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lovekz · 2 years

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lights out

syn -> you end up stuck in a house with the haitani brothers during a black out.

be aware of... blackout, pure chaos, jokes, slight injuries, shion spanks his bare ass on camera, izana’s scared of the dark, izana mentions his “big fat cock”, pantsing people, kakucho’s over everything.

(tbh i’m just bored)

you were sitting in the living room with the haitani brothers, watching a movie.

your head was in ran’s lap and rindou’s head was on your waist. a blanket over you and rindou, while ran had his own.

the two had thrown a party just last night at their place, and ended up just crashing on the couch.

for some reason, you three hadn’t moved from that spot (except to brush your teeth of course).

right now, the three of you were binge watching a few new movies that came out recently.

“what’s this one called?” ran mumbled, lifting his eyes up from his phone to squint at the big screen.

“for the last time. i don’t know.” you sighed, burying your hands in rindou’s hair that was loose out of his bun.

ran rolled his eyes, before stretching his long limbs, effectively kicking rindou in his back.

rindou let out a yelp, feeling ran’s long cold toes collide with the middle of his trapezius.

well that definitely woke him up, seeing as he took the nearest throw pillow and launched it at the older haitani.

ran let out a yelp that mirrored rindou’s, catching the pillow just as it plopped onto his face.

he sat up abrutly, making you shoot up along with him. rindou pushed you out of the way enough to knock you onto the floor.

okay.

you didn’t think this battle was that serious.

as soon as your sleep ridden body collided with the floor, the world went dark.

quite literally to be exact.

you blinked once.

then twice.

then three more times to be sure.

“holy fuck rindou! you made me blind!” you cried out, rubbing your eyes and slapping your face.

“he made me blind first!” rindou yelled out, followed by a few thumps on the couch.

after a moment of struggle and shuffling, a light beamed throughout the living room.

you looked up at it with a short watery look, and one thought ran through your mind at the time.

did i die..?

a hand waved in front of your face, and the two brothers came into your sight.

“shit.. you made them cry.” ran said, tucking his hair back just a bit.

“i didn’t mean it.” rindou frowned, saying your name in a low guilty tone.

you blinked a couple times, before wiping your eyes.

“fuck. what happened to the lights?” you asked, sighing and looking at the two brothers.

ran shrugged, plopping back into the couch and clicking on the remote so he could continue to play the movie.

when nothing happened, he sighed in annoyance and sat up with his flashlight.

“circuit probably blew. gotta flip the switch.” ran grumbled, tossing the remote onto the other side of the couch.

rindou pulled himself up from his awkward position and stretched, sighing.

“come on.” rindou said, fixing his pants and looking at the two of you.

ran rolled his eyes and stood up, hair falling all over the place as he tugged you up from the floor with his flashlight.

out of the corner of your eye, you see something dash across the room with such speed, you barely caught it.

your eyes widened, before you clutched onto ran’s arm while biting your lip nervously.

“what? you scared of the dark?” ran teased, flicking your cheek and grinning.

you huffed, moving your head away before h could do it again. “it’s not that! it’s just..” you started, looking around.

“wasn’t that movie about keeping the lights on?” you whispered, looking at the two brothers who were equally shocked.

the three of you sat in the kitchen with a bunch of candles and lanterns, music playing from rindou’s portable speaker.

after the three of you booked it to the kitchen to flip the switch, you had realized all the switches were up.

which had only meant one thing.

there was a huge power outage going around the neighborhood.

hell probably even further than that.

alas you had, to keep yourselves occupied. thus, the three of you decided to (finally) clean up the mess in the shared home.

you absolutely regret it.

“why the hell is there so much christmas ornaments knocking around?” you complain, shoving yet another ball into the bag.

“i told you. christmas party.” ran responded, placing another bag of garbage by the door.

“november hasn’t even passed yet!” you exclaimed, standing upright and looking in his direction.

ran says nothing in response, having his head turned to the side as a dull uninterested expression covers his face.

the mother fucker was pretending to ignore you!

“hey. is everyone’s lights out?” rindou asked, walking over to you with a few empty bottles and cups.

he was cleaning up one of the nearest bathrooms.

“uh huh. that’s how blackouts work.” you muttered, tossing another ornament into the bag.

“then.. why is shion sending me videos of him with lights on?” rindou asked, looking at you and showing his phone.

shion was indeed, on top of a table that definitely was not his singing some silly song he created to the camera.

lights were on throughout the house (based on what you could see).

you snatched the phone out of his hand, pressing call on shion’s profile.

almost immediately, shion answered. he was bouncing on a counter island, phone propped up as he danced.

“i got light and youu don’ttt!” shion sang loudly, bouncing around in delight.

“shion madarame you tell me where you are right now!” you yelled, pushing your face closer to the camera.

shion merely laughed, twisting his body around to slap his (nonexistent, if i may add) ass teasingly.

“why? are you trying to leach off the rich, poor people?” shion asked, chin up with a distasteful scowl.

you huffed, swiping out of the face time and swiping onto the messages app.

now lets see.. shion’s texts, click the profile picture, and bam! shion’s location sat.

you read it quickly, before humming. he was at izana’s house. go figure.

“tell izana we’ll be there in 20.” you said quickly, hanging up just before he can voice his complaints.

you dropped the bag of ornaments in a random corner and walked over to ran, who was still ignoring you.

“izana has light, either you stop ignoring me and come with us, or stay here in the dark.” you said, crossing your arms.

“oh hey y/n. when’d you get here?” ran smiled, dropping the garbage to the curb and looking at you.

of course he’d do that.

~ it didn’t take to long to get to izana’s house. but the brothers insisted they brought their many portable chargers and different things.

just in case, you know?

the minute you made it to the house, you had seen half the lights were still on and a few figures moving around the house.

the three of you immediately found parking and walked up the steps, knocking at the door.

almost immediately, the door swung open to reveal the owner of the house.

“finally! my favorite person is here!” izana yelled, tugging you into a bone crushing hug.

you laughed, hugging back. “hi izana. nice to see you.” you replied, letting him sway you side to side.

the four of you walked further into the house, seeing shion laying on the table, kakucho on the phone with the pizza man, and mocchi on the couch.

“welcome welcome.” izana said, gesturing to everyone that was here.

you all nodded and got comfortable. it was amazing to have light again.

all of you sat around, eating pizza and talking about absolute nonsense. literally.

“i just be slapping my ass to be honest.” shion said, mouth full of pizza.

kakucho looked up at him with the most disgusted face in the world, sitting up from his seat.

“while i’m fucking eating bro??” kakucho exclaimed in annoyance, shoving his plate away from him.

“no. i’ve actually seen his ass by accident before.” izana said, pointing to shion while giggling.

everyone looked at their leader utterly confused.

“oh! that day we pantsed him and stole his belt!” rindou exclaimed, nudging ran who laughed at the thought.

you rolled your eyes, remembering the vivid imagine of shion’s ass on the middle of a battle field.

in the middle of everyones laughter and kakucho’s groaning, a slight short could be heard.

minutes later, all the lights in the house cut out and a loud scream was heard.

it was silent after a few chuckles, before rindou snickered.

“shion. was that noise you?” he asked, stifling his laughs in the sweater thrown over your body.

“no. that was izana.” shion laughed, tossing his head back and falling out of his chair.

“suck my thick hefty cock you bitch!” izana shot back, turning on a flashlight and putting it in the middle of the room.

he was sitting oddly close to kakucho with his arms crossed, eyes closed with his cheeks puffed out.

talk about child..

suddenly, izana’s phone started ringing next to him and he picked it up.

“ha! knew you had no lights!” a familiar voice yelled on the phone. quiet ushers of ‘that’s not what i told you to say!” were heard as well.

was that manjiro sano on izana’s phone? the invincible mikey?

“you shut up! suck my thick hefty cock!” izana huffed playfully, hanging up the phone and leaning back.

everyone stayed silent, staring at their leader in shock and awe.

did that really just happen..?

“so. who wants to make amends and drive 3 hours to crash at the sano’s house?” izana asked, getting up with his own flashlight.

and who were you to reject some light?

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lowkeyrobin · 5 months

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New anon here, love your writting

Cellbit mayhaps 👉👈

Possibly Ordem Paranormal👉👈

(no rush tho, take as much time as you need*

ooo yeah sure! ; idrk much about ordem paranormal so I apologize, I did something kind of like it though! ; also tysm! I'm glad you enjoy my writing 🫶 I'm in my flop era atm so yk how that's going LMFAO ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy anon! ; this is super short and dumb, I apologize ; also getting this out of my drafts now cause I might not post for a few days while I get shit sorted out lol

CELLBIT ; paranormal investigation

summary ; exploring an abandoned home with cellbit

warnings ; language, mentions of knives for self defense

disclaimers ; didn't use their real names because I don't think they're okay with it so if it seems a little abundant with names, that's why

word count ; 1.2k

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"Why would I ever agree to do this with you?" You sigh, your index finger and thumb rubbing the bridge of your nose.

"Cause we're gonna find ghosts" He smiles, pulling you and Roier inside. He holds the gopro up a bit, catching your unamused look at him.

You enter the house, walking into the living room. The windows were completely busted out, leaving glass shards resting on the couch under the window and outside in the overgrown grass. Bullet holes are lodged into the adjacent wall, a few having hit the box TV, which was dated back to around the 70s.

"How long has this place been abandoned?" You ask.

Cellbit shrugs, "Since the early 80s or so"

"Damn," Roier mutters, carefully opening the door into a closet. He scans the rack of coats, most torn up and weathered down. He spots a spider in the corner and quickly shuts it, not wanting to confront the insect.

You slowly walk into the kitchen, shining your flashlight over the old appliances. This house was literally trapped in the late 70s to early 80s. It was like a time capsule. An abandoned one at that. Graffiti is sprayed over the backsplash, reading something like someone's Instagram handle in purple.

"I don't think we're finding ghosts here, dude"

"You never know"

You open up the cabinets around the kitchen, wanting to see if anything was left. Some scattered pots, pans, and other dishes remain, like the people who lived here packed up as quickly as possible and left half of their things behind.

Roier finds a plate shaped like Mickey Mouse, with the famous face painted onto it, said paint chipping off in some spots. He holds it up, showing it to you and Cellbit.

"Look, it's you, Y/n!" Roier smiles.

"Shut the fuck up" You laugh.

You hear something crash and break in another room, something light, like glass. You jump back, accidently knocking into Cellbit. Roier stands frozen, eyes widened as he looks at the two of you.

He whispers, "The hell was that?"

You slowly turn to look between Roier and Cellbit, making it clear you weren't going to be the one to investigate. Roier quickly shakes his head, looking up at the other man to go investigate himself.

He glances between the two of you before rolling his eyes and slowly walking toward the hallway where the noise came from. He scans the bathroom as he passes the door, nothing.

He creeps to the first bedroom, seeing broken glass scattered upon the old, rickety wooden floor. A whole spot was sunbleached, leaving it much lighter and faded than the rest of the floor, a spot laying in front of the window. He looks back, slightly nodding as he looks back.

You quietly share a look with Roier, sharing regretful thoughts about being here.

Cellbit leans into the room, softly grabs the doorknob, and pulls the door shut. You listen to the soft click as he makes sure it's totally shut, and look at the camera in your boyfriend's hand.

"What the fuck" You softly whisper, "Was there someone in there? Or something?" You ask as he quietly trails back to you.

He shakes his head no.

"I'm scared someone's actually here, can we leave? I don't wanna stumble upon some fucking freak ready to turn us into the next plot of some cheap slasher movie" You speak with worry, arms crossed.

Roier quietly agrees with a nod of the head, leaning into you a bit as he feels a shiver run up his spine. You feel a slight zephyr brush against your skin, causing goosebumps to quickly jump up as you stand in fear while now freezing under your jacket.

You feel some qualms as Cellbit walks toward the stairs, wanting to explore more. You shake your head no, begging him with your speechlessness to not go up.

"Dude," Roier whisper-shouts, "We're leaving if you go up there"

In reply, he devilishly smiles and quickly walks up the stairs, leaving you two starstruck in the kitchen below.

"I'm not going out there without that knife"

"Me neither"

"I actually hate you" You whisper, hiding behind Cellbit as Roier was doing the same with you.

"You love me, darling," He snickers. "C'mon," He says, investigating the top floor, consisting of another bathroom, two bedrooms, and some storage looking room at the end.

A door loudly slams in front of you, the storage room at the end of the hall. You feel yourself jump out of your skin and feel Roier's hands twitch and flinch on your shoulders.

"Nope, bye" You quickly turn around, rushing down the stairs to get the fuck out. Roier follows you, now equipped with the knife Cellbit had in his pocket.

Cellbit, after a few moments of thinking, dips as well, following you two out of the door. You notice as you look behind yourself as you pull the door open.

"I thought you said you wouldn't get scared of any doors?" You loudly speak.

"I'm scared there's an actual human here, go!"

You three quickly jump off the porch and dart into the woods away from the house and toward the car. As you run, Roier looks back, then screams as he runs faster.

"There was someone in the window!"

You push brush and dead leaves out of your way, being pricked as you run deeper into the woods. The trail here was already densely covered and needed some reshaping, but it felt even worse now.

"Left!" Cellbit shouts behind you, directing you the correct way through the trees.

You swerve left, soon revealing the car parked on the side of the road. You watch as the car beeps, unlocks and the headlights flicker on as Cellbit uses the automatic start on his keys. You jump in the front, Roier right behind you as he jumps into the back.

Cellbit runs around the car, hops in, throws the car in drive, and quickly speeds off. As he drives, he pulls his seatbelt on, and it clicks into the fastener. You and Roier do the same, absolutely winded.

"What do you mean, someone was in the window?" You ask, gasping for air, turning the heat all the way up.

"I looked back," Roier begins, coughing a bit to get his breathing steady, "And in one of those windows on the top in the front, someone was clearly in the window. Like, a light was on in there, and you could see a clear shadow."

You share a frightened look with Cellbit before leaning back in your seat, hugging yourself for comfort as your heart was racing. You didn't know why all three of you got so spooked, maybe the fear of encountering an actual person wasn't on your menu tonight. I mean, when would it ever would be?

"Please connect your phone and play music before I scream in terror" Cellbit speaks, glancing at you.

You pull your phone out, connecting your phone to the radio to play Toni Braxton's Un-Break My Heart. You try your best to keep your mind off of it, but overthink all the cans of food and trash laying around the house. People probably were squatting there.

If anything, they would've been scared of you, I mean, you had no right to just walk in.

"We are never doing that again"

"I second that"

"Third"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #mcyt x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #cellbit x reader #qsmp x reader

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musewritingsforyou · 1 year

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The Void

Summary: The chase to find the werecoyote becomes even more dangerous

warnings: mentions of death, swearing, violence, blood

word count: 5.1k

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Episode Two: Part One

y/n POV

Stiles and I stood in the clearing for a minute, hoping that we would hear Scott call out for us farther up the hill. When there was nothing but the sound of him disturbing branches and then no sound at all, we exchanged a glance. And then both started running up the hill.

“Dammit Scott!” I shouted as I pushed branches and leaves out of the way. Stiles and I were two of the most uncoordinated people on this earth, running around in the woods at night was just a set up for disaster. Stiles tumbled to the ground after tripping on a root that I had narrowly avoided. I stopped to haul him off the ground before we continued running.

I could see a light to the left of us so I veered in that direction, hoping that Stiles would follow behind me. He finally reached my side just as a shadow moving quickly fell right into us.

“AHHHH”

I was sitting in mud on the ground with the boys crushed on top of me. That terrifying shadow that had the two of us screaming was in fact Scott. Looking very human and very much like we just shared the literal shit out of him.

“Oh thank god, it's just you.” Stiles said breathlessly as he helped me up from the ground. He glanced behind us to where the two of us had happened upon the den.

“We found something.”

Scott inclined his head.

“So did I. ''

He explained how he had seen the coyote- Malia- as we led him back to the den near the crash. It was only about ten meters from where the car was lying on its side, hidden to us at first only because of the dark. The three of us had to crouch or even crawl to get in the den fully, the rock around us cold and pitch black. When Stiles moved the flashlight back and forth we could all see the various things Malia must have taken from the car. A doll, a jacket, a shoe. All kids sizes. Looking at them made me realize just how young she was when it happened.

“It's her den.” Stiles crouched down and grabbed the plush jacket laying on the dirt, holding it up in the flashlight for Scott to see.

“It's Malia’s, I recognize it from the pictures in the house.”

“We shouldn't be in here,” Scott said, turning slowly toward the entrance.

“What do you mean?” Stiles shared a quick glance at me, turning back to Scott just as quick.

“She's not going to come back here now, we’ve invaded her home.”

“Our scent must be everywhere” I added, thinking of all the things we must have touched.

“If she won’t come back here then where is she going to go?”

“That's the problem, isn't it?” I asked turning to Scott

“Could you track her now? With that?” I pointed to the jacket in his hand.

“Maybe, but I'm better at this when I’m a full wolf and right now…” he trailed off, refusing to make eye contact with either of us. Stiles finished for him.

“You don't know if you would be able to turn back.” Scott nodded, still facing down in the darkness.

“The door is still open.” I said, placing my hand on Stiles' shoulder to guide him out of the den.

“For all three of you.”

“We need to find Derek, or if not him, someone - anyone- who can help us.” I turned to Stiles who was staring up at the sky.

“Stiles. This is basically a crime scene right?”

“And it's a little out of our league.” Scott added

“More in my dads” he finally looked at us and pulled out his phone, stepping away to make the call.

Less than thirty minutes later the full force of the Beacon Hills police department had arrived on scene. We showed them to the car first and then over to the den, guiding up the rocks on the side of the hill. Stiles' dad had so far only said two words to us at all.

“Stay here” he had pointed to his squad car that still had the lights running and his jaw was clenched so hard I thought it would shatter. Eventually he came back out of the woods to where the three of us had obediently been waiting. He stepped in front of Scott and lowered his voice.

“You’re sure it was her? It was Malia?” Scott nodded

“I looked her right in the eyes. They glowed just like mine.”

“It makes sense dad”

“But it wasn't actually a girl. It was a four legged coyote, right?”

“Well yes, but-” he cut his son off with a wave of the hand only for Scott to take up the same thought.

“Okay, but if it happened on a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving then anything could have happened.”

“Even if Malia didn’t cause the accident itself, she still could have run off and changed later” I said, trying to support the boys as best I could.

“Or horrible things could have happened.” Stiles joined back in “Ripping, tearing, shredding things.” I slapped him in the arm and shook my head.

“Okay, think about it. They’re driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everyone dies.”

“Everyone but Malia.” I say

“Who was left alone in the woods, she blames herself for the accident and runs off, eventually becoming trapped as a coyote because she doesn't know how to change”

Noah’s face fell into a scowl. He sighed deeply.

“Right. Because that makes sense. In a Chinese folktale!” he raised his voice and then lowered it just as quickly. “This, this is just insane.” He shook his head. The three of us kept quiet, knowing that the damage had already been done.

“I need this kept quiet.” He said, pointing a finger out at us “Not a word from the three of you to anyone. I do not want anyone hearing about this, especially Mr.Tate.”

We all nodded, staring off into the woods to avoid the scathing look he was giving. Another squad car pulled up behind him, the lights blinding us as we turned to see who had arrived. The car wasn't like the others, it was unmarked, and as it parked I realized why.

Mr.Tate and Scott’s father both stepped out of the car.

“Oh, Hell” Noah said before trudging off in their direction. The three of us stayed behind as they made their way to us. I linked my hand with Stiles after his dad walked away, starting to feel the exhaustion of being up this late. Not to mention the stress of everything going on right now.

“Mr. Tate.” Noah said in greeting as they arrived in front of us. Tate latched his eyes onto the coat in Scott’s hand, still hanging limply by his side. When we realized what he was looking at Scott passed it over to Noah who handed it gingerly to Mr.Tate. I had to look away from the man's face when he took it into his hands, staring at it as if it were the body of his daughter and not just a bit of fabric.

“It’s hers.”

Scotts father turned to us. “Alright wait right here”

“Dad” Scott protested, grabbing his attention before he could go up the hill. His father turned back to him slightly. “I’ll talk to you in a minute.”

I could see Scott's face fall as it always did when his dad dismissed him. It made me want to punch the man, but instead I just tightened my hand around Stiles.

“I wouldn't mind hearing how your mom is okay with you running around in the woods this late” he didn't allow a reply from anyone as he turned fully and stalked off into the woods. If there's one thing that makes Scott angry it's his father. And something to make that even worse, would be his father blaming anything on his mother.

The three of us stayed by the cars as we were told, Stiles' dad following after Scott’s as they headed back into the woods. We could hear them arguing in the distance about why he brought Mr.Tate. To me it just seemed cruel. Telling him about it is one thing, but making him see in person- something entirely different.

