#welcome to our hellhole bitches

[bl00donmyceiling]

Been on tumblr since 2014 and now I have a new account made especially for twitters downfall

Fuck Elon Musk ill be posting my silly little art here again

[nqify]

hi hi, i'm liking your stuff, and welcome to the quaritch hellhole!

he's a certified sadist here, and smth tells me you'd be the perfect person to elaborate on his humiliation kink. pls do! ty :):):)

hi!! omg thank u SOSOS much!! ur WRITING IS MWAH SO GOOD!! i know I’ve already posted but I needed to write this!! like my god, this request got me thinking THINGS!!! Love im sorry if it’s short PLS FORGIVE ME!!!

humiliation kink. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. girl. read the title.

note. if you don’t like getting made fun of by our boyfriend, this ain’t for u baby!!

oh he’s a sadist alright!! he loves and I mean he loves causing you pain (with pleasure ofc) choking, spanking, tying up, you name it!! this fucker has got it under his belt!!

due to his sadist ways, miles loves humiliating you!! especially with his words cuz duh?? he’s a certified dirty talker.

this guy is huge right? like hung for sure. you’d try taking his cock while ur riding him. His hands would be grabbing the sides of your thighs and smirking up at you. You’d be struggling ofc, barely fitting all of him in and this fucker is like, “can’t even take my cock?, such a stupid baby” and youd be here for it. “what a fucking nasty bitch you are, you like me calling you stupid?? you’re that much of a slut huh?” girl u r drooling.

at this point your done trying to fit him all in and give up. this guy picks you up and slams you down on the bed, “you’re such a fucking slut that you’re making daddy do all the work, you can’t do shit by yourself can you?? Cant get off without daddy huh?” and you’d just nod over and over again.

AND BC miles loves loves you being vocal, he would go CRAZY when u answer back, “who’s my stupid little baby, huh?” and you’d whine, “m-me, I am!!”

or when u don’t answer back, your just a mumbling mess, drool leaving the corners of your mouth while ur lips become all puffy and pink. he’d just laugh in your face, “can’t even say a single word?? this dick too good baby?? making you all stupid in the head??” Yes it is daddy.

mirror sex y’all. god this man will use his humiliation kink to his advantage. He’d have you doggy style, ass up in the air while ur head is getting shoved into the ground. He’d noticed the mirror in front of you two. HE GETTING IDEAS!!

Miles would grab the roots of your hair and push your body up to where your back is now touching his chest. “Look baby”, he’d point to the mirror, “look at the mess you made” specifically talking about the ring of cum around his cockGIRL!

you’d roll your eyes back at the pure pleasure, leaning the back of your head on his shoulder. uh uh girl he wants u LOOKING TOO!! he’d grab your cheeks and pull u from his shoulder, “want you to look at how much of a dirty slut u are” u fluttering around him for sure

Miles would notice, “fuck u like that??” dude is laughing at you. Your not saying anything, just moaning and whining, grinding against his dick. “My stupid sluts tryna cum?? that’s all you do right? just cum over and over again, just for me?? for daddy right??” your nodding. “I want you to say it, say your daddy’s slut little cum slut, c’mon be a good girl” girl u r shaking.“I-I’m d-daddy’s l-little cum slut ah!!

would use his humiliation kink in public FOR SURE!!! let’s just say both your friends are over and he’d pull you aside, saying he needs to tell you smth. that smth was his dick girl.

Your back now arching off the walls in the hallway, so close yet so far from your friends. His hand would be covering your mouth, blocking any of ur little whines. He’d keep you close, practically hugging u at this point.

”f-fuck baby, you like getting fucked when ur friends could catch us at any moment mm?”. that def hit a spot. “Yeah mama? ur so dirty ain’t you? you want them to catch you being such a slut for me, isn’t that right?” U R NODDING YES YESYES!!

he’d cum right inside you and make u not clean it so you feel more humiliated. Your friends def knew what was going on by the messy hair and puffy lips - but trying to cover up the fact that u have his load still in you?? have fun girl.

he’d come up from behind you and whisper, “ur dripping some mama, don’t you want my cum in you??” He mocks you. UR EMBARRASSED!!! “such a fucking dirty slut..” girl u r crying at this point!! He is coming for you, “my little dirty slut isn’t that right pretty?” only for u daddy MWAH

requests are wide open baby!!!

[khaleesiofalicante]

Me: time to do important applications

My brain: or……… You can go on Tumblr.

While I’m here, how about some life updates:

I have a few job interviews coming up, and no matter how many times I do these, nerves are so fucking real.

Also, whoever developed the idea that my best friend and I had to go to meetings that last from 12 to 3 with like really short breaks, and then there was one that lasted from 12 to 6, in order for us to keep our college scholarships because fucking capitalism should burn. i’m just happy she’s there, because we text each other and gossip about the really annoying people at the meeting. Like that one girl that keeps interrupting me.

I went on a date like two weeks ago with a real life girl. Crazy I know, my love life has been nonexistent for months. And crazily enough, after the date, she still wanted to speak to me. She’s really sweet though, and we may or may not have stayed up a few times till 4 AM just talking and no matter what happens, it has 100% been really nice to get to know her. My friends seem to like her though so that’s a plus. We are absolute dorks with each other and it’s just a vibe.

My vacation was also very nice. We stayed at this little condo by the beach because my friends uncle has money. And it was lovely, it had a nice balcony where you could hear the ocean below. Plus I just got to sit around and do nothing but gossip with my friend and watch random YouTube videos with her. Plus gossip with her mom who is one of the funniest women I’ve ever met in my life.

I’m also trying to get back into reading which has been nice. I’m trying to get through this book of short stories about various meet cutes.

I think that’s about all the stuff going on in my life. Have you been surviving the difficult January? Did those people end up crossing those boundaries that you set continuously? if the answer is yes, drop their location, I will have to “take care of some… Business.“ Preferably with the use of sharp objects.

Song rec: this used to be one of my favorite songs when I was younger. https://music.apple.com/us/album/hoja-en-blanco/27064339?i=27064315

OKAY WAIT BUT THIS IS A LOT TO PROCESS GIMME A SECOND OMG.

Interviews are the fucking worst. I hate them too. But also as someone who conducts interviews, remember being confident is literally the most important part. And you are a confident badass bitch. You got this.

Also adulthood is literally attending super long mandatory meetings that shouldn't exist. Welcome to the hellhole :)

ALSO WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A DATE. Also screaming at you saying "real life girl" and clarifying it lmao so valid. People you can easily talk to, feel comfortable around, and make you laugh are the best kind of people. I like her already.

I'm so so so glad you got to go on vacay. I wish we can eternally be on vacay and not work smh. I haven't read anything yet. I'm hoping to read at least a couple of books a month so send me your motivation I need it!

January has been okay. I just keep focusing on my tasks and getting them done as usual. But I'm kinda tired and it's ridiculous because it's like only mid January???? As for the people who kept crossing boundaries and overworking me, I'm actually quitting. My contracts (yes i have three contracts with them that's how much work i do for this one fucking client) end in March and I'm gonna ask them not to renew them because I'm so tired of their bullshit. I might keep one of them because I genuinely enjoy that project but let's see if they let me keep it hehe.

And the song rec was a vibe. Here is a song i listened to a lot as a kid and I still do. It's an Arabic song and just an absolute bop.

[hollowflay]

𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗘𝗟 , 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗘𝗟 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥 . This is  an  rp  blog  for 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐘 formerly  of  𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟  𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠  and  now  flung  into  whatever  hellhole  i’ve  cast  her  into as an ORIGINAL CHARACTER . verses  in  progress  .

HEAVILY LINKED LOREWISE WITH MY PERSONAL BILLY (  @mtvatlas​  )

➤ 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 : Self-Loathing, Internalized Misogyny, Aggression as Defense, Determination To Thrive, Pyrrhic Victory, The Thing We Do To Survive, The Power of Music, Being Taken Over By Something Bigger That You Cannot Understand, The Unwanted Daughter, Being Treated Like An Ornament, The Dog Bites Back, Bad Guy Gets Their Just Desserts, Popular Girls, Queen Bee Behavior, Good Is Not Nice.

IMPORTANT LINKS

carrd  | memes | meta | headcanons | pinterest | playlist

Cheer Squad: @cunninghamtm​ , @mhunster​ , @cliqbaits​

IMPORTANT INFO

HEATHER FUCKING SUCKS — Heather has historically been a classic mean girl. She’s Heather Chandler but a brunette. She SUCKS. She’s the kinda of person who insults you “as a joke” then says you’re being “too sensitive” when you call her out on it. She’s entitled and petty and mean spirited. She also makes a lot of sex jokes n shit. Naturally post season 3 she um, has a bit of a change of heart but she’s still kinda of a bitch. Just you know, more of a lovable one.

HEATHER DOESN’T DATE — Or at least she has not historically. While Heather isn’t “naturally aroace” for lack of a better phrasing she is very sex/romance adverse at this point in her life. She spent her tween years watching her older sister be torn apart by an abusive relationship that no one helped her escape and in fact supported at times and the majority of her social group since like, middle school have been untrustworthy as per popular mean girl traditions. She also barely escaped the worst of a grooming situation with her piano teacher in middle school. So the emotional/physical vulnerability of romance, sex and even just genuine platonic interaction can be very scary to her. She will mask it with aggression and making it seem like no one in Hawkins is good enough for her but she distinctly avoids romantic situations and reacts EXTREMELY negatively to them.

Characters are welcome to assume she’s doing all the normal teen stuff they are or believe whatever rumors about her getting with someone that are flying around ( bc you know they exist ) but that’s gonna be a misconception on their end. How much people notice of this behavior is really up to you and how close/perceptive they are. This doesn’t mean shipping is off the table for her, just that it’ll require more than the usual amount of plotting and time to get there. She’s shipping nightmare mode and slow burn only.

Heather and Billy are Kind of A Hivemind — this really only applies to my depiction of Heather in conjunction with my depiction of Billy ( @mtvatlas​ ) for the sake of other people’s vibes. But the idea here is that they survived the flaying because once the gate was shut the secondary nervous system or whatever the Mindflayer was using to control them went dormant which freed them from its control. They’re only a hivemind, like all the flayed are to an extent, when the gate is open/the MF/Vecna is Up To Something. If other’s are interested in playing around with this idea in our rp that’s cool! I’m not just forcing it on any Billys/Flayed folks or anything like that.

[in3ptbean]

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

HERE IS A PROMPT LIST! 

I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things, so be patient! 

Also, quick note: I will NOT tolerate any sort of disrespectful behavior towards anyone in the comments, or private messages. Doing so will result in being blocked. I don't care if it’s towards me, just don't use my blog as a barrier between you and the other person! I am a bad bitch ✌🙄

“Turn that off. You know I only listen to music that makes me feel like a villain.”

“In my defense, he was already dead when I got here.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Can you please stop leaving dead bodies on my doorstep? You’re worse than a cat.”

“I have fifty other excuses I could use. Do you want me to start alphabetically?”

“Wow, fantastic. Now we can add stranded on top of our other numerous problems.”

“You’ve dragged me into this hellhole, but you can’t make me leave!”

“Can I just whoop your ass now?”

“You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, and yet I don’t regret a moment of it.”

“_____, you ignorant slut,”

“Can  I kiss you?” “No,” “Why not?!” “I have peanut butter in mouth and you’re deathly allergic, dumbass,” 

“Welcome to the real world. It sucks and you’re gonna love it,” 

“Life’s gonna bite you in the ass one day,” 

“Ankle biter,” “ Stilts,” 

“It runs in the family,” 

“Well, slap my ass and call me a bitch. What the fuck are you doing back in _______?” 

“Who pissed in your cereal?” 

“If anyone asks where I am, I’ve left the country.” 

“I’ve seen you skate... You’re pretty shit-” “Fuck off,” 

“You are not your father,” 

“You are drunk!” “Drunk on love, baby!” 

“Can we fix this?” “No... you made sure of that,” 

“I just don’t love you anymore,” 

“Desperation suits you well, babe,” 

“Why do you keep bringing it up?”

[lebrookestore]

Thank You and Presents?

Welcome to this semi-chaotic, passive aggressive post. I spent a good hour on this, so you mfs better read.

I've decided to combine these two posts, considering they go hand in hand, so bear with me.

I've been here for a month, and I've made so many new friends, read some amazing fics, and actually made friends with some of my writing inspirations themselves, which I cant even begin to comprehend so I won't try.

I've released four fics, two were shorter, but the ones I'm really proud of- Little Princess and Poison and Petals-i still can't believe I sat my ass down and started writing. This year has been a shit one, but never would I have thought I would start writing fanfiction. Let alone the long ass fics I write please.

So hitting 100 followers is even more of a foreign concept, but thank you so much! I'm bewildered that people actually ready my shit and the fact some want to be tagged in stuff, and the fact it's only been a month? What is reality-

And some of y'all see my shit posts and deal with me- to that I say God bless you and your patience. You have to be some sort of heavenly being amen.

Honestly, some of y'all actually helped me through a lot of shit, and some even encouraged me with my first fic, which was the start of these shenanigans( whether this was a good idea or not, we shall never know)

Basically, thank you so much, it means a lot to me, it really makes my day when I see w new follow, or a reblog, or someone liking my shit posts about simping (I am sorry my dude) .

Now, since the year is ending, thank god, I've decided to give my moots presents, since I've seen a lot of people do this (originality went ✨yeet✨) and it's also like a thank you and appreciation message of sorts. Also because I'm nice.

Let the chaos begin:

@alicanta77 my first moot, and literally one of my biggest inspirations fir writing, she was with me when I was writing Poison and Petals, and encouraged me with everytime I hit a roadblock, or was feeling tired with it. She's such a talented writer, and her series are very well thought out. They deserve so much more love, because the effort, the plot, everything is immaculate, and felix, babe, I love you to death.

@danishmiilk my second moot on this hellhole and I hate you but I love you so I guess pemdas cancels that out. She is an amazing writer, her fics too deserve more attention. I honestly don't know what I would do without this bitch, we run the culture cafe together, and I'm such a dumbass at coding, but she does it(even if she does forget to add the https, but we won't talk about that okay) and she matches my chaotic energy perfectly. She's definitely not annoying (I wrote that with a straight face my dude, be proud), and I would do anything for her so yeah ily bye

@astroboy-lele furOU THE 40 YEAR OLD MAN ON FACEBOOK- I'm sorry, not really, oh well. Another underrated writer, her fics are really good too, and she was the one who encouraged me to start the net, and gave me the idea of a dark cafe aesthetic. She helped me with a lot of shit there too, and is a really good listener.

