#I feel crazy but this is my special little au and I get to pick the rambling 💀💀

[solargeist]

okay so i completely don't know what's up with the kid xelqua au... can i get a brief explanation... just so i know basically what's going on... (or direct me to a post that already has an explanation, that works too!)

oh man. Uhh… brief…. Xelqua is an alternative Watcher version of Grian from a different timeline, who turns into a kid, and Grian takes care of him.

Full explanation under the cut 😇

KidXelqua AU is a continuation of EvoAU.

EvoAU is my AU about Grian’s life in Evo and being manipulated into joining the Watchers, and the effects it’s had on him then and after. 

The Watchers were specifically like family to him.

In EvoAU, during season 8 of Hermitcraft, they open up a hole in the ground to the void, known as the boatem hole, just like canon. However, the void has an effect on Watchers, granting them their enchantments. This slowly, and unknowningly, starts to affect Grian, along with his sleep deprivation, and makes him paranoid.

This all happens late into s8, practically the end of it.

This introduces Xelqua, which is literally just a full Watcher Grian under a different name. 

Xelqua is basically a doomed timeline Grian, he has no home to return to, and he’s never known Hermitcraft. He has no friends nor family, so he spends his time traveling through the void. 

Somewhat similar to ~bill cipher, if you will, Xelqua destroyed his own timeline, so he’s forced into other timelines. This means his code is unstable. 

There’s a somewhat positive to this, Xelqua is chaotic and enjoys causing trouble, he’ll go into servers and wreck things before leaving. Mostly, he likes to find other versions of Grian and encourage troublemaking. Quietly dropping a weapon near Grian, and whatever happens, happens ! Xelqua likes to watch. 

So Xelqua finds Hermitcraft, the server seems to be unstable at the moment, the moon ? Not even Xelqua’s fault, he just got here! But he does notice the familiar energy from Grian, and it’s interesting, fun even. Xelqua listens to Grian’s paranoid rambles through Boatem, and watches plucked fathers gently float down into the darkness.

Typically, Xelqua wouldn’t do this, but he doesn’t often—if ever—meet other Watcher Grians, so he reaches up and drags Grian into the void with him, before possessing him.

Xelqua can only do this due to their codes being almost exactly alike. Real easy to puppet when the glove fits !!

Um. This part is a bit vague since I haven’t seen enough POVs for s8, lol, I know there’s a lot of lore going on, but !! Xelqua crawls out of the Boatem hole, and it’s actually not super fun piloting an exhausted sleep deprived Grian, his muscles feel like lead, his wings are itchy from the plucked feathers and lack of proper preening, and he has a raging headache. 

Xelqua can see the code structure of servers, he reaches out and tears away at it, breaking the firewall and protections X has on it. It looks a lot like barrier blocks or chunk borders from his perspective. 

This burns Grian’s hands, as he doesn’t have the talons that Watchers have.

This opens the server up to all sorts of trouble, Watchers take notice of the instability, on a server they didn’t even know existed ! Typically they’re watching every server.

A group of Watchers get involved, Xelqua is still fighting with Hermits, Xisuma shows up 15 minutes late with coffee to see his server collapsing on itself.

Xelqua, satisfied with the attention and destruction, (but mostly just tired), leaves Grian and flies back into the void, followed by a few Watchers.

The rest of the Watchers decide to shut the server down and force the players to leave. (Not like they had a choice Anyway, but watchers are strict and controlling.)

I don’t know if Grian’s original Watchers are involved in this or not—likely, because it’d be the only reason the others don’t just kill Grian right then and there or take him back to the void themselves. I won’t get into it here.

Anyway, whatever, leaving s8 goes as it does in canon, boatem crew travel through the void into their new server. Grian clings to Mumbo the entire time. (Prior to this, Mumbo was the only Hermit to know about Grian’s past.) (I mean besides Xisuma and Pearl, but more so.)

Grian explains himself to the Hermits when they’re all settled in s9, Xisuma helps. 

Grian also has a brief recovery period, his wings are damaged and unkept, his hands are burned, nails cracked, the exhaustion and body ache in general…. 

Obviously, Xelqua secretly follows them to season 9. But he doesn’t say or do anything for a long while, he’s content just watching the server, in between the code.

Eventually he does show himself to Grian again, but he’s quick to defend himself, saying he means no trouble this time !!! Promise !!!! He did raid Grian’s fridge though, oopsies. 

For a while, on and off, Xelqua hangs around Grian’s house—the weird wizard shoe looking one. Maybe sometimes The Entity. Xelqua is just curious abt Grian, he’s a Watcher too, and a Watcher that doesn’t currently hate him, so they’re practically family. Grian is tolerating him. They do talk though, Grian finds out who exactly Xelqua is, and it’s not hard to believe, they do look exactly alike in face and build, but it is weird anyway.

Like I mentioned earlier, Xelqua’s code is unstable, so one day Grian goes home and finds a little kid there, drinking juice out of his fridge. They startle each other. 

Grian is confused and immediately suspicious. He gets no actual answers from Xelqua beyond just his name.

Grian spends the next few days watching this kid, not fully believing this is an actual kid, he assumes Xelqua is tricking him or something. It’s a stressful few days, Grian doesn’t get much done running back and forth. He’s beginning to wonder if this kid is Xelqua’s kid, the kid denies this, but does say it’d be cool if true.

Grian is forced to tell Xisuma about this, and also admit that Xelqua is on the server again. Slowly Grian introduces the kid to other Hermits, since he doesn’t know how long he’ll have to watch him for, until Xelqua gets back, assumingly ? Grians incredibly stressed out abt this, he faults himself for s8, and it’s only been a few months, but he’s seemingly causing trouble for s9. He thinks he’s always causing trouble for Xisuma.

Kid Xelqua, just like the older one, is also in and out of the server. Online and offline, if you will. This is insanely scary the first time it happens. Grian just can’t find him anywhere, he may find him annoying, but still, it’s a kid, it’s scary. Grian contacts Xisuma again, and through ~game mechanics, checks to see if Xelqua is ~online. He’s not. Grian can only assume Xelqua is messing with him, and had left again.

Next time, when regular adult Xelqua is on the server, Grian confronts him, asking where the kid is, what happened, what does he want, etc. Xelqua has no idea what he’s talking about. Genuinely. 

Xelqua has an unstable code, and occasionally he switches into other versions of himself; there's only four but he takes on the personality and cognitive ability. The kid version is mentally, emotionally, and physically a child, he knows he’s a Watcher, but that’s it. The switch uuusually only happens off the server.

Grian learns and treats each version as their own. Since they all share the same name, I refer to the main one as the Saint, the kid is obviously The Kid, there’s an Evo version, and an extra uniformed Watcher one. They all have their own memories, feelings, and relationships. 

Xelqua has been compared to systems or age regression, he serves sorta as an analogy, but the AU revolves around healing and inner child. (Which, I support systems and age regression !)

SOOO !!!! THATS !!! Where Kid Xelqua comes from. It’s convoluted. 

Kid Xelqua still ages and grows, but depending on how poor the Saint’s mental state is, he might be smaller than usual, regressing almost. 

In general, Xelqua starts to view Grian as a brother, that’s how their dynamic is, but the kid starts to view him more like a dad. (Grian also starts to view the kid as his son, his special boy ! His joy !)

Originally, kid Xelqua was a one off thing for something irrelevant, I just became obsessed with it, and here I am a year later. Lol.

[strwberrybils]

IDFC 2 | BILLIE EILISH.

୧ ‧₊˚ part one is posted !!

pairings & aus. billie eilish x fem!reader warnings. happy ending this time | kissing | angst & fluff author's note. hello this was request by a few peeps so here it is !! word count. 1.3k ish ?!

tomorrow has come. and if you were being honest with yourself, you felt like a mess.

the mid day sun cracks through the open blinds when you’re awoken to the sound of birds chirping and your music softly playing from your alexa. your bedroom is tranquil— but it’s cold and quiet. you have goosebumps running up and down your exposed skin when you look at the clock realize it’s already three in the afternoon.

usually billie would be awake, slithering into your room like usual to sit on the foot of your bed and sing to you or rant about any and everything. and of course— you’d prop your head in your hands and listen attentively as you talked for hours on end. but she doesn’t come, and it’s abnormal, so you wrap yourself in a blanket and sneak through the door, “billie?”

her name hangs in the air like it’s a burden, and there’s no response. it’s pin-drop quiet in your apartment and it makes you cringe, because it’s never this silent. and even if billie wasn’t home, she’d always tell you where she was going.

confused, and a little downhearted, you slide your feet against the hardwood floors and enter your kitchen, popping a pod of hot cocoa into the keurig when your eyes rest on a sticky note that’s plastered onto your favorite mug.

“needed to clear my head. i’m hungover as FUCK!

love you. be back soon. — billie.”

you nodded even though she wasn’t there, folding the sticky note and placing it in your hoodie pocket. your lazy eyes watch as the hot cocoa dispenses into your cup— the warm, chocolatey liquid nearly filling your pink mug to the brim.

it was only your favorite because billie bought it. just like everything else you owned that you took a special liking to. it made your stomach twist when you realized that your whole life was encompassed by her. everything you did was for her gaze, you longed for her, ached for her, and it was sick and twisted and crazy but you were crazy for her, and it just felt so damn right.

you’re curled up on the couch now, sipping at your drink, even though it burns your tongue everytime you swallow.

it reminds you of billie. you can’t help but bask in her presence everytime you see her, and even though it burns to love her— it hurts you so bad, you’re addicted to her. and it’s not her fault necessarily, because she doesn’t even know, but you’re not sure you can do this anymore.

it’s been years, what could possibly go wrong?

you’re stuck, that’s the issue. you haven’t even told anyone about this not-so-little crush, and you feel like there’s only one person on this entire planet who’s close enough to billie to give you raw advice, but also has been in love with the same person for years and years on end.

it’s so stupid, you think, and your hands start to shake when you pick up your phone and open your contacts app, your thumb hovering over the number.

finneas.

but you feel like there’s nothing else that you can do, so you click the ‘call’ button and it rings out a couple of times, and you almost pray and home that he doesn’t answer the phone. but of course, finn being finn, he picks up. and speak of the devil, claudia’s in the background.

“hello?”

“hi y/n!”

“that’s claudia.” finneas’ laughs echoes through the phone, “what’s up, kid?”

you suck in a breath before adjusting your position on the couch to get more comfortable, “hey…i just really need some advice right now, because there’s some shit i’ve been dealing with for so long and i feel like i’ll explode if i don’t say something.”

finneas makes a little “mhm” sound to acknowledge your statement, and there’s a moment of comfortable silence on the phone when he begins to speak.

“i’m listening. well— me and claudia, is that alright? if not, i’ll kick her out.” his tone is joking, and you giggle across the line, “no dude it’s alright.”

“okay, we’re all ears!” claudia laughs, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “i…i think i’m losing my mind,” you admit lowly, but laughing bitterly to play it off. “it’s about billie.”

“billie?” finneas questions, his tone more serious now, and there’s a little bit of surprise laced with worry in his voice. claudia’s gasp is audible through the phone and you squeeze your eyes shut, already regretting saying a single word.

you can’t even respond, you just bite your lip as your eyes flood with tears. you let out a quiet sob and claudia and finneas say nothing, but you can’t even blame them because the situation just slapped them in the face.

but when she finally speaks, claudia’s voice is gentle, yet coaxing. “what happened, y/n?”

“she came home drunk last night.” you whisper, your eyes stinging with more vulnerable, unshed tears. “she apologized for being a mess, for making me deal with her shit, and all i wanted to do was grab her and tell her she’s not a mess, that she’s perfect, that i don’t care about anything else as long as she’s in my life. but i couldn’t. i didn’t. and now i’m just sitting here, losing my mind because i don’t know what to do anymore.”

“how long has it been?” finneas inquires this time, and you throw your head back and let out a dragged groan when the realization hits you.

“it’s been almost six years of this shit, dude.”

“six?!” claudia and finneas speak in unison, sharing a loving giggle afterwards. but they know that this is serious and very upsetting to you, so their laughs quickly subside and they leave you with a second of silence before finn speaks.

finneas sighs. “y/n, have you ever considered…telling her?”

you let out a harsh laugh, wiping at your wet eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie, “and risk ruining everything? yeah, no thanks. i’d rather suffer in silence than ever tell her.”

“but what if she feels the same way?” claudia offers gently, her smooth voice soothing to your nerves, “you won’t know unless you talk to her.”

“i know she doesn’t,” you respond quickly, shaking your head even though they can’t see you. “she doesn’t feel the same way. she’s billie. she flirts with everyone. she kisses people like it’s nothing. i’m just…i’m just her best friend.”

you’re so caught up in your spiral that you don’t hear the front door open. you don’t hear the soft creak of billie’s jordan’s against the hardwood floors. you don’t notice her until she’s standing in the doorway of the living room, her face pale, her eyes wider than saucers.

“holy shit.” billie says, her voice barely above a whisper. “i don’t think i was supposed to hear that…but um…y/n?”

your heart stops.

everything feels so surreal right now that you’re not even sure you’re breathing. you want to cry, but no tears come. you want to scream, but your mouth hangs agape, lacking sound.

you don’t even move, you just stare hard at billie like she’s foreign to you— because she is now. the secret that you’ve kept from her for so long is now out, and she didn’t hear the watered down, bullshit version that you would’ve told her yourself— she heard the words raw, and there was nothing that you could do to make her forget.

she takes a step closer, her hands trembling as she shoves them into the pockets of her hoodie. you can tell she’s nervous too, and her face is so discolored she looks like she could throw up. she picks at the skin on her lips before she speaks softly, so softly you can hardly hear it. “are you… in love with me?”

you glance at the phone, still connected to finneas and claudia, and without another word, you reach over and end the call. they’ll understand— and claudia already texts you before you shut your phone completely off, your hands are shaking as you stand up, your knees threatening to buckle under you.

there’s no point in lying now.

“i— um…yeah.” you breathe, silent tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes bore into anything but billie. but billie stares at you, her chest rising and falling like she’s trying to catch her breath. “y/n…i— w-why didn’t you tell me?”

you laugh, but the sound comes out bitter and sharp, “well…because you’re you, billie. you’re the most important person in my life, and i didn’t want to risk losing you. i thought…i thought you’d never feel the same way, so i just ignored it.”

she’s quiet for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor. when she looks back up at you, her eyes are glassy, her voice trembling, like she’s scared too.

“but i do.”

your breath catches in your throat, and you feel like you’re gonna puke when billie speaks. your heart sinks but not in a bad way— it’s just so surreal to you. she felt the same way?

“w-what?” you stumble over your words, in disbelief, “are you sure?”

“i do.” she repeats, taking another baby step closer to you, eyes locking with yours, “and i’m sure. i’ve loved you for so long, y/n. i just…I didn’t know how to deal with it. i thought i was too much, that you deserved better than…this.” she gestures to herself, her voice breaking. “so i drank. i flirted with other people. i tried to hide it, but it never worked. it just made everything worse.”

tears are streaming down your face now, and you take a shaky step toward her. “billie…”

she closes the distance between you in an instant, her hands cupping your face, her thumbs brushing away your tears. “i love you,” she whispers, her voice raw. “i’m sorry it took me so long to say it. unironically…years.”

you giggle, but you don’t have time to respond before her lips are on yours, soft and urgent, and it’s like everything finally falls into place. her hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer as you kiss her back with everything you’ve been holding in for what felt like eternity’s.

when you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, her forehead resting against yours. “you’re not a mess,” you murmur, your hands tangling in her hoodie. “you’re perfect, billie. you always have been.”

she smiles through her tears, her arms wrapping around you like she’s afraid to let go. “i’m so sorry,” she says softly. “for everything. please, don’t ever let me let you go.”

you let out a small chuckle as she holds you,

“don’t worry, i won’t.”