“Hey, you still awake?” Stiles nudged me with his shoulder after I had been quiet for a while.

“Sorry, yeah, just thinking. Tired though.”

both of the boys sighed

“Yeah, me too.”

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Stiles POV

After the night Scott, y/n and I had, it was no surprise that y/n/n decided to stay home for a little longer. She fought me on it at first, insisting that if the rest of us were going into school that she would just come too. Eventually I broke her down by stroking her hair until she fell asleep and then escaping with the car and leaving a note for her with my dad. She’ll definitely be pissed as hell once she wakes up. But at least she can sleep without worrying about me for five minutes.

Scott and I had just sat down in history. Of course I wasn't listening or paying attention as Mr.Yukimora outlined what we would be doing for today. Nothing until suddenly I heard my name being called.

“Mr.Stilinski, how about you?” I looked up from twirling my pencil around my finger “Oh, uh, maybe someone else could?” I gulped after asking, feeling my heart rate already pick up. With how the past few days had been lately there was no telling if I would be able to do this.

“Everyone participates in my class, Mr.Stilinski”

I stared down at my desk again before resigning myself and sliding out of the chair. It was only a couple of steps to the front where the book was sitting flat on a podium but for some reason when I got there I was already out of breath.

I looked down at the textbook, briefly relieved that I could see the words on the page.

“Okay, okay” I whispered to myself. Then, without warning the page blurred in front of me. Only for a second, but enough that after I blinked harshly and reopened my eyes the words and letters were back. But none of them made sense.

“No. no no no. Come on, come on!” My grip on the podium tightened, white knuckling the wood as I squeezed my eyes shut again. I did it so hard that it hurt. My breathing was still picking up. I still couldn't read. Suddenly I was dizzy, I felt- I felt like something was wrong. All of it just felt wrong. I couldn't take a breath, I couldn't step away, my vision blurred even more, the non distinguishable words blurring together until there was nothing left for me to read at all. Then suddenly there was a silence in my mind.

I'm not even awake. God, was it all a dream?

I looked back up at the class. All of my classmates were staring up at me, waiting for me to read or to step away, waiting for me to do something.

No. no, they're not. Because they aren't real. None of this is real.

“It's not real. None of this is real” I whispered. I looked over to dream Scott who had just looked up at me. I could hardly see him as he got out of his seat, walking to where I was doubled over at the podium. When did that happen?

“Stiles? You okay?”

I couldn't get the breath out to respond to him. Not just that. I didn't want to. Whenever I engage in my dreams something always goes wrong.

I tried to take a step away and stumbled. Scott was there to grab me by the arm and steady me.

“I should take him to the nurse” he said quietly while taking hold of me and dragging me out of the classroom.

I didn't fight it as he led me out. I almost stumbled with him, aiding him in getting me out. Even if none of it was real I still didn't want to stand there with all of them watching me. He brought me into a bathroom nearby, not one I could ever remember seeing in real life.

As he opened the door for me I launched myself inside, trying to get out of his grip. I fell into the doorframe, feeling the pain run down from my shoulder to the tips of my fingers. Finally I stopped my fall at the sink. I gripped it just like I had the wood in the classroom, this time staring into a foggy mirror in front of me.

“Stiles, look at me, man, is this a panic attack?”

I shook my head, trying to wake myself up. It all felt so real. But it wasn't. I knew it wasn't. I needed to wake up. I needed to get out of here I couldn't-

“It's a dream. It's a dream.” I chanted to myself, trying to close my eyes and say the words. Sometimes if I say it enough eventually it becomes true.

“No it's not Stiles. This is real. You are real, you're here with me.”

no. no, he's lying. They always lie. They always try to keep me here with them but I wouldn't stay. No. I stared into the mirror, looking for any way to bring myself back. I felt like my heart was being ripped from my body.

“Shit!” I heard him curse from behind me. “Pick up, pick up, pick up!” He was madly dialing someone's number on his phone, again and again and again. “y/n, goddamnit pick up!”

y/n. She would wake me up. She always wakes me up.

“y/n we need you at the school, somethings happening with Stiles! Just- if you get this just come here, please!” He hung up the phone and then dropped it in a corner where his bag had been tossed.

“Stiles what does she do?”

I flung my head around to look at him.

“What does y/n do when she needs to help you?” he asked again. It didn't make sense. Something about him just wasn't fake enough. It was too real. I didn't understand. It was all too real. But I had to try. Maybe it would help, maybe this would help.

“F-fingers, count your fingers.”

his eyes widened like he was surprised to hear my voice. To be honest I was too.

“Okay, okay. So how many do I have?”

I turned back to stare into the sink, feeling like I was losing myself.

“Stiles! Look at me!”

I just couldn't catch my breath, I could understand, I just-

“Count with me Stiles!” His hands were blurry at first when I turned around but I managed to focus on the one digit he held up for me to see.

“One. Stiles?”

“One” I repeated to him.

With each finger I counted I could breathe a little easier. Once we got to five some part of me started to believe that maybe this was real. But if it was then what was happening to me?

His phone rang from the corner of the room. I think it might have been the entire time but I didn't realize how loud it was until now.

“Seven. Eight. Nine.” he held up one last finger as the ringing from the corner stopped. It was so quiet.

“Ten.” I finally looked into Scotts eyes. Real. His eyes were real. I was here.

I slid down the wall behind me, exhausted and terrified of myself. I heard someone screaming in the hall.

“Where is he! Did you see where they went?”

the door slammed open just as I hit the floor. Scott kneeled down beside me as y/n came into view. It was almost laughable to see how she towered over Scott and I even though when the both of us are standing she's about a foot shorter. I was tired and sweaty. I could feel the cotton of my shirt sticking to my skin when I rested my arms on my bent knees.

“What the hell is happening to me?”

y/n kneeled down beside Scott and placed a hand over mine on my knee.

“We’ll figure this out okay?” Scott said, standing up and heading towards the door. “You're going to be okay.” the door swung closed behind him. I could hear him telling a group of kids to walk away.

I couldn't look her in the eye. I couldn't let her see the terror and pain I knew was there. Finally when I did, a few tears mixed with sweat made their way down my face to my chin.

“Am I?”

she frowned but waited as she could tell I wasn't done.

“Are any of us?” I gestured at the door,“Scott can’t transform, Allison is being haunted by her dead aunt. And I’m straight up losing my mind.”

At that she moved closer to me and put my face in her hands. She held me so that I couldn't look away from her. Still and calm. Her hands were cold against my skin just like they always are. Something about it broke into me. I knew I was finally safe and yet somehow that feeling I had before of something just being… off, was still there.

“We can’t do this. We can’t help anyone.”

“Hey. stop.” she shook her head at me. Tears were welling in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. “I'm all for a moment of doubt, okay? I'm all for the need to just collapse every once in a while and you know that I will be here for you every single time okay? But never, never, let me hear you say that you are crazy or that there's nothing we can do.”

She let go of my head to pull me into her for a hug. With my face laying against her chest she rested her head atop mine.

“We might not be winning right now Stiles, but we haven't lost just yet.”

~~~

y/n POV

Stiles and I sat on the floor of the bathroom for another thirty minutes. We didn’t talk anymore or try to get up and leave, just sat quietly, waiting for a reason to get up. Eventually we heard a commotion outside the door.

“Do you think Scott?” He asked, thinking of Scotts current Alpha issues.

“Shit.”

we both dashed out the door to find a small group of students running for the main entrance. Stiles snagged one by the shirt.

“Hey, what's going on, why is everyone running?!”

the poor kid looked panicked but he answered quickly “Coyote, lockers” before running again towards the doors. Instead of following him and all the other kids like we should have, we of course headed in the opposite direction.

“Why is it that we always end up running towards danger?” I asked as we slowed in front of the locker room doors. We heard a loud crash come from inside and a growl before Stiles shoved me back into the hallway. Standing in front of me I couldn't see anything but a gray brown blur as the animal-girl- ran past us and out of the closed school doors. I gulped down a breath and looked at Stiles.

“Was that-”

“It was Malia,” Scott said, leading Kira out of the locker room by one arm and in the other holding Stiles black backpack, the front was ripped off, revealing the doll lying within. “Did you see where she went?” he asked, holding the bag out for Stiles to grab.

“Nope, we were too busy trying not to be eaten.” he replied, glancing up at Kira and then back to me. I nudged him with my shoulder.

“We should probably go out there, I bet someone already called your dad.”

Indeed the second we walked out into the hallway we could see Noah and a few deputies at the other end.

“Stiles!” He called, raising his eyebrows in what we have become well acquainted with as the what the hell happened look. He put a hand on the back of Stiles' neck, narrowing his eyes when he undoubtedly felt the remains of a cold sweat and first from falling onto the bathroom floor.

“Some students called us, said they saw a coyote running out the back doors and across the baseball field.”

Stiles worried his lip a little, walking back towards where me and Scott were waiting for him.

“Thank god no one got hurt.” his father finished when they reached us.

“What happens if someone does get hurt?” he said to his dad.“What if she hurts someone?” he said again, more urgently.

Noah shook his head and sighed. “Then we’ll have to put it down.”

“Put her down. There's a girl in there, dad.” Stiles was raising his voice, looking at his father incredulously. “A girl that you’d be killing.” he finished, huffing a breath and stopping to stand beside me.

I skimmed a hand down his arm, trying to get him to take a breath. He did, but still continued as his father did not respond.

“Come on. You aren't back to not believing are you?”

Scott had walked off with Kira a minute ago, now stopping his conversation with her as he no doubt tried with his wolf hearing to listen to this instead.

“I believe that there are a lot of things I still don’t understand.” he paused and waited for a deputy to walk by.“But that doesn't mean anything imaginable is suddenly possible.” Stiles' face fell before he looked up to find Scott. Now without Kira nearby, he was fully listening.

“Are you 100% sure that this is a girl and not an animal?” He asked when he saw Stiles looking away. He wasn't responding fast enough so I jumped in for the first time since they had come over.

“Yes. 100% yes.”

Stiles turned his face back to his father.“Because Scott’s sure.” he said, waving a hand toward where Scott was listening at the end of the hall. Noah turned as well, looking to Scott. Stiles lowered his voice to a whisper, barely audible to me right next to him.

“Scott, you been listening?” Yards away, Scott nodded, locking eyes with Noah as he did so.

The sheriff rubbed his face with his palms. “Alright, let's get this figured out, come on.” he took Stiles by the shoulder again and led him back towards the locker room. The doll that had been ripped from Stiles' backpack was laying on the ground in a heap.

“Stiles. You took the doll from the car?” Noah sighed again

“Yeah- I thought Scott could like use it for her scent or something.” He said sheepishly, still holding the doll up with one hand.

A new hand suddenly flew into view and grabbed the doll from Stiles. When I looked back I saw Mr.Tate’s angry face standing inches behind me.

“Where did you get this!” his eyes were wide, and his voice loud enough to call in a deputy from the hall. Stiles took a step forward and placed a hand on my arm, leading me a few steps away from Mr.Tate and then between him and Scott. Noah stepped forward to speak.

“This belonged to my daughter.” Mr.Tate said, cradling the doll.

“Mr.Tate, I don't know how you heard about this- if you have a police scanner or what- but you can't be here.”

Noah was now standing between the three of us and Mr.Tate who still had the doll in his hand, but it was now by his side. The sheriff placed a hand on his front, applying a gentle pressure to get him to turn around and leave the room. Noah suddenly flung one hand back towards us, making sure that we kept back. Mr.Tates face had gone red and understanding came to me suddenly when Noah opened the flap of Tate’s jacket to reveal a small gun hidden by his waist.

Stiles threw a protective arm out in front of me, his hand settling on the opposite side of my waist. I rolled my eyes, but stayed where I was.

“I have a permit.” Mr.Tate ground out.

“California schools are gun free zones- permit or no permit.” he was firm and kept his hands and eyes on Mr.Tate, waiting for his next move.

“You need to leave Mr.Tate. Now.”

The deputy from the hall took one of Mr.Tate's arms after hearing the sheriff, pulling out into the hall while he started and insisted, trying to stay in the room.

“You find that animal! You find that thing!”

we could hear him yell from the hall. Stiles finally let out a breath I didn't know he had been holding. He looked over at me and practically patted me down with the arm that hand been flung across me earlier.

“Are you okay? Did he touch you?” I rolled my eyes again and gently shoved him off.

“Stiles calm down, I’m fine, be barely got within a foot of me.”

“A foot too close.” he mumbled under his breath

“Stiles is right to be worried, he was too close and had a weapon on him, besides we don't know what he could have planned-” Scott cut himself off as a look of realization came over his face.

“He’s going to go after Malia himself.”

~~~

Stiles POV

After a ten minute fight between y/n, Scott, and I about what we should do, all three of us ended up in the jeep, heading to Deaton’s for help. We had sort of decided on a plan along the way. Well, less of a plan and more of an end goal. We needed to get Malia to change.

“I still don't think we should even be thinking about sedating her.” Sophie said, feet up on the dash, and arms crossed in a pout.

Scott tried to reason with her, “It's the only way we know we can keep her safe for a little while, if we sedate her and get her to Deaton then Mr.Tate can’t go after her for a while at least.”

“It gives us time to figure out what we need to do to fix Scott and turn her back into a human, that's all, okay?” I tried to comfort her, leaving out the part that if we do succeed in getting her tranked then we have to take her to Deaton and we have no idea how long we would have to keep her like that. Or if we could even find a way to change her back at all. But I kept that part to myself.

The three of us loaded out of the jeep and into the vet office. It was almost laughable how well I knew this place by now. Practically once a day I find myself jumping over the little gate to get into the back, ignoring the “closed” sign out front.

y/n stepped out in front of us, her jaw still clenched in indignation.

“What are you using?” She asked Deaton who was walking in from a room far in the back of the clinic.

“Xylazine. It’s a tranquilizer for horses.”

I didn't envy him when I saw the look on her face.

“For horses?” She raised her eyebrows. “She is barely seventy pounds!” Deaton calmly placed three vials in front of us and turned to her.

“Exactly. For a werecoyote it should work in seconds, not minutes.”

“Yeah, if it doesn't kill her first.” He ignored her and looked to Scott as he continued.

“I only have three. So whoever is shooting better be damn good.” Scott didn't hesitate

“Allison is a perfect shot.”

“She used to be.” All of us sent a glare toward Isaac.

“Thanks man. I’m sure that's really what all of us needed to hear right now.” I said, looking over at him and sarcastically nodding my head. The guy just gets on my nerves. Such a downer.

“She can do it.”

“If we manage to find the thing.”

“Her.” y/n interjected. “If we manage to find her.” I took a step closer to her and point to Issac.

“Okay, seriously, what is the point of him? Like really, what is his purpose? Aside of course from the persistent negativity and the scarves.” I could feel y/n/n rolling her eyes at me but I continued, “what is with the scarf anyways? It’s 65 degrees out.”

“Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one else wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl in eight years?” we were all silent.

“I can do it.”

“You can?” I asked Scott.

“Do you remember that night that Peter locked us in the school?” he asked, turning to look at me and y/n by my side, “in the gym, he was able to make me turn just using his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery.”

“This is a werecoyote Scott. No one knows if that would work.”

“That's why you called Derek first.” I said to Scott, trying to ignore all of the eyes at my back.

“Yeah. But right now I'm too scared to turn into a wolf.”

I tubbed a hand over my face, sighing deeply. “We need a real alpha.” y/n hit my arm. “You know what I mean, an alpha who can do alpha things!” She hit me again. “You know, an alpha you can get it going. You know get it-”

“Up?” Issac interjected and for once I felt like we were almost on the same page. I nodded and waved a hand at him.

“Great. So I'm an alpha with performance issues.” he sighed.

We discussed for a few more minutes, y/n quiet by my side as the sun started to go down out the windows. Eventually we realized that the twins were what we needed. Even if they weren't alphas themselves anymore, they knew how to be one. The only problem was where to find them. I took a glance at y/n, wondering if we were thinking the same thing.

“No one knows where to find them.” Scott said, his head hanging low over the metal table. y/n and I shared a look. Held it for a second too long.

“Actually, that's not true.”

#teen wolf #werewolves #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #reader insert #rewrite #fanfic

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callme-dickmaster · 2 years

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Thirteen - Nancy Wheeler Sucks Dick

summary: plans put into action lead our heroes back to the byers house; y/n learns something else about her friend's history together cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, badly written action scene, kid having a crush on an 18 year old (unrequited), y/n almost gets hit by a car, y/n hating on mike bc fuck that guy, smoking weed -i think that's all- author's note: it's getting juicy n shit ehehe love you <3

<<Part 12 --- Part 14>>

Y/n dragged the heavy baseball bat behind her as they walked the train tracks. She wished it were an appropriate time to smoke…

Lucas fell into step beside Dustin, shining his flashlight on the ground. “You sure that was Dart?” he asked.

Dustin nodded solemnly, “Yes. He had the exact same yellow pattern on his butt.” Y/n snorted, passing the kids to walk next to Steve.

“He’s molted three times already!” Dustin said.

Y/n hummed, balancing on the tracks. “Well, when will he molt again?” Max asked.

“It’s gotta be soon. And when he does, he’ll be fully grown or close to it. So will his friends,” Dustin replied.

Y/n picked at her nails nervously, “H-how big do they get?” she asked. Dustin screwed his mouth to the side, trying to remember exactly how large the last one was. “I think about nine feet tall? I’m not sure. We won’t let it get that big, I promise,” he replied. Y/n smiled in thanks and grabbed Dustin’s hand, needing some comfort.

“Yeah, when he gets that big he’ll eat more than just cats,” Steve said. Y/n’s eyes widened, and she gripped Dustin a little tighter, worried that these kids were around something so dangerous. “A cat? Dart ate a cat?” Lucas asked, pulling Dustin to a stop.

Y/n sighed, wrapping an arm around Max instead. “No, what? No!” Dustin spluttered.

Y/n smirked, “You sound so suspicious right now,” she drawled, “Yeah, what are you talking about? He ate Mews,” Steve said.

“Who’s Mews?” Max asked, “Dustin’s cat,” Steve shrugged. Dustin yelled his name in protest and Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose. Y/n pulled her lips up in a thin line as the boys started arguing. Dustin shined his light in the Mayfield sister’s faces, screeching something about them being ‘strangers’ which apparently offended Max as Y/n blinked the spots from her eyes. “Guys!” Steve yelled, staring into the trees where the roars of Dart and his friends came from. The group followed the sound stupidly and Y/n knew if this were a movie she would be screaming at the screen.

“Why are we going towards the sound? Hello? Hello?” Max yelled. “C’mon man! This is fun!” Y/n called.

Steve led them through the woods to a hill that overlooked the foggy dark town. Y/n squinted, thinking she needed new contacts until Lucas looked through his binoculars.

“It’s the lab. They were going home…” he said grimly. Y/n sighed. She kinda wished she went back to Eddie’s. Steve and Dustin decided they needed to go check it out in case some of their friends were there and the group was off again. They all trampled through the woods, Dustin helping Y/n over roots and dirt holes like the gentleman he is. She thought the middle schoolers little crush on her was funny, so she would just wait it out for the night.

Y/n readied her bat onto her shoulders, nerves spiking as a voice yelled out “who’s there?!” They stepped out from the trees and shined their lights on the people there.

“Steve?!” They asked.

“Nancy?” Steve replied, “Jonathan!” Dustin piped up.

“Y/n!” Y/n said, grinning stupidly.

Dustin snorted, looking away from the group. “What are you doing here?” Nancy asked, acting like she has any authority. Steve shot back with the same question and Nancy stopped and stared at him.

“We’re looking for Mike and Will,” she replied.

Y/n literally stepped into the conversation and dropped her bat off her shoulders. “Sorry. Who?” she asked. Nancy’s eyes widened when she finally noticed that Y/n was there, not having seen her for a few days. “Y/n?! Why are you here?” she squeaked. Y/n shrugged. The guy Y/n assumed was Jonathan gave her a funny look, but Y/n chose to ignore him.

“Who is Mike and Will?” Y/n asked again. “Our brothers,” Jonathan spoke. Y/n squinted, trying to remember if Nancy ever mentioned having a brother.

“They’re not in there, are they?” Dustin asked.

“We’re not sure…” Nancy trailed off, “Why?” Jonathan asked.

Right on cue, the monsters roared for attention. They all stared nervously at the lab, wondering what to do next. Nancy and Jonathan’s faces turned to expressions of horror. Y/n pursed her lips, trying to reassure Nancy that their brothers would probably be fine if they were with their mom. Jonathan asked who had seen Will last, and they spoke all at once.

One person would say Wednesday, another would say Friday. Then another would say yesterday morning and the next would say Monday. Y/n still had no idea who this Will kid was, but if he had all these people freaking out over him, he had to be something special.