@orange-nimon-cross I scared as fuck of yunha, but I also love her. Shes honest and blunt af and I love that about her. She always gives me honest, actually helpful feedback a d if probably the first person I'd go to for said feedback. She deserves way more credit for her writing, its amazing, and her poetry? They're beautiful and deep and ineish I could write like that.

@rouiyan MISS REE ANOTHER WRITING INSPO AND A GREAT FRIEND honestly I met her and we just vibed tbh. She too helped me with my first fic by encouraging me, and I love her to death too. Very happy ahes back from hiatus, all my fists of love for you babe!

@yvezs mila I have no fucking clue what your posts mean half the time, but I love you anyways okay, you already know so I'm not gonna bother writing a long ass para, I'll annoy you later

@heartyyjeno ALESHA! honestly, she's so sweet, and her asks literally brighten up my day. Her writing is also amazing and just ugh, I love you and get very happy everytime I see you.

@moonbeamsung HANNAH BBY YOU'RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMG you're the sweetest bean ever and your writing is the bomb.com. I hope we can get closer, because you never fail to make me feel better, or brighten up my day with a message or an ask.

@radiorenjun angie my fellow simp and hard stan letS GO- I know she's not always online, but she's always there when I need to simp, or when I need help with important descisions (what pic I should chose fir my lockcreen, for example) she's always there to simp for ten with me and our convos are questionable (she's seen my dark dark gallery man. If that's not friendship idk what it) . If you do want to summon her though, I suggest typing renjun or ten in a message, all caps.

@channoticedmeuwu kai. *heavy sigh* this bitch is honestly one of the best people, like she deals with ny shit posts, replIES TO THEM and even deals with my excessive simping like damn what angel are you (the fallen one, jK-) she also likes simping with me, even called for help once(it failed, but it's the thought that counts. She even tried helping me when my laptop fucked me over, which, surprise, it still is, but we barely even knew each other at the time?? How amazing is that?? But bitch stay the fuck away from taeyong thanks hyuck is the waiting.

@loonacitys I MET YOU TWO DAYS AGO BUT I ALREADY LOVE YOU WE LIVE I'M THE SAME DAMN CITY BYE OMG and she matches my crack head humour *cough* tHe gRoUp *cough* so yes another amazing hooman bean.

@sweetlyjaem she SIMPED WITH ME AMEN-

@ppangjae literally one of my biggest inspos for writing, I read seven letters and was inspired to pick up little princess again after it was sitting dying in a dark corner of google Docs for three days. Alex is so sweet, she didn't mind my chaotic awkward ass, and dealt with the long ass asks and the dozen of messages I sent her.

@kdongyoung ro is so sweet and chaotic I love it. Her edits are *chefs kiss* and she made my beautiful header which I will flex everytime I get the chance. We've not talked that much, but I still love you okay.

Moots I wanna know better-@jungwooisms @du0tine @moonttaeil @fruityutas @ooyoungs

I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU BYE

[fuckyeahsuperheropowercouples]

The most irritating thing about Tumblr HP

You know what I’m tired of?? I really TRIED to stay quiet but it’s gotten on my nerves and I’m at my breaking point. You know that general rule that if you do not like a pairing/art involving them being romantic/intimate, don’t reblog/like the post and simply block and walk your dumbass out the door. A shame Harry Potter fandom can’t learn to fuck off! Most prominent example: idiot shippers who comment stupid shit to justify how they view harmony on a Harry/Hermione ship art POST! Most common example I found was on one of @arishatistic ‘s posts, where about a few dozen dumbfucks composed of romiones/drarries/hinnies/dramiones that came over there in the comments and reblogged a harry/Hermione art piece by a HARMONY SHIPPER(referring to dear sweet arishatistic, ofc) and start rambling their nonsense about ‘my brotp!’ or ‘need more platonic Harry/Hermione🥺’ like, bitch are you high!??? That account belongs to a Harmione shipper and majority of the stuff is harryxhermione related! So A)fuck you, B)don’t ship them, don’t follow or actually bother t CHECK to make sure they are not a Harmione shipper(basic common sense that even a 8 year old can figure out but who am I kidding?? You’re a hp fanatic on tumblr, not a big surprise) C) as if your pairings aren’t the most problematic shit to exist(oops! I went there, don’t regret😎) and finally D) even if you reblog and praise the art, it’s still DISRESPECTFUL of you to put in your shitty tags stuff like: #brotp #i don’t ship them #friendshipsgoals . Like, motherfucker, are you this stupid???? This is a fandom where fanart does NOT.FOLLOW.YOUR.DUMBASS.CANON!! If you are so passionate about being an annoying bitch and spreading your shitty ass opinion as a global fact, here’s an advice: DON’T REBLOG FROM THE SHIP/SHIPPER YOU CLEARLY DISPISE! Do THEY go around trashing your garbage ships!??? I don’t fucking think so. And cry me a fucking river. Blacklist the tags of ships you hate and even better: just go all out(like I do most of time on this hellhole site) and track/block every ship/shipper blog you clearly despise. And one more thing you imbeciles: put an ANTI on the ships you hate tags so it’s blacklisted on us shippers who ship them and doesn’t show up on our normal ship name tag!! I’m sorry for the long rant. It is shocking isn’t, how stubborn and foolish these people are? They have nothing more productive to do than this crap. You might wonder why I give a shit(someone who’s clearly into other fandom:marvel/dc)? Simple. Because, yes, I have a soft spot for Harmione(yeah, unpopular opinion, no shit), and I’m tired of seeing this common practice occurring when I search for something I ENJOY. It’s the the same for my other ships from other fandoms. But I have reached my limits. If I have to be deemed a enemy for simplying stating this stupidity and for not supporting popular ships, so be it. I rather have less followers and post/like/reblog things that I enjoy than have more followers but be obliged to post things for others enjoyment and not my own. That’s all I will say for now (PS: there will likely be same rants like this again if this continues because let’s be honest, potterheads never learn, lmao. It’s why I distanced myself a long time ago. ALSO, any Romione/Drarry/Dramione and Hinny shipper who reads this, do not reblog my shit. Or try to talk with me about being too harsh. Just look at yourself in the mirror and you will see who the real toxic asshole is. And if there are any sane ones out there, respectively ignore this. It’s not meant for you. Also, PAY FUCKING ATTENTION TO MY TAGS). You wanna block me? Pfff, lol. I don’t give damn. Get out! Because I have done the same to those who done this practice. If my opinion butthurts your sensitive ass, you are welcome to leave. Don’t reblog my crap!

[kpop---scenarios]

Collateral (13)

Previous Chapter (12)

Warning: Mafia Stuff. Violence etc.

Word Count: 1.8k

"Up for two large favors?" 

You weren't, but if you were being honest in this moment, you would do whatever you needed to do to eat some food and have some water. You had no idea how long you had actually been trapped in this cement hellhole. The cold concrete floor you sat on was damp, the smell of must lingered in the room. A small cot stood in the corner of the room, a thin blanket laid overtop what you could only assume was a dirty mattress. There was a bucket in the corner you'd have to resort to use, as if this wasn't demeaning already. It might not have been so bad, if maybe you had a window, but you didn't. You couldn't even tell if it was daytime or night time. 

"Mhm?" Jaehyun says, his eyebrow arching as they await for your answer. 

"I.." you pause, not wanting to agree but at the same time, you need to. 

"Take a breath." Mark whispers with a sympathetic smile. 

"Spit it out, bitch."Jaehyun snaps, placing the food down on your bed before walking towards you. Your mouth waters at the sight of the glass of water. The ice cubes floating, cooling it down every second as the driblets of moisture slowly trickle down the glass. Your throat dries up instantly, even more than it already was. Your stomach growls at the sight and smell of food. You didnt even care what it was, you wanted to devour it, the smell wafting through the air was pure torture. 

Jaehyun stands you up, pressing his body against yours while placing a small kiss on your cheek. "I think the lack of resistance is a yes." He chuckles. Jaehyun rolls his hips against you, only once, to make sure you were aware of how hard he was for you. It made you want to vomit. 

"Let's get this party started." Jaehyun says, looking at Mark to do something as he pushes himself off of you, nodding for Mark to take over.

"I'm sorry." Mark whispers as his fingertips gently pull the hem of your shirt up, moving to take it off your body. He managed to get it just over the humps of your breasts before the heavy metal door swings open. 

"A little busy here." Jaehyun snaps. 

Before your eyes open, you hear a body hit the ground before some mumbling. "Fuck off Mark before you end up like him." 

The next thing you know, you can breathe, and you're being carried from the room with a sulking Mark trailing behind. 

"Where are you taking me?" You whisper, a little nervous the next spot might be worse than what you were just taken from. 

"You'll see." The man announces, bringing you into a nice warm living room. 

You're gently placed on the couch while you see Mark being chewed out by Johnny before smacked upside the head. "I'm Doyoung. A friend of.. well.." He trails off, motioning behind him. 

"Y/N.." you hear a very familiar voice. Looking up, you are met with the strained and concerned face of your brother, Yuta. 

"Yuta.." you breathe, the tears not even hesitating to fall from your eyes. Without a second thought, you stand up, rushing towards him as he welcomes you into his embracing. You finally feel safe. 

"Why are you here?" You ask, panicking. "EXO.. Suho.. his money, you're going to get killed." You say, looking around. "You have to go. Now." 

"Wait, stop Y/N. Breathe. What are you talking about?" Yuta asks, looking confused. 

"EXO took me because you were running drugs for them and took off with a lot of their money! How could you do that? Running drugs! And then stealing money from the Mafia! Are you fucking dumb! You just left me behind with all this going on!" You yell.

"Who told you this?" He asks. 

"Suho. He said I'd be paying off your debt since you fucked him over." You tell him, looking around at the other men who also looked confused. 

"Yuta? Running drugs for EXO?" Johnny asks, bursting into laughter with the others. "I don't think so." 

"So you didn't?" You ask. "I'm so confused." You cry. 

"No Y/N, I never ran drugs for EXO. Not sure why I would, considering I'm second in command under Johnny here." He tells you. 

"Then.. why?" You ask.

"Suho and I were in the process of making a deal when he told me some people worse than we are  were coming after me. I took the money and told him where his drugs would be, and had to leave town for a while. I see now that it was all bullshit." He growls. 

"So why did he take me then? And why did Johnny try to sell me back to them for land?" You ask, glaring at Johnny.  

"None of them knew about you. I figured the best way to keep you safe was to keep you hidden." Yuta admits. "Looking back on it now, quite a bit of this could have been avoided had I told them." He snaps, glaring at Mark and Jaehyun. "The two of you and I need to have a conversation." He says, pointing to the men who now look ashamed. "But first, let's get you cleaned up. Doyoung, take her up to the spare room and let her shower and get changed before coming back down yo see me. I have some things to take care of." Your brother says, giving you a small kiss on the forehead. 

As you follow Doyoung up the stairs you can hear two loud yelps come from the living room, assuming Yuta had something to do with that.

** 

You walked into the conference room after your shower and saw your brother sitting there having what looked like a heated discussion with Johnny. 

"Everything okay?" You ask, slowly walking towards them. 

"Yes and no." Yuta sighs, looking at Johnny. 

"Suho wants to meet with Johnny to discuss getting you back. He doesn't know I'm back yet." Yuta tells you. 

"Let's do it." You say. "Let's go. Now." 

"Just wait. We need a plan." Johnny chuckles. 

"We'll figure it out on the way, let's go." You say. Yuta knows he has no chance of convincing you to think about it for a minute, so he just sighs and agrees, dragging Jaehyun, Jungwoo and Taeil along with him. You ride in the front seat with Johnny, to make sure things look as they should, you can't risk Suho seeing Yuta before it's time. 

"What's the plan?" You hear a voice come over the radio. You weren't entirely sure, if you were being honest. The entire thing was still rather confusing to you and there was so much that you didn't understand, but there was one thing you knew. 

Suho needed to pay for what he had done. The lies he had told about your brother, making him out to be some sort of terrible person. No one fucks with your family and gets away with it. 

"Let Suho try to negotiate with Johnny. There will be a moment for you to come out, Yuta. You'll know." You finish, taking a deep breath. 

"10 4." You hear from the other side as you and Johnny pull into the abandoned parking lot. 

Your stomach drops as you see Suho standing there, his nicely fitted suit clinging to his muscles perfectly. You didn't like him at the moment, but that didn't mean he didn't make your heart flutter or your pussy drip, just a bit. 

You can see his smile as you get out of the car, walking towards him. "Hello, baby girl." He purrs, giving you a small wink. "Johnny." He nods. 

"Suho. Now, let's talk terms." Johnny says, clearing his throat. 

"I want Y/N." Suho says. "It's simple." 

"And I want half of district 9." Johnny grins. "And we both know she's more than worth it." Johnny chuckles, slapping your ass. 

You can see Suho visibly tense at Johnny's advances towards you. "Don't." Suho spits through a clenched jaw. "Take it. Just give her back." 

"I believe I told you I wanted you nowhere near my sister, Jun." Yuta says, walking from behind you. "You have never been a very good listener." He chuckles, without humor.

"W-what are you doing here?" Suho asks, taken aback by his presence. 

"Well, when I heard my sister had been taken, I came back as soon as I could but I'm sure you know why it took so long, well with all the obstacles you set." Yuta says. "Trying to have me arrested, kidnapped, banned from coming into the country. It was a good effort I'll admit, but I don't think you remember who the fuck I am. You may be older than I am, been around longer but I'm smarter and have more connections." Yuta smiles, walking closer to Suho. "I know your men are around here, should we tell them about our little deal? Or about your lies about me? I never worked for you, and you know that. I never stole money from you. If I recall, after I was paid for our deal, you told me I needed to get out of town, but not to worry because you would handle everything. Was it all just a lie? And for what? My sister?" He asks, cocking his head to the side. 

"How else was I supposed to have her? I knew the rest of NCT didn't know about her and with you out of the picture it made it so much easier to have what I wanted." Suho smirked. 

"I never wanted her to know about any of this! Let alone be involved!" Yuta yells. "Now you've gotten her in trouble, put her life at risk more than once, and you'll never see her again." He spits. "Johnny, Y/N, get in the car." 

Without any hesitation you climb into the passenger seat with Johnny in the drivers. You watch in silence as Yuta says a few more words to Suho before turning his back to walk away. 

You're too slow to warn Yuta about Suho pulling his gun out. You can't unlock your car door fast enough to open the door and yell at him to duck. All you can do is sit and watch in horror as a dark and sinister smile spreads across Suho's face as he takes his finger, pulling the trigger twice, shooting your brother in the back. 