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

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yourusername Life has been crazy lately, but we’re still here 💘

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alizemiaharlow THE PARENTS 🤞🏼

ezharlow Life has been kicking our asses, mostly dads 🤷🏼‍♂️

jackharlow Here you go…..

cassiewyatt ARE YOU GUYSSS BACK FROM VACATION????

yourusername Cass baby, you’re literally on our driveway 😂😂

cassiewyatt I knowwwww I want to make sure you guys were back lol

user1 WEVE MISSED YOU GUYS OMGGGG

user2 THE HARLOWS ARE BACK?????

user3 MOM AND DAD!!!

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jackharlow Did you miss us?

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ezharlow YES

ezharlow NEVER AGAIN LEAVE ME WITH YOUR DAUGHTER!!!!

alizemiaharlow 🙄 You’re so dramatic.

cassiewyatt 🤣🤣🤣 oh the amount of tea I have for you guyssss. But yes, we did miss youuuuu guys 🥺

jackharlow We’ll catch up on it all Princess.

claybornharlow Is this bad timing to let you know one of your demon spawns crashed y/n Supra?

yourusername EXCUSE ME WHAT?

cozane CLAY 🤦🏻

jackharlow It was Ezequiel wasn’t it?

ezharlow WHAT? MEEE? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ME??

druski It always is you. you came into this world to humble your dad 🤣🤣

jackharlow 🙄

claybornharlow So definitely not EZ

ezharlow HA IN ALL YOUR FACES

jackharlow MIA???? IT WAS MIA???

alizemiaharlow *blocked & runs away*

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alizemiaharlow The night everything changed 😭 MOM IM SORRYYYYYYY

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cozane Never again please

alizemiaharlow 🥺 I’m sorrryyyyyy

selenosunni 🤦🏼‍♂️ Scared us half to death

cozane Had me sweating and shit

urbanwyatt Wait why don’t I know about this?

urbanwyatt WHAT HAPPENED?

ezharlow How do you not know this? Doesn’t she tell you everything?

urbanwyatt APPARENTLY NOT

alizemiaharlow 🙄 Stop instigating cheesy

claybornharlow Ok let me clarify, she didn’t crash crash, a curb got in her way and it scratched up the tires and rims and a little pit of the paint.

ezharlow & if you know my mom, you know ever since she was a teen she wanted a Supra (thanks Paul Walker) so when dad bought it for her on their 6th year anniversary, she’s been putting in work and drives it on special occasions.

alizemiaharlow Way to make me feel even worse

yourusername I don’t care about the car, as long as YOU are okay Mia.

ezharlow Wait so can I keep it then since you don’t care about it?

jackharlow 🙄 NO

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ezharlow Today consisted of dropping off Goblin at the shop, and then taking the demon spawns out for ice cream- they picked out their outfit 🔥

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alizemiaharlow Demon spawns have style🔥🔥

jackharlow goblin and my babies looking 🔥🔥🔥

cozane what are you doing to goblin?

ezharlow Tunin’ it a bit

user if I had rich parents of course I would ask them for that car

ezharlow Gag on you my parents didn’t buy it for me.

claybornharlow Ace Sebastian and Arya Lizeth Harlow 🥺 the ones who have me wrapped around their little fingers.

alizemiaharlow Same & they know it 😩

user did you get that car with your mommy money

ezharlow Nah, with your daddy’s money.

user he probably doesn’t even know how to drive it.

ezharlow Ask your mom

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[i-luvsang]

do i get to know your name? — kim chaewon

pairing : idol!chaewon x fan!gn!reader ➖⟢ genres : fluff, idol!au ➖⟢ cw : nothing, i think!➖⟢ wc : 1K

chaewon falls a little bit in love with a lot of her fans. they’re all so pretty, so sweet as they grin and cheer her on. but god, the second she makes eye contact with you, with your eyes turned up and a smile so genuine and joyful that it lights your face up in a way she’s never seen before, it’s over for her. she sends you a wave and a wink, more than satisfied by your wild reaction as you scream in joy.

all night long, she pays special attention to you, always drifting back to you to point at you, pick up your phone and wave to it, even blow you kisses and send you hearts with her pretty hands. all while staring right at you, she talks into her mic about "how pretty our fearnots are." 

you think you must be going crazy. there's no way she'd pay all that close attention to you, right? you wonder if she always does this for other fans, but you can't help but deliver a happy reaction each time she does something that seems like it's just for you. she winks, and you wink back, making her grin even wider than before. she loves that she can make you shy in an instant, but that you’re willing to flirt back too.

she notices how kindly you act towards the other fans around you, and it hits her that she just needs to know you. chaewon can’t quite place it, but there’s something about you that has her thinking about you as she performs a song or the moment she walks in another direction to greet other fans.

after the concert, by some miracle, she manages to convince the staff to find you, and they actually do. you’re eternally confused when they invite you backstage, thinking it must be a joke or wondering if you did something horribly wrong to get in some sort of massive trouble.

they stick you in a random room and ask you to wait just a few minutes, brushing off your questions due to how busy they are. nervously, you pick at the hem of your shirt, the adrenaline from the concert still coursing through your veins, making it difficult for your brain to differentiate between the nervousness due to your unknown situation and the excitement of the rest of the night. to distract yourself, you pull out your phone, pulling up the video of chaewon grabbing it and posing for your camera. you giggle helplessly when she blows a kiss to the camera, then hands it back to you with a flirty smile that could have you melting right then and there.

you barely catch the sound of the door opening over the sounds of the screams coming from your phone. you quickly shut it off and set it down, hoping no one catches you in such a state. the device nearly tumbles straight to the floor when you look up to who opened the door.

you fumble for words, but she doesn’t let you flounder for too long before speaking.

“hi,” she grins, “sorry to keep you waiting, i just had to make sure i caught you before you left.”

her words don’t help you make sense of things at all, because it’s chaewon herself standing right in front of you.

“well, i mean, i-it’s okay! no worries, i’m so you’re so busy and exhausted right now and– yeah. um. did you, uh– need something from me?” mentally, you’re slapping your palm to your forehead. could i sound any stupider, you berate yourself in your head, still infinitely confused.

she can’t help but laugh softly, sweet and good-natured, at your flustered stake given how endearing she finds it. she always thinks it’s cute when her fans get nervous around her, but again, god, you’re just something different. with you, she just feels all the adoration tenfold when she looks at you, and she realizes that maybe love at first sight is real.

the smile she gives you is so sweet you really think you’re in true danger of melting this time. “well, you really caught my eye, i guess.” suddenly she’s feeling a little shy, too, realizing she’s never done anything like this before. but she pushes through it, easily back to her flirty and cute self. “and i couldn’t just let you disappear on me. you’re too cute for that.”

your eyes widen. you feel as though you must be hallucinating. “i– really?” is all you manage to say.

“really,” she confirms. “i know this is unconventional, and you don’t have to say yes to anything if you just want to stay my fan, but i’d really like to get to know you. if you want, let’s start with your name.” she grins, eager to hear your name so she can let it fall off her own lips.

“i’m– i mean, i would love that, i just– are you sure? i mean– that’s great, i’m just– just a bit– i don’t know, confused, i guess? this just … kind of doesn’t feel real,” you let out a disbelieving laugh, mostly at this whole situation and partially at how little sense you probably just made. and despite your last few words about this feeling fake, an uncontrollable grin tugs at your lips.

“i’m definitely sure,” she smiles right back at you. “and like i said, i know this is out of the norm, i get it not feeling quite real, even i’m a little confused right now, but truly, i just couldn’t get you out of my head since the moment we met eyes and i know that sounds super strange, but i’d really like to know more about you.

you let out another flustered laugh, but her words and the sincerity of her tone finally begin to sink in. “i’d really like that, too.”

she looks at you expectantly, like you’ve forgotten something. you raise your eyebrows questioningly, wondering what she’s looking for.

“so, do i get to know your name?”

[amazingmsme]

Last night I had an idea for an epic AU that is either really cool or really stupid.

So basically, the gods can be killed. But only with one specific weapon or tool that is special or sacred to them. For example, the Spear of Athena, or Demeter's labrys (a double headed axe for woodcutting). If they are wounded with that weapon, they might as well be mortal. Anything else, they can heal from. But this? Nah.

Which brings me to the next part. So remember how Poseidon is turned into Swiss cheese in 600 Strike? Well, Poseidons weapon, the one that can fatally harm him, is nothing other than his trident. You know, the very trident that Ody used to make him more see-through than cheap toilet paper.

So, I imagine that 600 Strike goes as normal, but Poseidon lives long enough to gasp out the word "please" like he does in the song, and then he just dies. Odysseus is confused as hell. He kinda pokes him with the trident, like "why is he just lying there?" Only to look on, horrified, as the god's body turns into a puddle of seawater and merges with the rest of the ocean.

(Now the fun part) After around 3 seconds Odysseus feels a white hot pain all over his body, before promptly blacking out.

When he comes to, the storm has faded away, and the sea is as calm as a sleeping toddler. He sighs and gets up from the rocks he was laying on, only to realize that everything felt off. Now is he going crazy, or is everything more defined and colorful? And his hearing sounds like it got better as well. And the ground seemed farther away than normal. Had some god blessed him? Was this Poseidon's way of conceding their battle? No, that can't be right. The trident is still lying there. Odysseus reaches to pick it up, and freezes in shock.

His fingers have membranes in between them.

It's only then that he takes a good look at himself. There are patches of scales all over his arms, legs, and torso. He now has fins on his arms and legs, and ears as well. His nails have gone from blunt to long and sharp. Pulling a lock of hair in front of him shows that it's longer than it used to be, with streaks of blue and teal. Catching his reflection in the water shows him that his eyes have changed from brown to a striking aquamarine, and the whites have turned black and, are those fangs?

Something is terribly wrong here. While he is sifting through all of the possible causes in his head, he hears a voice to his right. It's a merman. Why is he calling Odysseus "My lord?" What is going on?

On Olympus, the gods are shocked that one of their own had been killed. Then, as the implications begin to dawn on them, they feel something that a god never feels. Fear. One of the strongest Olympians was killed by a mortal. Could this happen to the rest of them as well.

Back on that rocky patch, Odysseus came to a sudden, chilling realization. He looked at the water around him, and tried to will it to do something, anything. To his surprise, the water began to churn, before turning into violent waves, as the skies darkened again, reflecting the storm in Odysseus's mind.

Ody is no longer Odysseus, King of Ithaca. He is no longer the monster that Poseidon had turned him into. He is now Odysseus, God of the Seas.

It's a little rusty, but I thought it sounded like a cool idea. What do you think? Also sorry for the ramble.

- 🧁 anon

MDJSMSBDD LITERALLY LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS OMGGGGG! I LOVE the idea of a god’s weapon being the thing that can kill them! & it adds so much weight to everything Odysseus already did to add killing a god onto that list is bound to have some kind of effect on him!

This is such a cool, interesting concept & I’m eating it up! Love the description of god!ody

[seokminfilm]

this man | yoon jeonghan

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

warnings: non-idol au, horror au, mystery, hints of slowburn??, deity!jeonghan (consider this lyr's late late LATE halloween special), even if jeonghan is an evil deity he is still a jokester, mentions of nightmares & horror-related things, based off of the 'this man' album and some analog horror elements, jeonghan's kinda awful in this, reader does not give two craps about jeonghan trying to drive her crazy, silly arguments ensue

now playing: this man, jxw & solitariat, oliver buckland

word count: a little over 1k (thank you @slytherinshua)

Jeonghan couldn't understand why he couldn't get into your head.

That's what he did best—he picked an innocent human, tainted by struggle, hurt, and the ways of everyday life, laying them down to sleep before he ruined their life in the most fun way he possibly could. Yes, it was evil, and yes, it was awful to the unsuspecting person he would choose, but what was Jeonghan supposed to do about it?

Beggars can't be choosers, can they?

It irked him though: you were unaffected by everything he did. Even when he caught you in a vulnerable position, sleeping soundly in your bed late at night, he couldn't seem to break through. There was a little something there—something in your mind that kept you safe and sound.

Jeonghan wanted to break it. He wanted to break you.

He sat quietly in the corner of your room, glaring over at the lamp in currently still on the highest setting. Jeonghan wasn't a big fan of light, as he was used to being in the dark (that's where all the good stuff happened), but if he had to blend in, the light wouldn't hurt him that badly.

He didn't have to blend in though, and therefore it hurt him.

Your dream played out as a movie in front of Jeonghan—he could see it all, from the parts that made little to no sense to the scenes that had real-life connections to your day, which amused Jeonghan. You had a mix of both realistic and nonsensical dreams, which gave him the perfect opportunity to slip in when the line became blurry.

There it was—the same scene he always got so close to getting into: you were sitting on a dusty old couch in a dingy room, television too bright as a man sat across from you.

The man had a crooked smirk on his face, and he offered you something every time, to which you would always say no—also making Jeonghan lose his chance to slip in and get you at your weakest point.

He looked eerily similar to Jeonghan too, with the same teasing gaze and sharp, delicate features that Jeonghan had familiarized himself with many times before.

The man said his repeated line, and you looked at him with your sparkling eyes, listening to his every word. Jeonghan stood over you now, ready to touch his cold fingertips to your cheek and take you away to his dimension. He smirked at your resting figure, taking joy in the fact you wouldn't know what had hit you.

And then, you said no, and woke up suddenly—shattering Jeonghan's plan altogether.

You weren't supposed to see him; no one was ever supposed to see the man—This Man—with their own eyes. It was an urban legend, one that Jeonghan got pleasure from seeing humans believe and converse over.

And now, that was all ruined because you woke up without giving Jeonghan a warning sign like a polite victim would.

"What are you doing in my house?" You asked—your voice was raised, and your hair was standing up on your arms, but you couldn't seem to feel fear in that moment. You were too in shock to scream or cry, and Jeonghan could feel your heart slowing down in your chest as you sat up under your sheets.

"Well, I was going to put you into a deep and ruin your life with a tap of my fingers, but you put an end to that so—congratulations," Jeonghan said sarcastically, stepping away from the side of your bed as his heels hit the floor.

You observed him as he sauntered back to your desk chair, sinking into its embrace with an air of relaxed confidence. He leaned back, the chair creaking softly under his weight, while his leg swung rhythmically, a casual pendulum of energy. His soft, black hair cascaded around his shoulders, creating a dark halo that framed his striking features, drawing attention to his sharp, intense eyes that seemed to hold a world of emotions. Jeonghan's skin, a ghostly pale, shimmered like porcelain, exuding an almost ethereal beauty that made him seem both fragile and alluring—like a delicate doll waiting to be admired and touched.

He was strikingly beautiful, resembling a premonition that filled you with more excitement than fear.

"Instead of gaping at me like you've seen a ghost, you could say sorry," Jeonghan replies simply, shocking you out of your stupor as you scoff just seconds later.

"Say sorry? You're a man who's in my bedroom at midnight standing over me and watching me sleep—why would I be the one to apologize here?" You ask with an accusatory tone, and Jeonghan laughs, voice melodic and teasing as he leans forward in his chair, eyeing you down.

"Oh, I think I'm going to like you." Jeonghan smiles, teeth blindingly white as you pull your blankets over you, suddenly feeling exposed.

"You're..." You trail off, and Jeonghan nods, face proud as if he's read your mind and is more than happy to make himself known to you.

"Yes, I'm the Man they keep talking about. You can admire me, I don't mind it." Jeonghan's voice is lifted as he looks up at you through his long eyelashes, and you slowly get out of bed, still wary of what you're seeing as Jeonghan sighs.

"There's no need to be all suspicious of me—I am who I say I am," Jeonghan states, and he smiles at you, taking note of your wide eyes.

"Why are you here? At my house?" You ask another question, and Jeonghan sighs as if he's answering a question you've asked him for the umpteenth time.