“Yo, the power’s back!” Y/n said, pointing at the lab.

Jonathan and the kids all ran down to the security booth. Jonathan was first in and started frantically pushing the open gate button to no avail. Y/n poked the gate with her bat and wondered if it would be more efficient to just jump the fence and run up there. Y/n sat up on the hood of Jonathan’s car as him and Dustin sat in there and tried to open the gate. About a minute or two of Dustin punching the button over and over, the gate finally slid open. Jonathan and Nancy hopped in the car to drive up and get the people in the lab while the rest stayed behind. Y/n sat in the booth, propping her feet up on the desk.

“Guys?” Max asked, stepping further into the road to look closer at the lab. Steve pulled them all out of the road as Y/n stepped out of the box. He swept her up before she could get hit by a car and she jumped out of his arms to hop into the chief’s car.

She laid her head back on the wall of the van, “I could sleep,” she chuckled. Max scooted up and laid her head on Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n wrapped her arm around her.

“Don’t worry, okay? We’re gonna be alright,” Y/n said. Max nodded and yawned, resting her eyes until they got to the Byers. Y/n let her feet do the thinking as she walked into the Byers and stood by Steve. Hopper was yelling into the phone and Ms. Byers retreated back to her room. Y/n shook her head, rolling her eyes at Nancy comforting Jonathan and she pulled Steve into the kitchen. Y/n leaned up on the stove next to Steve, leaning her head on the taller boy’s shoulder. Steve wrapped his arm around Y/n, rubbing her arm for comfort. It was her first time going through all this, it was always a struggle.

Hopper hung up the phone with a sigh. “They didn’t believe you, did they?” Dustin deadpanned.

“We’ll see,” Hopper grunted.

Y/n whined, pushing off the counter and standing behind her sister. Max took her hand and smiled gently at her sister.

“We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!” Mike yelled.

“We stay here, and we wait for help,” Hopper growled, glaring at the boy, and walking away.

Y/n ended up walking away to ask Jonathan if he had any Advil. He took her into the bathroom and showed her where they were in the medicine cabinet then left her to let her do her business. Not much has ever shaken Y/n like this but this stuff was actually dangerous.

She sighed, leaning on the sink after taking some painkillers and using the bathroom. “This is so weird,” she huffed.

When she heard Dustin and Hopper’s voices yelling through the door, she figured the kid had said something smart again. Just when she was about to open the window to smoke out of it, someone knocked on the door and called for her.

“Hey, sweetie? We have a plan… i-if you want to help?” it was just Ms. Byers. Y/n opened the door, looking at the woman who was still visibly upset. Joyce smiled kindly, leading her out into the kitchen. Hopper nodded once she joined them, quickly explaining the plan and her job in it. She was to help Steve and Nancy cover the inside of the shed to block Will from knowing where he is. Y/n simply nodded and got to work which Hopper appreciated greatly. No questions, no fighting on what her job was, just straight to work. It was great.

Y/n smiled at her friends when she walked into the shed with an armful of paper. “Thanks, Y/n,” Nancy spoke. Y/n nodded and Nancy figured they had enough help in there, so she went to find Jonathan. Steve sighed, rolling his eyes.

“That was so uncomfortable. Thank you for coming in here,” he said. Y/n snorted and nodded, helping Steve staple a tarp to the wall.

“So, is she with that other dude now?” she asked.

Steve shrugged, “I guess so. Ever since last year, she’s always had this weird, like, hang around thing with him and they always stare at each other. I dunno…” Y/n shook her head, pushing another staple into the wall. “Why lead someone on like that?” she asked. Steve said ‘mhm!’ and pushed another staple into the wall.

“Guess my artwork on the movie theater wasn’t so wrong after all, huh?” he snickered. Steve snorted and quickly told Y/n this wasn’t the first time Nancy and Jonathan had been caught together.

Y/n gaped, almost dropping the stuff in her arms. “Oh! So, she’s basically been into that dude from the start?” she exclaimed. Steve nodded, feeling a little stupid that he didn’t realize it before. “That’s so wack. Nancy sucks dick,” Y/n scoffed, hammering a nail into a blanket Ms. Byers gave them. Steve bust out laughing at the simple statement, and they kept working. They felt a little bit insensitive, just chatting like nothing was wrong while everyone else had these grim looks on their faces as they covered up the shed. Dustin had popped into their conversation a few times, always making Y/n laugh. Y/n helped tie Will to the chair, a fake sinister smile on her face. She giggled evilly as she walked out, getting another smack on the head from Max.

“Oh! Hey, Chief!” Y/n called before he could shut the door.

“Yes? Uh…” Hopper hummed, not knowing her name, “Y/n. Hi. Do you think he’d get any ideas where we were if I smoked? I got some pains, man,” Y/n asked.

Hopper pursed his lips, looked back in the shed then back at her and nodded.

“Yeah, just make it quick,” he said. Y/n clicked her tongue, giving him finger guns and thanked him. Hopper just nodded and shut the door behind him. Y/n sat on the ground, leaning up against the shed and dug in her pocket.

“Oh, you’re beautiful,” she sighed, kissing the baggy.

As she lit up her joint, the lights in the house and the shed started flickering, and a young boy’s voice screamed “let me go!” over and over. “Damn!” she coughed, huffing smoke into the chilly fall air. As she smoked, hearing some muffled talking in the shed, she wondered what Eddie was up to. She was glad she game. It brought her closer to her new friends, and she got to go monster hunting, but she kinda wished she were hanging out with him. Just over halfway through her joint, the shed door swung open and everyone inside came out.

“Now? You’re smoking now?!” Mike exclaimed.

“Hey!” Hopper said I could you inbred!” Y/n sneered.

Hopper huffed out a laugh but continued into the house. “C-could you keep an eye on him, hun? I don’t think he should be alone…” Joyce asked. Y/n nodded, a soft ‘of course’ in reply before she tossed her joint in the grass and entered the shed. She squinted at the bright light and made eye contact with the very pale Will Byers sitting in the center of the room.

“Hey…” she said.

Will furrowed his eyebrows at her. He had no idea who she was. Even without the shadow monster he didn’t know. “So… how you doin?” Y/n smiled, sitting in front of him. Will’s lips trembled and he looked down, “We haven’t really been introduced. I’m Y/n. You’re Will, yeah?” Y/n asked.

Will looked back up at her, squinting suspiciously. “Wh-what are you?” he stuttered.

Y/n snorted, “A lot of things. You want a list?” she laughed. Will glanced around the shed, “Where am I?” he asked.

Y/n shrugged as the door opened back up, “I’m just as lost as you, my friend. Couldn’t tell ya,” she said as she stood up and stretched. Jonathan gave her a small smile and nodded, setting his boombox on the stool before pressing play. Should I Stay or Should I Go? Played loudly in the shed.

She scoffed, “Real music…” under her breath. Y/n leaned up against the wall and Jonathan, Joyce, and Mike all talked about good memories they had with Will. He sounded like a good kid. Really good kid. It made Y/n sad that someone who seemed very kind was going through something so tough.

Y/n zoned out on Will’s brown eyes that glanced all around, searching for any clues to his location.

Ring! Ring!

All heads snapped up. Especially Will’s.

Ring! Ri-

That was more than enough for him. Will shut his eyes and breathed heavily. “Go!” Hopper told Y/n.

“Shit,” Y/n said, running out of the shed and into the house. “They know!” she yelled, a distant roar rang out and they stepped into the living room.

“That’s not good,” Dustin said. Y/n ran a hand through her hair and grabbed her bat. She shuffled back into the room, bat at the ready on the other side of Hopper. She took deep breaths and listened to the dog running around outside. It screeched by the kitchen, and everyone jumped, directing all attention to the room.

“What are they doing?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t know, man,” Y/n replied, cracking her neck.

She pushed Dustin behind her, eyeing the windows. The demo-dog screeched again, making them jump to the front. Y/n shook her head as it groaned, what is it doing? All sounds stopped, and she squinted. She swore she jumped three feet in the air when the demo-dog flew through the window, pointing her bat at it.

“Is it dead?” Max asked.

Hopper nudged its head with his foot, the creature falling limply. Y/n relaxed a bit, that second of ease ruined when the porch creaked, and everyone aimed their guns, bats, or wrist rockets at the door.

“Swear to fucking God…” Y/n mumbled.

Everyone watched terrified at the girl who walked through the door. Slicked back hair, bloody nose, and a dark outfit to match the sharp glare she gave everyone. Mike pushed through the group, happy tears flowing down his pale cheeks.

“Who is that?” Y/n whispered to Steve.

“That’s Eleven,” Steve said, “Like the superpower chick?” Y/n replied.

Steve nodded and Y/n set her bat down, pinching the bridge of her nose.

I’m not high enough for this bullshit.

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curiosity-killed · 2 years

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Okay, so, I gotta ask about your Giselle hate. My only exposure to it was doing a piece from it way back in like Ballet I, so I know basically nothing.

Hahaha okay so this is like. the worst critique of Giselle ever so people who care about such things, look away

But anyway, my beef with Giselle is primarily that it’s boring and sexist and it just doesn’t really have redeeming qualities. Like it’s less racist than some standard ballets but that’s…really not saying a lot (lbr it’s only less racist because it’s not actively doing black face or cultural appropriation and instead is just “look at this jolly old time town of All White People bc immigration in Europe was totally never a thing before 1900.”)

Entertainment value is, of course, wildly subjective, but to me, Giselle drags through the first act and then cuts short the most intriguing parts of act 2. Giselle herself could be an interesting character, but none of the rest of the cast is really engaging. Albrecht is an adulterer taking advantage of his privilege as a wealthy nobleman and Hilarion is just a jealous dick who cares more about vindication than the girl he supposedly loves. The best part of act 1 was the version I saw last year where they had two actual greyhounds onstage and they were very very good dogs

Giselle’s story, in a nutshell:

Girl of Delicate Constitution is kept mostly housebound by her strict mother

Girl ventures out of her house and immediately falls for wandering philanderer

Wandering philanderer is revealed and Girl loses her mind with grief and then dies. From grief. (She has met this dude one (1) time)

Vengeful ghost ladies make men who have betrayed women dance until their hearts give out and they die

Friendzoned™️ dances himself to death

Wandering philanderer starts to dance himself to death but Girl (ghost now) pleads for him and ultimately saves his life

He lives happily ever after ig??

Like. That’s a shitty story!! Wtf! Why are companies still performing this every goddamn season!! The choreography isn’t even that good!! The music is fine but not spectacular! My god y’all!!! Make something new!!!!!

Sexism (& the Feminine Ideal of the Delicate Innocent White Woman) is, yknow, deeply ingrained in ballet and especially Romantic ballets, but Giselle could literally be replaced with a Really Neat Lamp/Flashlight and the story wouldn’t change. La Bayadere has so many problems but at least Gamzatti and Nikiya affect the plot; Swan Lake, again, has Issues but the storyline is compelling and the score is beautiful. Hell, the Nutcracker has a more engaging story with less sexism and it’s the archetypal problematic ballet! I’m not asking for a lot here!! I’m just asking for you to not be Worse Than the Nutcracker and Bayadere

There are so many great choreographers out there!! Hire them!!! Stop only hiring cishet white guys who wanna be the next Balanchine!!!!! Do better!!!!!

#here’s the thing #I cannot think of a single classic ballet that isn’t pretty fucked up #I realize that companies need to make money and the surest way to do that is to offer some standard rep that audiences will recognize #and want to come see #I realize these constraints #I am not asking for a revolution #I am simply asking to a) be less racist ?????#and b) be entertaining #if I am getting myself through your performance #by mentally marking out the choreography to try myself later #that is bad #if I am spending the whole performance thinking abt how batshit bonkers #it is that this choreography/costuming/etc is still being performed in the 21st century #BAD #that is the bar!! it’s so low guys!!! it’s so low #and Giselle doesn’t clear either #it’s boring and annoying #I mean I guess I am also asking for less sexism and heteronormativity #but still #asked & answered #anonymice #this may have been not what you were looking for sorry #I just really can’t stand this ballet

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8: The Overly Long, Frequently Interrupted Chapter (Part 3)

Date: 1-2017 - 2-1-2017 IDST, 1-1-2017(?) EST

Nalitie: *blinks as she holds the gift box* What just happened...?

Dukermin: I don't know but I keep hearing Mettaton 's voice in my head

Mettaton: *won't shut up, trying to get Dukermin's attention*

Dukermin: SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LET ME THINK

Mettaton: ... *shuts up*

Nalitie: What were we doing...? Oh yeah. *writes a to and from on the gift box* To the Tartines!

Dukermin: Yay to the Tartines *to the place*

Nalitie: *runs into their door headfirst* OW

Vella: *answers the door* Nalitie...?

Dukermin: AnD DUKERMIN

Vella: Oh, hey Dukermin.

Nalitie: WE HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU! *proudly displays crappily wrapped gift box*

Vella: *takes it* Thanks...?

Dukermin: You're welcome! *to naltiie * What next

Nalitie: THE VOltas! We need to give them back the fake lightsaber I was fighting with... It's Shay's... Oh, and they can help with DunkelVision©.

Dukermin: K cool then we can actually explore there.

Nalitie: YAY *running to the Volta's house* *also runs into the door headfirst*

Mettaton: *in Dukermin's head* You should probably check her for a concussion after this, darling...

Dukermin: Yeah...

Hope: Oh, hello again.

Nalitie: *dizzily presents lightsaber, then passes out*

Dukermin: *slaps her awake* We brought this back, and we need help with some other stuff...nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Nalitie: *jumps up* DUNKELVISIONNnnnnn.

Hope: DunkelVision?

Dukermin: We need a thing to see on the place. It's really dark there.

Hope: Have you tried flashlights?

Dukermin: Its still not light enough. We were imagining goggles of some sort...

Nalitie: The planet is literally made of darkness, so there's nothing for light to shine on.

Hope: Well, do you know how the planets' inhabitants see?

Dukermin: I'm not sure, but I think they're made of darkness as well...

Nalitie: We could bring one of them here? Oh, and you know that scientist that helped you with the Riewa shield? She can help too!

Dukermin: Cool, cool... so uh... should we do that now?

Nalitie: Yes. *opens a lunchbox* Shall we?

Dukermin: *lunchbox*

*and then they were on Dunkel*

Nalitie: Now, uh... how do we know where we'regoing? How are we gonna find someone?

Dukermin: Would it be a bad idea if I started hollering? *turns on a flashlight even tho it wont do any good*

Nalitie: Probably no... but knowing our luck we're gonna summon something other than what we want... let's try it though.

Dukermin: *hollering* COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! WE ARE FRIENDS

Dunkelians: *aren't seen, but can be heard talking in confusion, their voices closer than expected*

Dukermin: *to nalitie* Do these guys speak English? from what I remember no...

Nalitie: Well there was that one person, right...?

Dukermin: Oh yeah *somehwta quieter hollering* Anyone hear good at English? We have a business offer, I guess...

Dunkelian from Earlier: I know a little English.

Dukermin: Hello. We need someone to come with us to a different planet. Its for science.

Dunkelian: ... different... planet...?

Dukermin: Its fine. It's totally safe. And its pretty awesome. Would you be willing to come? Meet some new people?

Dunkelian: I cannot leave my... child? Is that the word?

Nalitie: Yep.

Dukermin: Do you know of someone who would be willing to come? Or you could bring your child with...?

Dunkelian: *hesitating and thinking* ... I will come with my child.

Dukermin: It'll be a great experience! Your child will love it probably!

Dunkelian: *grabbing Dukermin's hand so she knows where they are*

Dukermin: Oh hey... *time to lunchbox*

*And so they went back to Aeuton, where Hope (and Alphys) are waiting*

Dunkelian: *looks vaguely like a silhouette of Magnolia* *confused and squinting in the light*

Dunkelian Child/Baby: *looks like Tobias/Tasha from the fake Overmother VR crap*

Dukermin: *senses a plot twist on the horizon*

Nalitie: Alright then. May I ask your names?

Dunkelian: I am Ominglai. My child is named Stobia.

Dukermin: Nice to meet yall. *introduces Hope and Alphys*

Alphys: H-hello! We-we're going to, um, study your eyes, i-if that's alright.

Ominglai: *nods as permission*

Alphys: Great! *leads them into Hope's house*

Nalitie: What should we do in the meantime?

Dukermin: Anything else on our to-do list?

Nalitie: *pulls out their horribly long to-do list*

Mettaton: *in Dukermin's head obviously* I do still need a body...

Dukermin: Yeah and I need you out of my head.

Nalitie: Who are you talking to...?

Dukermin: Mettaton still needs a body.

Nalitie: We need Alphys for that... but you can talk to him in your head?

Dukermin: Yeah. What else have we got on the to-do list?

Nalitie: Oh yeah *looking* Power cap, big lunchbox portal construction, space jungle, Nervous Heights, Arlene Kirkland, Building your house, and war plans but... not yet. Hey, could I see your guys'sSOUL, too? For science?

Dukermin: Umm sure... Power cap is still far from ready... We could probably set up a construction crew for the portals... But IDK maybe we need our scientist for that?

Nalitie: Nah, the Shellmound people and I were doing okay... *multitasking and trying to summon Dukermin's SOUL*

Dukermin: Well, are the shellmound people working on anything right now? That's the chronological thing to do...

Nalitie: We can go over and ask while we're still here, yeah. *studying Dukermin+Mettaton's SOUL(s?)*

SOUL: *looks like Dukermin's normal SOUL, but with an upside down white part in the center* *there's also a spot of green in the center, with a shadow of multicolor in the very middle *

Dukermin: *wowed at intense SOUL* Um... to Shellmound I guess?

Nalitie: *puts Dukermin's SOUL back* Yeah... You have a lot of SOULs, by the way... *to Shellmound!*

Dukermin: *calling to a group of Shellmound people*

People: Yeah...?

Dukermin: We have a construction job! Who should I talk to about that?

People: *points to... behind by the beach? Where the crane is...*

Dukermin: *heading over there*

Construction Crew: *chilling*

Dukermin: BREAK TIMES OVER We need giant lunchbox portals installed at the poles. Please.

Crew: Oh yeah. Nalitie left, so we took a break. We'll get back to that. *lunchbox themselves back to the one they were working at*

Dukermin: *to the lunchbox they all went through* Umm thanks. Kay... anything else we can get squared away? *idk if thats an appropriate usage of the phjrase but YOU KNOW WHAT*

Nalitie: Your house, um... The space jungle... I've been wanting to check my space station anway.. Um... getting Arlene and Nervous Heights, but I'm kinda tired of going places outside of Erscoga...

Dukermin: Arlene and Nervous Heights would both be in the Miscellaneous dimension... we can do that later. So my house or the space jungle.

Nalitie: Wanna check out my space station? My couch is how we get there and dthat's on Termata, so we'd be there for yuour house after. All we need to do is plant a couple of seeds.

Dukermin: K cool *lunchbox time*

*and so they were at Nalities house*

*and then they probably got on the couch and launched into space*

Dukermin: So we are planting seeds now?

Nalitie: yep! I don't reall know how, but Homeless Henry referred me to someone who sells Space Juungle Seeds... He might be the same guy who we bought our tree from, actually... *second thoughts*

Dukermin: *flashbakcs to the christmas tree* Oh boy... *throwing seeds everywhere, probably reciting that old sunday school story bout the farmer planting seeds*

Nalitie: *also planting* Plants need water, sunlight, and nutrients... We havve LuxLight... U... *throws plant nutrients that she had from feeding Flowey*

Dukermin: now... water... Hmm... How to make it rain in space... Or super intense manual watering...

Nalitie: Can you do anything?

Dukermin: *summons a portal from idk the amazon jungle if thats a thing... A RAINFOREST OF SOME SORT to make it rain*

(A little bit of rain filters through the portal and onto the seeds. They start growing at a rapid pace.)

Dukermin: Whoooooaaah ITS BEAUTIFUL

*AND THEN THERE WAS A space jungle!*

Nalitie: I'm gonna go make sure my space station's systems are stil running, and then we should build you a house.

Dukermin: Yay! *to the space station*

Nalitie: *checking the stuff, and also trying to figure out what's happening with the weird goo on the floor*

Dukermin: *looking at the goo* Is that normal?

Nalitie: No... They appeared a while back, when I was showing the Plutonians around the space station... But like... only the main characters.

Dukermin: *magically produces a test tube and scoops up some* Maybe I'll inquire about it at a later date... Whenever we find ourselves back on Pluto...

Nalitie: Yeah. And when Alphys isn't busy. *sits on the couch* back to Termata?