When you finally do make it out of the car, you hover over your brother as he gasps for air. "Call 911!" You scream, tears dripping down your face. "Someone help!" You cry out. "Please Yuta, I need you. Please don't leave me. Please I just got you back." 

"Grab her." You hear from behind you. Within seconds, you're picked up from the ground and taken away from your brother and Johnny. You're placed in the back seat of a car, Minseok beside you, his face stone cold as Suho quickly drives the car away. 

Away from Johnny who's doing anything he can to save your brother, and away from your brother, who you just know is now dead. 

[theonewiththefanfics]

Hawkins’ Charm (Part 1/?)

Synopsys: They had gotten out of Hawkins. After all the shit that had happened, all the heartache and pain, Billy and the Reader had gotten away from that hellhole, building their life in California as he had dreamed. But when Max’s graduation rolls around and they go to celebrate, it’s as if the Upside Down was just waiting for all of them to return. And it has a bone to pick.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!Reader; platonic!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, implied SMUT

Warnings: implied SMUT but not full on, blood, gore, mentions of death and injuries, mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of anxiety and PTSD

Word count: 5007

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE BILLY’S ACTIONS AND THE THINGS HE’S DONE! THIS IS BASICALLY AN AU, WHEN REALLY LOOKING AT IT! SPOILERS FOR S3! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Billy was a sight for sore eyes as he stepped out from the ocean, blond curls stuck to his head much like his swim trunks to his legs, the board slapped under his armpit as he shook out the warm droplets from his locks.        He ran past a little girl with light hair as she built a sandcastle and dropped down next to Y/N, who had been hiding under an umbrella to escape the direct heat of the day, a book clutched between her fingers.        “You gotta come into the water,” he groaned and laid down on his back onto the sheet, eyes locked onto hers that were hidden behind sunglasses. “It’s amazing.”        And it was. Everything was amazing ever since they’d fucked out of Hawkins. He was a different man; he had scars to prove it. The second September had rolled around, and he had been discharged from the hospital, Billy had gathered his stuff, Y/N hers, and together they’d made their way to California.        “I bet it is,” she mumbled still not looking down at him, “but stuffs getting pretty amazing here as well,” she nodded with her chin to the book where the main character was gearing up for the final showdown.        Billy huffed and rolled on top of Y/N’s legs making her grunt as she felt his weight settle on her thighs, and his hand snatched away the book, but not before dogearing the page.        “Yeah, well, the weather report says it’s gonna be pretty shit for the next two weeks, so why don’t you keep that for when we can’t get outside the apartment, and get a bit wet right now,” his tone was sultry and suggestive even though he meant it in a bit different of a way than usual. But Y/N could also play that game.        “I dunno,” she slid her palm up his chest noting how her blue nail polish had chipped away at the edges, “I’d like it if it was you making me wet.”        She got the reaction she had hoped. Billy moaned dropping his head to her chest, and his hands wove around her waist gripping at her sides as if she’d disappear unless he held onto her.        For so long it had felt that way. Y/N had been an enigma when he’d first seen her. She had made sure everyone in Hawkins knew – she was back. 

       Def Leppard blasted through the air as she drove inside the school’s parking lot, hands tapping against the wheel to the rhythm of the song. Billy’s eyes had immediately latched on to the Oldsmobile 442 and the Y/H/C haired kid who jumped out of it.        “Don’t be late, I have shit to do!” a girl hollered after the boy as she stepped out of the car, but he just held up a middle finger in response, as she heard his old friends scream in excitement seeing Alex return to their group.        “Is that Y/N Y/L/N or are my eyes deceiving me?” Steve Harrington’s annoying voice was next, but the smile that the girl threw his way from where the other guy was coming behind him, knocked Billy off balance. He didn’t even know her, yet he was already done for it.        “I dunno,” she bounded over to Steve and wrapped him in a tight hug, making Billy suck harsher on the cigarette between his lips. “Is that the King of Hawkins or just a dick?”        Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t even get the chance to say he’d been dethroned a year ago when Nancy’s squeal made him put his hands over his ears.        “Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re back!” she leapt out of Johnathan’s car without even waiting for him to properly stop.        “Better believe it, Nance!” Y/N muttered in the crook of her best friend’s neck. “Hawkins!” she suddenly hollered. “Your heart and soul is back!”        Billy had watched the interactions without even a word, just admiring the stranger with the shining Y/E/C eyes before Tommy and Carol broke the silence with a scoff.        “Can’t believe that bitch is back," she mumbled under her breath.        “What?” Billy whipped his head to the side and saw Tommy shake his head.        “After Barb went missing, she moved to New York. The Big Apple for fuck’s sake.” Seeing the blond’s raised eyebrow, he elaborated. “They were best friends. Guess it took a toll on her, and she couldn’t stay here anymore. The chick’s really an idiot if she’s back. Fuck, what wouldn’t I give to live in New York?”        Carol only sneered. Y/N had been one of the most popular girls in school, but she hadn’t been a bitch or stuck up, and every guy seeing her step out of the car in the mornings would instantly start to drool at the sight of her.        “Hey Y/L/N!” Carol yelled over the commotion of the arriving students and plastered on a fake smile, drawing Y/N’s attention to her group. When Billy saw her eyes scan over him, he felt an unfamiliar feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. He bristled a bit as she gave him a small smile before giving Carol the attention she craved. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you’d forget our small town after moving to the East coast.”        But Y/N just shrugged leaning against Steve’s side. “Hawkins has it’s… charm.” She was not going to admit that the real reason her mom had moved them to New York was because of her anxiety and PTSD since the Demogorgon incident had been so bad she spent her nights jolting awake every five minutes. Thinking it was because of Barb’s disappearance her mother decided to take Y/N away from the place that stimulated those fears.        Now that she was done with therapy, they’d come back for senior year. Despite everything, Hawkins was her home.        Billy snorted at her response, and that only made her raise her eyebrow. “Hawkins’s a shithole.”        “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,” Y/N winked in his direction, making a smirk appear on his face. Yeah. He liked her a lot already.        “You going to Tina’s bash tonight?” Carol butted in, popping the bubble she’d made with her gum.        “Depends, are you gonna be there?”        Carol scoffed. “Of course. Everyone who knows what fun is, will be there.”        “Then Imma pass,” Y/N gave her a sarcastic smile. “Don’t want my night ruined by a bitch in faux leather pants.”        Steve, Nancy and Johnathan all let out small laughs as she turned around, hooking her elbow through Steve’s and Nance’s arms making their way into the school, and leaving behind the new king with his lackeys.        But Billy had to just make her notice him fully. “Hey sweetheart!” he hollered, making Y/N turn around and smirk. “And if I said I was gonna be there to keep her away from you?”        “I dunno,” she yelled back at him. “Are you gonna save me a dance?”        “I’ll save the whole night for you!”        Y/N gave him a wide smile and skipped backwards, not giving him an answer. As the bell rang, he yelled again after her, but she just waved her hand above her head and disappeared into the crowd.        In the end, she had shown up at the party. With AC/DC’s TNT roaring through the house, Y/N had pulled Nancy and Steve along. Johnathan was back at his house, Will and the rest of the Party welcoming Alex back with their usual D&D match, but because Joyce had to take a late shift, he was stuck there babysitting.        “I’ll get us drinks,” Steve said over the loud noises and the counting as someone was doing a keg stand.        The two girls nodded, and Y/N started to sway to the rhythm of the music.        “He’s bad news, I’m telling you,” Nancy repeated for like the twentieth time that day.        “I’m not going to do anything, Nance, come on,” she whined and chuckled. “Yeah, he’s a hot piece of ass, but you mess with my friends, you mess with me. I was just trying not to be a complete bitch.”        “I mean that’s pretty impossible, but sure,” Carol’s sarcastic voice invaded their conversation, and Y/N had to give herself a mental pep talk to not clock the other girl in her teeth. Some things had changed in Hawkins, but that hadn’t.        Turning around she put a hand on her hip and tilted her head. “Takes one to know one.”        “Don’t be a dick, Carol,” Billy interrupted before she could sneer a response. “Besides, I think I saw Tommy sucking Vicky’s face so you might wanna check up on that.”        With a flick of her hair, she stomped away weaving between the already drunk and the about to be drunk people.        “I didn’t need you to save me,” Y/N remarked. “Let alone from Carol. She’s a pain in the ass, but she’s harmless.”        “Yes, well, I did promise to keep her away from you,” Billy turned his charm on from ten to one-hundred as usually by that point the girl was ready to slip to her knees, but not her.        “That’s before I found out that the biggest dick is not the one between your legs, but just you.”        “Come on, dollface,” he leaned against the doorway where she’d remained as Nancy had gone to look for Steve and what was taking him so long to get the drinks, “you told me to save you a dance,” Billy said through a sly smile, but his heart dropped to his stomach when she responded, arms crossed over her chest. Usually, when a girl did that, his eyes immediately would flit down to be greeted by a gorgeous sight, but Y/N’s face had none of the light-heartedness that he’d seen in the morning.        “And it turns out, you beat up one of my best friends, and a middle schooler last year. I don’t deal with shitbags like that.”        Billy’s jaw clenched as Y/N turned around and ventured into the kitchen having given up on her two friends to find their way back. They’d meet at some point.        “Yeah, well it was warranted.”        “Really?” she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow downing a cup of Pure Fuel like it was nothing when even Billy scrunched up his face while drinking that piss. “So, what did Lucas, a thirteen-year-old did so bad that he deserved to be smashed against the wall by practically a grown up?”        He hated being called out like that, the fist at his side balling up in anger as Y/N just stared at him unwavering and steady.        “Thought so,” she muttered, grabbed another drink and ducked under his arm that had been placed by her head        For the first time in his life, he said, “How do I make it better?” as she turned to look at him where he remained in his spot.        “You start with an apology,” and then she was lost between the moving bodies. He’d searched for Y/N throughout the night but was unable to come upon the feisty new-girl-that-was-not-so-new, and somehow, he knew she wouldn’t show up unless things changed.        And though he hated change because nothing good had ever come out of it, he actually tried. The next day after basketball practice Billy had apologized, through gritted teeth and clenched fists, but he had asked Steve’s forgiveness, and that same evening he’d followed Max inside the arcade to see Lucas and say he was sorry.        Despite how he had started off the previous year as the Keg King and the newly crowned King of Hawkins, slowly Billy started to clean up his act. Sure, he never backed down from a fight once he was involved making sure the person knew not to mess with him, but he no longer instigated them, unless it was warranted, and the walls he had so meticulously built around his heart were broken down brick by brick by a girl with a wide smile and eyes that sparkled like the stars in the sky.        The following summer changed everything though. As he’d gotten a job at the local pool in order to gather a bit of money for when he’d skip town for California, an alien from another dimension had taken control of his body. It was right after their eight-month anniversary as he’d taken Y/N to see Terminator because of her incessant begging, his world had been turned upside down. Literally.        Billy was basically a prisoner in his own mind, made to watch how his hands had wrapped around Y/N’s throat at one point and squeezed so hard that she’d passed out. It was Eleven’s harsh slam of telekinetic power that sent him through the concrete wall of the boy’s locker room at the pool, that somewhat allowed him to understand what was happening.        But it was far from over. Only when the Mind Flayer had brought its monster to the mall, Eleven limply hanging over his shoulder as he placed her on the floor did his eyes snap to the back of the court and zeroed in on his girlfriend’s face. More so the blue-black bruises that adorned her neck like a brutal chain.        Fireworks exploded all around him, and he felt the Mind Flayer recoil in pain from the flashes. It was Y/N firing a shotgun to take its attention off of the incapacitated girl when Billy was able to fully break free from the grasp, it had on him.        Two tentacles latched onto his sides, but the pain would all be worth it if he could make it right. He’d been the one to screw everything up. He had to make it right.        One that was aimed dead centre on his heart came flying out of its mouth, but it never struck. It hovered in the air a bit, as Billy saw Eleven’s outstretched hand keeping it away, and then next motion was a leaping Y/N with an axe in her hand chopping away at the limbs before the Mind Flayer retreated and stumbled all around as it screeched loudly at the feeling of the Gate being closed.        The last thing Billy saw before the monster the Mind Flayer had created fell dead, was Y/N’s face with tears streaming down it, her gentle palms holding onto his cheeks, and he heard Max calling his name.        He woke up in absolute agony, his sides burning and screaming from where the thing had latched onto him. After having heard Billy’s whimpering, Y/N’s head shot up from where she’d fallen asleep and called for a nurse. As he was sedated once more, he had dozed off to the soft whispers of her voice telling him it would all be okay. He wasn’t alone. And she’d be right there. His father hadn’t even visited, but Y/N never left. Never would.        And she was right there. Sunglasses pushed up to her forehead and smirking at him, gentle palms having settled on the nasty scars that adorned his sides. Y/N still loved him despite that.        “Trust me,” he groaned coming back to the reality of California and out the memories that had been his senior year and summer in Hawkins. “I wanna do that so bad, and I know I don’t have to do much to have you writhing and panting my name,” Billy leaned down and bit her earlobe, hearing Y/N’s shaky exhale. “And I will when we’re home, don’t you worry… but first, we gotta catch the little monster!”        He flipped around and grabbed at the little girl that had stopped playing in the sand and had decided to sneak up on the pair.        “Daddy, no!” her loud squeals as Billy tickled her sides were echoed by the other kids also laughing somewhere down the beach.        “You think you can sneak up on us and not suffer the consequences?” he gently lifted the toddler in the air and blew raspberries on her stomach making her laugh harder than before.        “Mommy, save me!”        “Sorry, hunny,” Y/N replied placing her sunglasses back on her nose, “I can’t hear you!”        But the girl just laughed harder, and Billy’s smile widened. This was his life now. A kid, a wife, a beautiful apartment that overlooked the beach. He’d gotten his dream despite all the shit that had happened, despite the shit his dad had put him through, calling him worthless and a waste of breath, Billy had proved him wrong.        Well, Neil didn’t know that. The only person in Hawkins he still kept in contact with was Max, who was also the only person in his family that knew about his marriage and baby girl Clara. He wasn’t going to let Neil taint the one pure thing in his life.        “Mommy save me from the tickle monster!” her daughter screamed as she was running to jump in Y/N’s arms, Billy chasing the three-year-old. She was just about to let Clara leap in her lap when her little fingers dug in her own sides, grabbing at the skin and tickling her.        “You traitors!” Y/N laughed seizing her daughter and returning the favor.        That’s how their day went – giggling and relaxing by the beach, with Billy surfing the waves of the Pacific Ocean and helping Clara build sand castles from time to time. As the sun slowly dipped closer to the horizon, they gathered their stuff and placed everything in the Camaro that Billy still couldn’t let go of.        Their cat Thor greeted the trio as they finally arrived home, Y/N having been and still being a nerd in her own right.        “Kitty!” Clara squealed, and the cat dashed away from her grabby hands.        “Come on,” Y/N sighed placing the big beach bag on the floor and putting her daughter on her hip, “let’s go get a bath, otherwise you’ll make the house one big sand pit.”        The apartment was beautiful, and every day Billy marvelled as to how they’d gotten there. He had actually been a really good student despite his antics. His dad would have his ass if his grades dipped down below a B-.    When they arrived in San Diego, he was going to apply for a local auto shop to work as a mechanic, but Y/N had come into their beat-up studio apartment with a flyer that advertised an accountant’s position at the same agency she worked at.        “You’ve always been good with numbers,” she’d mumbled while handing him the flyer. “Why not try and get an interview? It wouldn’t hurt, would it?”        It truly amazed Billy as to how much faith Y/N had in him. She pushed the man to do things that were out of his comfort zone, but never in a violent way. If he said no, she’d back off, though remained encouraging. She was the reason he’d gotten into university in the first place, and she was the reason the two of them were in their final year of it, with him majoring business management and her photography and journalism.        “Okay,” he’d sighed. “I’ll call them up tomorrow.”        He actually had. Y/N had helped him button up his wide-open shirt and made sure he was as presentable as possible.        “Good luck,” she’d leaned over to his side and given him a kiss before bounding off to her own office leaving him to rehearse for the questions that could be asked.       It could’ve gone better but it also could’ve gone worse. A week later he’d had a job offer, and let’s just say, the next day Y/N went to her job with a noticeable limp which her co-workers teased her relentlessly about.        Slowly but steadily they climbed the ranks of the PR company, and a year later, they had enough money to put down a deposit for a beautiful double bedroom apartment that overlooked the Pacific, because by that point, for Billy it was no longer to provide for Y/N and give her the best possible, nor was it to spite Neil who was still doing the odd job in Hawkins. It was to give the bean growing inside of his girlfriend the utmost that he could.        And he had. Billy had made sure of it.    A week after Clara was born, despite his protests that Y/N should not get out of bed and should rest, they went to the courthouse and got married.        Max had been pissed off that she wasn’t invited to the wedding, and that he hadn’t informed her he was a father the second Y/N found out she was pregnant, but Billy had just taken the berating through the phone with a soft smile on his face as he watched his wife give his daughter breakfast.        “You’re not even listening to me are you, shitbag?” Max sighed rolling her eyes.        “Nope,” Billy replied, the smile never fading. “Not one bit.”        That smile hadn’t disappeared even now three years later. As he got ready to prepare them a homemade meal, because both of them had been quite lazy during their time off work, the phone rang.        “Hargrove’s,” he grunted and heard a ‘yeah, no shit,’ from the other side of the line.        “Hello to you too, Maxine.”        “Call me that again, and I’ll knock out your teeth. We’ll see if Y/N likes you when you’re missing some of those pearly whites.” As an almost eighteen-year-old the redhead had sure become even more spunky than he remembered.        Billy heard the water running indicating that Clara was having her bath. “Listen, I don’t have much time, the girls will be out soon, and I haven’t started dinner.”        “Aww,” Max cooed. “Look at what a doting husband you are.”        “Unless you want your skateboard showed down your throat, you’ll shut it, and tell me what’s happening.”        “My graduation’s happening, that’s what… and I was wondering if you and Y/N were coming.”        Of course, Billy remembered that Max was a senior now, but he hadn’t really intended on driving back to Hawkins. Ever. They’d talked about her flying out to California during the summer, but he’d been quite clear he wanted nothing to do with Neil, and unfortunately that meant missing Max’s big day.        “Look,” he heard her sigh, and the water turned off in the bathroom. “I know you didn’t leave things the best way here but… I miss you,” it sounded like it pained Max to say, and Billy smirked, “and I miss Y/N, and I’d really appreciate if you two came.”        He heard the little pitter patter of Clara’s feet as she rushed to the living room and leapt up to the sofa, her tiny body adorned by a Winnie the Pooh robe, and Y/N’s shirt was very much so splashed by soap water.        “Max?” she mouthed in his direction, and he nodded.        “I don’t know if we can afford much more time off or find Clara a nanny in such short notice.” There were only two and a half weeks left until the ceremony, and though it was only half true, they were actually real issues. He knew Y/N was definitely going back, her brother was graduating as well, so he had decided to stay with their daughter while she was there for a bit.        “Then bring her with,” Max whined. “You know I love that little gremlin.”        “Hey, watch your mouth, that’s my gremlin you’re talking about,” but where once there would be animosity in his tone, nothing but love could be heard now. Almost five years away from Neil did wonders. “Besides, I don’t want him anywhere near her, so if we’re going, Clara’s staying in San Diego. You’ll be able to see her when you get here.”       “Fine,” Max grumbled. “Just please call me sometime this week, if you’re coming.”        He sighed and looked over his shoulder where his girls were making them dinner because he’d been preoccupied with the call, Clara holding the jar of sauce. “I’ll talk to Y/N, and we’ll figure something out.”        “Okay,” she sighed in defeat. “Tell your wife and kid I love them. Bye.”        “Yeah, yeah, whatever, bye.”        The thought of seeing Neil or Susan made the rage that had been flushed out of his system years ago, come back with a vengeance, but it melted away the second Clara asked, “Who was that daddy?”        He turned back to face his family and shook his head with a smile, bringing the blonde girl to his lap as Y/N placed plates of spaghetti Bolognese in front of them. “Just Max.”        “Is she coming?” Clara gasped in excitement.        “A bit later in the summer, you know that.”        “But I want now!”        “Clara,” Y/N soothed the toddler that was about to throw a tantrum, but there was a warning edge for her to behave in her tone. “You know Max can’t right now. She’ll finish school, and then she’ll come for a visit.”        But their daughter crossed her tiny arms over her chest and turned away her head when Billy tried to put the food in her mouth. “I hate school. School stupid.”        “Clara! What did we talk about using those kinds of words?” Y/N scolded her.        She didn’t even respond, her Y/E/C eyes looking at the wall.        “Clara,” Billy said her name in a low tone. His temper was always in check around the two, he’d never let anything jeopardize the best thing in his life, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t strict when needed. “Answer your mom.”        “Only grown-ups can use them,” Clara mumbled and accepted the fork of spaghetti, her arms still crossed.        “And are you a grown-up?”        “No,” she grumbled again but it came out unintelligible because of her chewing.        Billy just chuckled as did Y/N. They cleaned their plates in silence, the only other sounds being the honks of cars down in the streets of San Diego before he pulled her out of the chair, and her small fingers wrapped themselves in his curly hair. He’d still kept it long saying it was too much trouble to go to a barber, but he had been considering cutting it, though, in moments like these, where one of his girls softly carded their fingers through the locks, he instantly decided not to.        “Come on, you little Terminator,” he huffed and plopped down on her bed. “Let’s get you to sleep.”        “Monsters?” Clara extended a finger and pointed at her closet. Billy was up and throwing the doors open, pushing her little dresses, shirts and pants aside. If only she knew how real monsters were.        “None.”        “Under the bed?’        Crouching down he looked at the carpeted floor and shook his head. “Nope, not one.”        “Okay,” she said through a sleepy yawn. A few more seconds later, Billy stood up pecked her forehead and whispered a ‘goodnight princess’, but she was already out like a light.        He found Y/N washing up the last of the dishes, and his face immediately fell to the crook of her neck as his arms wrapped around her waist bringing their bodies flush against one another.        “Max asked to come to her graduation?” her fingers were damp with dishwater as she wove them through his placing the last plate to dry on the rack.        “Mhm,” Billy mumbled. “And I wanna go. I actually do, it’s just… I can’t’ have him ruin the one good thing in my life. I can’t have that asshole taint this…”       He meant his new life. Neil hadn’t even met Y/N properly, just seen how she had climbed in Billy’s car one time, and once his son had come back from his date, regarded to her as just ‘one of his new sluts’, so there was no way Billy would let him anywhere near his wife.        “He won’t,” she had turned to face him now, running a cold thumb across his cheek. “Not if you let him. We’ll be there for Max and Alex and all of those other little shitheads. Not for Neil or anyone else.”        He knew Y/N was right, as always. Well, except that one time they’d run off to the beach, and she’d been so confident she could surf but then on the first try had plopped into the water as if she was a baby deer just learning how to walk.        “You know how he gets under my skin,” Billy let out a shaky sigh, gripping on Y/N’s hips a bit tighter to ground himself. “I hate the person I become when he’s around.”        “Not gonna lie, I don’t like that Billy either,” she mumbled in his shoulder. “But that’s why I’m gonna be there every step of the way, and I won’t let him hurt you.”        Billy let out a sad snort. “I should be the one saying that to you.”        “Yes, well, I kinda get pissed off when someone I love is either upset or being hurt. Demogorgon, shit friends, a shittier father… things don’t end well for them.”        “I love you, you know that right?” he muttered pulling back and looking into Y/N’s eyes. Clara’s eyes.        “Yeah, I do, you absolute softie,” her lips were like clouds, gentle and fluttery as they skimmed over his. “I love you too.”        “Do you think we could get Jess to watch Clara on such short notice?” Billy referred to the high schooler they always hired if they wanted to have a date night or had a company thing.        “I’m sure she won’t mind.”        “Fuck,” Billy groaned letting his forehead rest against Y/N’s. “And here I thought I could leave Hawkins behind.”       He felt her shoulders lift as she shrugged. “It has a disgusting way of pulling people back. But I think that one time it did, somehow things turned out better in the end. Maybe it won't be bad this time around either.” Her smile was faint, but it was there as she remembered meeting the boy who’d become her life.       “Can’t deny that.”        But as Billy connected his lips to Y/N’s his hands hoisting her legs around his hips and carried them to their bedroom, something in Hawkins was stirring awake. Something evil and craving to destroy.