"I wanted to get you next. But obviously, you had different plans." Jeonghan scoffs, and you stare back at him, still confused. "Get me?"

"I was going to go into your head while you sleep, interfere in your dream in some way, and then ruin your life and or drive you insane." Jeonghan giggles lightheartedly, standing up from his chair as he walks towards you. His strides are long and relaxed, heels resounding through your room as his eyes land on you.

"You're too strong though. I can't get in." Jeonghan's voice drops down to a bone-chilling whisper, and you flush, averting your eyes as he pulls away.

"You intrigue me, and I plan to learn about you more and more as time goes on. I want what you have." Jeonghan's eyes burn through your skin, but you suddenly don't mind it.

Jeonghan—The Man—intrigues you too, and you plan to know more about him as well.

for @kstrucknet | feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[peachhcs]

I also imagine Hannah and James keep it a secret but imagine they do a soft launch but no one knows yet so all their friends are so confused. The only people who make the connection are Sammy and will

SOFT LAUNCH INCOMING y’all i love doing social media posts and i also love starting the au with a good ol’ soft launch ☺️

hard launch coming soon and everyone’s reactions to james and hannah dating!! 😌

also in the process of making the au masterlist with the entire background + everything so stayed tuned for that

au masterlist

hannahduke a weekend in my life 🤸🏽‍♂️

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nick_moldenhauer damn you traded to the dark side in the last pic

| hannahduke forgive me nick 😔✋

tj_hughes13 michigan STATE???

| hannahduke i promise it was only for a day

user1 wait why is no one talking about pics 3 and 4???

user2 does hannah have a bf???

julianne_gelinas Girl..if u dont start explaining who pic 3 and 4 are…

| hannahduke 🤭

teddystiga_ 😦😦😦

| hannahduke what?

coleeiserman i got such whiplash from this photo. a man AND michigan state? wow

| hannahduke 😔

user3 WHO is her boyfriend??? wait

ryan.leno_4 hannah i’ve known you for like 3 years now and you’re telling me none of us know who this secret man is??

| hannahduke pls forgive me i like surprises

gabeperreault44 😦 hannah duke boyfriend alert??

| hannahduke surprise!

tyler___duke5 wait even i don’t know who this is?? who is this?? when did u get a boyfriend??

| hannahduke all great questions

drewf2 what a shocking turn of events

| hannahduke ikr

samyhughes WAIT A DAMN MINUTE…

| hannahduke …

_wilvote soooo when did this happen?

| hannahduke soo..about that..

aram_minnetian i’m shocked actually bc who is this??

| hannahduke 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ beats me

jameshagens_4 i really like your shoes they’re cool

| hannahduke hey thanks! i like yours!

samanthaminnetian gurllll ur so crazy omg

| hannahduke :))

user4 using my full detective skills rn to see which one of these guys it is bc it HAS to be one of the hockey boys

user5 it’s so hard to figure out when they all flirt with each other in the comments

dylanduke25 wait when did you get a boyfriend???

| hannahduke good question

edwards.73 LITTLE DUKER IS CUFFED UP!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️

| dylanduke25 i feel so dumb rn

markestapa what an interesting turn of events

| hannahduke very interesting

user6 one of the country’s best gymnast is cuffed up and no one knows who is so funny to me

user7 well whoever he is must have major rizz if he pulled the hannah duke

user8 hope he knows he’s dating an olympic gold medalist 🤞🤞

danielle_minnetian damn did he pull off the road to pick those for you??

| hannahduke yes he did 😸😸

_willsmith2 crazy hannah lore drop

| hannahduke frrr

emmagcooper hannah this is so funny of you

| hannahduke hey emma thanks i’m glad you think so!

jacob_fowler24 i’m with @user4 trying to figure out who this is

| hannahduke good luck trying to figure it out :)

michaelhagens_11 wait..i’ve lowkey seen those shoes before..

| hannahduke have you now?

zeevbuium28 nooo wayyyy u soft launched someone i never thought u would

| hannahduke honestly me neither i thought i was dying alone

olivianmorriss hannah ur playing everyone rn i love it

| hannahduke my speciality 🥰

farahlipetz han this is so cutie aw

| hannahduke thanks farah 🥰

jameshagens_4 got me back and forth

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teddystiga_ now hold on..

| jameshagens_4 ?

user1 🤨🤨🤨 now when did he have a gf???

aram_minnetian HAGS NOT U TOO😭😭😭

| jameshagens_4 i’m sorry 😭

coleeiserman i’m so confused actually

| jameshagens_4 why??

| coleeiserman WHO is that 😭😭

ryan.leno_4 first hannah and now you 😭😭

| jameshagens_4 so crazy 😭

_willvote i stood up and applauded for you

| jameshagens_4 wow thanks vote

michaelhagens_11 dude..this is..interesting..

| jameshagens_4 wdym??

gabeperreault44 this is a crazy soft launch tbh

| jameshagens_4 is it?

drewf2 AYEEE i made it 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

| jamehagens_4 ofc ❤️‍🔥

jacob_fowler24 i have so many questions yet none of them are getting answered

| jameshagens_4 😦

samyhughes this is..a really suspicious post..

| jameshagens_4 what does that mean??

_willsmith2 is that..y’all are not slick with this

| jameshagens_4 i’m confused

user2 we lost another one guys wtf 😔😔

user3 HOW are all of these boston hockey players getting cuffed up???

user4 there’s something in the air over there istg

zeevbuium28 okkk haggy i see you 🙂‍↔️

| jameshagens_4 😉😉

trevorconnelly16 crazy lineup dude

| jameshagens_4 trust me i know

brandonsvoboda_ my mannn i knew u had it in you

| jameshagens_4 😌😌

emmagcooper this was such a surprise to see on my feed this morning

| jameshagens_4 ur welcome :)

hannahduke wow 2nd pic kind of gas

| jameshagens_4 thanks i really tried to make it look good

[lunasdreamytreats]

Best kept secrets

Baizhu x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW // !PSUDO STEPFATHER/STEPDAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP! don't like, don't read // modern au // legal age-gap (Baizhu's in his late 30's, reader's in their early 20's) // drinking wine // reader calls their mother 'mama' // petnames (darling, little girl / good girl) // daddy kink (u call him it a few times and he calls himself it too) // mentions of drugs and aphrodisiacs // begging // oral (m+f receiving) // fingering // dumbification // bad writing (was still finding my writing style as i began writing and its not fully proofread)

Word count: 3.5k... (jeez i went crazy)

A/N: HBD MY LOVE �� I love Baizhu sm, been planning this bad boy forever. Please enjoy and make sure to read the warnings carefully and lmk if I missed something ❤️

'How did this happen again?' You ask yourself as you accept another kiss from the man you knew as your stepfather. It feels so wrong, until you remember how your own mother is a cheating gold digger herself. Virtually your whole life up until a year ago had been on the move. Your mother would marry rich men who owned whole companies or company branches and either bankrupt them and leave or cause a scandal so they go out of business and leave. Over 19 years you’ve had a total of 10 stepfathers and you've never been really close with any of them.

As far as you know, the most recent one is the only one out of your stepfathers that has more than one source of income. He owns the only pharmacy in town while also working as a doctor. It must be taking longer to burn through it than normal, you thought, since you're still there.

You feel as if you should be grateful that your mother hasn't ruined it yet, because you've grown fond of life in this family. Your little sister Qiqi absolutely adores you as her big sister. Although your not sure if your mother knows about this, but your stepdad, Baizhu, absolutely loves being able to spend his money on you. Whenever you get off work he'll wait outside for you in the car with your favourite music ready to play. He'd drive around town with you for half an hour before going to pick Qiqi up from school. If you saw anything you wanted while driving, he'd tell you to quickly jump out and buy it with his card.

“Sweetie I don't care how much it costs if you want it I'll gladly get it for you.” Is what he'd say if you tried to protest in any way, in the end, you’ve just accepted it as him wanting to spoil you. Baizhu was very different to any of your other stepfathers, for one, he's making an effort to bond with you..... Oh and he's young, well, young compared to the others. At only 35 when they got married, he was 2 years your mother’s junior and 17 years your senior.

The 4 of you lived a fairly drama-free life up until tonight, when Baizhu came back home after dropping sweet Qiqi off at her best friend Yaoyao's house for her very first sleepover. He came in and asked you to come downstairs and sit on the couch, saying he needed to ask you about something important. You promptly closed the game you were playing and put the controller back, coming down to see Baizhu in the kitchen with a bottle of white wine and 2 glasses.

“Oh? What's the special occasion, Dad?” You asked before sitting back down with him.

“It's about your mother, (Y/N).” You froze slightly, wanting to ask him if anything bad happened to her. However, before you could speak, he placed one of the full glasses of wine into your hand.

"Do you know if she cheated on any of your other stepfathers, like any one of them?"

“Well I don't know for certain, but I've got a feeling she cheated on all of them, including my father.” You lifted the glass of wine up to the light and swirled the liquid around before continuing.

“Right when she leaves them, I found that either their companies crumbled, or they declared bankruptcy. Some less than 6 months after their wedding. It's happened way too many times to be a total coincidence.” Looking over at him, you saw a small sigh leave his lips as his eyes met yours. The low light of the lamps on the wall adjacent to him made his golden irises glow. ‘Oh fuck that's really pretty.... h-hold on a god damn second, that's your stepdad your talking about, dumbass!’ You quickly shook the thought out of your head and took a sip of wine to distract yourself.

“Why'd ya ask?”

“I saw your mother with someone and they were talking about how long until they can run off together....” You always had a feeling she had an accomplice her little scheme, but a whole ass lover all these years? Baizhu leaned forward in order to put the wine glass back on the counter and shifted to face you.

“Thank you for telling me this, my darling.” Eh why the lovey dovey language? He seems to be awfully calm for someone who just found out what a horrible person his wife is.

“Dad.... now that you've caught mama, when do you want us out of here by?”

“Hm? Why would I kick you out, darling?” Again with the darling! Is this really how fathers express their affection towards their children?

“I-I just thought since she's cheating on you, you wouldn't want her or her child arou-!” He's laughing? How? You thought he'd be annoyed. And yet here he is, not only not giving a toss about the current situation, he's laughing at it.... Why?

“Do you think I'd leave my cute, sweet little girl all alone without someone that loves her like I do? No no no darling. Besides, this is the best time to show you something that I've been planning this last year.” What could that be? You wondered. Come to think of it, from his plans for Qiqi's birthday party to things he's overheard at work, he's never kept anything a secret from you. He stood up and retrieved a piece of paper from inside a safe in the wall that he hid behind his back so you couldn't see what was written on it. As he sat back down, you managed to catch a small glimpse of the contents of the paper, you saw your signature there and what you can only assume is Baizhu's, both written in black ink next to each other at the bottom of the page.

'Oh! He must be holding the adoption papers we signed after the wedding'. You had another quick glance at the paper again before he folded it up and set it down on the table.... What?? You must be hallucinating because your pretty sure the words 'certificate of marriage' were at the top of the page. Hang on, if that's a marriage certificate, then why did you clearly see your signature next to Baizhu's?

“Did you see it, my darling?” Baizhu's words brought you back into the moment at hand, oh, that and his hand resting on your waist. The small gesture causing a shiver to shoot up your spine. “You’re my real wife. And you have been all this time.”

“How?” The reality of this situation hitting you like a boulder made your voice go hoarse, coming out like a broken cry. How was he able to hide something so big for so long? “How did I not notice it?”

“I'll be honest, I only got close to your mother so I could be with you, my darling. I knew what your mother was when I saw her, now she's the only one in the dark about it.” Baizhu's voice broke through the stifling silence around us. This is so weird, you’ve always thought your stepdad was a nice man, in personality, heart and looks. And you’ve told your friends about how you'd like your future partner to be like him. So should you go along with it?

“B-But what about the wedding night? Didn't you and mama have sex?”

“Nope, she ran off after the ceremony, I spent the night in your room.”

“W-what!? How the fuck did I not feel you?”

“Not when you've taken the deep sleep elixir I put in your food. I’d put it in whenever I knew your mother was going out for the night.”

“Oh, so that's why I hardly remember those nights.”

“Fuck, you're so cute when you don't know what to make of a situation, darling. I wonder what your reaction is going to be when I do this?” With no warning, Baizhu pulled you closer, onto his lap, and kissed your neck. The bold action made you gasp in shock. While you were distracted, he took the opportunity to catch you off guard again and kiss your lips. The kiss was just as he was, gentle and full of passion, yet demanding. Letting you know that although he’s being gentle, he’s still the one in control. He’s holding you so soft and tenderly, it makes this kiss feel like a natural part of life. Like your forgetting you two had a completely different relationship before...

That's how it came to you and your stepd- no, your husband making out in the open space of the living room. :)

'This isn't wrong. He's my husband.' You told yourself as you kissed him back. The grip his hands have on the flesh of your hips was so soft, as if he couldn't bare the thought of hurting you. Which, in a way, was true. He couldn’t bare the thought of being the reason you were in pain. As the kiss deepened, he felt more comfortable in exploring your body. His hands gently glide up your body before setting on your chest. His hands circle your body to where the dress zipper and bra clasp were.

As his arms pulled you closer, his fingers grazed the bit of exposed skin, making you shiver at the contact. Pulling away from your lips, Baizhu looked at you with love filled eyes and ran his finger over the neckline of your dress before hooking a finger on it and tugging at the fabric.

“My darling, can I?” He asked, rather breathless from the deep kiss. You could only nod in response until you find your voice. That was another way that Baizhu shows he cares, he was patient when you couldn’t get your words out. It was a thing you had struggled with for most of your life. And although it was a small gesture, it was something that mama never bothered to get right.

“Y-Yes daddy~” You managed to whisper a response, your head already felt dizzy and the neck kisses didn't help. Hearing daddy leave your mouth must’ve awakened something primal in him. With a newfound spark of lust in his eyes and a tightened grasp on you, his teeth grazed the skin of your shoulders. You reached behind your back to start unzipping your dress, only for your wrists to be pulled away and held back in one of his hands, while the other pulled the zip down slowly.

“Shhh~ darling, let daddy take care of you now.” An uncomfortable thought came into your head; ‘what if mama came back without warning to see her daughter, clothes slipping off, on her ‘stepdad’s’ lap making out with him?’ But don’t worry, Baizhu has a plan to deal with her if she comes back early. There’s no chance he’d allow this perfect moment to slip through his fingers again. After he pulled the zipper went all the way down, Baizhu started to gently draw circles on your newly exposed skin. The heat building up between your legs was getting frustrating, so you started to rub your clit on Baizhu's thigh to relieve yourself. Until he noticed and gently held your hips in place.

“Darling, I thought you’d let me take over tonight.. you know what happens to bad little girls that don't obey their daddies, don't you, darling?” Baizhu whispered, gently kissing the shell of your ear before continuing, “They. get. punished.” Taping your shoulder blade with each word. Each tap of his finger sent electrifying waves of pleasure down your whole body. You can’t help but lean into his touch, drunk on how quickly you crumbled under his teasing. One thing was for certain, however, the pleasure you felt was unreplicable.

“M'sorry daddy.. don’t punish me, I-I’ll b’good, please..!” You plead, hoping he’d be merciful on you. Since nobody can blame you for being needy. After a few minutes of drawing circles on your back, your dress and bra went flying off you, yelping when the cool air collided with your breasts. Smirking, Baizhu gave your hips a squeeze as his lips left a trail of kisses from your jawline down your chest, before latching onto the hardening nipple. Swirling around it with his tongue, he copied the motion on the other with his fingers, tugging whenever he sucked. All night, Baizhu had been focusing on giving pleasure to your most sensitive spots, like he already had a mental map of where he should focus on.