Dukermin: Yup *couch*

(Back on Termata)

Dukermin: *running off to find the warehouse*

Nalitie: *following*

Dukermin: Okay... So under this crappy warehouse will be a man-made cave system... With an elevator... And also a secret staircase that leads to a secret room (WHERE THERE WILL BE A DRAGON SOMETIME MAYBE)

Nalitie: Alrighty then. *gets out her construction tools* *and also some low-power ground severers for digging*

Dukermin: Yay *time to ground sever!*

Nalitie: *carefully ground severing because nobody is going to come after them angrily if they see what's happening FINALLY*

Dukermin: *starts ground severing in a hurry instinctively but stops self*

(This Construction Montage™ is brought to you by.... McDonalds!)

Dukermin: That's pretty much it!

Nalitie: YAY! *phone buzzes* *looks at it* It's from Alphys. She says that she thinks she and Hope figured it out!

Dukermin: WHAT CONVENIENT TIMING Shall we go back to Aeuton then?

Nalitie: Yep! *already halfway in the lunchbox*

Dukermin: *more lunchbox time*

Hope, Alphys, Stobia and Ominglai: *waiting*

Alphys: *hands them some pairs of goggles when they get there*

Hope: You'll have to test them to make sure they work, and there's only four pairs, but here they are.

Dukermin: Awesome thank you! * sticks goggles on her head*

Nalitie: Yay! *grabbing Ominglai's hand and putting n her DunkelVision Goggles©* *reopens portal for Dunkel (pff)*

Dukermin: *portaling*

*and so they landed on Dunkel, right in the middle of town, with a bunch of Dunkelians who look like shadowy versions of people on the other planets and whose appearances shift a little once in a while sometimes*

Dukermin: *to Nalitie* This is a little weird... I recognize them... but don't...

Nalitie: Yeah... that one looks a little like you *points*

Dukermin: *goes over to meet doppelganger* Hello Wait I need an interpreter. *Calls to Ominglai*

Ominglai: *coming over* Yes?

Dukermin: Would you mind translating for me? I want you to tell my doppelganger that I would like to take a picture with them and ask their name.

Ominglai: Enha ies Dukermin. Uhwa reya polo?

Dukermin's Dunkelian Self: Eh yal Neirmkedu.

Ominglai: She is called Neirmkedu. *to Neirmkedu* Dukermin veumen uin panotag.

Neirmkedu: *nods in an affirmative*

Nalitie: *pulling out her phone*

Dukermin: lets hope this shows up *poses with doppelganger*

Nalitie: *puts her goggles over the camera, hoping it works* *takes the picture* Alright, cool. Either it's gonna be you guys... or Dukermin posing with nothing. *puts her goggles back on*

Dukermin: Either way it'll be a great photo. Thank you Neirmwhatever and Ominglai.

Omingali: *to Neirmkedu* Dukermin epen merna.

Nalitie: Shall we explore? *watching as Ominglai... shifts shape a little into someone who both looks the same and looks a little like Toriel at the same time*

Dukermin: Uh... Alright then. Hey, Ominglai, will you join us? Maybe show us some of the hot tourist attractions?

Ominglai: H...ot tourist attractions...?

Dukermin: Where do the cool kids hang out around here? Any interesting places?

Ominglai: *confused because English is not her native language but understands the last part* You want to know Dunkel?

Dukermin: Very much, yes.

Ominglai: Okay. *starts walking towards the center of the town*

Nalitie: *watching a Dunkelian who looks a little bit like Christine*

Dukermin: *notices* *to nalitie* I wonder if she watches people sleep too. I wonder if Dunkelians sleep?

Nalitie: *shrugs*

Ominglai: This is the town center. *gesturing around*

(You are standing in... well, a town center. There's a fountain and Dunkelians are roaming about.)

Dukermin: *using phone and goggles to snap pictures* *wishes she was wearing a button -down floral shirt*

Nalitie: Hm. Hey, Ominglai? Why does everyone look like people we know?

Ominglai: The Pondecle borrow parts of appearance from creatures on other planets and mix it with their appearance.

Dukermin: Pondecle, huh? Do you know if there are any living things on Dunkel other than the Pondecle?

Ominglai: Yes. They live in the... wilderness.

Dukermin: Ooh. Interesting. So... anything else we should know about Dunkel?

Ominglai: Do not go into wilderness without a weapon. You will die.

Dukermin: WOW THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN! I really want to go there. And we've definitely got weapons *BC NECKLACE*

Mettaton: *still in Dukermin's head* Are you sure that's wise, darling?

Dukermin: I DON'T KNOW But it's interesting.

Nalitie: Mettaton again?

Ominglai: *thinking Dukermin is insane*

Dukermin: *Doesn't know of a way to explain SOULs to a non-english speaker so she can think whatever she want so think*

Nalitie: Dukermin is two people. Someone died, and they went into her.

Ominglai: *confused but whatever* The... what do you call them... beasts? They are not easy to kill.

Dukermin: OOH BEASTS! Beasts are cool. I do need an excuse to use my necklace.

Nalitie: But what if they don't die physically? Remember those things you fought in the VR? *thinking back to the very first Erscoga doc*

Dukermin: We don't have to go now. We can do more research. And we always figure it out...

Nalitie: True. Anything else we need here? Oh! We should talk to the leaders because... ALLIANCES!

Dukermin: YES I love alliances. Ominglai! Who's in charge here? Is there a mayor or president or king?

Ominglai: You want to meet the leader?

Dukermin: Yes, please.

Ominglai: I will take you to the Cinmpaden. *going in another direction*

Dukermin: Also, is there anything we should know about the Cinmpaden?

Ominglai: ... She will explain much... the Cinmpaden is very nice. Her name is Etommt.

Dukermin: Oh thank goodness. Does she speak English?

Ominglai: A little. I can help.

Dukermin: Awesome. *to nalitie* we need to find a way to repay her after all this.

Nalitie: We do... Hey, Ominglai? What kinds of things do you like? Also, does Dunkel have a currency?

Ominglai: The Pondecle have money, yes. I like warm blankets... and science. That is why I came to your planet. *goes to talk to the guards in front of a big-ish building*

Dukermin: *To nalitie* So we could get her some cool merch from our planets

Nalitie: Yeah, alright. I wonder if Alphys would have anything for her...

Dukermin: Probably. Also, we could get the two of them to hang out some more. They'd probably like each other.

Nalitie: Yeah, that works.

Ominglai: *gesturing* Come. The Cinmpaden will speak with you. *starts walking inside*

Dukermin: Awesome. *follows her in, and probably high fives a guard as she passes*

Nalitie: *following*

Etommt: *standing inside* You are the outside people, correct?

Dukermin: That sounds accurate, yes.

Nalitie: We're Nalitie and Dukermin, and we're the leaders of the dimension that your planet and also Lux are caught in.

Guard: *staring at Nalitie intently*

Etommt: Ah... You do not wish war, do you?

Dukermin: NO! Absolutely the opposite. We would like to be friends.

Etommt: You wish to ally? *appearance shifts a little bit, but she still looks sorta familiar*

Dukermin: Yes. And we would like your support in a, well a war, from an outside source.

Nalitie: A being named SAM wishes to wage war against our dimension, and we need every planet's support.

Etommt: ... Are you allied with... Lux?

Dukermin: Yes we are. Is that a problem?

Etommt: Lux is our sister planet, yes? The light one?

Dukermin: Yes.

Etommt: Then I cannot agree.

Dukermin: Why not?

Etommt: They are not our friend. A few... er... *looking to Ominglai because her English is better* Orbiaton...?

Ominglai: Years.

Etommt: A few years ago, they brought us war, and so we are enemies.

Dukermin: Oh boy. That wasn't while you were in this dimension was it? *time is difficult*

Etommt: I do not know. We do not what world we are in, if nobody comes to us. We move a lot.

Dukermin: Well, there will not be any enemies within our dimension anymore. We're all in this together *hsm ref*. And we ask that you ally with us, because we can uh make sure that nothing bad happens while you are in this dimension of ours.

Etommt: *still frowning?* Does the...

Ominglai: *whispers* queen

Etommt: Does the Queen of lux agree?

Dukermin: They didn't mention you, I don't think, when we discussed the alliance.

Etommt: I will not agree unless she promises not to war on us.

Dukermin: I'm sure we can get her to agree.

Nalitie: We can go ask her right now...

Dukermin: Should I write up a peace treaty or something?

Etommt: A written... treaty... will work, yes.

Dukermin: Okay. We will go talk to the lumoae or whatever .

Nalitie: Yep! We'll be back, and thank you for seeing us.

Ominglai and Etommt: *nod*

Dukermin: See you in a bit *to Lux*

Mettaton: *as they're leaving* Their queen is pretty beautiful, by the way, if I do say so myself... *commenting on the fact that she's basically his Dunkelian self, but a lady instead*

Dukermin: Mhm. *would ship it but it would basically be with himself*

*AND THEN THEY WRE ON LUX*

Nalitie: *hissing at the light and replacing her goggles with sunglasses* THAT WAS NOT A GOOD TRANSITION

Dukermin: *blinking and squinting* Bluh... Okay so *probably starts walking in the wrong direction*

Nalitie: *following because she doesn't know either*

Lumoae Guard: *halts them* Weh oar yao?!?

Dukermin: Um... *doesn't exactly know what was asked but introduces self anyway* I'm Dukermin.

Nalitie: ... English...?

Guard: Ingles... Ah. You are trespassing on the land of Gaval. Why do you intrude?

Dukermin: We were looking for the Lumoae palace. Do you know where it is? Is it around here?

Guard: The Lumoae have many palaces. Which land do you speak of?

Dukermin: Uuuuh... There isn't like a supreme palace or anything? Nalitie?

Guard: There is a Planetary Council, yes, but they do not have a single palace.

Nalitie: Where were we last time... Llllllicvitis...?

Dukermin: Oh that sounds familiar. By Menards.

Guard: Menards? That is the place that appeared in the Wild Lands. Licvitis neighbors those lands. I will show you to their border. *starts walking off in the direction they came from*

Dukermin: Awesome thanks. *following*

Nalitie: *follows too* *to Dukermin* I'm glad this guy knows English... We're going to have to learn a lot of language...

Dukermin: Yeaaaah. Hey Guard guy, what's your name?

Guard: I am Aalok.

Dukermin: Nice to meet you. So, do you know the deal around here? Like, if there's any internal conflict, or external conflict?

Aalok: Our countries are not fighting now, but there are a few who do not like each other. We have not had conflict with an outside force since the War of DunkeLux.

Dukermin: Hmm. Okay. Do you know if there are still ill feelings? Like, obviously everyone's not going to be elated about war, but if there are still a lot of hostile feelings toward Dunkel?

Aalok: There are a few who do not dislike Dunkel. But they are few and far between. Our planets have been adversaries for a very long time now... We are opposites, and it is the way things are.

Dukermin: Well that's a bummer cuz that won't work for us.

Aalok: This is the border. The Capital is straight ahead.

Dukermin: Thanks a lot, Aalok. *heads to capital*

Nalitie: Yeah, thanks! *following*

Aalok: *nods and returns to duty*

(One MTT-Brand Timeskip later...)

Sage: *is patrolling the capital* *sees Dukermin and Nalitie* You are back.

Dukermin: We have PAPERWORK! We're heading to the capital.

Sage: ... You are in the capital.

Dukermin: Palace, is what I meant *pfft*

Sage: Ah, you wish to speak with the Queen again?

Dukermin: Yeah... About Dunkel and alliances

Sage: ... Dunkel... Do you wish me to lead you?

Dukermin: Sure, it would be nice to catch up.

Sage: Of course. *leading them to the palace*

Dukermin: So... how's life been?

Sage: It is good. We have had many births in the previous months, but the Princess has not returned.

Dukermin: Hmm. So what, she's missing?

Sage: She ran away, and the guards have not been able to find her. Her sister continues to send letters, but she has not replied to them...

Dukermin: Do you know why she ran away? There was no chance she was abducted or something?

Sage: *a little bit too quickly* No. I do not know anything about the Princess's motives, but she was not taken from us.

Dukermin: *suspicious* This seems like kind of a big deal...

Sage: *almost coldly...?* It does not matter. The kingdom has Adr--Princess Adrienne.

Dukermin: *quietly to Nalitie* Um yeah, so this Adrienne girl seems like a shifty character. *assuming that adrienne kidnapped her sister so she could be queen and covered it up cuz all is fair in love and POLITICS*

Nalitie: *shrugs*

Sage: *leading them up the steps of the palace and inside silently*

(later, inside with the queen)

Anora: Ah, Dukermin, Nalitie, do you need something?

Dukermin: A little bit yeah. Would you be cool with negotiating a treaty with us? About Dunkel and NOT warring on them?

Anora: We were not planning a war.

Dukermin: Yeah, we figured that much. Dunkel isn't convinced though. We brought PAPERWORK! So if you're alright with it...

Anora: And you are sure they will not attack us?

Dukermin: Dunkel doesn't want war. We'll make them sign a treaty as well. Once we can promise that you won't start a war, they'll ally with us and then we can make sure there is nothing but peace in the dimension *YAY*

Nalitie: We need every planet's support in order to defeat and defend against SAM, and Dunkel won't ally with us unless you make peace with them as well.

Anora: ... I suppose it would not hurt... We are having... issues here in Licvitis, and it would be nice to not worry about Dunkel.

Dukermin: Is it about the princess? *handing her the papers*

Anora: ... It has been a long time since I have seen my daughter... *signs* You will need the Plannetary Council to agree as well.

Dukermin: Yeah. Thanks a lot. And we'll do what we can about the princess. Because allies.

Anora: You needn't worry about that... you are preparing defense against SAM, yes? And I will have the others sign, if you need.

Dukermin: Sometimes we get bored while our scientists are doing stuff, so you never know. And other signatures would be great.

Anora: I will collect them. *sends the treaty off with a person to the Council*

(ANOTHER MTT-BRAND Timeskip later...)

Anora: *hands them the now signed treaty* I have done what I can. If Dunkel does not wish war, then we do not either.

Dukermin: Great! So Dunkel then.

*TO DUNKEL*

(On Dunkel....)

Dukermin: *strapping on goggles* *starts heading off to the Cwhatever*

(Back with Etommt... and Ominglai is there too because REASONS)

Dukermin: Lux agreed not to war. They weren't planning on war anyway. You agree not to war, as well?

Etommt: You have the treaty?

Dukermin: Mhm. *gives it to her* So if you agree not to war, you can sign here.

Etommt: ... Very well. *signs*

Dukermin: Great! So, are we allies now?

Etommt: yes.

Nalitie: *celebrating silently*

Dukermin: Yay! *wishes she had champagne to pour or somehing* So... We've got some other things. Like... We have lunchbox portals if you'd like to travel to other planets...

Nalitie: *grabs a couple and offers them to Etommt* They're really easy to use. You just pick where you want to go and step inside.

Etommt: *takes the portals*

Nalitie: And do we have permission to build on Dunkel maybe? Because we would like to construct bigger portals on all of the planets, right?

Dukermin: And of course we won't build anything without your permission... But yeah, bigger portals...

Etommt: You may. And you wish us to fight agains this SAM, yes?

Dukermin: I mean, it would be great if you would... But if you do not wish to fight, it's nice just to have your support, or maybe you could supply us...

Etommt: We will support you when the time comes. Is there anything else you wish?

Dukermin: Ummm... Not that I can think of... We can explore everything right...? Nalitie...?

Nalitie: I mean, I don't see why not.

Etommt: You may explore as you wish, but respect our temples and places of history, and it will be wise to stray from the wild.

Dukermin: Of course! We're always respectful and NEVER destructive AT ALL!

Nalitie: Yep! Totally safe to be around!

Dukermin: So, yeah! It's been great meeting you!

Etommt: Likewise. *English knowledge has suddenly improved*

Nalitie: *gets a text from the workers on Termata* Oh, hey, they just finished the first of the portals.

Dukermin: Yay!

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A Pitch Black Room, A Velvet Ribbon, A Secret Box

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This was my first year doing NaNoWriMo. It started as a writing prompt (the title is literally just the prompt) and it's a collection of short stories from many different peoples' perspectives linked by various objects. I won this year but never looked back at it. In fact, I am kind of embarrassed by it but I try to remind myself I was literally a child. Instead of being broken up into chapters, it's broken into characters.

Written in November 2016

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Part 2, Martin

The secret box had been sitting in the pitch black room for longer than Martin could remember. He had first seen it when he had gone in to fix some of the wiring through the house. He hadn’t paid much attention to it, sitting there in the dust and the dark. It had belonged to his mother, he knew that. He didn’t know what was inside it, though. He was little more concerned with not getting electrocuted. When he had come down from the attic that day, he had forgotten to ask his mom what was in it. Probably nothing but spiders. It was probably just a family heirloom. He soon forgot about it.

Martin grew up. It took many years, but soon he was an adult. His parents had given him the house after they decided to move a few states away. They wanted to start over, leaving everything in the house. They even their furniture. Martin was alright with this deal and even helped his parents pay for their new house. The house he had grown up in was now his. He didn’t go into the attic again, even though he cleaned out many of the other rooms.

Life continued, as it usually does, and Martin fell in love. After a little while, he was married and the house he had been raised in was no going to be used to raise his kids. He had a boy, a girl, then another boy. Darian, Vivian, then Peter. They were quite a rowdy bunch and had a hard time sitting still for a long time. They loved their grandmother and greatly enjoyed going on trips to visit her. But they learned the most about her one day when Martin decided they should clean out the attic.

“Make sure you take some flashlights if you want to come.” He said to Darian “It’s pitch black up there.”

“I want to come, too!” Vivian whined.

“Oh, me too! Me too!” Peter joined in.

“Alright, alright.” Martin laughed “Go find some flashlights.” The three scrambled away, looking high and low. After a small fiasco with batteries, they each had their own and were ready to ascend into the attic.

“Alright, are you guys ready?” Martin asked. The kids all cheered in the affirmative, making Martin smile.

“Okay, then,” he said “let's go exploring.” The kids squeezed in delight, chattering amongst themselves. Martin continued to smile to himself as he pulled down the rickety ladder that lead to the attic. The kids suddenly grew quiet as they peered up into the darkness. Martin tried to imagine what it would be like to be a kid again and tried to think about what they saw. They probably saw something much more than an attic. The child's imagination was truly an amazing thing.

“Come on, guys.” he said, taking the first step up the ladder. It creaked a little and the kids all gasped. The old wood held, though, and he was able to take another step.

“Me next!” Donivan cried, jumping up on the ladder.

“Hey, I wanted to go next!” Vivian yelled, trying to push him off the ladder.

“What about me?” Peter whined, joining the throng.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Martin said over them all, coming down the ladder and forcing them all to move back to break up he fight.

“Vi started it.” Donivan accused.

“I did not!”

“It doesn't matter who started it.” Martin said sternly, “If you're going to fight, you can't come up. It might be dangerous up there and I need you guys to pay attention to what I say to you.”

“Okay,” they all said, a little dejeced.

“Now, Donivan will go first.” Martin dictated.

“Oh, yeah!” Donivan cheered.

“Then Vi.”

“Aww,” Peter whined.

“Sorry, but that's just what happens when you're the youngest, buddy.” Martin said, patting him on the shoulder.

“It can't wait until I'm older than them.” Peter grumbled.

“It doesn't work like that.” Martin said “Now, let's go.” He mounted the ladder, making sure the kids weren't going to break out in another fight.

“Donivan, don't come up until I tell you, okay?” He called down, looking over his shoulder.

“Okay,” Donivan replied. Martin looked back up and slowly made his way up the ladder, testing each step to make sure it wouldn't break under his weight. There were plenty of creaks, but no cracks. He made it to the top without incident and clicked on his flashlight to fight the pitch blackness. The room was smaller than he remembered, more crammed with stuff. There was a thick layer of dust on everything, making it look like a grey mold had been growing for a long time. Martin turned back go the ladder and looked down.

“Alright, Donivan, come on up.” He called. The boy grabbed the ladder eagerly, but with each step he grew more and more hesitant. When he was at the top step, he looked back down at his siblings.

“Come on, Don.” Martin said, holding down his hand to him. Donivan looked back up and took his hand. Martin helped pull him into the attic. Donivan clicked on his flashlight and looked around the room.

“Yetch.” He said, wrinkling his nose “There's so much dust.”

“That's what happens when you leave things alone for years.” Martin said, then turned back to the hole in the floor.

“Vi, you're next.” he called.

“Yay!” she cheered. She happily scrambled up the ladder, not even hesitating once.

“Wow, look at you!” Martin said, helping her into the dark room “You must be part monkey or something.” Vivian laughed, then sneezed.

“Eww, it's really dusty up here.” She said, turning on her flashlight “It looks like Peter's room.”

“I heard that!” Peter called up the ladder.

“Come on up, it's your turn.” Martin replied. Peter tried to go up the ladder as quickly as possible, but he hesitated halfway up.