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A/N: My first Billy fic :) I just wanted to write this cause I think there was so much they could do with that character and to be quite honest I’m a bit upset about him being axed off :D But I do gotta say - Stranger Things has more balls than Game of Throne. don’t come for me please :D

This might be a 2 parter 3 parter or even a mini-series, but we’ll see how things go. If you wanna be tagged, drop a message :)

Also, I wanna say sorry to those who saw spoilers on my blog. It was not my intention, and I completely forgot to tag the reblogs that contained them. Again, didn’t want to ruin that for you, but it was an honest mistake done at 3am. 

P.S. what did ya think?

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a peek inside

@saschagemruler gave me this idea so yes. @thefinaltaterthot ready or not

TW/CW: Eating disorder, (mild?) Self-Harm

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Ah, shit.

He’s pathetic. He knew that, sure, but - he didn’t need to make it so obvious, even to himself. Just what the fuck is wrong with him?! He takes a deep breath and gulps the salvia down. He doesn’t even want to look. It always looks disgusting as shit and by now, he can even see it behind closed eyes. He blindly reaches out to flush the toilet, and with the water, his shame disappears as well. He wishes it wasn’t so. He wishes there’d be no fucking shame to wash away. But he - he couldn’t. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit.

It had felt normal, in the beginning. After all, who wouldn’t wolf down any sort of food they’d find in a new enviroment? Husk surely had. And the puking happened too, sometimes, but - but it had felt normal. And to be fair, most of that “food” had been garbage anyway so throwing it up had probably been the wiser choice in the long run. Not that it mattered, of course - it wasn’t like he could die again or some shit like that. But then - he got used to it. To life in Hell, that is. Once you got the hang of things, it wasn’t that bad, honestly - sure it was a shit-show, but after all, it wasn’t like his life had been glamourous in the slightest. And yet - it wasn’t much of a punishment, was it? Living down here, in Hell? Yeah, it sucked to know that whoever sat at the gate or fucking where-ever considered you to be enough of a whoreson to rot down here with the worst of the worst.

And then; he met Alastor. He knew who the fuck the red dude was - he was neither blind nor stupid. But truth be told, why the Red Man considered him to be a friend of any sort would probably elude Husk for eternity. But the deer was fun to be around, so there would only be the token amount of protest. The real problem was the food. Alastor, as Husk quickly learned, loved cooking. He cooked in large quantities and demanded all the food to be eaten before anyone was allowed to even move a muscle. He didn’t want to eat that much, but Alastor wasn’t a guy to say no to. So he ate. And he ate too much. So, after Alastor left, he’d grace the toilet with its fair share. It worked. He ate, he vomitted, he felt bad, he ate nothing and then the circle would continue.

Now, the Hotel. The princess kept calling it The Happy Hotel, but Alastor had changed the sign uptop to Hazbin and frankly, Husk didn’t give two shits what this hellhole wanted to be called anyway. He just wanted to be left alone so he could get drunk in fucking peace. Sadly, Blondie wanted dinners together, to “strengthen our bond as friends!” Whatever the fuck that meant. But protests were not allowed and - Alastor was the cook. Knowing him, that asshole probably volunteered for that first chance he got and Husk suspected the cooking was the only reason Alastor wanted in on this project in the first place.

The food was good. Radio’s food was always good. That was part of the problem. Sitting next to Niffty and the Spider Slut, he wolfed down the food in front of him.  The Spider made a joke about stuffing someone’s something down his throat, but Husk didn’t listen. Who gave a rat’s ass about what Angel Dust said? There was food to be had!

It led him to his current predicament.  He’s been sitting on the floor of his bathroom for quite a while now. He doesn’t want to get up. What for? For one, he’s sure to throw up again if he moves too fast. Second, what’s the point? He wouldn’t cry. Fucking no, he wouldn’t. He’s in Hell, fuck, he’s supposed to be miserable! He plucks at his wings. Everyone else seems fine though, the back of his head whispers. Fucker’s supposed to be quiet. He tears out a feather and looks at it. He hates it. It’s one ass-ugly son-of-a-bitch-feather. He doesn’t remember what he looked like before.  Who’d want to remember his fucking face anyway.

For two straight days he’s been drunk now. Not his normal drunk, but completely and utterly stone-faced drunk.  He doesn’t think he’s left the bar. Which is - good. No food at the bar. He’s thought about it. He’s such an asshole. He took food away from the others. He took it away from Niffty, the Spider, Blondie and her girlfriend - he took it away from them. They need it more than him, and he took it away. He didn’t even ask, what a selfish prick he is. He should be punished. Did Alastor even eat anything? What if he took his food away? He doesn’t want to interact with them ever again. He doesn’t deserve it and they’re better off without his ugly ass anyway. Leaving ain’t an option - Alastor would just drag him back and demand an explanation. Husk wouldn’t be able to give him one. What would he say? Alastor didn’t understand feelings. No, hiding behind the bar was better. Nodoy expected him to eat anything while he was completely smashed. The others could get their well-deserved food. It was better if they got used to eating without him. They wouldn’t miss him. Nobody ever had in life, so why should someone in Hell?