While your attention was taken up by the stimulation to your breasts, Baizhu let his free hand snake down, across your tummy to settle between your legs. One touch of his slender fingers to your puffy folds sent you jolting forward into his neck with a moan. Thing is, that one touch was only light, nothing much to most people. But to you? Mind-numbing. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever been this sensitive to anything before.... it’s like your sensitivity to touch became enhanced. Could Baizhu have given you something to do this?

“You like that, don't you, darling? Good girl. Tell me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“Y-You daddy, s’you makin me feel good”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” With every word, he swiped the pad of his thumb against the nub of your clit. Your hips subconsciously bucked into his hand with newfound lust. Like your body was chasing after his touch after he retracted his thumb. Baizhu's fingers ghosted over the outline of your clit, prodding at your hole. Easing the tip of his index finger inside while holding you steady. When your body relaxed, letting him know you were comfortable with him inside, Baizhu pushed you to the couch so you were laying on your back with him on top. The hand that’d been holding you steady now moved from your lower back to hold your cheek softly, catching any tears that fell over your eyes.

“Fuuck, you're clamping on me so tight.. I’ve barely even started with you, never thought a little foreplay would be all it takes to get you begging for me so soon, darling.” Don’t mind him though, he’s just being all mean and teasing you! He began slowly moving his finger in and out, slightly curving it to graze your soft inner walls. He added a second finger gently, stretching them apart in a scissor motion and continuing to touch places you couldn't dream of being able to touch on your own.

“Fuuck~ ur fingers~ s'deep!” It almost felt uncomfortable, keyword almost. The tender kisses Baizhu left along your body made any kind of discomfort you felt fade away. That is until a strange feeling came creeping into the pit of your stomach. A twisting and churning sensation like a knot threatening to make your insides explode.

“Ha~~! A-Ahh! D-Daddy, feels weird..!”

“Oh? A weird feeling, you say? That's your orgasm building up, darling.” His thumb quickly swiped against the sensitive nub of your clit, “Now be a good little girl and cum for me...” Your eyes peeped open at his words, only for stars to invade your vision as the knot came undone over his fingers and the couch. Your fucked out expression caused Baizhu to smirk in satisfaction, taking pride in being the only person to ever make you orgasm; other than yourself, of course.

“Good girl... ” Baizhu glanced down to where you both connected, taking note of how his wrist was now slightly wet... Did you squirt over him? Or was it sweat? This encounter certainly left you catching your breath.. Your body twitched sporadically as your walls finally began to relax around his fingers, and you sighed in satisfaction. Feeling you come down from your high, Baizhu gently pulled his fingers out, awestruck at your essence which was now dripping down his digits.

“Daddy... love you” You reached your hands out and Baizhu took them in his own, helping your sit up and kissing your knuckles softly.

“Love you too, darling. Cuddles?” He asked, holding his arms out so you could come to him if you wanted. You practically jumped up and slid into his lap, burying your flushed face into his shoulder. ‘Oh, you’re the type to get all cute and cuddly after sexual encounters...’ Baizhu thought, but that’s fine, he’d give all the cuddles you could ever need if you asked. You feel him gently smile on the top of your head alongside wrapping his arms around your middle.

Of course, with all that Baizhu’s done for you tonight, you couldn’t just ignore how hard this encounter made him. His dick throbbed against the cloth holding it back, simply begging for him to do something to relieve it.

“Daddy, lemme help, wanna help it..” You attempted to slip off his lap to kneel between his legs, fully prepared to help him. But he tightens his hold on your body, preventing you from moving much.

“No darling, y’can help me from here.” Baizhu reassured, moving the fabric that concealed his cock out the way. It bounced back against his abdomen, splashing a little precum over his stomach. Your eyes widened, you’ve seen dicks before, (in sex-ed class), but nothing like this. His dick was much bigger than anything you ’ve seen, and certainly bigger than you think you can take. Noticing your unease, Baizhu gently took your wrist and brought your hand to touch it.

“Lemme do it with you, darling... help me feel good too, yeah?” With one arm still holding you tightly, Baizhu’s other hand joined yours, guiding you in jerking him off. Even under two people’s grips, his dick still twitched and pulsed against your hand. Biting your lip, you lean your head down to press small kisses and kitten licks to his swollen, red tip. You looked up at him, still with his tip nestled snuggly in your mouth, eyes trying to convey what you want; for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight.

At first, poor Baizhu didn’t know what to say; he didn’t want to lose his composure and ram into you so hard that it became more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but the look in your eyes conveyed that you were actually begging him to lose it. He let out a long, shaky breath before moving the hand that had been on his cock to hold your hair out of your face. He didn’t even realise he was holding his breath...

“Tap my thigh twice if it gets too much for you, ok darling?” You nodded and began easing more of him into your mouth. He almost couldn’t think straight with just his tip in your mouth, but seeing you slightly struggle to fit him in drove his size kink mad. Baizhu’s fingers raked through your soft hair before setting at the top of your neck, taking control back from you and moving your head along his shaft.

Muffled whimpers and gags mixed with Baizhu’s groans made it easy to lose oneself in ecstasy, so you never noticed the small commotion happening on the other side of the door; never noticed the amused smile on your lover’s face upon realising the trap he and the millelith set achieved it’s intended outcome. Not that you were meant to know about any of this anyway...

“Sh-! Shit, on your knees, darling” You nodded and slid his cock out of your mouth to get into position, obediently for your husband. Baizhu rose from the sofa, guiding his dick back into your mouth as soon as you settled down. This time, he allowed himself the chance to thrust his hips into your mouth, meeting the pace you originally set. His thrusts started slow and deep, becoming more desperate as the pleasure built up.

“god.. m’gonna cum darling” Baizhu’s hold on your hair tightened, pulling at the strands that were wrapped around his slender fingers. He had to lean against the nearest cabinet since his thighs were twitching so much, his legs might’ve given out on him. You have to say, Baizhu’s groans of raw pleasure were a melody you’d never get tired of hearing. Baizhu abruptly pulled out from your mouth, gently taking your hand off from his thigh to place it on his heavy, aching cock.

“Finish it off, darling.. y’did so well, wanna cum on your pretty face..” You nodded and dragged your hand across his dick, feeling the way the large bulging vein running along the underside of his shaft throbbed with need. You leaned a little further up, enough to press your lips against the sensitive skin just underneath his tip. Baizhu’s grip on your hair tightened as his free hand grasped his cock, giving it a few languid pumps.

“Keep still, sweet girl,” He could barely get the words out before the tight coil inside his slender body snapped. Creamy white cum painted your face in spurts and globs, a testament to the adoration that Baizhu had harboured for you for so long.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

OH MY GYATTTT YOU WROTE "SECRETS IN LOVE" AND IT WAS SO GOOD WTH? CAN YOU PLSPLSPLS DO THE SAME THING WITH DAVE MUSTAINE PLS IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING ILL GIVE YOU MY WHOLE RESPECT AND LOVE PLS ILYSM

A/n: Ik Dave hates cats but he looks like a cat so fuck you idk

Warnings: smut, hybrid au, stomach bulge, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You always wanted a pet but your dad was allergic to pretty much everything, luckily that didn't seem to get passed down to you so when you found a stray cat on your walk home from work you happily brought it into your home.

The cat was big, much bigger than a normal house cat. You brushed it off as the cat being a main coon or something. It had long ginger fur that was matted and not well groomed so you ran it a bath when you got home.

The cat, who you quickly found out was a boy, was very needy for your touch, purring when you pet him and reaching for you when you pulled away.

You took him to the vet the next morning, went out and got all the necessities, you'd wasted your whole childhood without pets and you had a lot of making up to do, this was your chance.

You never gave him a name, sticking to nicknames and affectionate terms -dipshit, handsome, monsieur, dumbass.

He cuddled up in bed with you while you slept, walked around the kitchen with you when you cooked, hell, he was so obedient you got him a leash and collar and started taking him on walks.

He was a smart cat, so smart you often swore he was talking to you, but that was crazy... right?

You'd had him for almost a year, you didn't know how old he was exactly or when he was born but you still wanted to celebrate, if not his birthday, the day you got him. You went a little overboard but he was special to you, your first pet and a very important character in your life.

It didn't worry you too much to not know how old he was until recently when he started to pick up the wretched scent. At first you thought he'd just played in something he shouldn't have but the smell carried through multiple baths and only seemed to get worse as days passed.

You took him to the vet but they said he was fine, you didn't believe it but you didn't have anything else to go off of, only able to trust the vets word. You didn't know what was happening but your mind kept pushing the worst so you were going to celebrate his new birthday goddammit.

The cat had been spending almost everyday in your room, on your bed. He seemed happy there and angry everywhere else, but he also seemed angry whenever you weren't there or when you were leaving, he'd always try to keep you to stay. It was the first time he'd ever hissed at you.

You came home with a small brown paper bag of treats for him, little cookies with yogurt frosting, or something you weren't really paying attention but they were from the pet store down the street so you trusted them.

You walked in and the smell hit you like a train. It was worse than ever and it only got stronger as you neared the bedroom. Something was definitely wrong.

"Hey, where's my handsome boy-" You were stopped dead in your tracks when you opened the door to your bedroom only to find not a cat but a man splayed out in your bed. You dropped the baggy and stared at him.

He was tall and bare, shoulders littered with freckles and a long fiery main of hair reaching past his shoulders. There was a prominent scar on his side, just under his ribs, with the fluffy tail and matching ears there was no doubt who it was.

"My handsome boy..." You muttered, taking a few hesitant steps closer. He was panting, body heaving with every breath. The scent shifted in the air, fogging your mind and suddenly it didn't smell so rancid.

"Dave..." He grunted. "M'Dave." He weakly reached for you and you took his hand, feeling the callouses on the pads of his fingers, his little toe beans.

"What-what happened to you..?" You asked, pulling your hand away. This had to be some twisted dream, this wasn't your cat, this wasn't who you cuddled with every night. This was Dave, not your cat.

He laughed weakly, smiling tiredly up at you. "What answer are you hoping for?"

You shrugged, you had a few questions and wanted answers to all of them but that would take some time and he looked... well, in a sense godly, but he looked like he was in pain. "Are you... You're dying, aren't you..?" You asked solemnly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

Dave stared at you blankly for a moment before he slowly started to laugh. "No, I'm not dying, the vet told you so... by the way, I'm never going there again." He said, sitting up and not bothering to cover himself, you couldn't stop your gaze from wandering to the ginger tufts leading down to his hard cock, red and pulsing painfully. It was a strange sight but you could feel a heat pooling in your gut.

He caught where you were looking and leaned closer to you, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. His plush lips met yours in a sweet kiss, it was short because he pulled away to look at you. "I'm not dying, it's just a rut."

"A rut?" You repeated curiously, eyes flickering over his face, taking in his strong features -cut jaw, sharp nose, full lips, and those eyes... you could die happy staring into them. This wasn't your cat, definitely not.

"Yeah, like a heat." He said simply, shifted closer to you. "I need a mate, someone to make mine, someone to have my kits." He placed another kiss onto your lips, this lasting longer, more desire in it. "I need you, master."

"Y/n." You said quickly. "Call me Y/n."

He smiled at you, hand falling from your chin to your side and giving it a gentle squeeze. "How about I just call you mine." He said, tone darker than you'd heard from him so far.

He was much stronger than you'd taken him for, pulling you tight to him and getting you on your back under him. He didn't bother with your clothes, instead just ripping them off of you and discarding the scraps over the sides of the bed.

A moment ago he seemed weak and aching, now he was pinning you down to the mattress effortlessly, lips moving against yours like a perfect ocean, strong and vivid motions.

He gripped your thighs so tight they were sure to bruise, but he needed you, every inch he could get. He pushed your legs up, knees to your chest, and slid into you easily with how wet you were, so needy for him already.

This was a new passion you'd never felt before. He wasn't your first, but no one was like him, big and strong sure, but this was different, you just didn't know why.

That smell filled your nostrils again, it worked like a drug, making you melt. Dave groaned above you, breath catching in his throat. "Mph- Fuck." He grunted, leaning down and flattening your body like a folding chair with his. His hips moved fast, thrusting into you at a harsh pace and making your stomach bulge with his size every time.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. A deep rumbling filtered through your ears, sending vibrations through your body. "So good, so good for me, sweetheart, just keep making those sounds." Your moans echoed out through the room as your body bounced up and down the bed, making the bedframe creak but you couldn't be bothered to worry about it breaking.

You felt Dave's hot breath fanning over your neck, right where it connected to your shoulder. "Smell so good..." He groaned, licking over the skin there. Your hands clawed at his back, body aching for more than he was giving you, somehow, you needed more.

You were so close, body twitching under Dave. He bit down on you, sharp canines breaking your skin with ease. It was an animalistic need he felt and it only made his movements more aggressive, make your moans higher and needier.

Soon your body was wracked with pleasure, your hands fell from their spot on Dave's back, instead moving to hold his arms that were planted right beside your head. He didn't stop and he didn't let go of your flesh, occasionally licking the wound but his scratchy tongue wasn't the pleasant touch he thought it was.

A heat or rut could last days or even weeks and Dave was no exception. He had a long start to it, hence the stench that just got worse over time, but it was only lasting three days, thankfully, your body couldn't take much more than that.

There were quick breaks, Dave would get up to get water and it gave you a minute to yourself. Your body ached, pulsing from pleasure, hole fluttering around nothing, the absence of Dave hurt more. Tears stained your cheeks and the sheets under you along with other fluids. Your thighs were bruised and that bite Dave had left on your neck... you didn't know what it was but it was warm and smelled like him.

Most notably, you felt fluffy, your brain was fuzzy but you were fluffy... You brushed it aside when Dave would return, offering you a few sips of water while he got resituated inside you.

Dave had crashed not long after you, the smell, while it didn't stink anymore, was no longer present. Other smells were very much there but not the Dave's rut. You woke up to be greeted with darkness and sugar coated pain.

All you needed was to make it to the bathroom, how long you'd last away from Dave you didn't know and didn't plan on finding out but that bathroom was good enough.

You were walking funny and the lights stung your eyes when they hit them. Looking in the mirror your stomach was bloated with Dave, always making a point to cum inside you and you lost count after three -for him, by that point you were well past... something.

Still, the most notable change wasn't your full gut or your red face, not even the mark spread over your neck and shoulder, instead it was the fluffy bunny ears that had propped themselves up on your head and the tail bundled up neatly on your lower back.

“Wow…” Dave’s voice came from the door, breathless and full of love. He moved behind you, wrapping his arms around you to hold your swollen stomach. “Mine, all mine.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your neck right where he’d marked you. “My sweet little bunny.”

When the hell did this happen? And why did it feel so right…

[juniperdugong]

Hi again!! Thank you for the choso headcanons on finding his little sister, I hope it continues! I was wondering if you could do a multiple headcanons for teen gojo, geto, Shoko and nanami getting an American transfer student to Jujutsu high.

A/N: Yep yep yep, I can do this for sure! +bonus Haibara bc he's my baby

When an American student transfers to Jujutsu High!

incl: Teen Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, and Haibara

GOJO - Nonchalant but curious - The only questions he asks the first couple of weeks are about why they're soooo special that they had to come all the way from America to Japan - Lowkey...jealous, seriously doesn't understand how someone from outside of Japanese Jujutsu Society can be inducted into the school - "Must have some really special technique or some serious skills to be able to make it here...let's test that, huh?" - Get's told off for picking on you, Yaga basically smacking him to get him to stop - Once he finds out they have a few similar interests (*cough cough* Digimon *cough cough*) he's all over them! - Woah when did y'all become so buddy buddy?? - Teaches them Japanese through anime for suresiessss

GETO - Mildly curious but very friendly! - Doesn't poke or prod too much into their life but asks the basic questions - "What's America like? I've never been." - Finds it very interesting that curses don't appear often over there (In this AU I'd like to think this is how he found out about Tengen) - Gets annoyed when Gojo starts hanging around them more...not out of jealousy but because he's extra annoying due to their shared interests now - Spars with them often to give himself a challenge that isn't Gojo's powerful ass - Asks really philosophical questions about their opinion on the Jujutsu World - "Curses are really powerful here, how were they over in America? Wouldn't it be strange if the whole world were filled with sorcerers?" - Get's super invested if they divulge any sort of information about American Jujutsu - "Do you know any other American sorcerers?"