“Come on, you're almost there.” Martin encouraged him. He tentatively made his way up the remainder and Martin hauled him into the room.

“How are we not going to fall down that hole?” Peter asked, looking down the way he had just come up.

“We'll just have to be extra careful.” Martin said “Turn on your flashlight.” Peter did as he was told and looked around the room. The other two had separated and were exploring the corners of the room. Peter ran to join Donivan and Martin stood up. He immediately hit his head on the ceiling.

“You okay, Dad?” Vivian called back.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” he replied, rubbing his head. He was going to have to stoop the entire time.

“Alright, guys.” he called, getting their attention “We need to sort through all this stuff.”

“How are we supposed to do that?” Donivan asked.

“Well, everyone can make three piles.” Martin said “One for things we know we need to keep, one for things we know we need to get rid of, and one for things we're not sure about.”

“I'll look through this side!” Vivian yelled from across the room.

“I'll be over here!” Donivan cried.

“I'll do the middle!” Peter joined in.

“I'll supervise.” Martin said.

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The kids has seemed to forget about sorting. It had lasted about five minutes before Donivan had found something exciting and distracted the others from their work. After a while, they remembered they were supposed to be doing and went back to their own corners. Not even a minute later, though, Peter called for his siblings to come and see what he had found in his pile of junk. The kids ran back and forth across the attic, showing each other their newfound treasures. Martin let them play and busied himself with putting things into his sorting piles. The biggest pile, so far, was the things he wasn't sure about. There were a few things that were definitely junk; some blankets that had moth holes in them, a bucket of rusty nails, an old paint can. However, there were things like photo albums and nice looking furniture. Those he put in his keep pile. Almost everything else was placed in his pile of uncertainty. He didn’t remember ever having this much stuff.

“Look at this!” Peter called out, causing the other two to rush over. They chattered excitedly over the compass Peter had found, each taking a turn to hold and inspect it. They wondered where it came from, what it had been used for, how it had gotten into the attic, and who it had belonged to before them. They dreamed about a lost explorer, trying to find mythical beasts out in the wilderness, with only the compass as his guide. They imagined what it would be like trying to find their way back to civilization after being lost in the woods.

“Put it in the keep pile.” Donivan commanded. Peter obeyed and the others went back to their part of the room. There was quiet, only interrupted by the sound of things being placed into piles of moved as the family looked through all the stuff that now belonged to them. Martin added an antique globe to his keep pile.

“Guys, come look at this old kite I found!” Donivan called across the room. The two other kids went over and marveled at it. Martin remembered when he had used to pay with the kite when he was a kid. Maybe he would take them all out and show them how to fly it when they were done with the attic. That is, if they ever finished the attic. It might not happen for a while. Maybe he could just throw out everything. It would certainly make things easier.

“It’s going in the keep pile.” Donivan said authoritatively. Martin smiled to himself.

One man’s trash is a kid’s treasure. He thought to himself. They would never let him get rid of all this stuff. It was great fuel for imagination. They could turn almost anything up here into a toy for one of their games. There was no reason to take that away from them.

They each went back to their piles, again, and continued their treasure hunts. They weighed each new item to see if they would be able to use it in one of their games. They tried to see how many purposes any one thing could have. They tried to imagine the article in as many different situations as possible. Martin missed the unexplored creativity of childhood. Now-a-days, he had a hard time seeing things for more than they actually were. A screwdriver was just a screwdriver, not a sword or fairy wand. It was hard to even remember when he had been able to imagine such things. It had been so long since he had been able to use his imagination like his kids could.

“I found a secret box!” Vivian cried. Even Martin grew interested at this and came over. Vivian had pulled an old, wooden box out from a stack of other things. Martin didn’t remember seeing this box before. It looked like a jewelry box, though, so it must have belonged to his mother. It was a very nice box.

“How do you know it’s a secret box?” He asked Vivian, kneeling next to her.

“Look, it has a clasp.” She said, pointing to it “It’s there to keep people out. You only need to keep people out of a secret box.”

“And it was hidden in the attic.” Donivan added.

“What do you think’s in it?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know.” Donivan replied “It looks too small to be a treasure chest or something like that.”

“I bet it’s a jewelry box.” Vivian said haughtily.

“Why would you need to keep jewelry in a secret box?”

“Just because,” Vivian said, rolling her eyes “You’re a boy. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Whatever.” Donivan sighed.

“Well, let’s stop speculating and open it.” Martin said.

“What’s ‘speculating’ mean?” Peter asked.

“It means thinking about it.” Martin answered, reaching down and undoing the clasp. The kids held their breath as he opened the lis, but were disappointed when they saw what was inside.

“It’s just a bunch of papers.” Donivan said unhappily.

“What good are papers?” Peter whined.

“Nothing, that’s what.” Donivan answered.

“Hey, now, you don’t know that.” Martin said, picking up the box “This was your grandma’s box, so there might be a few interesting things in here.”

“Oh, I bet they’re love letters!” Vivian gasped in delight.

“Bleh,” Peter groaned.

“Maybe it’s some kind of diary.” Donivan said “Do you think we could turn them into a history textbook?”

“Your grandma’s not that old.” Martin said flatly. He dumped the contents of the box into his hand. The papers were all folded together, so he gently unfolded the first layer. When he was able to see what was written on the inside, his eyes scanned over the words. It took him a minute to realize what he was reading.

“What is it, Daddy?” Vivian asked, tugging at his arm.

“It’s a poem.” He answered.

“What?”

“It looks like Grandma was a poet when she was younger.” He said, unfolding another one.

“Could we turn these into a book?” Donivan asked.

“We’ll have to ask your grandma about that.” Martin replied, carefully putting the papers back into the box.

“Aww, why?”

“Because they were secret. Duh.” Vivian said.

“What makes you so sure about that?”

“They were in a secret box.”

“She’s got a point.” Martin said “We need to ask Grandma’s permission before we do anything with them.”

“Oh, alright.” Donivan said unhappily.

“Will Grandma become famous?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know,” Martin answered truthfully “but I do know that we still have to get this attic cleaned.”

~*~

“Your mom called today.” Mary, Martin’s wife, said when he came home from work.

“Oh?” He queried “Did she want to talk about the poems?”

“The topic did come up, yes.”

“What did she say?”

“She said she didn’t want them published until after her death.”

“I wonder why.” Marin said with a frown.

“She said you could read them to the kids, though.” Mary said “It seems like she wants them to stay within the family, for now.”

“I’m sure the kids will love that.” Martin said “Even if Peter doesn’t really know what’s going on.”

“I have a feeling that will make it even better for him, actually.”

“I’ll go get the box down after dinner.” Martin announced.

“The secret box.” Mary corrected “Vivian is making sure everyone’s calling it by it’s proper title.”

“Right, right,” Martin laughed “Well, it won’t be secret for much longer. It will come to light when I get it out of that pitch black room.”

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missmonsters2 · 3 years

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I would like to request part three of “what’s one kiss between friends” It’s one of my favourite AU’s.

iii. What's One Little Kiss Between Friends

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iii: party of our own

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Note: I'm so glad it's your fav AU bc me too. Listening to the song is essential to this drabble.

College AU set. Feel free to request the next part in my inbox!

I've decided I'm into this drabble series and it'll be dubbed What's One Little Kiss Between Friends Wednesday 💘

part i || part ii

Count: <1k (literally 999)

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"Hey, beautiful, you alone tonight?"

Natasha barely looked at the guy before she replied with a curt, "No."

"Right…" he answered before he awkwardly slinked away.

The interaction didn't bother Natasha in the slightest. People could tell she wasn't in the mood tonight. She stood in the back, leaning against the wall with a red solo cup in hand with some kind of fruity drink she didn't enjoy.

She looked over in the distance to where Bucky was and grimaced at how he was sucking face with his ex, Dotty. Watching her ex with his own ex wasn't exactly putting her in a good mood.

What was even worse was that her eyes kept drifting back to you.

It seemed tonight was just a night of reuniting with exes.

Natasha watched as you stood there talking with Maria and grimaced behind her cup. Why were you bothering with Maria? Wasn't the first-year disaster with her a testament to how it would never work with her?

In fact, Natasha thought curtly, why was Maria at this party? She didn't even go here anymore. She needed to stick to her own school's frat parties!

Natasha watched as you tilted your head back with a laugh at something Maria said and felt something unpleasant bubble in her stomach. Letting out a sigh, Natasha turned her gaze away again.

"Hey."

Natasha snapped her head back. You were standing in front of her, eyes slightly hazy and hair mussed. You were holding a red solo cup that you put into her hands as you took hers away.

"What are you—"

"You don't like fruity drinks, right? Brought you tequila. Would've gotten you vodka but they've only got the shit that's in a plastic bottle and that's just not right."

Natasha can't help but snort, the tips of her ears flushing as she takes a swig.

"So, what's got you moping in the back all alone here? It's very rare of you to be a wallflower. Finally sick of the frat parties?" You smirked at her.

Natasha merely scoffed before sucking in her bottom lip lightly to bite down on when she could see your teasing expression.

"Maybe," was all Natasha could tragically offer.

Then, you're grabbing her hand, and Natasha feels something flutter, and it's arguable worse than having her ears flush.

"Good, I'm over it tonight too," you said as you pulled her through the crowd, not paying mind to the people who'd greet Natasha. "Watching Steve step on Sharon's toes and her being so into it is too horrid to watch any longer." You slightly turned back to give Natasha a grin as you down the rest of her fruity drink.

Natasha found herself chuckling as you grabbed the tequila bottle off the table along with the grapefruit soda.

You led her up the stairs, trying to not trip over the groups of people sitting and chatting—or making out. The first door you opened turned out to have a random couple enthusiastically going at it.

"Oh—" Natasha started to say and tried her best to refrain from laughing when you shushed with a smile before quietly shutting the door.

It feels like an adventure trying to find an empty room in this frat house until you finally give up and open the hallway closet filled with random cleaning supplies and half-folded towels.

You pulled Natasha inside along with you, shutting the door behind her as the two of you slink down to the floor. You turn on your phone flashlight and dim it to the lowest setting.

It was hardly enough to see anything in full detail, but the two of you liked it like this—soft with a reason to be closer.

You had noticed Natasha staring at you throughout the party. It had elated you to have her attention. Then you noticed how Bucky had been just a couple of feet behind you, and you couldn't help but feel your stomach crumble.

But none of that mattered when it was just the two of them, and you didn't want to spend the time humming and hawing who Natasha was staring at when she was looking at you now.

So, you let the alcohol flow through you. You allowed the alcohol to remove any filter from your brain and talked about everything that came to mind.

The two of you talked about the people at the party, about the after-class activities that you both sorely wished you could drop if it wouldn't look so good on your resumes. You talked about how fast time seemed to fly, and you'd both be graduating this year, and despite that, it feels like neither of you really know what you're doing.

You talk and talk until it feels like you both are breathless, warm on tequila, and music pounding from outside the door.

And then the last two kisses you've shared jump into your mind. You stared at Natasha with her flushed cheeks and lazy smile, and you suddenly believed that being drunk was amazing.

Being drunk brought divinations! Like how you don't want chaste kisses anymore. You want to kiss the fuck out of her. You want to follow Bucky's suit and make out like your life depended on it.

You leaned across the space, nose bumping against Natasha's. She smelled like vanilla and tequila, and you loved it.

"Hey."

"Hey," Natasha breathed before she swallowed.

You hovered because there wasn't really any reason to kiss. There was no point to prove and no comfort needed, and you refused to merely chalk it up to being drunk.

"How much have you had to drink?" Natasha asked her breath on your lips.

"Enough to be brave and admit I want it but sober enough that I can tell you I won't change my mind tomorrow," you replied.

"Perfect," Natasha muttered before she surged forward to catch your lips assiduously, gripping the back of your neck.

And just like that, chaste kisses were out the window.

Part 4

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I posted 607 times in 2022

That's 176 more posts than 2021!

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This Collider interview ruined my day

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My #1 post of 2022

Thinking today about two guys who only met because of a number of vaguely absurd circumstances. How one of them was older, but graduated college during the Great Recession and couldn’t find an adult job for years, so when he applied to the BuzzFeed internship, he was 4 or 5 years older than everyone else in his class. And how the other one was supposed to be a cinematographer, but took a chance on something else when the grip life wasn’t cutting it. How neither of them expected to last that long at Buzzfeed, one sure he would get fired for being slow and meticulous, the other assuming he’d cut and run and/or get fired if he didn’t pull unpaid overtime. How they ended up at the same set of desks. How movie trailers got the one to open up. How the other one was, quite literally, not there to make friends. How they became friends anyway. How the one took a simple idea and made it into a five minute video on the Somerton Man with his carpool buddy. How he then asked the other to fill in when the carpool buddy got transferred. How the other one had a free calendar to film a video about the Illuminati. How he kept having a free calendar to go ghost hunting in a mystery house, a terrible island of dolls and spiders, and a unassuming Kansas home. How one of them screaming at a flashlight and the other one laughing changed both their lives forever. How they took an oath to keep doing this with no one but each other. How they took a leap of faith and bet on themselves to start something new with the smartest person they knew. How their timing was cosmically horrible, launching this new thing right as the world shut down. How they persevered when it seemed like it might all end at any second. How they grew their little company, in fits and starts, until they finally got on stable land. How they didn’t even wait before ending their original ghost hunting series to start planning a new one. One where they could make all the rules. And how after months of planning and shooting and editing, that new series is here. And it’s bigger than either of them imagined. How shocked they are that thousands of people have come to see them, how dozens have flown across states and countries to celebrate with them, how millions have watched this show that they’re so proud of. How for the first time, their company has breathing room. How they can finally exhale. How all the hard work and long hours are paying off. How this is just the beginning.

Yeah, I’d be smiling like that too.

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In the Tent, Under His Arms (Eyeless Jack X F!Reader)

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: literally just smut, knotted dick, breeding kink kinda?, possessive, I feel like EJ is his own warning, dubcon, rough, degrading(?), slight praise, if you are a minor DNI]

[AN: this thing is 8K words so have fun. Ngl, I had a lot of inspiration from the Wolf Man from Darkwood, so like,,,,,, that's gonna show up here as influence srry. ily <3]

To say you are nervous as you traverse the woods was an understatement. You could hardly breathe as you quietly stepped through the darkness that curtained the forest around you. Small little mushrooms and pieces of paper dotted your way as you continued to shine your flashlight at the deer path before you. Branches seemed to spring out from tree trunks in the blink of an eye scratched at your clothes as you pushed yourself forward. Every little sound that didn’t emit from you set you on edge.

How the hell did you even get here? You woke up on the floor of a rundown house. Cold tile had been your mattress as you slowly found your bearings. A quick glance around the darkened room showed a barren room, its walls littered with papers worried about a tall man in the woods. The only warnings were to watch out for him, fear him and not get caught by him lest you be taken. But you were still confused, scared and unsure.

Instead, you found yourself doing the only thing you could really think of. Securing your safety. This went on for a week without a hitch (save for the odd faces that peered into the windows every now and then) until one fateful morning where you were greeted by the only sentient living being that wished to talk to you since… Well… Since before you ended up here.

You had taken up refuge in a closet for the night and after stretching, headed to the kitchen to make something when you were rudely greeted to a… man?

Leaning against your counter drinking some coffee he’s already brewed.

You were about to rush back to your closet and pick up your blade when the man lowly chuckled.

A deep silence fell between the two of you as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. From the silence came low, rumbling, almost animalistic breathing.

It was then that you finally got a clear view of who was leaning in your kitchen. You grounded yourself in the doorway, not budging as the man slowly sipped from the coffee mug. You took notice of what he was wearing as he did so - a big, dark blue hoodie, and on top of that, a big, brown jacket. He had worn blue jeans. Steel toe boots.

The most unsettling parts of it all?

He had ashy, grey skin. From his profile, you could see shark-like teeth, grinning at you like a wolf.

“It’s really rude to stare, sweetheart,” the grey skinned man interrupted before taking another languid sip. “Have some coffee. I went outta my way to get it for you,” he finished before you could even begin to register what he was saying.

You awkwardly looked off to the side as words failed to build in your mouth. However, your mind continued to race with thoughts.

The grey skinned man verbally rolled his eyes with a huff before placing his mug down. Then, he quickly turned himself around and opened up one of the cabinets, fished for a mug, settled on a slightly chipped white one, inspected it, then placed it on the counter beside his. His clawed hand reached for the pot of coffee and grasped it before pouring the pleasantly warm and aromatic liquid into the slight chipped mug.

“Here,” he hummed as he held out the mug to the still frozen in place you. “Before it gets cold.”

You felt immediate disgust but hit it from your face as you cautiously stepped forward.

Sighing deeply, he closed the space between the two of you by taking confident steps forward.

On instinct, you held your hands out and took the mug.

He smiled in approval before leaning back on the counter to drink from his mug. “Sorry about the lack of sugar and creamer,” he said in passing as he watched you take a slow, shy sip. “You’ve seen the state of things out there, haven’t you? Can’t find shit even if I tried.”

Upon deeming the drink not poisonous and not harmful to your wellbeing, you felt more at ease and took more confident sips. “Who are you?” You asked, effectively breaking the semi-comfortable silence.

“A medic in some circles, a trader in others,” he began, flashing his rows of pearly white sharp teeth. “Call me Jack.” His gaze then lowered, eyes still obscured by his hood. “And what about you, sweetheart? How did you find yourself in this wicked place?”

You shifted uncomfortably before leaning in the doorway and taking another sip from the mug. “I don’t know,” you muttered. “I woke up here,” you gestured to the cold, checkered tile the two of you were currently standing on, “and got to work,” you finished. Your eyes remained trained on the floor. You remembered the first few days you were here - how awkward and strange they were. The feelings of confusion and anger. Stumbling around in the dark.

Jack nodded thoughtfully at your words before he finished his mug in one big gulp. He then smirked at you, the corners of his lip tilting upwards before he began stalking towards you.

Instinctively, you backed up, ready to defend yourself.

Jack chuckled under his breath. He smelled of wet soil and pine. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said as he stopped just an arm’s distance in front of you. He looked down at you, his eyes still observed by the darkness as you struggled to see what he looked like. His clawed hand suddenly reached out, and you flinched. He grinned, and took his lifted hand to hold your chin before slowly tilting your gaze upwards to meet his in full. “Let me get a good look at those pretty eyes,” he murmured.

And that when you saw his, or rather, the lack of. Just empty caverns. Dark, soulless, but they looked at you with such hunger.

Jack watched your pretty eyes flutter, mostly in nervousness before he leaned down. His sockets bore into you. His other hand left his coat pocket to your face, clawed came closer and closer to your eyes making you scrunch your nose. “Find me in the burnt clearing. I’ll be waiting for you.” His index finger came up to the bridge of your nose and slid down it. He chuckled at your confused expression before he tapped your nose.

When you reopened your eyes, he was gone.

You spent a few days wondering if you should go or if it was a trap. There was really no one to ask and the faces that peered into your window didn’t seem to give an answer one way or another. Your gut, however, kept telling you it was a bad idea.

That was what you were sticking with: it’s a bad idea, you shouldn’t go.

So, why were you stumbling through the woods near sundown looking for him? It was stupid, you thought, that you could be walking into your death. You quickly slashed through the brambles until you made your way to a small clearing. A light shined in the short distance when it wasn’t obscured by rapidly growing branches. A quick glance down at your map showed that this was the eyeless man’s camp.

Your fingers tightened around your blade as you left the heavy foliage to inspect the camp. There was a sizable tent followed by various crates strewn about. In the center was a fire pit and across from it was a worn down green couch. How did that even get in here?

You carefully came closer to the roaring fire with timid steps while trying to calm down your breathing. A quick glance around and there was nothing but silence to accompany you as the sun sunk further and further down the horizon. You let your guard drop for just a moment before prickling back to attention. A presence behind you made you swivel, lurch and raise your blade faster than what you were capable of.

“Took you long enough. You do know that it’s rude to keep people waiting, don’t you?” Jack states with a small frown before bursting into a fit of laughter at the sound of your still drumming heart. “What has you so nervous?” He questions, eyeing you like you are nothing but a piece of meat.

“This is your camp?” You say, more out of observation than waiting for affirmation.

“It is,” Jack hums. “Good to see you made it. I’ve seen some proxies barely make it here by the skin of their teeth,” he continues as he sits down by the fire.

“What?” You ask as you quirk up an eyebrow.

Jack picks up his back to rest between his knees and rummage through it before beckoning you over to sit next to him.

You cautiously sit next to him on another crate. You avert your attention from him back to the fire.

“Proxies are servants of this tall guy,” Jack explains after ensuring you took your seat. “They run these woods essentially, but they never come to my neck in fear of the things that exist past what is safe,” he grins slightly, still rummaging in the bag. “Out here, it’s just me and the things who lurk.”