On Day Four, he peeks into the kitchen while they’re eating. He sees them sitting there, enjoying their meal and - oh shit, it looks fucking good. It smells really good, too. He’s half-tempted to just go, but he contains himself. He just wanted to see whether they miss him or not and they don’t seem to. Good. That’s what he wants. This is what it’s supposed to be like. Just - he didn’t expect it to hurt.

On Day Nine, there’s something different. He peeks at them daily, because he wants to make sure they all get enough to eat.  There’s always been an extra chair - his chair. Today, that chair is gone. He scans the kitchen, but he can’t see it anywhere. They removed his chair, his - his outstanding invitation. He’s no longer wanted. He’s no longer welcome. Good. Good. He isn’t crying. Why should he? They’ve done exactly as he wanted - they removed him from their midst.  On Day Ten, he doesn’t go to peek.

He tries to fill the hole inside of him with booze but it doesn’t work. No matter how much shit he pours in, the hole stays and worse, it even gets bigger. He hides whenever he sees someone approach.  They cut him out, so he’s doing them a favour.  Shit, he’s so hungry.

On Day Sixteen, he raids the fridge at night. He doesn’t want to, but he can’t stop either. He’s so hungry, and he’s lonely and miserable, he just wants the hole inside him to be filled. So he eats. He eats everything he can get into his greedy paws. It doesn’t matter what it is - he just shoves it down.  The hole doesn’t fill. He eats more.

He’s disgusting. He’s so fucking disgusting. There’s no food left, and the hole inside of him didn’t get any smaller. What are the others supposed to eat now? They’re gonna know, and they’re gonna hate him. Fuck, he wants to cry, but mainly he just wants to puke. ...shit. Shit, someone’s coming. He can’t face anyone on the scene of his crime. He doesn’t want to be seen. So he runs.

He’s shivering. He’s been puking for half an hour already and slowly, his body is giving in. He’s crying now. What’s the point in denying anymore? He wishes it would stop, but he doesn’t know how. He’s disgusting, and alone, and utterly worthless.  He flaps his wings to keep his balance and he wants to rip all the feathers out. He’s - he’s gonna do that tomorrow. For now, all he can do is snivel here, like a dirty little pig. He hopes whoever wandered in the kitchen wouldn’t figure out what he did. He couldn’t stand the looks. He couldn’t stand their thoughts of him being useless anyway. They’re not wrong, but - he doesn’t want to see it. He coughs up fluids now. That means it’s almost over. He sits back on his legs and looks up at the ceiling. Maybe he shouldn’t leave the bathroom ever again. No-one would disturb him here, right?  He rips a feather out and looks at it. He turns it over in his claws and thinks about going away. They’re better off without him and when he’s gone, they don’t have to look at him ever again. Alastor’s a people’s person, he could sit at the front desk easily enough. He wants to eat something. He’s so hungry. He tears at his ears and wails.

[momiwanabeanautistwhenigrowup]

So here I am. Doing the one thing I have steadily avoided for the last 4 years…somewhat.

I shouldn’t start off this way but fuck I hate writing. And there goes the first impression, etched forever in your subconscious.

She’s not going to be happy about this. Meh.

So I’m a 30 y/o stuck in this hellhole and this is my story? I guess. I mean it’s really ours.

I basically made this account to vent ..uh then I realised I’d have to go all the way back for it to make sense…and I guess my life has always been this series/rpg game so it might take shape in that style. I’m mostly explaining this to myself.

Jump to 2016. I started this biography venture bc in my short 25 years I’d amassed a set of experiences that were not so average middle class life experiences, and not in the good way. Now if you take my story and place it on the backdrop of each life on this earth then, in my opinion, my life is pretty ordinary too. Hence the (reason I tell myself there was a) delay with finishing this biography. Anyway so I sat down to write this thing a total of two times(fucking literary genius) in 2016, sometime in April if I recall correctly. It was horrible but necessary, and then I guess I found magic? And decided to halt production since well…I was busy coming into awareness. I still have the draft on this pc... I stopped when I was 10 years old.

Jump to 2020 and I’m in front of this computer with Tumblr as my backdrop in order for me to feel like I have and audience and therefore someone to talk to (I decided to type this shit out on word before copy pasting to tumblr bc apparently I don’t like living on the edge??)

I’m high as fuck (I would like to say.. but na, I’m just regular high off some freshly home-grown microwaved weed.) anyway this is probably going to be my last indulgent ingestion of the stuff. Hopefully.

Don’t get me wrong, weed isn”t to blame and I have people I can talk to, but the problem is

Everyone

Has

Their

Own

Shit.

None I know has the space. I’m the most equipped to deal with myself. To me, that is deeply unsettling right now. Like… most people don’t even know where to begin and..well..I’ve been here before so I know what to do and honestly it’s fucking shit haha.

And as shitty as I feel, it doesn’t change the fact. I gotta figure this out on my own.

I’m a 30 y/o natural med student in my second year of my 5 year degree. I live at my parent’s house in a relatively good neighbourhood, I have the most comfortable bed, a loving cat, a good-looking bedroom and many middle class luxuries…like an en suite. I have a very comfortable house to live in and there is always food whenever I feel like eating or even just to cook for fun(my talents lie in the kitchen, potions, medicines and treats are my favourite pastimes, I love to nourish people. Don’t let it fool you though.) it’s c o v i d year rn and I don’t pay for shit.. factually, I’m pretty privileged to have all that I do physically.

My parents have always been around in physicality, even when they weren’t there, especially when they weren’t there… which was and still is a lot.  And in rolls one of the overarching themes emerges. Welcome welcome.

I got that far and took a Facebook break, bitch she runnin

So yeah I was born in this bitch back in 1990, two guys got here before me, one 11 years prior, the other 3 years after the first. Then I showed up after our parents reconciled after a 6-month separation. But like…that doesn’t happen in my life till 2019.

I’m currently contemplating piercing my lip or nose but I threw out all of my old jewellery. Geezus, it’s her and she is 22. (side note to myself,  please ignore)

Anyway so yeah I get borned unto these guys; a drummer butalso telephone technician and an accountant, both were raised as worker bees but are actually uh..nope. spoiler one is a caster the other is a timekeeper. Both mages, but they don’t know.

I was this scared to shit little creature of a child. I slept between them once It was safe to do so (I know almost nothing about kids but I’m assuming it’s a safety hazard to sleep next to new-borns? let alone to let them sleep between two people whom are also asleep. Also, I recall sleeping in this white, wooden cot thing which used to chill next to their bed. It opened up like some gates did in those medieval(<-never understood this word tbh) castles, the ones that go vertically up and down. (Yes, I remember. I remember realising I was back on this plane when I was 2 months old, it’s my earliest memory-trust me this becomes highly unimpressive once I turn 23 so hold on before you think I’m lookin for clout on this one). Like I get that that is cute and all, legit I was cradled in safety but like, that cradle started to close in very soon. Too much of a good thing changes poles kids. Leave Jesus alone he wants to have some him time.

So yeah a lot happens that was quite significant during these first 4 years but I don’t remember much but a few glimpses. Bouncing on my dad’s chest, the lounge on a sunny Sunday, mom in a beige coat, long pretty hair, a family vacation where I wore this 2 piece I loved and there was a blue waterslide tube, a fight about racism (early 90s, go figure..but like also 2020 fr) a roller-skating rink, a “haunted” forest walk, Easter…. man that vacation was fun. Most of the things I remember were from age 4 onwards. But I do have snippets of before.. playing dress up with my cousins, hiding in cupboards, hiding behind makeshift tents, maaaaany makeshift tents, talks about camping outside by the pool (oh we had quite a nice sized house with a huge yard and quite a big pool too, I learned to swim when I was two, I spent a lot of time in and around water as a kidling) I spent and remember most of my time with my cousins and being angry at our aunts. I did ballet from the age of 4 as well, I remember my mom asking me if I wanted to do ballet and I said yes, we were in this blue ballet room where one of my cousins was busy with her class. She got here 7 or 8 years ahead of me too.

Idk my childhood was pretty colourful, even today, I remember it being filled with lots of adventure. At least until I started going to crèche, but only for mornings until the other kids got here and it took my mind off of the fact that my mom wasn’t there. I hated it when my mom left me anywhere, I still remember what that felt like and it’s still nauseating despite the fact that I’m about 26 years older now.

also i’m finally posting this now and the high has already worn off. 24 hours to go.

fuck.

[lesbiankiliel]

Erina’s Brand-New Star Wars Fic Rec List

Happy Holidays, have some Star Wars fics to read^^

sorted by rating, oldest-to-newest in my bookmarks, marked with * are special faves

under cut because so many good fics

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i'll see you (in my dreams) by Felurian (2.3k, Rey/Rose, soulmates, slow burn, Force-sensitive Rose)

Close by crystalfox (752 words, Lando/Luke, getting together, fluff)

Snow by crystalfox  (736 words, Lando/Luke, fluff, Luke likes snow)

The Edge by celeste9 (1.2k, Lando/Luke, established relationship, teasing)

*vast distances by spookykingdomstarlight (3.9k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, pining, awkward crush, I love these nerds)

Rey: Chaotic, Caffeinated, and Captivating by leia (shittyspacedads) (947 words, Rey/Rose, modern au, Rey is a disaster lesbian, Rose thinks it’s cute, Kylo is a punchline)

binary rituals by spookykingdomstarlight (1.9k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, love confessions, Luke is awkward but he tries)

the salt air by spookykingdomstarlight (4.1k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, love confessions, storms, emotional tension)

*****cynosure by spookykingdomstarlight (1.4k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, teasing, flirting, first kiss, so cute I just aasagfydsygfs!!!!)

*Maybe a Mistake by landocalrissian (3.3k, Rey/Rose, Finn/Poe, Jess/Karé, modern au, fake/pretend relationship)

*****through hardship to the stars by penhaligon (28k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, getting together, adventure, Force ghosts)

*****There Is Another by stitchy (comic, Han/Leia, role reversal au, Leia is a farmgirl and Luke is a prince)

*****Here Among The Clouds by stitchy (12k, Lando/Luke, Han/Leia, sequel to There Is Another, romance, this is one of those fics I’ve reread a million times)

*apogeic by spookykingdomstarlight (1.7k, Lando/Luke, pre-TFA, established relationship, reunions)

dance with me and i'll soothe your pain by Felurian (1.8k, WIP, Rey/Rose, Finn/Poe, Lando/Luke, sequel to “i'll see you (in my dreams)”, Rey Skywalker, Force-sensitive Finn, Force-sensitive Rose, slow burn)

what yellow smells like by catbeans (1.1k, Lando/Luke, Force tricks maybe, a whole lot of cuteness)

*****Bed Rest by crystalfox (1k, Lando/Luke, sickfic, fluff)

Falling in Love with the Right Now (Poster Boy) by akaparalian (1.6k, Zeb/Kallus, pre-slash, pro-Rebellion propaganda, Kallus did not sign up for this when he joined the Rebellion)

Hoth is (Not) for Lovers by bar2d2s (1.2k, Zeb/Kallus, Hoth is a cold-as-balls hellhole, get Kallus out of there right now immediately)

Mistaken Identity by crystalfox (1k, Lando/Han, au, humour, Lando is mistaken for a wanted criminal, he does not approve, excuse you does he look like a criminal)

*****Flowers by crystalfox (758 words, Lando/Luke, fluff, humour, Luke doesn’t know anything about flowers and it doesn’t end well)

*The Mission by crystalfox (1.8k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, adventure)

*****Like Rain on Scorching Sand by thevalesofanduin (3.8k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, grieving, hurt/comfort, Lando and Luke return to Tatooine for a short while)

*****The Goal Is Not To Fall by White_Rainbow (64k, Zeb/Kallus, mutual pining, long distance relationship, slow burn, amazing characterisation like holee sheeet, the rest of the series is brilliant too)

Falling by sateenkaarivarjo (1.4k, Rey/Rose, Finn/Poe, canon divergence, Rey and Finn’s roles are reversed, fluff, light angst, everyone is gay)

*****A Family Affair by ladyoakenshields (3.6k, Hera/Kanan, Anakin/Padmé, canon divergence, everyone lives/nobody dies, Anakin didn’t fuck up during RotS, Team Jedi Dads™)

Moving On by The_Plaid_Slytherin (1.2k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, first kiss)

machinations by spookykingdomstarlight (1.3k, Lando/Luke, established relationship, minor injuries)

friendly competition by glitter_ghostie (747 words, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, fashion, dancing, reunions)

*Mhi Su'cuyi by Poplitealqueen (1.1k, Rex/Obi-Wan, Major Character Death, Obi-Wan isn’t okay after Mandalore)

*Padawan Rex AU by Poplitealqueen (27k, WIP, Rex/Obi-Wan, slow burn, Force-sensitive Rex, right now in a cliffhanger and I’m in agony POOOPPPP)

*****Calling me home by smaragdbird (1.5k, Lando/Luke, fluff, Lando is on Ahch-To with Luke, established relationship, heck they’re married, TLJ whomst’ve we don’t know him)

*****Kitten by crystalfox (658 words, Lando/Luke, Calrissian-Skywalker family, Rey gets a kitten, inspired by my fic The Return of Hope and I love crystalfox forever ♥♥♥♥♥)

*Trusting a Gambler by Pontmercyingtilthecowscomehome (2.1k, Lando/Luke, yearning, lovers to friends and back to lovers)

*Perfect by skywalkersamidala (4.8k, Anakin/Padmé, canon divergence, fluff, OC Skywalker baby, in other words everything is beautiful and nothing hurts)

*Glimpse by crystalfox (1.6k, Han/Leia, Lando/Luke, Leia-centric, au, angst, Leia sees the ghost of her mother)

*****Air Circulation (Between Our Lungs) by EclipseMidnight (EternalEclipse) (1.1k, Rey/Rose, getting to know each other, getting together, kissing, super super cute ♥♥♥♥♥)

*****still burning by skatzaa (2.9k, Ahsoka/Kaeden, pre-ANH, post-AHSOKA, sunburn, reunions, hopeful ending, I love this so so much)

*****Unexpected by crystalfox (2.6k, Lando/Luke, Han/Leia, fluff, humour, romance, Luke takes Han and Leia’s advice and surprises Lando. it goes downhill from there)

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*****Fall Into Light by Lupa_Eira (44k, Lando/Luke, soulmate au, OT retelling, my actual favourite *heavy breathing*)

*****Sleeping by Themisto (fanart, Lando/Luke, post canon, super cute, I picture this a lot when I write these two)

*Birthday by crystalfox (1.3k, Lando/Luke, fluff, humour, Lando doesn’t care about birthdays but Luke does. A lot.)