SHOKO - I'm gonna be so real - her reaction depends on if they're more masculine or feminine - If they're more masc leaning she's SO OVER IT! Get her out of this hell hole of testosterone. - 100% wouldn't be bothered in that case either - she has Utahime but other than her, nada - If they're more fem, THANK GOODNESS! - Finally, she has someone else to help her pick out clothes and go shopping with, y'know someone who WON'T drag her to KFC or the nearest game store - "What's trending over in the States right now?" - Would be so intrigued by the American experience but always voices her shock at how different the cultures are - "It's so weird that people don't take off their shoes in the house, how do you guys live like that?"

NANAMI - Not at all interested - Doesn't ask questions and honestly is slightly irritated because the others start asking him questions about if his family is from America - Treats you just as he would anyone else, trains with you, and goes on missions with you occasionally but other than that doesn't try and create any meaningful friendships there - When they start getting close to Gojo he distances himself even more - While on a mission together he asks, "You actually like that guy? Isn't he a bit annoying?" - When they respond with, "He is, but at least he brings a bit of normalcy when I'm far away from home. Nice to find someone who shares a hobby with me" - From then on he would soften a lot toward them, making the smallest effort to connect - "Here, I got these for you. They're from America." (It's Hot Cheetos)

HAIBARA - The most curious and most intrigued - Never runs out of questions to ask and tbh they can get a bit invasive - "Where'd you live? Oh! Why are you here? Oh! Are you on the run or something? Oh oh! Is your technique super crazy good?" - Always tries to drag them into his plans because he doesn't want them to feel left out - Sends encouraging texts every morning - "Good morning! It's Haibara! You did great yesterday! You're Japanese is really improving!" - Would take them out to all his favorite restaurants and introduce them to Japanese snacks and childhood games - If they're ever feeling homesick he's the one to immediately start researching to make them feel better - Makes chicken noodle soup to try and help but doesn't really know how :/ Ends up putting ramen noodles in it

A/N: Got to this a bit later than I wanted to because I was writing perfection but thank you for the request @broad-strokes87!! This is so funny, I feel like this is how they would react if I was transferring to Jujutsu High frfr Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed ! (They act as power-ups for me)

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[royaltystudios]

Honestly, it's crazy how little we know about Camp Jupiter and how it operates in canon.

Like we know this, they trained armies with the help of a wolf goddess. They have a giant city that demigods/legacies can live in after they serve their term in the army. They don't like the Greeks because of the civil war (btw, what the fuck Rick? Why add that when you could've created a FICTIONAL war), the kids run the government with special ranks, and they view people based on their achievements and how Roman they are.

But what else? How does the city work? Do they have some sort of schooling or laws separate for the city? Ik they got the university about what about elementary to high school schooling?

What about the kids? Are they chosen at random for the army? Are they forced to do it, or do they get to join by choice?

Even if they don't judge the demi-gods/legacies by their parents, I doubt they treat everyone the same, was someone jealous that one person was related to an Olympian and created rumors about them to their Cohorts?

Speaking of the Cohorts, how are they chosen for which one to go to? Does the person in question get to pick it, or does the council pick for them? How does politics work there!? I feel like they could've had more drama if they had more opponents for the Preator spot elections instead of just Octavian v.s. Percy.

I feel like Camp Jupiter and the Roman's themselves is like, a totally interesting world building aspect Rick is ignoring because he's scared that we might like CJ more than CHB (btw, I would NOT survive Lupa's training)

Before anyone recommends it to me, I already got the Camp Jupiter's Classified Files book, and I'm looking into it for research purposes (for my au)

Edit: HOLY SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THE KIDS THAT FAILED THEIR TRAINING AT THE WOLF HOUSE!! What happens to the kid's parents when they hear that their children are dead because they failed? They just kill their child, and the parent(s) are like, 'Okay then.' Like WHAT!?

[ambernotember]

🛻 🎶 ☕️ 🎿 🍎 📲 << can I ask for these?👀

@ pilot-kinard / dorothe 🫶🏼

woo okay! @pilot-kinard

truck accident au -

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be celebrated!”

“You want to throw me a birthday party?”

“Well, at least a birthday dinner if you don’t want a full party,”’ Evan said.

“We could do a birthday dinner,” Tommy agreed. “Just us? It’s really not a big deal to me.”

“Okay, I won’t go crazy with it. Dinner here or out somewhere?”

“Just here?”

“Got it. I’m going to go pick a recipe and make a shopping list,” Evan said, heading back into the house.

“We can just order something,” Tommy said.

“Please, I like cooking for you. Buckle up Kinard, you’re getting a birthday dinner.”

“Whether I like it or not?” Tommy smiled at him.

“You’ll like it, promise.”

school concert au -

“Who wouldn’t like Tommy?” Buck asked, confused.

Chimney and Maddie exchanged a look.

“You know what, forget I said anything,” Chimney said. “I’ll let you two talk about this, I’m going to go finish my dinner with Jee.” Chimney picked up his plate and headed back to the living room.

“Did I just kick your husband out of his own kitchen?” Buck asked, looking at Maddie in confusion.

“Can we just… back up a little?” Maddie asked.

“To what?”

“Well, I said it could be different if it was someone who was interested in you, and you said ‘why would he’ and then cut yourself off.”

“Well, I just meant like, why would he be interested in me?”

“We have got to work on your self-esteem,” Maddie muttered, rubbing her forehead. “Okay, putting that aside. Why do you think you’re acting weird around him?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I was asking you.”

coffee shop au-

“Hey everyone, I’m Evan Buckley, but you can call me Buck. Thanks for coming out tonight to listen to some live music, I’ve got some of your favourites ready for you and a couple new ones I think you might like,” Buck said, strumming lightly on his guitar. “How do you all feel about a couple of covers first?”

There was some applause and cheering from the audience.

“Alright, here’s Wonderwall,” Buck said, playing the opening bars and then laughing at the reaction he got. “Kidding, kidding. Here’s Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.”

“Mooning,” Ravi said quietly from behind Tommy.

Tommy threw a damp cloth at him, which Ravi snatched out of the air.

“Seriously, would it be so bad to talk to him? He asked about you when you weren’t here, by the way, so he’s at least noticed you.”

“When wasn’t I here?” Tommy tilted his head a little as he thought about it.

“I dunno, I think it was like the first month he was here? You had the flu and missed a couple days.”

colorado/long story short -

“No, I transferred houses before they joined the 118. I work over at Harbour now.”

“Ah, the 217 and Air Ops. You fly?”

“He's the pilot that flew them into the hurricane to rescue Captain Nash and Sergeant Grant,” Albert said excitedly.

“Really! I heard about that,” Taylor said. “You all got awards for that, didn’t you?”

“I was pretty sure we were all going to get fired, so the medals were a nice surprise,” Tommy said.

“How’d you get tied up in that anyways?” Taylor asked. “If you weren’t working with the 118 anymore?”

“Off the record?” Tommy asked.

“I don’t report on people I know anymore,” Taylor said. “Completely off the record.”

“Howie called me,” Tommy said simply. “I owed him a favour.”

“What kind of favour warrants flying into a hurricane?” she asked.

“The life saving kind.”

cozy/apple orchard -

“This is like a movie,” Buck said excitedly. Tommy tucked the plaid blanket around their legs — it wasn’t really needed, but it added to the ambiance of the hayride.

“I didn’t think people actually did this outside of like, fall movies and after school specials,” Buck admitted as the wagon started moving.

“They never had fall fairs in Hershey?” Tommy asked.

“I mean, probably, but I didn’t really care about that stuff then. I was still in full daredevil mode, a hayride wouldn’t have been high octane enough for me.”

“And now?”

“Getting to spend more time cuddled up with you? Big fan.”

texting fix it-

🐓 Hen

okay back

did we solve it yet

Casey🧯

not yet

what were you saying about baked goods?

🐓 Hen

Buck has taken to baking his feelings

Every fridge and freezer is full

I’m going to start sending him my kids’ dentist bills if he keeps it up

☎️Marilena

hiiii you can send some stuff over here!

🐓 Hen

you didn’t get yours yet? I was sure I sent some to dispatch. Next batch, all yours

Tommy🚁

you’ve seriously had to send baking to dispatch?

🐓 Hen

and other stations, the hospital, and the police station

Lucy🚁

okay, so sounds like buck still has feelings and would be open to a reconciliation?

Tommy 🚁

big word donato

Lucy🚁

big fuckup kinard

make me write

[hippiegoth97]

Hangman's Joke: An Eddie Munson x Reader Halloween Special (The Crow AU) Part Four

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Special Thanks to @keikoraven for beta reading for me <3

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smoking, fighting, abuse, blood, murder, violence, weapons, guns, gun violence, gore, death, animal death, character death, murder, angst, crying, happy ending

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Part Four

October 31st, 1992

Max is woken up early in the morning to a pillow thrown at her face, followed by the covers being yanked off of her body. She lets out a small annoyed sound as she stirs, rolling over and reaching for the end of the blanket.

“Where the hell were you last night?” Billy’s voice hits her sleepy head like a brick, knocking her wide awake. Her eyes snap open, and she sits up in bed.

“I was over at Lucas’s house. Why is it any of your business?” Max sasses, getting out of bed, still wearing the clothes Y/N dressed her in last night. She goes over to her dresser, picking up a brush to sort out her hair. It’s always a tangled mess in the morning when she doesn’t put it up. 

“It’s my business because Mom and Dad didn’t know where you were, and they chewed me out for it! Do the Sinclairs not have a phone?” Billy snarls, stepping closer to Max.

“It wouldn’t have to be your business if you moved out and stopped mooching off our parents.” Max mutters, running the firm bristles through her ginger locks.

“What was that?” Billy barks, just waiting for her to give him a reason to beat her sorry ass.

“I forgot to call. Sorry.” Max answers sheepishly, setting the brush down. She looks at Billy in the mirror’s reflection, finding his icy stare waiting for her.

“I know what people have been saying around town, Max. That somehow that satanic bitch is back, and killing my friends.” Billy says, his tone equal parts furious and sly. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, now, would you?” He asks, every word telling her she’s on dangerous ground.

“No.” Max scoffs, rolling her eyes. “She’s dead. Everybody knows that.” She adds nervously.

“Yeah, well, it seems somebody is out looking for revenge. But I can’t think of anyone who would give a rat’s ass enough to come after us in their name. Can you?” Billy stands right behind her now, having slowly approached during his unnerving questions.

“N-No.” She stutters, feeling his breath over her shoulder.

“That’s right. Because other than you, and that pig Hopper, no one cared about those fucking freaks.” He seethes, holding Max’s stare in the mirror with unfiltered malice. “Now, I’m givin’ you one last chance to tell the truth. Where were you last night? And where is that crazy bitch hiding out?” Billy commands, raising a hand to grip his little sister’s shoulder. He squeezes it hard, not intending to let go until she gives him what he wants.

“You’re crazy. Even if Y/N was alive, I’d never tell you where she is.” Max scoffs, playing up her skepticism. It’ll take a lot more than Billy’s typical threats to get her to spill the beans.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Max!” Billy yells, forcing her to turn around in his grip. “You tell me where she is, right now, goddamnit!” He frantically shakes her, hoping the answers will come spilling out. 

“I don’t know! Stop acting crazy! Let me go!” Max squirms and flails, trying to break free from his grasp. But he’s bigger and stronger than her, so it's no use. She continues to scream, pounding her fists on his chest.

“Stop lying to me! I know she’s back! And I’m gonna kill her again! I swear to god, Max! Answer me!” Billy shouts back, his eyes growling wilder by the minute, murderous rage filling him from the inside out. 

“I’ll never tell you!” Max cries, tears streaming down her cheeks in fear. Billy’s gone crazy on her before, many, many times. But never like this, so unhinged and monstrous. “Your friends got what they deserved! And soon enough, you’ll get yours, too!” She pounds harder on his chest, kicking up her leg to knee him in the crotch. She sticks the landing, sending Billy falling to the floor.

“Shit.” Billy gasps as the wind is knocked out of his chest, nearly collapsing onto the floor while clutching between his legs. Max runs from the room, rushing to find her jacket and shoes and make an escape. Her parents are out for the day, her mother doing the weekly shopping, while her father is bowling with his buddies from work. There’s no one to help her, and she needs to get out now. “Come back here, you little bitch!” He yells from her room, still waiting for the pain to pass before he can get up and go after her.

Max doesn’t respond, too preoccupied with struggling to pull her sneakers on. The left one is on, but the right is giving her trouble. Her foot just won’t go in at the correct angle, and her heart pounds in her ears as she tries to hurry. She can see Billy slowly climbing to his knees from her spot near the front door. She finally gets the other shoe on, slinging her jacket on next and grabbing her skateboard. Max goes for the door, stealing a look behind her to find Billy speeding her way. She lets out a scream, yanking the door open and running outside. 

“Fuckin’ bitch! Get back here!” Billy growls as he misses her by an inch, the door slamming shut in his face. He turns the knob, throwing it back open in his pursuit. It slams against the inside of the house, and he finds Max attempting to drop her board and skate away. He hurries down the front steps, eager to catch up to her. She’s got one hell of an ass-kicking coming her way.

“Shit.” Max mutters as her wheels get stuck in a pile of rain-matted leaves sticking out past the gutter, kicking her foot to try and squeak through them. The wheels screech at her in protest, becoming more jammed up in the peat mess of foliage with every stroke of her leg. “C’mon, dammit!” She grunts in frustration. She’s about to abandon the board and run, when it finally pushes through and she nearly rockets forward just before Billy has the chance to snatch her up altogether. “Yes!” She cries in victory, adrenaline coursing through her as she speeds off. 

“Get back here, Max! Right now!” Billy tries to keep up, running as fast as he can to match Max’s speed. But his athleticism is no match for a set of wheels. Once Max turns down the block, she's got too much ground on him to catch up. “Fuck!” He growls, balling his fists at his sides. He punches a nearby mailbox, leaving a large dent in the thin metal, as well as a bit of blood from his knuckles. He storms back inside, already forming a plan to stop this shit once and for all. He won’t let this bitch win, not a chance in hell. If he has to see to it that she’s cremated this time, so be it. He will not rest until Witch Bitch Munson is shuffled off this mortal coil once again. And he knows just who to call to help him out.

It’s an uncharacteristically clear day on Halloween morning, the sun poking through sparse clouds. The only traces of the intense storming throughout the previous night are soaked piles of dead leaves, and slow-drying puddles on the pavement outside. It’s a fresh new day, setting the perfect stage for your final act. You received just short of Hopper’s outright blessing, and Max is in a better place mentally after your short reunion. Talking to them both has helped you feel much better about the whole thing. They know it isn’t your fault that you’re back, and they hold no affection for the men who took you and Eddie away in the first place. Divine justice, Hop called it last night. Oddly spiritual, coming from him. 

You’re itching to get this shitshow on the road already, but the crow warns you that danger is afoot. It appears Billy, the ringleader in your murder, doesn’t plan on going down easy. And in turn, neither will Jason. You can sense it all through the mind’s eye of the dark bird, hear their plotting and see the numbers they intend to amass this evening. A good ten other men will be gearing up with weapons of all sorts, and locking themselves down at Carver’s house. You can hear them making remarks about how good they’re gonna get you this time, how they’ll make the devil regret sending you back here. If they only knew the half of it. You recognize a couple of the guys from last night, surely they’ll regale the others with their tales of ‘satanic mind control’ to fan the vitriolic flames that burn inside of them all. You’re certainly in for a challenge, for once. And you’re looking forward to it, leaving all regret and shame at the door. 