“The things that lurk?” You whisper in a questioning tone.

Jack nods again and pulls out a little journal. He begins to thumb through it as he continues to explain to you. “Things known as the Rake, the notdeer, the proxies that succumb to their sickness early, y’know, the things that kill.” He finally finds what he’s looking for.

You turn your attention to the journal and see he’s amassed a collection of polaroid photographs of the things that lurk.

“See? These are some proxies,” he hands the book to you and points at the pictures. “And here is one of the things that lurk.” His clawed finger shows you what used to be a proxy, their body torn to shreds, organs hanging everywhere, and in the center, what you can describe as a monster hungrily devouring their flesh. “I have a lot of good shit out here, and most of them never make it past this guy.”

You shiver slightly and Jack furrows his brows for just a moment.

“Sorry,” he apologizes for a moment before briefly taking the book from you. “Anyways, very few people make it out of the woods unless you’re a proxy or me. We used to make it out a lot easier but there was this one guy, ugly fucker,” he hisses. “That left the woods after burning down the trees to the main road - one of our crossing points. The trees grew back so fast after the tall guy’s wrath and now we’re all stuck here as a result. That ugly fucker? He disa-fucking-peared.” Jack growls deeply as he says it, clearly not happy with the memory.

“I’m… Sorry,” you apologize awkwardly.

Jack shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?” He hums. “Anyways, flip a few pages and you’ll see the ugly fucker’s hovel before he left.” He pointed to the picture of a house similar to the one you were staying in.

Small world?

You studied the man who stood in the picture. He wasn’t that ugly in your opinion.

Jack then shows you other photos, places, effigies, proxies and one of a brilliant mansion. Apparently, you need to stay away from that place at all costs. There’s also pictures of him and other people, some of them you recognize from your time on earth? Is that right? Are you still on earth?

Jack explains a bit more to you. Mostly about this place. It’s like a pocket. Somehow, you were taken and brought here for a reason. Jack suspects it’s because the tall man, also known as the Slender Man, wants to make you a proxy.

“You’ll lose your humanity that way,” he tsks. “And that’s why I called you here. Not for pictures and conversation,” the warmth that was in his tone over reminiscing over things and learning about others is gone.

You notice it almost instantly. You watch as his posture changes and so too do his facial features. You know he means business now.

“I know you’re looking for a way out,” he begins. “I can help you with that.” Jack notices your eyes light up for the first time in well… It’s the first time he’d seen you look so hopeful.

“What’s the catch?” You ask as you slowly lean away from him.

Before Jack could say anything, a shriek was heard off in the distance. Jack’s face twinkled with excitement for a second before he nodded his head over to his tent.

It caught you off guard and sent your heart racing before yet another shriek emitted from the dark forest around the two of you.

“It’s dark,” Jack says as his gaze goes back over to his tent again. “Stay here for the night. Those things out there don’t really fuck with me,” he muses. When you don't answer, he stands up. “Unless you wanna try your luck out there, sweetheart. By all means…” He trails off as he slowly begins walking over to his tent.

You swallow your pride and stand up much too fast and catch pace with him.

Jack lets out an amused chuckle as he opens the flaps to the tend and allows you entrance.

You were immediately shrouded in the scent of petrichor and wild flowers. Surprisingly, it didn’t smell near as rough as you had originally expected. You felt a tad awkward standing in his tent as he zipped it up.

“You can sit down,” he says as he ensures the flaps were shut properly.

You nod more to yourself than anyone else and take a few more steps inside. It was tall enough that you could stand without brushing your head on the roof. On the floor interspersed with grass were carpets. It looked like a nest was in the near middle? Tons of blankets and two twin sized mattresses laid side by side were on the ground.

You glance around and see a small little desk, some writing supplies, just normal home stuff. Why was Jack living out here? There were tons of vacant houses.

Instead, you brush the thought off and settle on sitting timidly at the end of one of the blanket covered mattresses.

“Good choice,” Jack says as he procures from his pocket a box of matches. Then, he reaches over on the little desk for a kerosene lamp. After lighting it, the dimness of the tent became something actually visible. He checks his watch as he slowly makes his way to the other mattress.

“What time is it?” You ask as you struggle to get comfortable on the mattress.

“Surprisingly? Nearing midnight,” he answers. Jack stretches slightly before plopping down entirely. “Get some sleep, yeah? Tomorrow morning, we’ll set out to do what I ask,” Jack subtly demands. He props his elbows up on his knees and watches from the corner of his gaze as you shift awkwardly.

You felt strange laying down on the mattress, but did so anyway. It doesn’t seem Jack cared very much that your shoes were still on. You move your body slightly to find comfort on the mattress while Jack continues to eye you from the corner of his vision.

He takes note of your form, how delicious you look. How he can take you right now.

But he saw your eyelids grow heavy. Within moments, you were on the verge of passing out.

Jack relents softly. He knows she wants your full attention while he ruts into you making you cry out to gods that don’t want to hear you. He sees you begin to fade in and out of consciousness. Luckily for him, he does have some business to attend to, and those creatures didn’t ever get too close to his camp.

They wouldn’t touch you, not with his scent bathed all over you.

One of the last things you heard before Jack left to attend to other matters was a compliment. You barely heard it, and it would have shocked you right awake if your body wasn’t on the verge of shutting down.

“You look so pretty right now, Sweetheart. Beautiful, even.”

It wasn’t until 3am that Jack finally returned. You were fast asleep when he finally resented the tent, but he could smell you all the way from where his important matters laid. His nose guided him back to you. And funnily enough, it brought him back to you about a week ago as well.

Jack hadn’t smelled a fertile woman in a very long time. Well, since this whole mess came upon the Slender Man’s woods, really. He spied on you the first few days you were here. You weren’t as ready for him then, must’ve just been leading up to it. When he popped into your kitchen, it was because you were getting so close to your peak. The smell was overwhelming, sweet, and tender. Intoxicating. Like fresh peaches and the tangiest of strawberry pie. Lucky for him? You came to him at your peak.

Jack ressecure the flaps of the tend before his vision that saw all too well in the darkness his beauty that rests on the mattress he knew you’d choose. Your face and other gestures were gently lit up by the almost extinguished kerosene lamp’s flame. It drove him wild to see you breathe so peacefully.

Your chest rose every so slightly and he could have sworn he caught the outline of your nipples if it wasn’t for that stupiud bra you had on instead.

Jack licked his lips as he quietly drew himself closer to you. He couldn’t stop himself from crawling on top, quietly and slowly, so as to not wake you. One of his knees gently pried apart your legs, and then he took in your scent. You smelled of something not from the woods. You smelled of fresh vanilla and dark roast coffee. Of strawberry pound cake. Of good things.

Jack leans down and takes in your scent near the base of your neck, inhales deeply, then buries his nose in your hair. You smell divine, possibly even better than… Well, it’s best not to say. His hand picks itself up off the mattress to gently and gingerly brush near your hairline. Sily. Pretty. He then places it on your stomach and lightly presses, trailing his claws along your abdomen to your side. You are so soft. So delicate.

The moment his clawed fingertips touch your side and begin trailing down, you wake up.

Your eyes fly open and you almost let out a scream at seeing how this strange man is looming over you. Your mouth opens, but his hand quickly leaves your side to smother you. You breathe heavily against his palm, your eyes wide and with fear. You struggle against him.

“Shhh, he hushes as his hand presses a little firmer on your mouth. “Calm down.” His voice was low as his knee dug further into the mattress, just below the place he wanted most.

You continue to struggle against him, fighting against his planted hand while his other hand presses down on your hips.

“You promise not to scream?” Jack deadpans in a low tone with an edge that cuts you to your core. He sees tears welling in your eyes, and he knows you’re telling the truth. Slowly, he peels his hand back, watching as you keep true to your word.

You take in deep breaths to help self regulate. “What the fuck?” You seethe. Your arms, which have been pawing wildly at his chest, relax only slightly when his clawed hands catch your wrist in a vice grip.

“Easy,” he murmurs, only loosening his grip when he’s sure you won’t fight him any further. His head dips so his empty caverns can peer right through yours in the dim light.

One look and you know what he wants. Horor and something else - something wanton - pass across your face, making Jack laugh.

“I said I wasn’t gonna hurt you,” he hums, his clawed index finger trailing your cheek.

Before you can say anything else, Jack’s hand leaves your hips and grabs your face. With a wicked grin, he licks his teeth, then leans down and licks your face.

You contort to digits as he does so. He smells of iron.

“Why are you doing this?” You growl as his tongue leaves your cheek to your chin, slowly making his way to your neck. “I can leave if that’s-”

“No,” Jack growls. “You won’t leave,” he states before gently nipping at the soft flesh on your neck. “You smell so good,” he murmurs before taking another languid lick at your neck.”I’m going to make you mine,” With that, he entirely retracted his form from yours to look down at you.

Of course, you fight him. Your thighs grip around his upper leg that still rests between your knees and you almost maange to flip the two of you over. But he was much bigger and much stronger than you could manage. With a deep laugh, he grips your wrists tighter above your head and squeezes to let you know who is in charge. With his free hand, he reaches into his back pocket and gets the zip ties.

How the fuck did he get zip ties?

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you hiss as he dangles them in front of your eyes.

“I just can’t trust you right now,” Jack tsks in the tone of a pouting child. The black zip ties feel awful against your wrists (they also feel good) - and he’d secured them so tightly. He playfully watches you attempt to break free from them, and when it proves futile, he laughs. Jack then allows his hands to take free roam of your body while you begin to protest him less and less. “I know you don’t have any spare clothes,” he hums thoughtfully before his fingers waltz down to the hem of your shirt. “Luckily, I have some left over. You won’t be needing any of this,” he cackles as his sharp claws make waste of the fabric.

You feel yourself growing weaker and weaker under his grasp but still curse at him more than what you deem possible. Jack seemed to eat up your insults. “You’re fucking sick,” you spit as he eyes your bra hungrily. “A sick fucking pervert.”

“You stayed the night, Sweetheart,” Jack grins wickedly. “I’m only taking claim of what’s now mine,” he says before delicately tracing the cups of your bra. He likes the design. Dark blue with light colored polka dots. An interesting choice. Without wasting any more time, his claws cut through the fabric too - no use in unclasping while your hands are bound. “How beautiful,” he giggles. “How lovely. I could hardly tell when you were using those bags you call clothes,” he teases, making your knees clamp around his knee once more, making Jack break again and laugh.

You bite your tongue and try to avert your gaze from him, not wanting him to see that you’re flushed due to the intimacy and that your body and you yourself are growing keen to the situation you have found yourself in. “This is…”

“C’mon,” Jack breathes out as his fingers trail up your smooth flesh to your breasts. “You must’ve known something was up. A man doesn’t just ask a woman to stay the night. He’s got one thing on his mind if she isn’t family or a friend: he wants to fuck her.”

The harshness and pure lust that dripped from his tongue made your face heat up in response. Your gaze darts and bounces around before you finally settle on his hands that are now fondling your chest.

Jack’s hands travel to your pants. He takes in your scent again. You are intoxicating, so intoxicating.

“You’re gonna have to work for it,” you manage to hiss out, legs still clamped around his knee.

Jack’s expression falls. “You’re not in charge, I am.” And with that, he rips through your pants, leaving you naked before him.

You shiver slightly in response to the cool air, and of course, Jack has to see that and make note of it as well.

“Awh,” he coos as his nose gets closer and closer to your heat. “Are you cold? Do you want me to warm you up?” He murmurs in a sickening lust filled tone.

“You bastard-” you’re barely able to breathe out before you’re cut off by Jack dragging the flat of his long, black tongue from the bottom to the top, taking great joy in the arousal that was already present.

“What a naughty, naughty girl,” he teases before dragging his tongue again. “Already soaking,” he compliments. His thumb, careful of the sharpened claw, travels to your clit and begins to slowly massage it. He feels your legs shift. Jack hums as he does to, hsi tongue only playing with your lips. He was going to make you suffer before he stuffs you completely.

His teeth nip you every now and then, just to remind you who was really in charge as his tongue and lips press kisses to your lower lips. He doesn’t dare dip into your heat despite wanting to taste you in full.

You write in his grasp, trying to hold back any and all sounds of pleasure. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he’s doing to you.

It’s a shame really, he could make you see stars if only you’d let him.

He must have gone near half an hour with his head between your legs, still fully dressed. He was a man of great patience, and he’d been edging you for much longer and harder than he should have. He could see frustration dotting your face when he finally came back up to look at you.

You look a little more flushed than he remembers. It’s probably all the heat rushing to your face. He notices your hands are quite restless too, that and being tied up couldn’t be the most comfortable thing in the world.

“You look upset, why?” He asks before sucking on your clit. When you struggle to say anything, his teeth graze you ever so slightly. “Use your words, please,” he hums much like an authority figure would.

“Tongue fuck me,” you mumble in embarrassment, eyes darting anywhere but at Jack who is still nestled securely between your legs. You watch as Jack’s ears perk up.

“Say that again,” he prompts, his fingers taking over his tongue on your clit.

“Please,” you say softly “Tongue fuck me and please untie me.”

A sly grin crosses onto Jack’s face alongside yet another chuckle. He momentarily leaves your legs and crawls back up to be face to face with you. His index finger reaches up and his claw slashes through the zip ties.

You freely move your wrists, getting used to your newfound freedom.

“It’s only because you asked nicely,” Jack coos as his sockets bore into your eyes. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, pleasantly surprised that you don’t fight him like before. He then crawls back down your body to rest in between your legs, his clawed fingers parting your lower lips slightly before he dives his tongue in. He takes great joy in how you write beneath him as your thighs press harder against the side of his head.

He buries his tongue inside of you and curls it in places no human could ever reach. He has you seeing stars.

You buck your hips quite a few times and Jack’s hand reluctantly leaves your thighs to push your hips back down. As he tongue fucks you closer and closer to release, you become a little harder to control. He enjoys it though.

Jack hums absentmindedly as he does so, relishing in your taste. You are soaking wet and so, so close. All he has to do is push you off the edge.

He slithers his tongue out of you before rubbing your clit with his thumb, allowing you to take your mind off your pussy and to the assault your clit before your mind goes white hot in pleasure. Jack’s tongue darts so fast into your pussy that you almost yelp in response as he thrusts it back in and out, still humming like it was no big deal.

Your back arches and that’s all Jack needs to know to see you’re just about to cum. A few more rough flicks of his tongue and you’re creaming onto his face. Your hands grip the nest’s bedsheets and various blankets as he continues to carefully tongue fuck you through your orgasm. He grins as he laps up your sweetness, teasing you under his breath about the effect he has on you.

But he’s not done with you, not by a long shot.

You look up hazily while panting deeply as Jack’s tongue slowly leaves your pussy. The flat of his tongue slowly swipes up from bottom to top which makes you giggle, and he smiles against your skin. From there, he begins working on undoing his belt.

“Here,” you murmur softly, his ears once again perking up to catch your words.

“Hm? He hums in response as he cocks his head to the side, watching as you slowly sit up and stretch before your hands gently press onto his chest. You push off his dark brown coat and then trail down to his belt.

Your hands are soft and gentle as you work on freeing him, and within moments, you are tossing his belt to the side and unzipping him. You can see the tent in Jack’s pants, and you can already feel how delicious he’s going to feel inside of you.

Jack nods for you to lay back down when you shake your head ‘no.’ Interesting. Instead, your hands unzip him and you reach for his cock. Your eyes pop as you touch it - he was hot, much hotter than any man you’d previously been with.

“Come on, don’t keep me waiting,” Jack teases.

You roll your eyes playfully before finally fishing him from his pants, guiding him out with anticipation. You look up at him the entire time you do so, lust clouding your vision and burning through your soul as you do so, almost unaware of the monster you hold in your hands. When you finally look down, you feel heat rise to your face once more.

Jack smirks in response and tangles his fingers near your scalp, brushing you ever so slightly. He guides your lips down to meet the giant. He was big. No denying it. Had to be near nine inches, thich, veiny, with a girthy know he couldn’t wait to stuff inside of you.

You didn’t fight against him. Instead, you eagerly awaited him for your mouth.

Your lips are soft as they press the lightest of kisses to his tip. And just like that, you’re dragging the length of your tongue up and down his cock and listening to him growl in anticipation. When you know you’ve got him where you want him, you take him in your mouth.

Jack’s claws keep steady in your hair as you bob your head. Your lips couldn’t reach his know, and to be completely fair, he wasn’t expecting you to be able to take all of him orally, but he loves what you can do. Your tongue swirls around his tip and shaft every time you come back up, and when Jack was acting up? You graze your teeth against him.

Before he knows it, you are looking up at him with the sweetest gaze, giving him your permission for him to use you. Jack passes you a look of affection before his other hand reaches up to caress your cheek, moaning out deeply as your tongue swirls on his tip, trying to coax his cum out.

Without any particular warning, he pushes your head down and brings you back up before working into face fucking you.

Your face goes dark as he uses you, making breathing damn near impossible. He begins muttering in some language you don’t know - they sound like praises - but he’s coming closer and closer to his edge.

In a mix of English and whatever language he was mumbling in, you can feel his praises get filthier and filthier. Though, Jack doesn’t want to finish in your mouth. Not this time.

“Back down, I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs deeply while looking at you with lust and… something you can’t quite name. It wasn’t animalistic, that’s for sure.

Jack expects for you to lay back and spread your legs for him but instead, he watches as you maneuver on all fours. Your face is burying into the blankets and your ass is just shy of his waist level despite you pushing up towards him.

You glance back at him and roll your eyes playfully before swaying your hips, attempting to entice him further.

Jack sees the slickness of your cunt and without any hesitation, takes your waist into his clawed hands and begins rubbing his cock with your slick. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs as he continues to rub his cock with your juices. “I’m going to destroy you.” And then he slips into that language you just can’t understand. “I’m going to knot you and you won’t be able to look at another man without begging for me to fill you up,” he says as his fingers lightly part your lips that were so tightly pressed together as he lines up with you.

Before he does so, he begins to shrug off his hoodie.

“Stop teasing me,” you say in a teasing tone, making Jack pause from taking off the rest of his clothes.

Jack verbally rolls his eyes before taking his hand out from under his hoodie before gripping your waist again. Without any warning, Jack shoves himself into your roughly, hilting himself to his knot before resting there and taking off the hoodie.

Your eyes roll up slightly as he thrust inside of you. The thickness he had wasn’t anything you were used to, and he stretched you open with absolutely no lead up and it made you see stars again.

“I can feel your wet cunt,” he says in passing as he throws his hoodie up and over his head. “Squeeze around me while you wait for me to fuck you,” he chuckles with a devilish grin. He feels your body’s eagerness for him to fuck you, and like such a good girl, you squeeze his cock making him breathe out with a smile. He feels you pulsing, he feels you growing hundred with the need the longer he stays dormant inside of you.

He sighs in ecstasy as he begins to slowly move himself out of you. When it was just the tip, he roughly slid back in, still refusing to knot. His ears twitch at the sound of you gasping for air as he really begins to fuck you. “And here you were calling me a pervert,” he muses as he begins to thrust into you with deep, long strokes, adoring the sounds that pour from your mouth. “But you like fucking me huh? You like it, you goddamn slut. You like being fucked by something that is no longer human,” he continues in that same dead language, nails digging into your soft flesh. “You’re gonna milk my cock and then you’re gonna do it again in the morning.”

Your eyebrows furrow, mouth slightly open, hair bouncing slightly with every thrust. Your face is so heated in response. This is something you know you shouldn’t be doing, but fuck was it good at keeping you around and interested.

As one of his clawed hands undug itself from your flesh to slide down your hip and caress your abdomen, his claws trace your skin and press into your clit once more. He thumbs you and leans over you as he does so, his other hand propping next to your head as he engulfs you with his size. He’s pounding into you now, still refusing to know. His tongue lazily swipes at your shoulder as his hips thrust into you at a damn near inhuman speed and strength, making you mumble incoherencies.

Your moans are music to his ears.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you feel like you can’t anymore, and I’m gonna fuck you until I’m the only man you’ll ever fucking think about,” he roughly sneers into your ears as he continues to pound his hips against you. “I’m going to fuck you until you tell me to stop, and even then? I might not stop.” He breathes deeply into your ear, his tongue tracing the shell as you pathetically move in tandem with him, his fingers digging into your clit and swirling.

He’s trying to get you to cum again.

You are trembling beneath him as his hips shatter you. You can feel his knot greet your lips, but still refuse to enter as Jack growls deeply into your ear. Your legs clamp together as his hand roughly fingers your pearl.

He’s so intoxicating, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

“Cum on my cock,” he hisses harshly, still fucking you to orgasm.

And just like that, he got his wish.