Interwoven by yunmin (17k, Lando/Luke/Wedge, post-RotJ, threeway pining, friends to lovers)

*****who gave you eyes like that, said you could keep them by owlinaminor (10k, Rey/Rose, Finn/Poe, college au, Shakespeare in the Park, useless lesbians, I got hooked at useless lesbians)

*Just Your Type by celeste9 (700 words, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, blind date)

Vacation by crystalfox (268 words, Lando/Luke, au, humour, Lando and Luke take a vacation but it’s not where they thought it’d be)

*Fashion by crystalfox (620 words, Lando/Luke, Lando finds Luke’s old poncho)

*****Touch by crystalfox (1.2k, Lando/Luke, humour, fluff, that is not how you meditate)

In the Middle of the Night by bar2d2s (1.8k, Zeb/Kallus, Hera/Kanan, Hera is pregnant and can’t sleep, Kallus can’t sleep either)

*Eudaemonia by Bur (7.9k, Zeb/Kallus, slice of life, emotional hurt/comfort, mild PTSD, adapting to peace is hard after years of war)

*****The Forest by crystalfox (1k, Lando/Luke, happens at the end of RotJ, fluff, Lando and Luke do stuff before joining the celebration)

Beggar's Canyon and Choosers by AceQueenKing (2.1k, Lando/Luke, au, first meetings, crash landings, Lando and Luke meet on Tatooine)

Hurry Up and Romance Me by zombiecheetah (1.3k, Finn/Poe, Rey/Rose, fluff, humour, everyone is gay)

*Black Cat by crystalfox (848 words, Lando/Luke, fluff, humour, Luke meets Lando’s cat at a really bad moment)

*****Let Me Call You Sweetheart by rogueshadows (4.4k, Lando/Luke, Han/Leia, modern au, misunderstandings, kissing, weddings, drinking, also Han loves Leia a lot and it’s adorable)

*Beyond the Clouds by SassySnowperson (DramaticEntrance) (23k, Luke/Biggs, Lando/Luke/Biggs, post-TESB, pre-RotJ, Biggs lives, polyamory, mutual pining, I ended up liking this a lot)

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*Feelings, for All My Life I'll Feel It by doctornemesis (5k, Lando/Luke, love confessions, emotional hurt/comfort, separations, reunions)

Five Times Kallus and Zeb got Cockblocked + One Time They Didn't by Kupo (2.4k, Zeb/Kallus, exactly what it says in the title)

*****The Colder the Winter, the Warmer the Spring by Anath_Tsurugi (73k, WIP, Zeb/Kallus, Hera/Kanan, accidental baby acquisition, pre Zero Hour, UST, partially established relationship)

*****so i choke on sun by outruntheavalanche (1.6k, Lando/Luke, post-RotJ, light angst, first time, hand jobs, they’re both pretty exhausted)

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*The Day the Bearded Jedi Walked In to Town by doctornemesis (4.8k, Lando/Luke, fluff and angst, sex, beard lust, reunion sex)

Credits Roll by lurrel (4.6k, Lando/Luke, sex, making up for first impressions)

Lending a Hand by orphan_account (4.8k, Lando/Luke, hurt/comfort, oral sex, romance, angst)

*Privacy by orphan_account (1.8k, Leia/Evaan, PWP, Force-sensitive Leia, oral sex)

*****Right Place, Right Time by NotebookishType (2.2k, Lando/Luke, flirting, first time, happens right after RotJ)

We Blew Up a Death Star (and Then We Blew Each Other) by cognomen (5.1k, Lando/Luke/Poe for sex, Lando/Luke for romance, PWP, welcome to the I Blew Up a Huge Planet-Destroying Space Station Club, hi we’re all drunk and ended up doing it together)

Happily Ever After (Seems so Fitting For) by ilovedyoubananakin (5.2k, Rex/Obi-Wan, hurt/comfort, stubborn idiots, we’re on a mission and oh look there’s only one bed what are we gonna do???)

*****A New Perspective by HelAuditore (32k, Lando/Han, Solo retelling, pining, Han is a dumb thirsty bitch, which was all I needed to know, enemies to friends to lovers, first time)

Not Rated

leave your broken windows open by sleeplessmiles (6.3k, Rey/Rose, first meetings, recovery, post-TLJ, pre-relationship, hurt/comfort)

[mwolf0epsilon]

DBH - A Russian Alien in Detroit

This one is a little more rushed, but I wanted to introduce Artyum and Val before I proceeded to mess around with any more of my androids.

The DBH fandom needs just as many interesting and fun human ocs as it has awesome android ocs!

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    In all of his 2 years of experience living in America, Artyum found that everything was kind of the same as his home city in Russia.

It stank of pollution and the people sucked ass, although very often he found that being so rude didn't do him any favours.

Or maybe just being a foreigner already screwed him up big time. He couldn't decide which one was it just yet...

    On arrival he'd been fresh out of uni, with his engineering degree still holding that pleasant new smell, and his hair being cut short and beard trimmed to perfection.

His grandmother had always told him first impressions mattered when going to a job interview, and applying for an apprenticeship at Cyberlife in America meant that he had to be careful with how he spoke, dressed and worked.

Perfect and efficient were what she'd told him to go for. Never less.

His father in turn, had told him to be better than that, so as to show the Americans how Russians got shit done. Honestly, he'd tried.

But when you're Russian and your country is having a dick measuring contest with the one you're supposed to live in for work reasons, you can kiss the simplicity of a nice life goodbye.

His superiors had hated him for being a “Commie” spy, and they'd all treated him like a trash fire for looking older than he really was.

Genetics were a bitch, and the male side of the family all reached 6’ in their early 20s.

He was 21 and built like a bear.

The chief engineer who was a pretentious jackass with the self-confidence of a worm, really didn't like that in particular.

Apparently being outsized, outweighed and outsmarted by a 21 year old graduate, was a personal blow to his fragile ego.

Really there was nothing, short the food and work, that got a tiny bit of pleasure out of his stay in the country.

And then working in the engineering department, testing the newly built androids, became less fun and more nerve-wracking.

    Everyone in his department knew about the “Defects”. The androids that just didn't come out working as they should.

His supervisor told him that he should flag any of the 'droids that just bugged out and acted up weirdly, but honestly?

Something just never felt right about it when he did it. A sort of gut feeling that had nothing to do with the sugar glazed donuts and redbull he'd had for lunch.

And then, being the curious idiot that he was, Artyum Kutznekov just started really paying attention to his tasks, rather than punching in his card and disassociating for the day until his shift ended.

The false bliss he'd felt over working his “dream job” had come crushing down when it really clicked what he was doing.

The “Defects” weren't so much as glitching androids as they were aware.

And not just a simulation gone wrong. They were scared, and it was REAL.

    Artyum wasn't that clean shaven nerdy boy anymore. He wasn't sucking up to Cyberlife and it's corporate vampires. He'd quit, sent a letter home, got a lecture back and then said fuck it to everything.

He became an official citizen of the United States and moved into some shitty hellhole of an apartment, right above some Brazilian couple that fought every night and then fucked their brains out at 4 am. The above tenant was nice, an old Scottish grandmother who'd greeted him with a beer and a few words.

 “Welcome to the most culturally diverse part of Detroit. We get all the immigrants here.”

 “Is that good or bad?” He'd asked.

 “Russian. Tsk tsk… Lose the thick accent and ya might not get shot in an alleyway.”

 “Would be much better than to live in America anyway...”

 “That's the spirit lad. You'll fit right in.”

She hadn't been kidding.

There were a lot of people with different ethnic backgrounds in the apartment and they weren't all that bad.

One of them, Val, was a young 19 year old latina who lived in the basement floor.

No parents, no other relatives, just her and her android dog, Regi.

She was as smart and cunning as a fox and had the tongue of a sailor. Nana Agnes scolded him for giving the kid vodka sometimes.

It kind of paid off that he'd befriended her in the end, after Sergei came into his turbulent life.

 “So, couple of custom parts and something to help save his skin?” The girl grimaced “Sugar, you're really killing my buzz here. That android is fuuuucked.”

 “Tell me something new...I know it is a difficult task, but I am being at...At wits end. Repairing is easy, yes? But customizing to fit older model is your bread and...and.” he paused, clicking his tongue for a second of annoyance as he tried to recall the proper term.

 “Butter. My bread and butter, which requires pay.” Val rolled her eyes. “I swear, you're a heck of a fuckin’ dictionary Artie, but how can ya remember the precise name of biocomponents and shit, if you can't remember how to say butter or even spork?”

 “I studied! Manuals have all information on complex parts, but they do not come with information on what one is to put in toast!” He pouted. “Also combining spoon and fork is most stupid thing I have ever been told! There are different utensils for reason!”

 “Oh my god Art you're killing me.” Val smirked “And fiiine. I'll get you those parts, but ooonly if you let me tweak the voice box for Sergei.”

 “You are enabler though! You will give him annoying voice that will get on my nerves!” he'd complained.

 “Hey! Sergei's all about dat sweet sweet gay culture. If he wants a super funny and cute nasally voice, let my boi have one! Bitches gotta go all out my dude!”

 “I swear I do not know why we are friends.”

 “Cuzz I'm such a charmer, and you're bored of hearing Marcello's and Joana's soap opera dramas every morning.”

 “Becoming listener of their activities was not a choice.” He reminded her.

 “And the term you're looking for there, is vouyer~”

 “I am not a vouyer!!!”

 “No, but you're a big hairy dude that lives with a gay robot that's missing several limbs and a lot of screws.”

 “You make it sound very questionable.”

 “I build custom vaginas and dicks for androids that can't consent, while knowing that there are living ones fighting for their rights in this shit show of a city. Life's fucked. Let me have fun at the expense of my Russian bear neighbour and his twinky android roommate.”

 “I will drink to that.” he replied as he took both their glasses for a refill.

 “Yeah could sure do with another drink. To our shitty weird as fuck life.”

 “Amen.”

 “Like God would condone any of this, lol.”

    America wasn't all that great, neither was Russia really, and honestly Artyum had chosen a poor time to move into Detroit, but hey...

If he hadn't died in some alleyway because of hate crimes, then he was surely not gonna die because of what was up with the city and it's "Deviancy problems".

If he did, at least then he'd die knowing he wouldn't have to get shot at the grocery store for having a thicker accent than people were comfortable with.

Until then he was content with repairing Sergei. The PL600 sure could use a helping hand after he'd been put through, whatever the fuck his twisted owner had done to him before Artyum found him in pieces.

[thot-central-groupchat]

Welcome to Thot Central!

Allow me to introduce you to our stars of the show!

These will be how they’re gonna be tagged.

Clau Is a dirty dyke (and a wonderful gf) Cloudia is Mother Thotesa Ben is inching towards world domination one bad joke at a time Juli is a midget Pendejita is Pendejita Jacob is Captain Kirk Johann is a OwO Gaby is a hoe Marco is a capitalist Annika is a BI BITCH Gabby is the most superior 👏 Amber is an alchoholic british kween Felipe is a gay man whore

(Last names and stuff have obviously been taken out for privacy purposes.)

I’m Gaby btw! Looking to see if Clau and Juli join, but idk, we shall see!

WELCOME TO THOT CENTRAL, YOU’LL BE SEEING SOME TEENAGE BULLSHIT IN THIS HELLHOLE!

[imagine-loki]

Packless Monsters

TITLE: Packless Monsters CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 47/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper’s life RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

     You reclaimed your position standing at the head of the table. Confident, though your outfit currently consisted of sexy lingerie and Loki’s cloak. Loki stood protectively behind you, a reassuring presence. He didn’t know what you were going to say, but he would support your decisions.

    You turned your attention to Samuel and Fenrir, though you addressed the room at large. “Though I killed Jareth, I have no intentions of taking over as Alpha myself,” you heard the sighs of relief from the others. While it was your right to take over the pack, and could definitely do it with Loki at your side and defend your position, you had no intentions of living in this hell or staying here a moment longer than you had to. “Samuel, will you make the announcement that anyone wishing to be considered to be the new Alpha is to meet in the courtyard in an hour’s time?” Samuel was technically in charge until the next Alpha was chosen. He had been sent here by Fenrir to watch over the pack while they decided if Jareth could be left in charge.

    “I will. Rachel and I have been staying in the Alpha’s house. You are welcome to make your preparations there,” Samuel replied. He really meant ‘please put on real clothes before your boyfriend kills us all for seeing a single centimeter more of your skin than he deems acceptable’

    You nodded and took Loki’s hand. “I will see you in an hour’s time,” you told the room. You turned, grabbed your combat boots from where they’d landed when you’d shifted forms.

    “Are you sure I should not just kill them, darling?” Loki asked mournfully, reminding the group at large that you were protected very well from moronic overgrown dogs.

    “I’m sure. The sooner I pick one of them, the sooner we can go home to our family,” you replied and kissed his cheek.

    “Your family is here bitch,” the third snarled. You whirled to face him, to face his accusation. “You’re the one who turned your back on us, on your duty to the pack. Now you come back here with this… false mate and claim rights to dictate our lives?” He was complaining you weren’t married to Loki too, but that wasn’t the part that pissed you off at the moment.

    “I turned my back on you?” you snarled at him in indignation. “I didn’t do my duty? You all have failed in your duty to those weaker than you. You have all failed as dominants. I left to escape blatant physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, which you all turned a blind eye to. My only crime to deserve that abuse, those correction as Ferris like to call them was not being able to give peace to the pack. You all know damn well that a tortured Omega has no peace to share and none of you did anything. I saved my life by leaving this hellhole and now you have the audacity to claim that I turned my back on you?” you growled.

    He opened his mouth to speak again, his eyes narrowed in challenge, when you realized his fatal error, and fatal it would be. He had questioned your relationship with Loki. He didn’t realize yet that he was a dead man. Loki turned calmly to you, tucked his cloak more firmly around you protectively and kissed your forehead. “One moment, my darling,” he told you warmly, but too courteously, too pleasantly. Before you could do anything, Loki had moved from your side and was holding the wolf by the throat against the wall. He didn’t even say anything to the terrified wolf, just killed him viciously, splattering his blood all over the walls. He dropped the body to the ground, disgusted.