There’s something else, though, concealed from your view. You don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t feel good. The crow won’t allow you to see, for it will throw your mission off course. It’s like black feathers are flapping in your vision, dizzying your head when you try to focus on it. You’re annoyed that you aren’t allowed this small piece of knowledge, given how much the crow has consistently shown you throughout this experience. You only hope it doesn’t involve your friends getting hurt, you couldn’t rest peacefully if anything happened to them. You light up another cigarette, second to last in the pack, waiting for your cue to take a final bow once the sun goes down.

Hopper’s startled out of his beer-steeped slumber by a pounding on his door, making him roll over with a loud groan. He squints his eyes open, peeking at the clock on his bedside table. 9am, he should already be at the station by now. He spent far longer than he thought he would talking to Y/N last night, and as much as his head hurts from the beers they shared, he doesn’t regret a second of it. Although, it’s probably Powell and Callahan currently banging down his door. The knocking still hasn’t stopped in his moment of contemplation, it would be best to answer it sooner than later. 

“Coming!” Jim calls to whoever is on the other side of the door, wiping his hands over his face as he sits up in bed. He picks his robe up off the floor, standing to put it on. It wouldn’t exactly be polite to answer the door in his boxer shorts, after all. “Keep your pants on.” He says as he slowly walks down the hall to meet his visitor. He grabs hold of the doorknob, twisting it to pull it open and reveal who’s outside. He finds Max standing on his doorstep, tears staining her red, puffy cheeks, her body trembling in utter terror. “Max, what’s wrong?” He asks, surprised to see her in this state. She doesn’t answer his question, too busy choking on her sobs. Something must have happened, and given how distraught she looks, it’s really, really bad. "Come inside, kid.” He sighs, looking behind her to see if anyone else is around. Y/N, or the crow that was with her, or someone far less friendly.

“I didn’t want to lead him right to her.” Max hiccups once she’s inside, following Hopper as he brings her to the couch.

“What do you mean? What’s going on, Max?” Jim asks, confused.

“Billy. He knows that Y/N’s alive. He was grilling me all about it, and he wouldn’t let me go. I thought he was gonna hurt me.” Max starts crying again as she speaks, her words making a flare of anger rise in Jim’s chest. “I wouldn’t tell him, and I managed to get away. I wanted to go to Y/N, and warn her. But I was worried Billy might follow me.” She shoves herself into Hopper's chest, her fear getting the best of her. His arms close over her instantly, holding her close to keep her safe.

“It’s alright, kid. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” Jim says softly, though his insides boil with rage. 

“It’s not me I’m worried about, Hop.” She whimpers, muffled by his robe.

“I know.” He replies simply, becoming rather worried himself now that Hargrove is no doubt gathering his posse and gearing up for a fight. Y/N’s grown rather formidable in her newly-undead state, but those young men pack a hell of a punch regardless. “Look, I’m meant to be at the station, you can come with me. There’ll be other officers around, and you’ll be safe. Okay?” Jim offers. 

“Isn’t there anything we can do to help her?” Max asks, raising her head to look in Jim’s eyes. She finds no answer within them, and helplessness spreads through her veins like ice water. 

“I don’t know, kid.” Hopper sighs, unsure what else to say. He wishes he could drop everything and drive over to Crystal Ridge, and back Y/N up when the fight comes to her. But there’s too many responsibilities waiting for him. Parents to identify bodies, reporters with questions, his fellow officers needing a plan of action from their commanding officer. Unfortunately, that leaves Y/N on her own for the time being. And it kills him to do so once again, he can’t be there in her time of need. He only hopes she can fight back this time, and earn her victory. 

“Promise me you’ll at least try?” Max asks, picking at her cuticles as she’s aware of how big of a request she’s making. She doesn’t want Hop to get hurt, then she’d have no one. But Y/N has thus far taken the brunt of the risk, and Max finds it unfair to let her suffer it all herself. Again.

“Of course I will, Max. I’ll do everything I can.” Hopper promises, nodding his head even though the words feel like a cruel lie. No matter how much or how little effort he does end up putting in this time around, it will never feel like enough. His best wasn’t enough to save Sarah, or the Munsons, not even Pete fucking Howell. “I gotta get dressed, kid. Did you eat yet?” He asks as he stands up.

“No, didn’t have a chance to.” Max answers, her stomach rumbling.

“I’ve got Eggos in the freezer, pop a couple in the toaster before we leave.” Jim instructs as he walks down the hall to his bedroom.

“You got it, Chief!” Max perks up, heading for the kitchen. 

Jim chuckles, closing the door. He hurries to get ready, fishing out a clean set of his tan uniform from the closet. He’s got to look his best for the news cameras when he gives a public statement about these brutal killings. Brutal, but deserved, he thinks briefly, making note to leave that last part out. 

“Are you sure about this?” Jason asks, pacing the floor of his living room. Billy’s just filled him in on his little theory about who the killer is, and the plan he has in mind to take care of her. 

“Yeah, man. The bitch is back, and we gotta put her down. For good this time.” Billy says with cruel confidence, crossing his arms from his spot on Jason’s couch.

“I mean, you realize how crazy this sounds, right? Y/N Munson is dead, we sure saw to that a year ago.” Jason retorts, wondering if Hargrove has truly lost it this time.

“Believe me, Carver, I know how it sounds. But it’s the only thing that makes sense. Besides, Max told me all I needed to know.” Billy responds, unfazed. 

“Which was what, exactly?” Jason questions, growing rather irritated with all these ghost stories. There’s been more than enough gossip around town in the short amount of time Tommy and Steve turned up dead. And he would love nothing more than to forget all about that night. He did what was right for the town, and that’s all. He’d prefer not to have any part in a recreation of the justice the four of them served. 

“Enough to know that Y/N Munson is back, and she’s gunning right for us!” Billy snaps, making the other man flinch. He sighs, putting his rage away, saving it for the satanic whore who deserves it. “Look, I don’t like it any more than you do. But I, for one, am not gonna sit by and wait for that devil-worshiping cunt to come along and slit my throat.” He explains.

“And how do you suppose we do that?” Carver asks, more full of questions than he’s ever been. 

“We’re gonna round up the boys, and gear up.” Billy says, as if the answer is obvious. “We’re also gonna go get my sister and bring her here. She’s gonna be the bait.” An evil grin spreads across his lips, and he cracks his knuckles. He’s going to enjoy killing Munson again, and he’ll enjoy making Max watch this time even more.

While Hopper has been busy handling the frantic press and public all afternoon, Max has been sitting in a chair in the bullpen at the station. Officers hustle and bustle all around her, answering calls from the tip line Jim put out for the citizens to report anything ‘suspicious’. She doubts anything these officers are writing down will be relevant, probably just more silly rumors and bored housewives looking for attention. Flo, a kind old woman who sits at reception, brings Max homemade cookies and hot chocolate with a warm smile on her face. No one else really pays the girl any mind, but it’s not their fault. This town hasn’t seen anything this big since the events of last year, which has everyone in a frenzy to get to the bottom of it. It all feels rather pointless to Max, and surely Hopper as well, given that they know exactly what’s going on and have no intention of stopping it.

Max doodles on a pad of paper Flo supplied to her, sketching crows with wispy black feathers and close-ups of motorcycles. She would draw Y/N, too, but she’s never been very good at faces. Plus, she’d hate for one of the cops to come by and question her about it. It’s odd enough that she’s drawing birds that represent death and mechanical parts, as opposed to the landscapes and flowers one would expect from her creative hand. She hopes Jim will be finished with the press conference soon, an uneasy feeling has been twisting around in her stomach ever since he left her in here. Like danger lurks just around the corner. Just a little longer, she tells herself. Hop will be back soon, and everything will be fine.

Max munches on her cookies, sipping the cocoa to wash it down. The sounds of phones ringing, voices mingling together, and the scratching of pens on paper lulls her into a false sense of security. She continues to sketch, filling the page with the things that have stuck with her since her visit to see Y/N. “Damn.” She lets out a small sigh when she messes up on getting the curve of the crow’s beak just right, turning her pencil over to erase the mistake. She fixes it right up, smiling happily at her handiwork. With the page full to the brim now, she gives her eyes a break from staring down at the paper. Just as she looks up, the last person she wants to see right now comes storming into the station.

“There you are, you little shit!” Billy yells as he stomps over to her. His words draw the attention of everyone in the bullpen, all other sounds falling silent. He reaches her in no time at all, grabbing her roughly by the arm.

“Ow, let me go!” Max shouts, looking to the officers around her for help. A couple of them have their hands trained on their holsters, ready to pull out their weapons if necessary.

“Nobody try anything!” Billy announces as he takes notice of their guarded actions, pulling a large pistol from his jeans. He holds it up, waving it at various officers to get his point across. “Don’t try to stop me, or I’ll shoot her!” He warns, yanking Max to her feet. His eyes dart around the room, checking to see how many officers there are. Eight of them spread through the room, all standing at their desks. Except for one, who attempts to slowly make his way over to Billy. His hands are outstretched defensively, a cautious expression on his face. “Hey! Don’t come any closer!” Billy snarls, pointing the gun at the officer. The man stops in his tracks, eyes widening as Hargrove cocks the weapon. “Stay back! All of you!” He shouts, his features taken over by mania.

“Billy, let me go!” Max protests, squirming in his hold. His hand is wrapped tightly around her arm, enough to leave her with a bruise later. She wonders where Hopper is, why he hasn’t come back yet. He could easily put an end to all this.

“Shut up, you little bitch!” Billy growls in her face, going so far as to smack the loaded gun across her face. She screams as cold metal meets her forehead, immediately sending a throbbing pain into her skull, and a trickle of blood runs down her face from a small gash the weapon leaves behind. The onlookers gasp in horror at the abuse, but they all stay where they are with their hands held up. 

“Why are you doing this?” Max whimpers as she rubs her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she realizes no help is coming to her now.

“You’re comin’ with me. I’m setting a little trap for your friend.” Billy says, just low enough for only her to hear. “And then you’re gonna watch me kill her again.” He chuckles darkly, tugging her along with him now. “Where’s the back door outta here?” He addresses the room again, expecting a quick answer. A couple apprehensive fingers point behind him, but it may be a trick to catch him off guard. He goes for the officer that meant to approach him before, pointing his weapon at him once again. “You! Show me the way out!” Billy commands. When the cop doesn’t move right away, he turns the gun on his sister. He holds the barrel to her temple, causing her to shriek. “I’ll fucking shoot her, I swear to god!”

“No, don’t! I-I’ll show you. Follow me.” The officer says nervously, gesturing towards the back of the station. 

“Lead the way.” Billy replies, nudging the gun in his grip. Max lets out a sigh of relief when it’s not held at her head anymore, though her sobs don’t stop. Her eyes plead with every officer she passes, and Flo, to do something, anything to stop her brother. They outnumber him, most of them have weapons. And yet here they stand, useless as always. 

The officer, who’s tag Max didn’t have a chance to read, shows them to a back door down a short hallway next to the bullpen. The man opens the door for them, and stands back to let Billy lead Max outside. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes weakly to Max, before closing the door behind him.

Billy leads Max around to the front of the building, bypassing the crowd out front with the gun pressed against her back. Max sees Hopper at a podium, issuing his statement and answering questions from the press. She wills him to notice her, to tell him telepathically that she’s in danger. “If you scream, I’ll make sure to aim for the pig Chief first.” Billy whispers threateningly, still dragging her along. No one notices anything is amiss, too focused on the big show. “Get in the car.” Billy instructs as he shoves Max forward towards his Camarro. He rushes to pull his keys from his pocket, it won’t take long for those scared little piggies to alert Hopper of the situation.

Max thinks it over for a moment, stalling as she opens her door once it’s unlocked. It’s risky to draw attention to herself. Billy could hurt someone, even from the far end of the parking lot. Or he could hurt her worse than he already has. But she takes her chance when Billy’s preoccupied with getting the engine started. “Help!” She cries, as loud as she can, hoping it’s enough to be heard over the mass of reporters outside. “Please! Help! Help me! Somebody!” She continues.

“Shut the fuck up, and get in the car! I told you, I’ll shoot Hopper if you don’t quit it!” Billy barks, reaching over the seat to grab her arm that’s barely inside the car.

“Someone please! Help! Hopper!” Max screams, and a few heads in the crowd turn her way. 

Hopper finally sees her from his vantage point, eyes blowing wide. Billy’s come to take her, and there’s blood running down her face. He hurt her. “Stop that car!” Jim shouts, pointing in the direction of the Camarro. He leaves the podium, trying to get past the crowd and reach Max.

“Get in the fucking car! Or I’ll shoot you right now!” Billy yells, his final warning. Without thinking, Max stops screaming, and gets into the car. She pulls her door closed, and Billy speeds off like he’s drag racing the Devil. Max doubles over, sobbing uncontrollably as she hates herself for giving in. But she doesn’t want to die, or for Hop to get hurt. So, for now, she’ll have to play damsel in distress. Her only hope for savior now will be when Y/N comes to take the last two lives she’s owed.

“Dammit!” Hopper exclaims as Billy speeds off. A couple officers come up to him, reporting what happened inside the station while he was busy. “Why didn’t you stop him? All of you are trained and armed, for fuck’s sake!” He shouts, before forcing himself to take a deep breath. The cameras are still rolling, and there’s a lot riding on his handling of the situation in a calm, respectable manner. This conversation can continue behind closed doors, as loud and as angry as he wants to be. Within reason. “Just…find them. Now.” He says as calmly as he can, dismissing the officers to get on it. This certainly complicates things.

Without a second thought, or the effort to alert anyone as to where he’s going, Hopper gets into his truck and goes straight to the place where he knows Y/N is hiding out. He peels out of the lot, ignoring the news crews that chase after him. The vultures can wait for whatever statement he’ll no doubt have to make after this is all sorted. If he makes it out alive, that is. His hands squeeze hard on the steering wheel, the rubber material twisting under his strangling grasp. This entire ordeal is getting out of hand, and he’s damn near clueless on what to do about it. He’s just the Chief of police in a small town made up of nothing. Hostage situations and task forces aren’t exactly in the realm of normal operations. Maybe back at his old precinct in the city, but there’s barely enough officers here to deal with a standard robbery, let alone this clusterfuck. 

Hopper’s front tires roll over the curb outside of Crystal Ridge, no time can be spared for perfect parking as the sun goes down. He jumps out of the truck, nearly falling on his face in the rush. He catches himself with the side of the vehicle, breathing hard as thoughts of what harm may come to Max play wildly in his head. He hopes that Y/N’s here, she has to be. He needs her help, now more than ever. And Max even more so. Hopper heads inside, jogging up the steps and down the pitch dark hallway. He approaches the open door to the Munson residence, a place he hasn’t returned to in almost a year. He walks through the threshold, looking around at the trashed interior.

“Y/N?” Hopper calls for you, startling you out of your train of thought about how exactly to pay Billy back for ruining everything you ever cared about. “Are you here? Max is in trouble. We don’t have a lot of time.” He calls out to you breathlessly, still awaiting a response.

“Yeah, I’m here.” You step out of the bedroom to reveal  yourself. “What’s going on?” You ask with worry.

“Billy’s got her. Max came to me this morning, she was really upset. They had a fight. I brought her with me today, and Billy held the station at gunpoint to take her. He knows you’re back, and he’s using her as bait to lure you out.” Hopper explains, struggling to keep a hold on his breath. 

“I already know where he is. The crow showed me. Well, not everything.” You reply, turning to fix the bird in question with a glare. I knew you were hiding something from me, you little shit. It gives a small caw in response, bowing its head as if to offer an apology. You turn to look at Jim again, putting aside the omission of truths. “But, I know what I’m walking into.” You say confidently, and he gives you an odd look.