You squeeze shut your beautiful eyes before tightening your thighs together. An immediate waterfall gushes from between your legs, filling the air with something sweet and slightly bitter.

Jack laughs as he pulls out from your pussy, watching as the liquids continue to gush out. “What a cutie,” he teases as he lovingly licks your cheek. “Turn over. I wanna see your face when I knot you,” he grins, nodding for you to lay back on the side of the twin mattresses that was not turned into an ocean.

On hellied legs, you slowly wobble and hum as his finger traces your slit before falling back to the side of the mattresses that isn’t soaked. Your eyes meet his gaze and you slowly spread your legs as he looms over you. You catalog everything about him. In your eyes, he looks so animalistic, and so human all at the same time.

Without his jacket or his hoodie, you’re able to see the scars that decorate his body. He’s so dark, and the cuts and jagged lines that dash across his form are so light in contrast. He’s still lacking eyes - so how is it that he looks at you with such love?

That stupid smirk is looking at you again and you’re tearing your gaze off it to see the head of his cock weeping with precum.

Jack whistles down at you, his hand resting on your knee. “You knew this was coming, Sweetheart,” he hums as he leans forward, hands placing themselves on both sides of you. His grin grew as he saw your face heat up once more.

Jack feels your legs shift followed by a slight weight on his lower waist, He makes a noise of approval as your ankles lock before he glances down to where your bodies are soon going to be connected again. “Let me know if I hurt you at any point,” he whispers softly in your ear as his slightly pointed tip prods at your entrance.

You find yourself almost taken aback by his sudden kindness - he was so domineering but so soft? Your trail of thought is almost entirely derailed as he pushes his cock in and past your puffy, swollen lips as you listen to him hiss at the new angle.

It’s intimate - neither of you can deny that.

Jack watches your expressions from the corner of his gaze as he slowly begins to pump in and out of you, working you to that breakneck pace once more. He watches as your eyebrows furrow as he picks up the pace, fucking you in your entirety. He feels your legs tighten around his waist and watches as your eyebrows furrow once more and knit together in pleasure.

You begin to pant as he does so, walls pulsing deliciously around him as his hips meet yours in thick, meaty thrusts. You feel his cock slide deeper and deeper with every thrust, pushing you to new limits.

Your moans are, once again, music to his ears as he fucks you senseless. Your hands wantonly claw at his back and brush against his sensitive flesh. Swears and curses escape your lips every now and then and that makes him blush.

“You are taking me so, so well,” he harshly compliments through pants as he lowers himself onto his forearms, his hips continuously snapping forward. “It’s almost as if your cunt was made for me. I wonder if you can take my knot as well?” He mumbles as his knot kisses your bruised lips once again. “I don’t care what you say, I’m gonna make you take it.”

“Fuck!” Jack swore under his breath as your walls vice gripped him. “You’re gonna take my knot and you’re gonna like it,” he mumbles into your neck as he kisses and nips at it. He hisses again when you rake your nails across and down his back. His ears fall back in pleasure and close to his scalp as you moan louder. The sound of your pussy gobbling him up has him weak at the knees.

“You’re getting close again, aren’t you?” He questions as he nips at your neck, threatening to bite in the longer you hesitate in answering.

You’re admittedly pretty tongue tied at the moment. “I-!” You’re cut off but his hips slapping forward making you choke and gasp for air. “I am-,” you breathe out through your moans.

“Perfect,” Jack chuckles as he slowly inches his way out. He watches your face carefully as he pulls out, his gaze trained on yours as his forearms push up so he can see you better.

Confusion etches itself on your face. “What?”

“I just wanna see your face,” he answers as his tip rubs against your entrance. He licks your cheek playfully once more before slowly, and deliciously dragging his cock back in, his knot just barely meeting your lips. “This might hurt,” he murmurs gently as he picks his hips back up once more before thrusting back in, much more forcefully, his thick, large knot finally breaching your pussy.

Your eyes widen as his girthy knot pushes inside of you, your legs instinctively tightening around his hips. Your hand leaves his back to grip onto his bicep. Luckily for you, Jack doesn’t mind. You wince as he wiggles in the rest of his knot into your pussy as it swallows him whole, the entirety of his knot being buried inside of you, making it hard for you to breathe. You feel so full and stuffed!

Jack is a little surprised by how strong your grip is! He’s almost completely smitten with it when he finally looks down to see tears welling in your eyes. He can tell it’s a mixture of both paini, from being stressed immensely, and pleasure in a way only pain could bring. It’s ecstasy. Jack leans down gently and begins to kiss your tears away, careful to not pull where the two of you are connected all the while restraining himself to what he doesn’t believe is bearable.

“You feel so divine,” he murmurs livingly before licking away another tear. “Just relax, let me do the work,” he continues. He feels your lips on his and he smiles, taking that as the green light to rock into you. Unfortunately, he would not be able to completely destroy you like he did prior to knotting you simply because of the knot.

Now, Jack takes the time to be intimate. He lovingly relishes in the feeling of kissing you as he slowly and tantalizingly grinds his hips against you and lightly thrusts after every roll. It was a little difficult due to the connection, but it felt sweet. His hand went back between your legs to work your pearl as he continued to sweetly roll and thrust into you, thoroughly enjoying how your hips are shyly coming up to meet him.

“Come on,” he whispers softly through his kiss as he begins to thrust a little rougher. “Just a little more, cum on my cock again,” he urges as he breaks the kiss, licking your cheek. He’s swiping and thumbing your clit in ways that have you writhing beneath him.

Your legs tighten around his waist, urging him to press deeper inside of you.

Not one to deny a lady from what she wants, Jack backs up as far as his hips will let him and pounds back into you. He repeats the motion, making sure to roll every time he does so.

Your hands grasp at his back once more as he fucks you with reckless abandon, his name being the only thing to spill from your lips as he does so. You can’t believe he’s overloading you again, and your heart picks up in response. You kiss him once more, feeling his chapped, rough lips against your soft ones before he leaves and nips down the side of your face and back to your neck. He lightly bites down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for you to know he’s got a claim on you.

You look up at him as he mumbles in that same dead language against your skin. He’s so lost in you that it’s almost adorable. Your hand gently asks for his attention, and he gives it to you. You give him a look of nothing but lust and possibly love, and Jack’s lips are on yours again, thickly, warmly, with something deeper and much more passionate than anything you would have expected he was capable of. When he breaks away, panting, against your face, he makes you cry out in pleasure.

“I’m going to fill you,” Jack sneers through his panting, hips still thickly pounding into you. “I’m going to fill you for as long as I’m inside of you,” he mutters as his thrusts frow sloppy. Jack covers you entirely with his body as he roughly pants into your ear, so, so close to spilling.

Your walls begin to flutter around him, urging him to spill as he growls into you. You feel like you’re creaming rings around his dick, urging, no, begging him to bottom out inside of you. Your nails are leaving dark, jagged marks into the flesh of his back as he does so.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Jack finds himself going over the edge, his hips back as far as his knot will allow him before he buries himself deep, the tip pressing against your cervix as he releases himself inside of you. Hot, thick, sticky ropes of cum begin to flood into your needy cunt as lightly rocks himself inside of you, gritting his teeth as you tremble beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He continually growls out like a prayer as your fluttering walls coax more cum from him.

Your eyes roll upwards as the heat floods your cunt, making you squeeze your eyes shut and burying your face into his chest. You’re squeezing tightly around him, vice gripping him as he continues to relish in the feeling of your body holding him so tightly. You can barely think straight as his cock weeps more cum, threatening, and succeeding in filling you to your brim.

“Gods, you’re milking me,” he murmurs as he finally stops pumping you full of cum. “This… This is gonna take a while,” he says darkly in your ear.

“What?”

Jack nods down to where the two of you are still connected. “Gonna be a while.” He sighs, secures your legs to his waist, and then flips you over so you are resting on top of his chest. “Get comfortable.”

“How long..?”

“A while,” Jack awkwardly coughs. “It’s just uh, a knot thing, I guess?” He attempts to explain as you shift your hips deliciously, making him huff and his cock spurt more ropes of cum. He looks away in slight embarrassment. “You can sleep, if you want? Like I said, this is gonna be a while,” he finishes as his hand fishes around for a blanket as his other hand travels down your lower waist to finally cup your ass. He squeezes gently once he finally throws the blanket over the two of you.

“Or,” you say as you plant your hands firmly on his chest, gradually bringing yourself back up. “We can go again.”

Jack laughs. “And you called me a pervert.”

You lightly slap him and grind your hips slowly against him. “Shut up.”

#eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #nsft #creepypasta scenario #x reader #reader insert

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littlefireofhestia · 3 years

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hi! i'm sage and i was going through the "hestia devotee" tag and found a post of yours that said you were open for questions about her. i don't know how old that post is or if you're still taking questions, you can ignore this if you're not, but since i'm here i wanted to talk/ask about something.

i'm a baby witch (like the babiest of babies, almost a new born) and most of my experience is through reading and watching since i don't currently have time or resources to do any practice other than lighting incenses or candles or working with crystals. and i definitely don't know any form of divination, like tarot or pendulum, that would allow me to do actual deity work and properly communicate with them.

the thing is, i've researched deities from multiple pantheons multiple times, mostly out of curiosity, but the moment i came across a prayer to hestia my heart skipped a beat and i immediately felt a kind of comfort. it could have been nothing, but i still researched all i could about her and just. i've never felt this drawn to a deity before, much less felt a pull to actually worship one. but i feel very much that way about her.

i looked up ways to honour her and i'm genuinely shocked at how happy it's been making me. i'm finding joy in domestic activities i used to loathe, like washing the dishes or helping with house cleaning. i tried baking a cake all by myself for the first time and lit an orange candle for her while doing it. it turned out absolutely delicious, i discovered i actually really enjoy baking and even started my own cook notebook with some of my grandma's old recipes. i make a point to always tie my hair back when i'm doing something that makes me think of her or in her honour, like making tea or baking or making dinner for my family or cleaning, because i saw people talking about how she appreciates veiling but i don't know how to do it so i just tie my hair in a bun instead of putting on a scarf. and i used to hate tying my hair, but now i feel very good about it!

i've always struggled with feeling connected to religion and never really understood how that could bring peace to someone, but i haven't felt this grounded or loving towards my family and pets or in peace with myself as much as i have since i started doing things as acts of devotion to hestia.

now, on to the actual problem: i'm scared it's all in my head. i'm worried i'm not enough of a witch to worship a deity yet, since i'm still trying to learn ways of communication and can't directly ask her if she's with me. i'm scared that the little things i'm doing aren't enough and the comfort and faith i feel while doing them are my imagination and not actually her watching over me and appreciating my effort.

anyways, i'm really sorry for dumping these worries on you but i didn't see many hestia related blogs and i really needed to ask someone about this. is what i'm doing enough of a worship right now? do you have any tips on how to worship her better? thank you!

Hi Sage! I don’t know when you sent this ask so I’m sorry if it’s been a while since you sent it and my response is late. When I read this ask for the first time I nearly cried tears of joy. Before anything I do want to say that you’re doing amazing sweetie!

I’m always open to questions about Hestia.

First off, there is no prerequisite to worshipping deities. I am admittedly not a witch and worship the gods exclusively for religious reasons and not for witchcraft. I have not learned many divination methods yet (although I have used the very handy Greek Alphabet Oracle a few times) and my rituals are still relatively basic, mostly not even occurring on an altar. But I have felt Hestia. I have been in her presence. I have received dreams from other deities and signs. None of this is required to happen to believe in or worship the theoi, but I just want to assure you that beyond doing some research to figure out who you want to pray to and how to do prayer and ritual, there are no prerequisites to worship. My first prayer to Hestia was literally me throwing a scarf over my head and talking to her in the dark with a flashlight to represent a flame. No formal structure. Didn’t even know how to correctly hold my hands yet. And still she accepted me.

The vibe you get from Hestia is very much similar to my experience. I’ve been drawn to her for YEARS but didn’t know I could worship her. But she’s always felt like home and comfort and just right for me. I never ever had a reason why she was my favorite deity before becoming pagan. She just was. My connection to Hestia has been a fact for over a decade that I just didn’t know was religious until a year and a half ago. Me wondering if I could worship her is the reason why I started researching Hellenic Polytheism in the first place. She brought me to this faith and I am so thankful to her for that.

You finding joy in domestic activities you used to hate is something I’ve discovered through Hestia too, although it’s still a journey I’m early on due to depression and physical disability and having a lot of work to do on figuring out how to make things accessible for me. I’m excited to go further for and with Hestia.

I understand the thought about it being all in your head. I had those thoughts early in my practice too. Basically, belief is a process. It takes time to switch from whatever religious thought (or lack thereof) that you grew up with to polytheism and worshipping a variety of deities or even just one deity, and from there to truly believing in them. I’ve been practicing for a year and a half and it probably took me at least nine months to truly feel secure in my faith in the theoi. Research, pray, do ritual, devote acts to the gods, think about the gods, notice the influence of the theoi in your daily life, and gradually that belief will solidify. You may or may not receive signs, which may or may not speed this process up. I promise, if you want to believe in the gods, in Hestia, it just takes time.

Also on feeling that you aren’t doing enough, the video at the bottom of this post (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odhRRYqQo8Y) might help. And I promise: you are doing enough, you are enough, just as you are.

Now as for worship tips. You are honestly doing great so far. Thinking of her while doing household chores and tasks or dedicating those tasks for her is a great way to worship her. I’d also recommend checking out her Homeric and Orphic hymns, one translation of which can be found here, and a copy of the Homeric hymns can likely be found at a local bookstore or definitely through online ordering. The Homeric hymns can also start to teach you some stuff about prayer structure, but prayer doesn’t have to be formal. Sometimes I just sit and talk to Hestia, or to any of my other deities. Tell them about my day, thank them for things in my life or the world, and sometimes asking them for things (although I find that I ask for aid much more rarely than when I prayed as the Catholic I was raised to be). I also have perpetually in progress playlists I have made for my deities, and if I want to spend some non-ritual time just focusing on a deity I’ll put on their playlist and read something religious or talk in religious discords. I actually had my most profound spiritual experience with Hestia while doing this.

Last but not least, worshipping Hestia, or any other deity, is something you have your whole life ahead of you to do. Take it at your own pace. Faith is all about the journey. The destination is irrelevant. There is no deadline or leveling up system, no authority checking your progress. As I have experienced time and time again, the gods will very much meet you where you are. A few months ago I was in a deep depression and did not do any ritual for several months. When I finally did a ritual again, I felt Hestia’s warm hand on my shoulder, as if to say “I miss you, welcome home”. I promise, Hestia will always welcome you home.

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P.S. I know this ask is anonymous but Sage, feel free to message me with any additional questions about Hestia or worshipping deities in general. I’m here if you need any more help.

#hestia devotee #hestia worship #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan

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searchingwardrobes · 3 years

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Ivory Runs Red: 5/6

First off, massive thanks to the @cssns, my beta @demisexualemmaswan, and my artist @cocohook38. Cocohook created this amazing cover art, and she is working on something else too to go with this story. The rough sketch made my jaw drop, so I can’t wait for ya’ll to see it!

This part is going to be a little long, but I need to address something that I got multiple comments about. Just bear with me; this is the only way I can think to clear things up. I was really surprised to see that some people were angry at David and Mary Margaret for not doing anything to find Emma and/or "allowing" her relationship with Neal. Others simply expressed things along the lines of "I hope you explain what David and Mary Margaret did about all this." The reason this reaction surprised me so much is because I thought it was clear that they HAD done something. Why would the Golds need to get rid of police files if the Swans never reported Emma missing? Why would issues of the newspaper be missing from the library if Emma's disappearance wasn't reported on? Obviously, David and Mary Margaret did something! As for Neal, they had no idea Emma was seeing him. If you'll recall, in a previous chapter, Emma told Killian she had to sneak out at night to meet Neal. So that wasn't Snowing's fault either. Also, how would any of these characters know what David and Mary Margaret did or didn't do for their daughter? This is almost a hundred years later, and Emma's memories are dulled from being a ghost for so long. The only way I could spell out clearly how Snowing handled their daughter's disappearance would be some sort of convoluted info-dump, and I didn't want to destroy the tone and mood of the story to do that. But just so everyone knows: Yes, Emma's parents were devastated. They did everything in their power to find her, never giving up hope (which is so in character for them!). They died still believing she was either still out there or that crimes against her had gone unpunished. It broke their hearts. The Golds spread rumors that Emma was some kind of slut who ran away with a guy, and the people of Storybrooke overall thought the Swans had gone crazy. So there it is, that's the back story that I just couldn't figure out how to fit in the story, lol.

I'm not mad at the questions, to be clear. I was just surprised by them. I guess I blame the show for ruining these two as parents the last couple of seasons. Maybe that's why everyone jumped on them so fast. I was also honestly worried that ya'll would be upset with me for not addressing the topic, hence this long explanation! No one was rude by any means, so don't go trying to defend me from nonexistent trolls, lol! My feelings have NOT been hurt. I simply wanted to address the questions that were asked and the misplaced anger toward Snowing. (Not anger towards me - but fictional characters!)

Okay, now that I've cleared all THAT up, let's get on with the next chapter, shall we? And I'll go ahead and warn you: this is gonna hurt . . .

Summary: When ebony flashes gold, blood runs cold. When ivory runs red, you’ll be dead. Killian Jones had heard the old rhyme his entire life. Every child did in Storybrooke, Maine. They heard it whispered in the dark at sleepovers as children; taunted as a challenge as teenagers. Killian never believed it was actually true. Until that fateful night …

Rated M for graphic depictions of violence, abusive relationships, and major character death (I mean, it’s a ghost story ya’ll, people are dead. BUT I promise, there is a happy ending. Trust me? *peeks from around a corner*)

Length: 6 chapters, complete, updated every Friday

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

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Chapter Five: Run

“You’ve got to tell them what you saw - what you’ve learned,” Killian pleaded.

Graham shook his head, his curly hair falling in his eyes as he stared at the slender hands he clasped in his. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw sported far more facial hair than it normally did, and Killian didn’t have to ask if he’d slept in the past forty-eight hours.

“They won’t believe me.”

Killian’s jaw clenched in frustration. “But if I saw Emma, and you saw her, then maybe they’ll believe -”

“That Belle saw a ghost push Mike Gaston off the troll bridge? They’ll believe that? Really?” Graham let out a sarcastic, bitter laugh. “You really are just a naive kid if that’s what you're thinking.”

“But you’re a cop!”

“I’m still only nineteen! They’ll think we’re just over-imaginative teenagers.” Graham paused, reaching up with one hand to trace the curve of Belle’s cheek as she slept in her drug-induced prison. “That will land us in rooms just down the hall with our own IV full of an antipsychotic cocktail. How will I help her then?”

“You’ve fallen in love with her.” It wasn’t a question.

Graham sighed. “How could I not? And how could he -” He broke off, his blue eyes flashing. “I’m not sorry he’s dead. If I’d been there and saw him hurt her -”

“Shh, I wouldn’t say things like that. Not here.”

Killian’s gaze fell to the bruises around Belle’s neck, and he didn’t blame Graham at all. It terrified him to think what could have happened if Emma hadn’t shown up.

“History repeats itself,” he murmured under his breath.

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Killian had scarcely arrived at the bridge when headlights blinded him. He turned away, blinking, stumbling, refusing to be stopped.

“Emma! Emma!” he shouted. He tripped and dropped his flashlight. It broke as it hit the ground, rolling to the edge of the bridge. Now all he could see was ebony before him and radiant luminescence behind him.

His palms scraped against the asphalt as Liam hauled him to his feet. His brother gripped his upper arms so tightly it was almost painful, and he gave him a brief shake.

“You’ve got to stop this!”

Killian fought him. “I have to see her!”

Liam had always been broader than Killian with an unfair advantage in all their childhood tussles. Even now, Killian was no match for him as he lifted him bodily with one arm and hauled him over to his car.

“You need help!” Liam literally tossed him into the backseat.

“I’m not going home!” Killian tried to scramble out, but Liam just shoved him back inside.

“Good, because I’m not taking you home.”

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“Why won’t you be straight with us, kid?”

Killian glared at the detective with a cynical sneer. The psychiatrist on the cop’s left frowned at Killian’s attitude. The choice of words was cruel considering he was in a literal straightjacket. His vision of the two men was obscured by the long strands of dark hair before his eyes. Haircuts were apparently seen as a luxury on the psych ward.

“I’ve answered all your questions,” Killian finally told them wearily, “you just don’t like what I had to say.”

“Because we want the truth,” the psychiatrist, Dr. Archie Hopper, said gently. He was clearly playing the part of “good cop.” Or “good doctor.” Whatever.

“I told you the truth.”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Killian snorted a laugh. “Tell that to Mike Gaston.”