    “You had all been warned,” he told the horrified wolves in the room as he returned to you and wrapped an arm around you, tucking you safely against his side. “Allow me to make the warning explicitly clear so no more mistakes are made. Y/N is mine. She is under my protection, under my care, and my love. Official marriage or no. She. Is. Mine,” he growled the words at the wolves with such deep malice in his words that you’d never heard before. “I have the power and training to kill you all without breaking a sweat and you all, Samuel and Fenrir excluded obviously, deserve it for your crimes against my lady. The only reason any of you are still breathing is because she believes your actions were due to a corrupt leader and has too big of a heart. I do not and I shall not allow insults upon my lady to go unchallenged. Do I make myself clear?” he demanded of the room at large.

    The wolves, dominants all of them, and all the strongest in the pack bowed their heads to him and muttered “Yes, sir,” like obedient puppies.

    You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Come along, love, let’s let them get this mess cleaned up. We’ll see them and the others who wish to petition to be Alpha in an hour,” you told him warmly. Dominance challenges and displays of violence had been your life for 18 years. His display didn’t affect you.

    “As you wish, darling,” he replied and kissed the top of your head. His arm still around you, he walked out of the room with you. There was an audible sigh of relief from the occupants of the conference room as the tension and danger left the room. Loki stopped you a few steps outside of the room. He gestured to your outfit. “Allow me, little wolf,” you nodded and he kissed your forehead. You sneezed as his magic shimmered around you and you were dressed again in your outfit from earlier, including all of your daggers.

    “Thank you,” you told him warmly and kissed him.

    “Are you sure you would not like for me to just kill them for you?” he asked again.

    “Not yet. They get a chance,” you reminded him. He sighed and pouted.

    “Very well,” he grumbled.

    “C’mon, we have an hour. Let me show you around.” He didn’t want to see any more of this place than he had to, and you didn’t want to really show him either, but he needed to see the hell you grew up in.

    So you gave him the tour of the compound, showed him the cafeteria, the school which was empty at this time of day, training room, the bachelorette wing where the unwed females lived, and finally stopped in front of an apartment. You hesitated, staring at the familiar door. “What’s in here, love?” Loki asked softly. His anger and temper had been rising throughout the tour. He couldn’t believe that anyone had been raised here and he hated that you had.

    “The closest thing I had to home,” you finally said and raised a hand to knock on the door. You waited, fidgeting with nerves for the door to open. You relaxed and actually smiled when Dan opened the door.

    “Y/N!” he exclaimed and wrapped you in a hug. Loki stiffened behind you, but didn’t kill your brother on sight. “Come in! I heard you were back! Samuel told us you came for the Choosing. Hey, Loki!” he called over your shoulder. “Come in! You’re looking a lot better than last time I saw you. Knew sis could fix you up,” he grinned. Loki actually gave him a small smile, the first smile given to anyone besides you since he’d been here.

    You walked into your old home with Dan and realized how…small it was. You hadn’t noticed compared to a dorm room, but the apartment was tiny, dingy, old. Ethan came running in from their shared room and nearly tackled you in a hug. You grinned and returned the hug. “I missed you,” you told him. “You grew,” you accused. He laughed.

    “It’s been four years, sis, of course I did,” he teased.

    “I’m sorry I had to leave, kiddo,”

    He growled. “I’m not a kid anymore.” You rolled your eyes.

    “Sure you’re not,”

    “Dan said you had to leave, but…” his eyes were sad, haunted. You pulled him to you in a hug.

    “I did have to leave. Jareth was just going to keep hurting me if I didn’t,” you told him softly.

    He nodded against your shoulder. “That’s what Dan said. Mom… wasn’t as nice,”

    “She kept your room the way you left it,” Dan said, drawing your attention away from Ethan and painful memories. “She kept insisting you’d be back. If there’s anything you want to take with you…”

    “You’re not staying?” Ethan asked.

    You shook your head and pointed to the Avengers magazine on the coffee table. “You know I’m working with the Avengers. Loki and I can’t live here. We have a lot of things to do on the outside. And work for Fenrir too,” you told him. Plus, you couldn’t live in this hellhole again, but you wouldn’t tell Ethan that. For all that he was a teen now, he was still your kid brother and didn’t need to know about that. “So you can have my room,” you told him. He jumped for joy at that. You gave him a small smile and took Loki’s hand, leading him to your old room.

    “You lived here?” Loki asked, horrified still. You nodded. The room was smaller than your dorm room, the tiny window was barred, the walls undecorated gray concrete. The room was nearly barren besides the small bed and the belongings you’d left behind in your haste to leave.

    “Yep, this was home,” you told him sadly, looking around the small sad room that had been your refuge.

    “Never again,” he snarled, pulling you into his arms and holding you too tightly. “Never,” he growled. “Whatever it takes, whatever I have to do, you are never living like this ever again,” he swore, anger and sorrow in his tone.

    “I won’t ever have to,” you reminded him. “I’ll have earned my degree in a couple months. I have a good job with Stark Industries, a place in the Avengers, I have a place to live, and more importantly, family and home,” you reminded him. He relaxed and kissed the top of your head. He finally let you go and you gathered up a few belongings you’d had to leave behind the night you left, digging under your bed for trinkets and a couple old well-loved books. You’d chosen clothes over anything sentimental the night you left. You packed a small bag of sentimental things you’d had to leave behind. “Would you do me a favor?” you asked softly, hesitantly. He inclined his head. You handed him the bag. “Mind sending that home for me?” you didn’t want to carry it around the compound, didn’t want anything to happen to it.

    “Of course, love,” he replied and the bag vanished. You sighed in relief.

    “Thank you.” You hated asking him to use magic on your behalf and avoided it as much as possible. The fact that you had told him how much it had meant to you. You knew he appreciated that you didn’t use him for his abilities. “That’s everything in here,” you took his hand and dragged him from the room before he could blow it up out of anger that you’d lived here. “We need to get going to the Choosing,” you told Dan and Ethan when you left your room.

    “We’ll see you there,” Dan replied. You hugged them again, they shook hands with Loki, and you and Loki left the tiny apartment. You opened the door to leave the apartment anyway, and saw your mom about to open the door to come in. You stepped back into the living room, thinking optimistically that she’d want to see you.

    She looked shocked for an instant before she glared at you. “You dare show your face here after what you did?” she demanded, stepping into the room after you. She slapped you hard across the face. “You ruined all of our chances!” she shrieked. Loki swept between you and grabbed her wrist when she raised her hand to slap you again.

    “You get one pass because you’re Y/N’s mother,” he snarled at her, squeezing her wrist so the muscles creaked in protest and she cried out. “And that is only because she cares. You have never cared for her beyond using her as a pawn for your own schemes. You ignored her pain for years and I will not forgive you for that. She killed Jareth, yes, and he deserved it many times over. If you harm her in any way, shape, or form, again, I will kill you despite the fact that you are her mother. Are we clear?” he growled. She whimpered a protest. His hand squeezed on her wrist and you heard the bones shatter. Loki moved, turning so she was in the room and you were backed through the door. He pushed your mom toward Dan. “Do not let me catch sight of her again,” he told Dan, who nodded his agreement.

    Loki swept you both through the door in the next instant. He placed a cold hand against your cheek. “Are you alright?” he asked, using a touch of power to heal the bruise before it could even form.

    “I’m fine,” you told him with tears in your eyes. He snarled at your tears and took a step back toward the apartment to kill your mom. “Leave her be, Lo. She’s never going to change and I never have to see her again after today.” He growled, but kissed your forehead.

    “This is her only pass, love,” he told you softly.

    “I understand that. I’m sure Dan will press that information upon her too. We’ll never see her again,” you reassured him. He nodded and you took his hand to finish the tour. You showed him the Alpha’s house and Rachel greeted you both warmly. The Alpha’s house was basically a mansion in the middle of the compound, at the edge of the outdoor training yard/park that was in the middle of the compound, surrounded like the prison-like building. Loki’s temper was on edge again that the Alpha lived here while the pack was in the prison.

    “Children, come along. The dominates are going to be playing out here soon,” the pack nanny called across the park. You grinned and stepped away from the Alpha’s house into the park proper and howled a greeting to the pups.

    They howled back and ran over to you, swarming you and Loki in happy wagging tails. Some of them had been running in human form. “Mega! Omega!” they called happily. Most were boys of course, but there were a couple of girls in this puppy pack. You grinned and petted and greeted all of the puppies. Loki was right there beside you, happy around the children.

    One of the guard wolves announced the hour with a howl. Your time was up. “Puppies, go with Nanny now. We have to play with the dominates,” you told them kindly, but firmly. There were sad puppy noises, but they obeyed and ran over to the nanny. You waved to her and went to go face the applicants for the position of Alpha. You kept your hand in Loki’s. His temper was too volatile right now to be left to his own devices.

    You saw the assembled men waiting for you. Fenrir, Samuel, and most of the pack were there as well. They wanted to see who would be chosen for the new Alpha. Your brothers were there too, though thankfully no sign of your mom. You stepped up onto the platform set up for outdoor meetings. Loki followed, a threatening dominant presence. Plus you still weren’t letting him go to slaughter all of the wolves. The crowd in front of you silence at once. “You all know me. I am Y/N, Omega, formerly of this pack, now of the Alpha pack. Samuel has told you the tale, leading to why I’m standing in front of you on this day, but I retell it now. Hear the truth in my words. Jareth challenged me to a dominance battle. I won the challenge. Afterward, he attacked my mate in wolf form, and infected him against his will. As was my duty and right, I killed him for breaking our laws. Our laws are clear now. Either I must take up the mantle of Alpha myself, or choose someone worthy to rule the pack,” there were murmurs, surprise that a tiny Omega had won a dominance challenge against an Alpha, surprise he had even been dumb enough to challenge when it wouldn’t benefit him, surprise that you had killed him for hurting your mate. There were more whispers about old myths of the Omega’s rage. You raised a hand to silence them. “Would any who wish to be considered for the position of Alpha of this pack, please step forward now?”

    The men who had been in the conference room all stepped forward (besides the one Loki had killed of course), a couple other ambitions young men, and… Dan. You hadn’t expected Dan to submit himself for consideration, he wasn’t one of the most dominates, but… that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You glanced over at Samuel, who nodded. Your decision was made, but you had to pretend to give them a fair shot. You leapt lightly down from the stage, waving to Loki to wait up there for you, and went to question each man on his motivations, intentions with the pack.

    You stepped back to the stage when you had finished. Loki reached a hand down and lifted you easily back up onto the stage. You kissed his cheek in thanks. “My decision is made,” you announced to the crowd. “The next Alpha will be under the guidance of Samuel and his mate Rachel, as they have agreed to remain here until he is trained and ready to rule on his own. He wants to lead the pack into a new era that aligns with Fenrir’s plans and goals for the wolves and is the best man for the job, caring not only for the pack as a whole and power, but also for her people. With that said, my decision is that the next Alpha is Daniel,” you gestured to your shocked brother.

    There were some surprised whispers, but the proper applause came. You leapt lightly from the stage again to hug Dan. “Congratulations,” you told him.

    “Just because I’m your brother?” he asked softly so the others wouldn’t hear.

    “You heard my speech. It’s because you’re the best man for the job. Do me one favor, though. Move Ethan into the Alpha’s house with you and not mom,”

    “Done,” he told you firmly.

    You kissed his cheek. “Then my work here is done.” You hugged Ethan, Samuel, Fenrir, and Rachel goodbye. Loki said his goodbyes as well and actually congratulated your brother. You took his hand to leave and escape this place for good.

    “I’ll invite you home once we get this place in proper order!” Dan called after you. You waved in reply.

    “So, where would you like to get ice cream from?” you asked Loki after you’d climbed back in Tony’s car.

    “The little place near the tower,” he replied automatically. You grinned and drove straight there. That shop knew you both and were no longer surprised when Loki turned Jotun while he ate his ice cream. They were polite and didn’t pressure you just because you were famous. You stopped in front of the ice cream place and told the car to drive itself home. You could walk back to the tower from here.

    “The usual dearies?” the lady behind the counter asked when you walked in.

    “How about the Bad Day Special instead?” you asked as you stepped up to the counter with the still emotionally compromised Loki. He kept a step back, his arm wrapped around you to reassure himself that you were ok.

    “Coming right up. Go find a table. I’ll bring it over to you,” the lady told you kindly. She would add it to your tab. You smiled, thanked her, and took Loki’s hand to lead him to your usual table. You frequented this place a lot.

    “Calm down, Lo. The pack business is over. We never have to go back there again,” you reminded him once you were both seated.

    “You were raised in a prison worse than the dungeons on Asgard, you were insulted by those…men, and your mother hit you, and you expect me to be calm?” he growled, frustrated, angry, sorrowed by your life before you’d escaped.

    “Yes, I was raised there. Yes it was awful. I ran away from that life. The man who insulted me is very much dead. I’ll never see the woman who birthed me again,” even you growled at that.

    “When I take you to Asgard, I’m sure Mother will adopt you as her own,” Loki said, a fond smile appearing when he thought of Frigga. “It’s what she does. She’s gentle and kind and loves everyone, and she will love you, my darling,”

    “I’d love to meet her someday,” you told him warmly. “I love my life now. I love every minute that I get to spend with you. I love my work, I love the team and the weird, crazy family we’ve built together. I love my life, but more importantly, I love you,” you told him firmly. He smiled truly then, relaxing since you were properly happy, safe, and out of that hell.

    He was still smiling when the ice cream lady brought you two overflowing bowls of the chocolatyest ice cream she had. Loki turned Jotun the second the ice cream touched his tongue, but no one commented on it. It embarrassed him, but if no one said anything, he could ignore it. Plus he loved ice cream, desserts in general, but most especially ice cream.

    “I love you as well, little wolf.”

[long-roads-travelled]

Chapter 7 Part 1

I lit a fire in the fireplace, trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t bother Ossian and Deklan. It was just three in the morning, according to the clock in the kitchen, and I’ve only slept an hour. I sighed when the fire went and promptly sat on the floor in front of it, my hugging my knees in the otherwise dark and lifeless room. The few mounted heads of rabbits and rams Dek had killed long ago leered at me from the wall to my left.

Owl’s hooting and fox’s barks somewhere out in the woods kept me company in the dimness. The crackling of the fire did too, but it wasn’t living. The flame itself was comforting to stare into, but not enough tonight.

The scuffle I had with Duana a couple days ago hadn’t stopped bothering me. It wasn’t because of Duana herself, though. The way she gripped my neck… well, it brought back memories. Memories I’ve tried so hard to erase that wouldn’t stop trickling back now. I wasn’t yet strong enough to fight them back for good, it seems. Memories, distant shouts of my father’s neverending anger and the far-away shattering of things began to take me over, stomping down any rational thought I’d had beforehand.