“Mind filling me in? Jim asks, thinking he may be able to provide some backup this time around.

“This’ll teach you to run from me.” Billy snarls as he tightens Max’s restraints. He’s got her tied up to one of Jason’s kitchen chairs, with a thick strip of duct tape placed over her mouth. Can’t have the neighbors in the rich part of town hearing a little girl’s cries for help, now, can he?

“Is this really necessary, man? She’s just a kid.” Jason asks, his teeth worrying his lip as he looks at the girl. Endless tears stain her cheeks, blood from the pistol-whip Billy gave her dripping down to her chin, dark and crusted over her pale complexion. His stomach rolls, wondering if perhaps his friend is going too far to bring Y/N down. If she’s even the one who’s been doing all this. He wants to believe so, but he hasn’t exactly seen any proof.

“Believe me, she’s more than earned it.” Billy replies, standing up as the rope is tied tightly across the back of the chair. “Besides, we can’t have her screaming her head off, or running to the neighbors for help. Then we’ll really be fucked.” He explains, rather annoyed with the look of  uncertainty on Carver’s face. “What’s up your ass?” Billy asks, stepping closer to his nervous friend.

“Nothing. I just hope you’re right. And that you know what you’re doing.” Jason says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Have I ever steered you wrong before?” Billy poses the question curiously, gauging Jason’s reaction. He’d hate to have to add another hostage to this situation. Or another body.

“N-No.” Jason stutters, recognizing the coy, shark-like look in Billy’s eyes. The look that carries the threatening idea of ‘you’re either with me, or against me, and lord help you if you become my enemy’. “You’re right. Let’s do this.” Jason adds, nodding his head in confidence. He’s shaking in his boots on the inside, but he's in too deep to pussy out now.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Billy chuckles menacingly, proud that his partner in crime has made the wise decision to see things his way. He turns toward the men he’s rounded up in Jason’s house, and addresses them as a group. “Is everybody ready!?” He asks them, expecting a quick response.

“Yeah!” The men say in unison, brandishing their various weapons. Axes, ball bats, switchblades, brass knuckles for a couple of them, and Billy of course with his lethal new toy he swiped from his father’s safe. 

“Are we ready to send this bitch back to hell where she belongs!?” Billy asks, louder this time to rile them up.

“Yeah!” They respond as one once again, Jason included. 

“Then let’s fucking do it!” Billy cries, causing the men to break out into hoots and hollers. He looks over at Jason again, a slick smirk on his lips. “Now, all we gotta do is wait.” He says casually, the intent of cold-blooded murder settling deep within his veins.

As the moon rises on Halloween night, the time has finally come. The stage is set, the actors have taken their places, and the final act is ready to play out. All that’s left is for you to make your grand entrance. Billy, Jason, and their goons are hunkered down and armed to the teeth, with Max held captive under their close watch. You ride through town towards the house on Karma’s back, the crow perched on your shoulder, with Hopper following close behind in his truck.

The plan you’ve quickly concocted together goes as follows: You and Hopper will go to the Carver house, where you’ll make your way inside while Hopper waits outside and calls for backup. Cops will surround the place, and maybe even attempt to negotiate with Billy and Jason. Little will they know that you’re slicing and dicing your way through the men inside, rescuing Max in the process. You hope to slip out once the work is done, but that’s where things get complicated. Since every available officer will be forming an impenetrable wall around the house, Hopper will have to be the first one inside after the bloodbath. He’ll have to rely on timing, and maintain total control of the situation. Neither of which have been Jim’s strong suits, try as he might to exert complete authority. Tonight will be make or break. One wrong step, a single bad call, and it all goes to hell.

You pull up to the house, the moon shining down upon you through pitchy clouds as the sky threatens the entire town with rain. You kill Karma’s engine, Hop following suit with the truck. He gets out for a moment, walking over to you. “You sure you can handle this, kid? There’s a lot of angry, dangerous men in there, especially Billy.” He says with worry, wishing you’d let him come inside and help you take the fuckers out.

“I’m gonna be fine, Jim. They’re the ones that should be afraid.” You reply, glancing bitterly at the green-painted front door of the Carver residence. Just two more (or twelve, if it comes to that), and then this will all be over. You’ll be able to rest again, peacefully this time, and return to your love. 

“He has a gun, Y/N. I don’t want Max getting caught in the crossfire.” He presses, needing you to understand what you’re about to do, who you’re putting at risk.

“I know, Hop. I’m not gonna let them hurt her. She’ll get out in one piece, even if I don’t.” You say seriously, under no pretense that this third and final battle will leave you unscathed. Billy is calculating, and spry. Jason isn’t any less intimidating. And they’ve rounded up a small army, all of whom have the sole focus of putting you in the ground for the second time. 

“Okay.” He nods, though his gut still has all sorts of uneasy feelings about this.

“It’ll be fine. Just stick to the plan, and everything will work out fine.” You reassure him “I love you, Hop. Thanks, for everything.” You pull him in for a hug, which feels much more like a goodbye than either of you appreciate.

“Love you, too, kiddo. Go save our girl, and give those two shitheads my regards.” Jim smiles as he joins the embrace, though it would be nice if he didn’t ever have to let you go. It hurt enough the first time. But this is the way things are, and time is running out. It’s now or never, and he has no intention of denying you your bittersweet revenge.

“I will.” You say simply as you pull away. You think about verbalizing an actual farewell, but it would feel like a waste of words. You’ve said all you can, and the time for talking has long since passed. Now is the time for action. You exchange a small nod with the man, and turn away to head inside. You light up the last cigarette in the pack, tossing the empty box on the ground. You draw your twin knives, saving the switchblade for the final blow you intend to serve to Hargrove. It’s only polite to return the knife to its rightful owner, after all. You allow the rage to well up inside you as it has two times before, gearing up for a bloody fight as your feet clomp up the front steps. You take a deep breath as you meet the doormat, closing your eyes for a moment to gather yourself. “Let’s fucking finish this.” You say to yourself with purpose, a small encouraging caw leaving the crow. 

Without another second to lose, you lift up your right leg, and proceed to kick the front door right off its hinges. The wood splits off in a shatter of splinters, large chunks sliding across the floor into the foyer. You step through the threshold, finding the gang of men staring at you in disbelief in the living room to your left. “Sorry I’m late.” You say sarcastically, stalking into the room. The bird flies from your shoulder to perch on a nearby lamp, making the men duck as it swoops close to their heads. You take a large puff from your smoke, flicking the ash with the cig still planted between your lips. A neat trick Eddie showed you once, using one’s tongue to discard the ash when one’s hands are…preoccupied.

You take a good look around, finding Max first. She’s tied up similarly to the way you and Eddie were, but with tape pasted to her mouth. She’s got a wound on her head, from Billy, no doubt. It doesn’t look too serious, she’ll be alright once you get her out of here. You give her an assuring nod, letting her know you’ve got this under control. You leave her be once she nods back, gazing at each of the men who stand before you with weapons held in their sweaty hands. Most of them clearly don’t have the stomach for this, mob mentality or not. They’ll be easy enough to knock out. You’re not here to cause any unnecessary death. “Looks like quite the party.” You observe, perking up when you lay eyes on Jason and Billy standing at the far end of the room. “Hello, boys.” You greet them, a sickening smile spread across your lipstick-smudged mouth.

“I fucking knew you were back.” Billy growls, nudging Jason’s ribs. “What did I tell you?” He says to the other man.

“I can’t believe it.” Jason murmurs, ignoring the bruising jab of Billy’s elbow prodding at him. “This can't really be happening. It’s impossible!”

“Jesus Christ, not this song and dance again!” You groan, rolling your eyes. “Your eyes aren’t foolin’ ya, Carver! I’m back, and with a goddamn vengeance!” You explain as you laugh at his confusion. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, who’s first?” You ask, holding the knives up in your grasp. The light of the room glints off their steel blades, twinkling in the most threatening way. Without a word, about half the men Billy and Jason rounded up find themselves running out of the house, screaming in terror as they scramble to be the first to make it out the broken doorway and into the night to escape. “Well, that’s a shame. I was looking forward to a fair fight.” You play up a sigh as you watch the last one stumble through the exit. You turn back to find Billy storming over to you, nostrils flaring and gun poised in your direction.

“Enough of this shit!” He roars, pulling back the hammer of the pistol and firing a shot at you. It rings through the air, but you act quickly enough to raise your arm up so the bullet goes clean through your wrist.

“Fuck.” You grunt as it makes contact, searing hot and ripping through flesh and bone like it's nothing. Dark viscera oozes messily down your sleeve as you hold up the wound, waiting for the magic to happen and further frighten your adversaries. “Wanna see somethin’ cool?” You ask darkly, your smile returning as your stare into Billy’s angry eyes. He doesn’t say a thing, too enamored by the black sludge leaking from you to speak. Something isn’t right here, you’re not right. His fury morphs into fear as your wound closes itself up, bones regrowing and skin sealing the seams without leaving a trace. “Neat, huh?” You ask, taking a swipe at him with your left hand. Your blade makes clean contact with his bicep, slicing all the way down through the muscle.

“Shit!” Billy yelps, jumping back away from you as you attempt to land another blow. His hand tries to cover the deep wound, quickly becoming washed over in warm blood. “Get her!” He orders.

“Aw, did someone lose their nerve?” You pout playfully at him, not paying mind to the men who intend to rush you. You could take them out with your eyes closed and hand tied behind your back at this point. It’s almost boring. Almost. “Fine, fine. I’ll take care of your little lap dogs first. Save the best for last!” You shout as your blade stabs into the stomach of one of the men, ripping your arm across to make his innards spill out. He cries aloud in agony, failing to hold onto his slippery intestines as he falls to the floor with a thump. Your eyes stay glued to Jason and Billy as you work your way through their friends, lambs lead to slaughter by their former teammates. The second man tries to land a punch across your cheek, but you end up slashing his wrist wide open instead. You kick him swiftly in the chest, crushing his ribs and sending him flying across the room. He takes a glass coffee table with him on the way down, glass shattering and embedding inside of him in jagged shards. Weak wheezing can be heard from where he lands as he bleeds out, but the other men keep on coming. 

The last three try to tag-team you, armed with sharpened axes and knives. Without breaking a sweat, or the stare you’ve been maintaining this entire time, you block their blows one after another. You defend against heavy swings, the ching of blades zooming past your ears as they repeatedly miss. Kicks and punches are leisurely thwarted, the routine becoming quite predictable in a matter of seconds. Growing bored of playing with your proverbial food, you snatch one of the men into your grasp by shoving a knife into his arm, embedding deep into his flesh. He screams for mercy as you tug him closer, using your leverage to pull his arm back and snap it in two. His agony grows louder, like a wild animal caught in a trap. One of the others tries to get a swing in, but you use their captured friend as a shield to catch the blow. An ax blade lands deep within his chest, causing him to gurgle up blood and struggle for air. The other man pulls back, removing the ax and sending a spray of red all over the four of you. You remove your own knife from your prey with a clean spin, sending his body behind you into the foyer.

“Jesus Christ, she’s gonna kill us all.” Jason murmurs in realization, wishing he’d never agreed to this stupid plan.

“Not if we don’t let her. Go get that damn bird, there’s something weird about it.” Billy says to him, pointing in the corvid’s direction. It’s been watching this scene play out, with far more intelligence than he’s seen most birds have. Perhaps there’s something about it that’s tied to Y/N’s seemingly immortal constitution, though he thinks this over in much less complex terms.

“Why me? That thing gives me the creeps!” Jason retorts, shaking his head as the bird tilts its head at him. He doesn’t like the look in its onyx eyes, how it seems to be peering into his very soul.

“That’s the point! Now, go! I’ll take care of this crazy bitch.” Billy orders, shoving Jason toward the crow.

“Fine, fine. But if I get pecked, it’s your fault.” Jason says begrudgingly. 

While Jason attempts to catch your feathered friend, you’re busy slicing the throat of the second-to-last goon wide open. It’s not nearly as satisfying as Harrington’s was to cut, but it still fuels you to keep going nonetheless. These fuckers had a chance to run, to play no part in this. But they chose to stay, so their fates are sealed. You toss his body to the floor once his blood has left you soaking wet, left with one more to take down. “Let’s make this quick. I’ve got much more important things to take care of.” You toss a glance at the man you’re speaking to, recognizing him from last night. Patrick, you think his name is. “Guess the things I showed you weren’t enough to change anything, huh?” You ask, reminding him of the mind-melting torment you put him through.

“Hell no. You got what was coming to you.” Patrick seethes, holding up his ax once again. He’s coated head to toe in the blood of his friends, the wood handle of his weapon slick in his trembling hands. “You, and that pervert husband of yours.” He adds, rubbing salt in the wound.

“Don’t you dare talk about him!” You scream with rage, a switch flipping inside of you at his words. You stop fucking around, and ram both of your knives as deep into Patrick’s pathetic chest as you possibly can. The air is stolen from his lungs, quickly being replaced with blood to drown him. “Fuck you, you piece of shit!” You continue to yell as you drive him towards the wall. He slams into the floral wallpaper smearing ruby red all over the place. “Don’t you ever talk about him! Ever! Ever! Ever!” Your screams grow louder, more feral as you pull your blades out and shove them back into Patrick’s flesh over and over. Expletives fly from your lips, joined by jab after jab as you rip and tear him to shreds from the inside out. His torso nearly looks like raw hamburger by the time you’re through. You pull the knives out one final time, and his lifeless body slides down the wall, leaving a trail of viscera behind.

“Gotcha!” Jason says as he lunges for the crow, just barely catching it in his hands. It squawks and caws, flapping its wings wildly at being captured. “I got it! I got it!” He cheers, bringing it over to Billy.

“Well, at least you're good for something, Carver.” Billy chuckles, patting his friend on the shoulder condescendingly. 

“Whatever, just take the damn thing.” Jason shoves the crow his way, not wanting to hold it any longer.

“No, hold it still. I’ll take care of the little fucker.” Billy barks, holding his gun up to aim it at the bird’s head.

“What are you, crazy? What if you shoot me?” Jason protests, struggling to keep a hold of the crow, its talons scratching relentlessly at his hands.

“I’m not gonna shoot you, dammit! Just keep it still!” Billy yells, pulling the hammer back on the weapon.

“Let the bird go!” You shout in their direction, stomping over with the bloody knives still in your hands.

“No way! It’s got somethin’ to do with why you’re…like that. And I’m not fighting an undead, satanic bitch if I have anything to say about it!” Hargrove shakes his head, training the barrel of the pistol at the crow’s head. It gives you a sullen look, accepting its fate.

“No, don’t!” You scream as Billy pulls the trigger, hitting the corvid point-blank in its tiny skull. You fall to your knees, sensing your being becoming less impervious and more…mortal. You feel the connection between you and the bird become lost, leaving you to fend for yourself. It falls lifeless in Jason’s grip, and he yelps as he drops its body on the floor.

“Jesus! I told you not to do that! The bullet could’ve gone straight through and hit me!” Jason smacks Billy in the chest, his ears ringing from the shot.

“Stop bein’ such a baby! You’re fine, and the damn bird is dead! Mission accomplished!” Billy shoves him back, his words coming out frantic and gleeful. “Now we can kill the fucking whore!” He laughs, turning to look at you now. “Bring it on, Witch Bitch. I’m lookin’ forward to round two.” He jeers at you, grabbing at his crotch with his free hand.

“Careful what you wish for, Hargrove. You just might get it.” You pant, slowly returning to your feet.

Suddenly, you hear the wail of sirens outside. Backup has officially arrived. Right on schedule. “This is Hawkins Police. We have you surrounded. Let the girl go, and come out with your hands up!” You hear Hopper’s voice boom through his megaphone. The signal to finish this shit and get the hell out of here. Easier said than done when the one thing keeping you safe had its brains splattered on the living room floor.