The detective’s voice took on a harsh, warning tone. “Mike Gaston was the victim of murder.”

“The victim!” Killian cried, his voice snapping up. “What about the bruises he put on Belle? Or the fact that I nearly died when he tied me to that bridge!”

The detective’s lips curled up in a lewd sneer as he lit a cigarette. “If some horny teenager likes it a bit rough, that’s none of my business.”

Killian fought his bonds, his jaw clenching at the detective’s insinuation. He was as bad as Neal Gold, maybe worse. He had to be pushing fifty at least, and a pot belly strained at his button up shirt. His eyes widened as Killian raged.

“Bothers you though, I see.” He leaned forward. “Nobody blames you for wanting her, kid. Nobody blames you for being jealous. But murder? That’s a different story.”

“I told you I had nothing to do with that!”

The detective glanced at Dr. Hopper, and the soft spoken psychiatrist took over. “Killian, start at the beginning for us. What did Belle say when she called you that night?”

“I’m telling you, she didn’t call me, she didn’t come to my house. I saw her early that afternoon at the library. That was it. Then my brother got a phone call that there had been an accident, and we came to the hospital.”

“You and Belle were at the library together a lot,” Hopper said softly, “what did you two do there?”

Killian rolled his eyes. He hated the patronizing way the man asked the question. “We studied. Did our homework. We were friends.”

The detective snorted again, and Killian wanted to scream. “Drop the act, kid. You really expect us to believe that you spent all that time with her, all that time with a hot chick, and you never fucked her?”

Dr. Hopper recoiled at the foul language, and Killian thought his own jaw might actually break.

“You’re just as much a misogynistic, narrow-minded, neanderthal as Mike Gaston.”

The detective grinned and slapped Dr. Hopper on the knee. “You were right, shrink, this kid’s smart.” He took another puff of his cigarette as he eyed Killian. “Smart enough to plan an elaborate murder with your knocked-up girlfriend?”

“That’s the most ridiculous - wait - did you say knocked up?”

“Hm,” the detective mused, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his five o’clock shadow. “You didn’t know?”

Killian was horrified when a laugh slipped past his lips. Another bitter laugh followed, then another, until before he knew it, he was shaking with them. He was laughing hysterically while wearing a straightjacket. That thought made him laugh even more, and if he didn’t seem like a lunatic before, he sure as hell did now.

“What the hell is so funny?” thundered the detective.

Killian’s laughter stopped abruptly and he leveled the man with an intense stare. “History repeating itself. That’s what’s so funny.”

A smile that he knew bordered on manic curled his lips. Yes, history had repeated itself, and this time, Emma Swan had won.

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They didn’t have enough to charge him, or Belle, or anyone else really with Gaston’s murder. It was officially declared an accident, and theoretically, Belle French and Killian Jones were free to move on.

Killian wouldn’t say it was easy for Belle. She had severe trauma from that terrifying night, and she ended up losing the baby because of it. Nevertheless, she had Dr. Hopper’s patient help, her father’s support, and Graham’s unwavering devotion. Soon, though it would be a long time before she was truly healed, she was able to go home.

Killian, on the other hand, didn’t really want to go home. For one, he, unlike Belle and Graham, refused to stop talking about Emma - refused to lie and say he made it up. He didn’t fault his friends for it; didn’t take it as a betrayal. He even understood their reasoning when they begged him to do the same and just play along, damn it. He simply couldn’t do it. Emma was too real, too precious. He knew her in a way they never would. He knew the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips. He wouldn’t - couldn’t - let that go.

The psych ward wasn��t so bad. The drugs numbed him to the point that he sailed on a sea of oblivion half the time. He’d stopped fighting, so there was no more straight jacket, no more bed straps.

And she came to him. Sometimes the drugs meant he wasn’t lucid enough to really carry on a conversation. On those nights, she curled up next to him on the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair and caressed his cheeks. She pressed kisses to his lips, and sometimes he could respond in kind.

Other times, though admittedly rare, they would talk. About everything and nothing at all. One night, they talked about their dreams for later, after high school, and suddenly Emma began to weep.

“I know,” he soothed, brushing her forehead with a kiss, “you fear you can never have that. But maybe we can figure it out. If we somehow get the truth out. About your murder -”

Emma silenced him with a finger to his lips. “That isn’t it, Killian. It’s you. I have no more tomorrows but you can.”

His brow furrowed, and she sighed and soothed the lines away with the pad of her thumb.

“But not if you keep holding onto me.”

His arms instinctively pulled her closer. “I’ll never let you go.”

She sighed, and sadness filled her eyes. She slipped out of his embrace and rose from the bed. Her skin grew white, her gown floated in an ethereal way at her feet. He frowned and scrambled to a sitting position.

“I have to say goodbye,” she told him. She said it with an edge of discovery in her voice. Her lips turned up in a soft smile even as a tear slipped down her cheek.

He shook his head and tried to reach for her, to leave the bed, but he had just enough drugs in his system to make his movements sluggish and ineffectual.

“I won’t let you see me again.”

“No, Emma, please! I love you!”

“And I love you. That’s why I have to do this.”

She was already fading away. Killian made a fist and slammed it into his thigh. Tears stung his eyes.

“Be happy,” she told him, “for me.”

Then she was gone.

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juliasjustanidiot · 3 years

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀 | cc!wilbur soot

the words of ray simmons - cc!wilbur soot x reader

synopsis: you, tommy, and your boyfriend wilbur were to identify the ghost and get out of there. however, some things went a bit off the rails.

tw: slight gore, character death, swearing, uhh horrific themes and a slight anxiety/panic attack.

word count: 3.2K

bonus: this has a lot of platonic mr. tommyinnit content :)

the shrilling sound of screaming from yourself and the young boy behind you rang in your ears as your heartbeat raced with such an intensity you swore your heart was going to combust. the two of you were running as fast as you could down the hallway of the second floor of a suburban home, rushing to get to the stairs and out the front door.

“i can’t die now, i have wives to please!” tommy shouted from behind you, a figure chasing the two of you. you didn’t dare turn around and face it.

“it’s ok, tommy! i have jesus!” you said pulling out a crucifix from your pocket, sticking it in front of you as you ran. the flashlights you two were holding flickered, telling you the ghost was still chasing you relentlessly.

“why didn’t you place it earlier?!” tommy shouted at you as the two of you ran. “you could’ve prevented this thing from hunting us in the first place!”

“i’m sorry, tommy! i didn’t realize that this was all my fault!” you shouted back sarcastically.

“wilbur! wilbur!” tommy called as you both ran around the kitchen with the ghost still chasing you. it was no use, wilbur wouldn’t be able to hear him. at least not until the ghost gave up and the hunt ended. then the radios would begin to work again with the ghost not blocking the frequencies any longer.

this was only tommy’s third ghost hunt and his first time being hunted. to say he was panicking was an understatement.

as your boyfriend sat perfectly safe in the van, you and tommy were forced to run like mad lads around a living room with every exit locked.

you turned the corner finding yourselves in a hallway with doors. you two quickly got to the furthest room and opened it, hurrying in.

shutting the door behind you, you held it closed with your body weight while tommy breathed heavily, shaken up.

a few minutes passed with the two of you like this when finally your flashlights came back on normally and your heartbeat began to normalize, the adrenaline leaving your body.

tommy stopped, flicked the switch on the wall, and turned on the light in what seemed to be a child’s bedroom. a sigh released from his lips, “the wives will be pleased.”

as you let out a small laugh, you could hear over your walky-talky the voice of your boyfriend, wilbur soot from the van. “y/n? tommy? are you guys good?” he asked.

“we’re fine. this thing will hunt in groups, apparently. it doesn’t target specific people it seems.” you informed him, letting him know that the creature was in fact dangerous.

you and tommy exited the room, making your way outside, heading back to find wilbur.

wilbur clicked his tongue. “yeah, as soon as you guys entered the room of the ghost, ghost activity spiked.” he mentioned. “during the hunt, ghost activity went off the charts.”

“yeah, that’s what happens during hunts, wil.” tommy said, matter-of-factly as if he knew so much about ghost hunting and yet he was still a newbie.

“shut up, dickhead.” wilbur responded, a small giggle released from your mouth. you shook your head with a soft smile. there was the brotherly bickering between the two that everyone knew and loved.

“how’s our sanity looking, wil?” you said as you headed out the door of the haunted house, tommy behind you. you decided it was best to get back on track if you wanted to get this job done as soon as possible.

“sanity is looking fine for right now, tommy’s is a little lower than yours, love. which explains a lot, really,” he said, egging tommy on.

tommy was quick to respond as soon as you two entered the van. “oh shut up, you big fuckin-“

you turned around to stare at tommy with a small glare. he closed his mouth slowly, taking the hint.

wilbur passed the two of you, walking to the equipment, picking up an emf reader. “i’ll go in with the emf. it’s the upstairs bathroom, right?”

you nodded in confirmation. “right. be careful, wil. this thing is vicious.” he nodded, putting on a headcam similar to the one you were wearing so anyone could watch from the van.

“actually, tommy, why don’t you stay here? i’ll go with wil to place down the book so we can check for ghost writing.” you suggested, turning your head to look at the blonde-haired teen.

“what? why?” he protested. “i can go too!” he spread his arms, looking at you like a child that had just been rejected- which was exactly what he was. “i’m a big man, y/n! tell them wil!” he looked to wilbur expectantly.

wilbur turned to him, looking him up and down, wrinkling up his nose and shaking his head. “no.”

pointing to a monitor on the wall, you showed tommy his sanity percentage projecting on the large screen. “your sanity is gonna drop every second you step foot in there. mine’s a little higher than yours. it only makes sense that i go in before you so that you don’t lose too much. plus, this is still only your second time doing this. something could easily go wrong.”

“third.”

“plus,” wilbur chimed in, stopping for a moment. “we wouldn’t want the wives to be upset if we lost you.” you turned, grabbing the journal from one of the supply shelves and let out a small laugh. he put an around arm your shoulder, leaning some of his weight onto you.

“pft, yeah. exactly.” you agreed, lifting your head to flash wilbur a smile. he looked to you and gave you a similar one, his brown eyes staring into your own.

tommy watched from where he stood as the two of you did your weird “couple thing” while you both made fun of the boy. his eyes narrowed and his whole face scrunched as he let out a groan. “uuugggh. you two are disgusting!”

“oh, tommy.” wilbur sighed. “still so much to learn.” he released you and exited the van with you following him.

“we’d better get this job done quickly. this ghost is only going to get angrier.” you mentioned, finally getting back to business.

“yeah, well, tell that to the innit man himself. he’s the one who kept getting sidetracked.” wilbur mumbled as you entered the family home’s entrance, turning on your flashlights so you could see where you were going.

“wil, don’t bully the kid, he’s still getting a hang of things. and it isn’t just him that’s getting sidetracked.”

“wilbur? y/n? wilbuuuur.” as if on cue, the voice of a teenager rang through your ears on your walkie-talkies.

with a groan, wilbur grabbed the small device and clicked it on. “what, child?”

“the ghost’s name is ray simmons,” he said loudly, making your ears hurt.

“jesus, tommy, back up from the microphone,” you complained, turning the corner and heading up the stairs of the home.

“is this good?” his voice was only louder making your ears hurt even more. you’ve never wanted to hit a child more than now.

“alright, bye tommy.” you grumbled and shut off your device. “how did you meet this kid again?” you asked wilbur who was trailing behind you. he only let out a chuckle after shrugging.

with a roll of your eyes, you opened the door of the ghost infested bathroom and placed the book on the sink. you waited for wilbur to scan the room for emf, letting him check everything.

“oh, here,” he said as he just remembered something, “look for fingerprints or something with the uv light.” he tossed the uv flashlight to you. you caught it swiftly and clicked it on, shutting off the lights in the room. you started with the door, finding nothing there. you then surveyed the rest of the room, again, finding nothing.

“nothing with the uv. let’s get out of the room for a bit and check the cams. then we can come back and look for writing.” you suggested as wilbur pocketed the emf reader.

tommy and yourself had already set up a camera in the corner of the bathroom to look for a ghost orb and checked for freezing temperatures upon your first time entering the room. you already knew it was freezing the minute you walked into the room, it literally felt like a freezer. but it didn't hurt to check and you were correct. the room was in fact below freezing.

“actually, i think we have our answer for ghost writing.” wilbur pointed to the book with his flashlight from where he stood, illuminating it, and revealing some odd drawings.

“well, quite the artist this one,” you muttered, staring at the strange demonic drawings. wilbur came up from behind you, getting a closer observation of the obscure drawings.

“we’ve got ghost writing, fingerprints. all we need is one more piece of evidence and we’ve got our ghost,” he said, moving to the door to exit. “let’s head back to the van and watch the cams.” with a nod, you followed him out, closing the door behind you two.

entering the van, you noticed something wrong.

“wilbur?” you called, turning your head to see wilbur still walking back.

“yeah?” he looked up to you.

“where the hell is tommy?”

“shit.” wilbur cursed under his breath, observing the inside of the van to find no sight of the teenager. picking up his communication device, he quickly clicked it on. “tommy?” he called.

after a few seconds, you finally got a response. “hi, wilbur!” the boy said, a bit of static also playing through the device.

“tommy? where the fuck are you?”

“i’m ghost hunting, wil!” he shouted into the comms.

you went into the computer and clicked the mouse to watch the camera you had set up in the room.

“no ghost orb.” you told wil. you watched as tommy entered the bathroom on the monitor. “tommy, get your ass out here.” you grabbed the walky-talky from wil’s hand and put it up to your own mouth.

“no can do, y/n! i’m talking to ray simmons currently.” he said to you.

“don’t say it’s name-“

“ray says to leave me alone. we’re talking!” if him and the ghost are talking, that could only mean that tommy was using the spirit box or the ouija board.

“fuck.” you thrusted the walky-talky into wilbur’s chest and walked over to the supply shelves picking up some sanity pills. you popped them into your mouth and swallowed them. stuffing some more into your pocket, you gathered a smudge stick and lighter in case things got a bit out of hand.

“y/n, what are you doing?” wilbur asked as he watched you equip all of your things. he stared at you with a curious look.

“i’m getting our wifehaver.” quickly, you turned on your heel and sped to the house.

“be careful, love!” he shouted to you, worried for your safety. however, he trusted you. you both had been in this job for a while. you knew what you were doing.

storming into the house, you quickly ran up the stairs to the ghost room and opened the door with great force. you found tommy sitting in the tub with the spirit box in hand.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you shouted at tommy, quickly grabbing the box from his hand.

tommy looked up to you, looking confused as hell. “what? i’m talking to ray simmons!” speedily, you clasped a hand over his mouth.

“don’t say the ghost’s name, idiot.” grabbing him by his arm, you pulled him up by his feet and made a beeline to the door. you shoved the sanity pills into his hand, forcing him to take them. “what did it say to you?” you asked, aggravated. he was so stupid, going in alone like that. he could’ve died.

“turns out mr. simmons is quite old! he was also telling me the letter ‘e’ quite often for some reason.”

lifting your walky-talky, you called for wilbur. “yeah?” you heard wil’s soft voice from your end.

“tommy managed to get our last piece of evidence. spirit box. it’s a demon.” you told him, making your way down the steps, tommy tagging along.

“if it’s a demon, it can start hunting at any moment. get out of there, now.” wilbur suggested. you of course already knew that. you didn’t want to stick around any longer than you had to. demons were always very aggressive.

“anything else that it said to you, tommy?” you asked him out of curiosity. as you got close to your escape, you felt a sense of relief. you now had all your evidence. the three of you could pack up and take your pay, and head home. the exterminators could do the rest.

“i think he said the word “ill”.” he shrugged it off. “or maybe it was “kill”? ray is a bit mental, aye?” immediately, you turned your head to tommy with a very troubled expression.

“what?”

as soon as the word had left your mouth, the door in front of you slammed shut. you let go of tommy and ran over to it, trying to open it with all your might.

“oh fuckin’ shitting hell.” you cursed aggressively. you grabbed tommy and pulled him next to you, keeping a protective stance with him behind you.

“wilbur?” you talked into your comms, seeing if you could get a hold of him at all. “wilbur?”

“y/n?” you could hardly make out due to the large amount of static and blockage in your communication. “get- there- now. huntin-“ you couldn’t understand him, but you knew he was telling you to get the hell out of there and you were definitely trying.

tommy shook your arm from behind you, confused and freaking out. “uhhmmm, y/n? y/n? what’s happened?”

“it’s hunting, tommy. you kept saying it’s name and now it’s angry.” you grumbled.

“yeah? well ray’s a pussy.” he argued.

“tommy, if you don’t shut the fuck-“

“aaaahhh!” tommy shouted, pointing in front of you. directing your gaze to the direction that tommy pointed in, your eyes widened at the thing you now were looking at. the adrenaline you had pent up earlier from the chase before now came rushing back.

there in front of you stood a tall man with his face completely drained of color and eyes that were so empty they sent a chill down your spine. his left arm was missing with a hunk of bone sticking out of his flesh and his clothes were completely torn up.

you grabbed tommy, shoved him in front of you and started bolting as the thing chased you.

“dammit, run, tommy!” sprinting, you two made a run for it through the kitchen, and into the dining area, circling around that area a couple times.

“leave us alone, bitch!” tommy shouted to the demon as he started running for the garage.

“tommy! no!” you cried to him, trying to stop him by grabbing his arm, but he was already entering the garage.

unfortunately, before you could warn tommy, the demon detected him and chased him in there where he would be completely cornered.

darting to the garage door, you grabbed the smudge stick and prepared to light it with the lighter you had taken in with you.

peeking in, you saw tommy in the far corner of the garage, there was no way he could escape from the demon in time to make it out alive. you had to do something and fast.

you motioned to light the smudge stick and jump in to save tommy, but with all the pressure and anxiety you were feeling, your hands fumbled and the lighter fell from your hands.

“fuck!” you hissed, picking it up swiftly.

an alarming scream hit your ears, forcing you to turn and look. you wish you hadn’t.

“shit, tommy!” you roared, rushing in no matter what danger there was.

entering the garage, you didn’t see the demon in sight. it seemed to have gone elsewhere, deciding it had done its job.

in the corner of the garage sat tommy, motionless and limp.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, repeated in your head as you ran over to his body, dropping the stick and lighter on the ground to touch tommy, trying to shake him awake. “tommy, come on.” you cried out as if he could hear you.

you heard rapid footsteps making their way towards you. grabbing the smudge stick and lighter, you flicked the lighter on, prepared.

bursting in was your boyfriend wilbur, out of breath and panting, searching for you. “y/n! i saw it on your headcam! what’s-“

once he caught sight of you, he let out a deep exhale and stopped in the middle of his sentence. but he could sense something was wrong. “y/n.” he breathed your name, walking over to you as you relaxed with the smudge stick and lighter.

“tommy. he’s-“ you fell apart, breaking into a state of just absolute panic and anxiety. shaking all over, your breathing was all over the place. you grabbed at your hair, tugging slightly to feel pressure on your skull. “fuck. he was- the demon- he’s dead.” you cried out.

wilbur grabbed your wrists tightly, forcing you to let go of your hair. “oh, love.” he sighed, pulling your body to him, placing your hands around his neck and burying your face in his chest while he buried his own into your hair, breathing in your scent.

the two of you stayed like this, your eyes never leaving tommy’s cold body. wilbur took notice of this and finally pulled away, grabbing your face, opting you to stare into his eyes. “hey. you’re ok. you did everything you could.” he told you, trying to reassure you. “you’re ok. yeah?”

you nodded your head, letting out a few shaky breaths. the both of you stood up and headed for the door.

“let’s get out of here.” wilbur put an around you, rubbing your shoulder gently, calming you down slowly.

entering the van, you both sighed. after that job, you knew things would be a bit different now. you would have to be more careful next time you took tommy ghost hunting.

“well, at least it was tommy and not you.” wilbur said with optimism. you turned to him giving him a small smile.

“yeah, but now he’s going to hold a grudge against me and try and get me killed all of next round.” you grumbled.

clicking a few keys on your keyboard, you marked the ghost type as a demon and started up the van, making your way back to the lobby.

there in the lobby, stood tommy’s character. immediately as he saw you two, he unmuted on discord and started shouting and cursing both of you out.

“you two are so fucking disgusting! while i died you two were doing your couple shit and making out through the game and all that disgusting shit!” he blasted into his microphone. “while my chat went ‘aww so cute!’ i was laying there dead and couldn’t do anything about it, you dickheads!”

you and wilbur couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “oh, tommy. we love playing phasmophobia with you too.”

(bonus) tommy’s pov:

as tommy watched in his ghostly form, y/n and wilbur’s characters stared at each, their heads completely inside each other’s, causing the game to combine them. with a disgusted tone, he huffed. “you motherfuckers.”

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edited by @faithajo24.

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