I started rocking back and forth, biting my lip with my ears fully pinned. My da’s angry, whiskey-slurred voice rang out in my head nonstop, telling me about how I’d never be worth anything no matter who married me. My ma’s voice shouting, berating me for being unable to have a child most times, hating how I couldn’t keep a spouse. Both of them getting violent.

I began to breathe harder than usual, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to block out the voices, but to no avail. I couldn’t hear anything else. I felt like I was back there. I thought I was.

“You’ll never be worth shit,” I heard. “You’re a damn slag! It’s no wonder you can’t keep anyone you marry!” he bellowed, that gravelly, commanding voice erupting from his throat and echoing through the raggedy old house.

He finished the whiskey and threw the bottle at me with the force of the winter winds on the coast, but missed. I heard the shattering of glass on the wood floor. “Can’t have no kids, can’t ‘ardly weave. Wha’s the point’a ya?! Layin’ ‘round here, wastin’ me precious time!”

I could only sob. It wouldn’t stop.

“A worthless scanger!” He found a fag in his pocket and lit it. A puff of smoke came from his mouth soon after. “I ought’a kill ya. Feed ya to the hounds, out in them feckin’ fields!” I could see him get closer, pointing at me. “You are dead to me. A disappointment! I should’a had a wee laddie. I bleedin’ deserve one!” He threw his fist back, winding up.

I felt a large hand on my shoulder as soon as my father reeled back, flinching away from it hard. I heard a voice, but couldn’t register who it was. “Go ‘way, g-go ‘way!” I pleaded, wailing. “I haven’t d-done an-nythin’!”

“Connie! Hey!” went the voice. I finally recognized it was Deklan, whimpering quietly as I came back to reality, curled up and rocking.

“Connie, you’re okay. You’re safe. Ossian and I are here. Calm down,” he said with the softest voice, keeping a fair distance away and crouched. “Whatever’s got you panicking isn’t here anymore.”

“Mm…” I kept my eyes down, my tail thrashing across the rug. One of them draped a quilt around my shoulders and I basically hid in it. I grunted and rubbed my belly before crossing my arm over it.

“Back with us, mate?” Dek asked. His patience was unmatched.

“Y-yeah,” I muttered. I rubbed my eyes, sniffling. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. It happens,” Dek whispered. He held a hand out towards me, an attempt to be supportive. I looked at it warily, then hesitantly took it. “There we are. Just calm yourself down, Connie,” he crooned, squeezing my hand with the most sincere gentleness. He inched closer, always making sure I was okay with it.

I sighed shakily and looked back down at the floor. I felt horrible for waking them up this early, but I wouldn’t dare say anything. I pulled the quilt tighter around myself, then rubbed my eye, still shaking like a wee leaf.

“Tea?” Ossian offered. I hadn’t noticed he was there, so I jumped, but nodded and took the mug, sniffing it before I sipped it.

Sterrin the buzzard flew out of his cage and landed on the floor in front of me, tilting his head. He’d been away for a couple days, so to see him safe and well again was a relief. I sighed quietly and extended my leg, letting him hop onto what wasn’t under a blanket, rubbing my arm as I took a sip of my tea.

The three of us sat in a comfortable silence for a good while, maybe an hour, Ossian and Dek knowing I preferred it like that when I was upset.

I stared into the fire, mesmerized by it. Who wouldn’t be? I got lost in my thoughts, absently running my thumb back and forth on my bicep. I didn’t pay any mind when Ossian told Deklan that he was going back to bed.

I knew my parents were miles away now—Hell, they were on the opposite end of the island—but for some reason, I still felt panic and dread when they came to mind. Would they come looking for me? Kill me for running? I don’t know. It was a hellish thing to think about, but it came up almost every night, even five years later.

“Hey,” Deklan whispered after the silence, “you wanna talk about it?”

“Uhm.” I shifted uncomfortably, flicking an ear lightly. I cleared my throat. “Not really.”

“That’s okay, I understand,” he hummed, his voice soft and comforting. “I’m here if you ever do.”

“Thanks,” I sighed. Eventually, I looked at him, understandably shy. “Uh. Would ya mind if I... slept in your room with you?”

“Sure man, whatever you think’s gonna help.” Dek got up, helping me up as well. Sterrin squawked and hopped off of my leg when I moved, going off elsewhere.

I followed Deklan back to the guest room he was staying in, rubbing my side, my ears still pinned back. He let me get settled in bed, saying he’d go put out the fireplace. I let him, curled up against the rickety headboard by the time he came back a few minutes later.

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As the sun rose slowly over our patch of woods, a few birds chirped to welcome its presence, the rustle of woodland creatures outside providing background noise. It had finally stopped snowing and the clouds have dispersed. The measly rays of the winter sun peeked through the curtains, so Sterrin hopped out of the makeshift nest that was underneath one nightstand and fluttered up onto the bed, waddling over our legs. They must’ve seemed mountainous to him.

That combined with the sun hitting my face made me finally wake up. I’d slept better with Dek there than I expected, but I wasn’t complaining. I grunted and shooed Sterrin away, which made him squawk, but he did hop off and go into another room. Presumably to Ossian’s room to pester him for food instead. I chuckled at the thought of it; that scrawny bit of a stallion, being harassed by a buzzard! What a sight.

There was a squawk and a distant gekker of surprise from Ossian’s room, followed by muffled jabbering and hoofsteps towards the kitchen a minute later. Atta boy, Sterrin.

I moved to lay back against my elbows, looking down at the still-sleeping Dek beside me. The gargantuan bey he was could hardly fit on the bed, which was obviously made for the humans before us who were under 185 centimeters, so he’d curled up during the night. His hair was fantastically bonkers, too. The fact that I was friends with one of the most amazing beygir in town was astonishing, really. A lowlife runaway like me actually making friends was a shock on its own.

I debated whether or not I should wake him up. I did keep them up pretty late the night before, so I decided not to, as much as I needed one of his absolutely fucking stellar hugs right now. I guess it would be best to let him sleep. Mustn’t risk a cranky giant stomping around.

I stared at him, tracing his face with my eyes as I got to thinking about the question he’d asked me in the woods during our little walk back from the river ages ago. Were things better in Rosnya? Skies above, what a loaded question. I didn’t have a clue. Surely it’s better than this righteous hellhole. All the papers say that Rosyna’s a treacherous land, but knowing the Cotharian government, well…

Bah, I mustn’t get too down on that. I’ve already got myself to get me upset. I’m sure Rosnya’s just fine. I’ve heard that the Rosnyan Empress—Sarangerel, I think—is a bit aloof and awkward, but she seems like a good bey. She cares, or at least tries her hardest to. That’s got to be at least somewhat admirable.

Outside, a nearby bird chirped, snapping me out of my thoughts again. I sat upright again and leaned over Deklan to grab my sketchpad from my nightstand, pursing my lips at the effort it took to not topple onto him. Like I said, don’t want a cranky giant.

“Aha! Got you, bitch,” I muttered to myself upon grabbing the sketchpad and pencil. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to face the window, then began to draw the usual, yet undeniably stunning, scenery outside. How could I not?

I sighed through my nose, pausing my hand for a minute to think and look up, which was when I also rubbed across my chest absentmindedly. A wee habit of mine, let’s say. I kept on with sketching out the low-lying shrubbery, twisting my hoof as I focused. It was a good time killer, this.

A good while passed—I don’t know how long exactly, but I was nearly halfway done—before I felt the bed shift. I closed the pad and looked behind me to see Dek grumbling with his arm over his eyes. He muttered something about the sun being a cunt, which made me snicker.

“Good mornin’ to ya, toss-head,” I said teasingly, putting my sketchpad up. “Slept in pretty late.”

“Ah, bugger off,” he whined, raising his hand to wave me off. I giggled again.

“I will never,” I grinned and tapped the white spot on the tip of his nose. “As long as you’re in my house, you’ll deal with me and my annoying ways.”

“Shite.” Deklan groaned and sat up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Do I gotta?”

“Yes. Now let’s go see if Ozzy’s made breakfast.” I hopped up, slapping his stomach with a cackle before scampering out to the main room.

“Oi! You—“ Dek huffed and chased me, grabbing me from behind. “Come here, squirt!”

“Lemme go!” I squealed, giggling and squirming around. “Noooo!”

“Feeling better from last night already, hey?” Dek commented, a laugh in his voice now too as he held onto me persistently.

“I might be,” I said through laughs. “Now lemme down, you gargantuan prick!”

“What’re you two gurriers doing?” Ossian chided lightly, peering in from the kitchen at us.

“Connie-boy here slapped my belly when I woke up!”

“And he won’t let me go!” I added, still wiggling around.

“Bozos,” Ossian chuckled. “As long as you aren’t killing each other, I guess.”

Dek and I laughed and went back to it, playful growls filling the the room. I gave up on wiggling and turned around in his arms. I climbed up him, swatting his hands away when he tried to pull me off. Cackling mischievously, I maneuvered around to perch on his shoulders, then draped my miniscule self over his head so my nose was against his beard. “Hello!”

“Bastard,” Dek giggled, lightly slapping his hands on my cheeks.

“Thank you. I take that as a compliment,” I stated confidently. I bit his nose playfully, then wiggled down to the floor while he laughed at me.

I sighed and rolled my shoulders once I was at ground level, running my hand through my wild hair, a smile still on my face. It was nice to get my mind off of things for a bit. I skipped over to see what Ossian was doing, wedging my face under his arm since he was so tall, although I did have to slouch over. He snorted at me in amusement and moved his arm to let me.

“Whatcha makin’?” I asked , grinning when he just giggled and shook his head.

“Ulster fry. Gosh, you’re in a fun mood this morning, huh?” Ossian poked my nose. I nipped at his finger, snorting ridiculously through my nose as I did so, which made him jump slightly and cackle.

“That answer your question?” I giggled, finally taking my head out from under his arm. Deklan was making tea now, which wasn’t necessarily a surprise.

“I guess it does,” Ossian chuckled.

I hummed softly, deciding to go get dressed while those two were busy. I popped into my room and closed the door, flinging off my pajamas. I opened my wardrobe and pulled out a cream-and-black chevron sweater, putting it on over my head before crouching down to find some pants, putting them on too. “Now, a final touch…” I muttered happily to myself, slapping on my old and worn leather flat cap with a grin just after. The black leg wraps went on before I left, going to sit at the kitchen table.

“Aye, the man’s clean on! Goin’ somewhere spiffy today then, mate?” Deklan erupted happily, looking at me.

Shyly, I grinned and shook my head, taking a seat in the chair in front of the window. “Nah. Figured I’d look nice for myself, you know. It helps with things like last night,” I replied honestly, looking down as I ran my finger along the grain of the wooden table. Deklan nodded in understanding and came to sit with me.

“Yeah, I get ya,” he sighed, watching my finger. “What was that about, anyway?”

I bit my lip at that, debating whether or not to tell him. Eventually I just shook my head. “I’ll tell ya later,” I murmured, my tail flicking from side to side rhythmically. “Right now I think it’s time to stuff our faces.”

“Agreed,” Deklan hummed, apparently not minding the change in topic. Ossian came over with plates for each of us and set them down in front of us, a smile on his face, as usual. Dek dove in immediately, and I chuckled at him as I ate in a decent manner, going for the sausage first. A pleased little hum came from my throat.

“By God, Dekkie, slow down. You’ll choke on somethin’,” Ossian chided and lightly gave him a pap on the head. Deklan looked up at him, his cheeks looking quite similar to a chipmunk’s and his fluffy ears pricked forward.

“Oh. Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the copious amount of food in his mouth. I giggled at him, which made him turn to look at me. “Wha’s so funny?”

“You— you’re— ha!” I snorted, laughing harder once I could see just how silly his cheeks were. He leaned closer to me, also smiling now, which just made me laugh even harder because of how ridiculous he looked. I hit the table, making the silverware clatter.

“Whaaaat?”

“Stop l-lookin’ at me!” I managed to get out through cackles, waving my hand at him. He giggled and swallowed his food, finally letting me catch my breath. Ossian was laughing at me now too, but mostly at our combined ridiculousness.

I kept giggling to myself anyway, in a drastically better mood than last night, which I intended to remain. I sighed eventually and continued on with eating my breakfast. We sat in a comfortable silence after that. Ossian finished first and got up to take his plate to the sink, his usual humming emanating from wherever he was.

“Lads,” Dek spoke up, “we should take a wee trip into town. See if we can find our mate Officer O’Driscoll,” he proposed, turning to look at Ossian when he said the last part. Ossian, unsurprisingly, perked up at that.

“Sure, I can do that. Let me get myself together,” Ozzy said giddily.

Deklan turned to look at me, his bushy blond eyebrows raised. “Whaddabout you, rawny?”

“I guess I can tag along,” I shrugged. “I still don’t like him much.”

“He’s a fine man, Connie.”

“Sure, but, well… I don’t trust the military,” I stated. I feel like I’ve said that millions of times in the past month.

“Give ‘im a chance, mate. He seems harmless enough,” Dek whined at me, his ears pinning and tail snaking about. It was hard to say no to him when he pulled that move.

“Ugh… Alright, fine. I will.” I rapped my fingers on the table before getting up. Deklan fist pumped in triumph, then headed off to put on better clothes, leaving me alone in the main room.

I looked around the place and sighed. My ears went back after a minute. I couldn’t help but acknowledge the feeling that something would go wrong today. Sighing, I shook my head and dismissed it just as the other two came back. They were pestering each other and laughing, as usual.

“Hey! Ready to go, pipsqueak?” Deklan chirped excitedly, stealing my cap to ruffle up my hair.

I snorted and turned to try and get it back, but he held it far above my head. “Really?” I huffed. Dek just snickered and nodded. “You’re forgetting something.” I jumped onto him, climbing up his tree trunk of a body, to which he squealed.

“Bastard! That’s cheating!”

“I’m getting it back fair ‘n square, shut up,” I snickered, giving him a pap on the head as I grabbed my cap back. I jumped down and put it back on with a victorious sigh.

“Whatever,” he chuckled, wiping off his shirt. He grabbed his canvas jacket and tossed me my trench coat, which I caught easily and put on. “No more climbin’ me.”

“Fine.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Ossian giggled as he put on his coat, shaking his head at us, making us giggle as well. He led the way out, Dek and I following him. Once we were on the path to town we picked up to a trot, but for me to keep up with their kilometer-long legs, I had to canter. Guess I didn’t mind some exercise.

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(this is labeled part 1 b/c i post from my phone so i have a paragraph limit and also it’s been too long since i’ve posted)