“Looks like our time is almost up, boys. Let’s get this over with.” You say, refreshing your grip on your twin blades.

“Gladly.” Billy growls, and he and Jason run towards you, a determined battle cry leaving their heaving chests. 

Though your immunity to injury has been stripped from you, it appears your strength and reflexes are here to stay, for the time being. You drop to your knees, and stick one leg out to trip the men as they charge you. They go tumbling over your extended limb, landing hard on the wood floor. You decide to go after Jason first, he’s got less fight in him than Billy by a mile. You swing yourself around on your knees, straddling him just as he manages to turn over onto his back. “Sorry, Carver. You’re up first.” You say as your thighs pin him to the ground, though he tries to squirm beneath you.

“Billy! Help me, goddammit!” Jason shrieks, turning his head to look at Billy, who’s currently rubbing his bleeding, bruising head that smacked right into the thick leg of his father’s antique writing desk. “Shit.” He mutters, watching his friend groan in pain as a concussion takes hold. 

“Hargrove can’t help you now.” You say to the sniveling man below you, drawing his terror-filled eyes your way. “I’d say something clever before I kill you, but I’m fresh out of one-liners at the moment.” You shrug, taking your time in deciding where to bury your knives inside Jason’s trembling body. You’d hate to repeat your previous work, that would just be sloppy. 

“What are you doing? Just get it over with already!” Jason whimpers, his lip quivering. He’s accepted his fate, wondering if perhaps he deserves this. After all he’s done, satanic panic or not, he has blood on his hands. 

“What’s the rush? It’ll be a minute before Billy boy gets up, and I wanna make this count. It’s only fair, don’t you think?” You lean down towards his face as you speak, another sickly grin sprouting from your lips. “Is someone regretting their sins, Jason? Are you worried that you’ll burn in hell for what you’ve done?” You ask mockingly, running the edge of the blade along his chest.

“Y-Yes.” Jason stutters, tears rolling down his face as he nods.

“Well, you’re about to find out.” You say, lowering yourself further to plant a kiss on his cheek. Just like the others. He gasps at the touch of your cold lips of his flesh, a shiver running down his spine. The kiss of death. The thought passes fleetingly as you plunge the knives straight through Jason’s eyes, which burst like grapes once the blades pierce into his skull. His body falls still instantly, his head lolling to the side. The handle of one of the knives taps against the floor, the final sound he’ll ever make. You climb off of his body, wiping away a piece of eye goo that was flung onto your cheek from the impact. You look over at Billy, who’s managed to sit up against the wall now. A gash on his forehead bleeds and throbs, and it appears he’s gotten sick on himself from the injury. You go over to him slowly, crinkling your nose at the sight and stench of vomit on his chest and lap. “Get up.” You kick his thigh with your foot, ready to get this last bit over with. You pull his old switchblade from your pocket, clicking it open for the first time. “I’ve got something that belongs to you. Figured you'd want it back.” Your words draw his dizzy gaze your way, and you display the knife for him to get a good look. “I’m sure you recognize this little beauty, I know I do.” You say gleefully. “I ought to, since you stabbed me with it so many damn times.” 

“And I’ll stab you with it plenty more.” Billy says with a groan, his words slurring. He’s in much worse shape than you were hoping for. It’s a bit sad now, battling an already wounded animal like himself. But concussion or not, he’ll get what’s coming to him. He stumbles as he stands, bending over to throw up a second time. It lands wetly on the floor, mixing with the many pools of blood you’ve made. He wipes his mouth once he’s finished, lurching closer to you as you back away.

“Come on then, Hargrove. Show me what you got.” You beckon him closer, curling your fingers in a challenging gesture.

“I’m gonna kick your ass, Munson. I’ll make you wish you never came back here.” He replies, his steps evening out as he regains what composure he has left. He completely forgets about the gun he has in his hand, running straight for you. His speed takes you by surprise, his free hand quickly grabbing your throat. He leads you back into a wall, which cracks behind you at the force. You grab at his hand, trying to break yourself free from his grasp. But your strength is fading, time is running out. “You’re gonna be beggin’ me to kill you by the time I’m done.” He says through clenched teeth, squeezing harder on your throat. He doesn’t plan to kill you, not yet. He’ll bring you right up to the edge of death, a good few times if he feels like it. He wants to draw it out, just like last time. 

You gasp for air, punching at his thick fingers to make him let go. But he doesn’t. He won’t. You can hear Max screaming through the tape on her mouth, pleading at Billy to stop. You look at her from across the room, just in case you won’t be able to see her again, in case you end up losing after all. A tear rolls down your cheek, and you’re nearly ready to give up. You’ve fought so hard, to get justice for yourself, for Eddie. It was a valiant effort, even if this is the end of the line. At least you’ll know you tried, that someone fought for the two of you. Max and Hopper will know that, too, and they’ll rest much easier for it.

“Ow! What the fuck!?” Billy yells as something is suddenly attacking him from behind. You can see flapping black feathers behind his back, your eyes widening in surprise to see the crow alive and kicking once again. Billy’s grip loosens on your neck, the crow attaching itself to his back with its claws, its beak pecking away at his neck and head. “Get off me, you stupid bird! I thought I killed you!” He tries to reach back and swat at the bird, but it only earns him more pecks on the arms. 

You don’t waste a second as the crow helps keep him distracted, following him as he goes backwards in frantic steps. You hold up the switchblade, watching Billy struggle with the corvid as it makes more small wounds on his flesh. You remind yourself of all the harm he caused you, how he took your love from you, violated your body with his disgusting friends. You’re not going to hold back, this one if for fucking keeps. “Hey, Billy!” You shout, wanting him to look at you when you land the blow.

“Fuck.” He murmurs when he sees you, aimed and ready to deliver his knife back to him as promised. The crow pulls off of him, leaving no time for Billy to react.

“Happy Halloween, motherfucker!” You cry out, ramming the blade right between his ribs and into his heart.

“Shit.” Billy gasps, trying to cover the rapidly bleeding wound with his hand. You keep your grip on the handle of the switchblade, watching the river of blood flow from his chest. You hear the tell-tale gurgles of fluid filling his lungs, smirking as ruby red trickles from Billy’s mouth. He struggles to speak, choking on his own blood. “F-Fuck you, Witch Bitch.” He manages to get the words out, a small smile rising on his own lips.

“Not in your wildest dreams.” You slowly shake your head, and twist the knife within his chest. A pained gasp leaves him, before he goes completely still. You give him a kiss as you’ve done with the others, marking the end of your blood-soaked journey. Your gaze follows him as he falls to the floor, making seven bodies you’re leaving in your wake. With the job done, you can do the one thing you’ve wanted to do since you arrived, untie Max. You rush over to her, kneeling behind her chair to undo the ropes. “I’ve got you, sweetie. Just hold on.” You reassure her as she squirms in her bindings. You manage to get to ropes undone quickly, coming around to the other side to take the tape off her mouth. You peel it off as carefully as you can, leaving only slightly-irritated skin behind on Max’s face. “You okay?” You ask her, realizing she just had to watch you kill seven men right in front of her. 

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Max nods, seemingly unfazed by the carnage. Blame it on MTV.

“I’m sorry you had to see all that.” You say in remorse, stroking her arms with your bloodied hands. The last thing you wanted was for her to witness all of this, to see what you had to do. It’s not right.

“It’s fine, Y/N, really.” Max insists, throwing herself into your arms, hugging you tightly. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Me too. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” You give her a gentle squeeze back, and pull away to stand up. She follows suit, taking your hand as you lead her out of the house. Cops have swarmed around the house entirely, their guns all pointed at you as you step outside. A couple officers approach you, taking Max from you and throwing a blanket over her shoulders. She looks at you in fear, but you give her a nod that it’s okay. The medic needs to check out the nasty gash Billy gave her anyway. You walk further into the group of officers, ignoring their questions and bewildered looks. A rather large crowd has gathered behind the marked police line, almost everyone in town has shown up to see what the hell is going on. Some are kids in costumes, their trick-or-treating interrupted by the situation that’s unfolded. Others are concerned parents in work clothes and bathrobes, pointing fingers in your direction. Nothing you haven’t gotten used to. News crews sit off to the side, reporting what little details Hopper has given them about the situation.

“It’s the killer!” A woman screams in the crowd. Her words stop you in your tracks, your eyes finding Hopper’s immediately. His own are blown wide, and both of you know what’s about to happen. All hell is breaking loose. More voices join the first, accusations thrown your way, putting the officers on alert. 

Time slows down as you turn to try and run away, ignoring the cops telling you to stop. They keep calling after you, chasing behind as your feet carry you back across the front yard. “No, let her go! Stop! Stand down!” Hopper tries to order the officers to let you go, but he’s drowned out by the mob calling for your head. One of the officers pulls the trigger on his weapon that’s aimed right at you, the shot ringing clear through the air, silencing the crowd as the bullet makes contact with the back of your ribs. “No!” Hopper yells, pushing his way through to try and help you. 

You stumble forward onto your knees, your breath stolen away as you can feel blood pooling both inside and out of your body. You can hear more cops approaching you, their shoes trampling on dead leaves. You struggle for breath, scrambling onto your feet. You have to get out of here, to the cemetery. The crow has to lead you back there, or this was all for nothing. You start to run again, lurching forward, forcing your body to keep moving despite the horrid pain you feel. It’s nothing compared to what you endured at the start of all this, and you’ll be damned if you’re gonna let one lousy bullet be your undoing. You keep a good pace to the back of the house, ignoring any other calls for you to freeze, paying no mind to the weapons held and pointed your way.

“Stand down, dammit! Stand down! Let her go!” Hopper bellows over the megaphone, running to the backyard as he repeats his orders. He sees you slip past the open fence, letting out a sigh of relief that his underlings listened for once. “Good job, kid.” He says softly to himself, before turning back to direct the cavalry to go inside the house and assess the scene. Hopper, on the other hand, intends to meet you at the cemetery with Max to say goodbye. He only hopes you don’t bleed out before then.

The journey back to the cemetery is almost as grueling as the trip out of it was, a trail of blood being left behind as you stumble down the sidewalk. The crow flies overhead, doing what little it can to encourage you to keep going. You still have no idea how it came back to life in the first place, you saw its head get blown off and everything. You do wish its resurrection would have returned certain healing properties to you, but it seems you’re on your own in this respect. You will yourself to soldier on, to make your final stop before you can rest once more. Almost there, you tell yourself as the first row of headstones begins to appear in the distance, like crooked teeth in a gaping mouth waiting to swallow you up once again. Storm clouds rumble overhead, and you could stand to have them rain their cold showers upon you right now. To wash away all this blood, to numb the pain searing through your chest every time you take a step or dare to breathe too deeply.

Your wish is granted once you reach the graveyard, a streak of lightning piercing the sky as icy water begins to fall on Hawkins, though far gentler this time around. You sigh in relief, grunting in pain afterwards as your lungs attempt to fold and expand with much difficulty. You keep walking, trailing through rows of stained stones until you find the crack in the earth you crawled out of last night. The crow perches on your gravestone as it did when it awoke you, bowing its head one last time. It’s job is done, and so is yours. You allow yourself to collapse onto the grass, no longer needing the use of your legs, or much else. Your eyes drift closed, waiting for the sweet release of death to wash over you. It shouldn’t be much longer, and then you’ll be free.

“Y/N!” You hear Hopper call to you from a few rows over, causing your eyes to snap open. You sit up, crying out in agony as you do so. “Y/N.” Hooper repeats, softer this time as he approaches. “I’m sorry, I tried to stop them.” He apologizes, peering down at the damage. The bullet went clean through, leaving a round hole in your flesh.

“It’s fine, Hop. You did more than enough.” You say through a groan. You notice Max is with him, your eyes softening at her presence. Of course she needs a proper goodbye, how silly of you to forget. “Hey, kid.” You smile at her, and she comes closer to kneel beside you.

“Hey.” She says, reciprocating your cheery expression, though she feels far from happy. She doesn’t want to lose you again. “Does it hurt?” She asks, looking at your wound nervously. The skin around it is red and angry, blood washing away faster than it can bleed out of you with all this rain.

“Oh, yeah. Like a bitch.” You chuckle, which turns into a rough cough. “I don’t think I have much longer.” You add.

“They got you pretty good.” Hopper says gravely.

“I don’t want you to die! You did that already! It’s not fair!” Max protests, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I know, Max. I don’t wanna leave you guys, either. But I have to. It’s the way things are.” You speak as clearly as you can, ignoring the urge to cough until blood comes up your throat. “Hey.” You raise a hand to cup her cheek, stroking it with your thumb. “It’ll be alright. You and Hop have each other. And you have all the memories of me and Eddie to remember us by. Okay?” You say softly.

“Okay.” Max nods, taking hold of Jim’s hand. You lower yours to hold her other one, closing the circle by taking Hopper’s other hand in your own. The three of you sit here a moment, getting soaked to the bone by the rain, quiet tears leaving all of your eyes as life slowly drains from you.

“Think I can take it from here, you two.” A familiar voice says from behind your friends. Your vision is hazy from the blood loss, but you can make out that mess of curls and infectious smile anywhere.

“Eddie?” You ask in disbelief, the others turning around to find your husband standing behind them, his gentle hands resting on their shoulders. A faint light glows behind him, forming a halo of white around his body. He’s untouched by the rain, his hair and clothes dry as can be.

“It’s time to go home, sweetheart.” Eddie says, his words sweet and loving. A sound you’ve longed to hear for what feels like centuries. He steps between Hopper and Max, extending his hand to you. You reach out for it, and he lifts you onto your feet with no effort at all. He leans in close, planting a kiss to your lips. You reciprocate it, more tears rolling down your face at feeling him again. It’s like no kiss you’ve ever had before, healing you from the inside out, taking away the heartache and suffering, leaving only love and happiness in their place. The pain is gone as you pull away, as well as the mess you’ve made of yourself. You’re back to how you once were, beautiful and clean. “Ready, babydoll?” He asks, gesturing at the bright light he appeared from. 

“Yes, my love.” You share a loving smile, giving a little wave to Max and Hopper as you return to the land of the dead with Eddie. You walk together into the light, disappearing from view shortly after. You’ll spend eternity in bliss, no longer plagued by the bitter torment life thrust upon you. You know what they say, it can’t rain all the time.

The End.

A/N: I just want to pop in and thank everyone for reading this story. I put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into it! Happy Spooky Season, everyone. I'll see you round on the next project! - Hippie <3

[idontknowanametouse]

Straw Hat girlies headcanons! (Sanji included cuz transfem bigender Sanji lives rent free in my head. Also Bonney cuz why not; And Vivi is on the straw hats I don't care)

TW: mention of sexual abuse and other kinds of abuse, and also the trauma that comes with it

Nami

Autistic, but developed the habit of masking. Has been learning to undo it around her crew. Special interest? Maps, maps, maps. Tangerines are comfort food. She also has hypersensitivity to clothes, so she picks them very carefully. Her meltdowns are often, they come when she is emotionally overloaded, and she usually needs to stay alone to calm down.

After her meltdown in Arlong Park, her arm got paralyzed due to nerve damage. Now, she uses a sling to keep it always in place and not get hurt. Her tatoo covers a little, but not all her stabbing scars.

She has PTSD due to Bellemere's death, her enslavery and also due to being a survivor of SA. Has been doing therapy sessions with Chopper (he is learning about human psychology in order to help the crew) to help cope with it and receives help and support from the rest of the crew.

VERY pale, but due to spending so much time in the sea and under the sun, she ends up having many, many freckles through all of her body. Usually keeps wavy hair in ponytail due to it being really long.

Lesbian, loves girlies. Dating Vivi ever since they set foot in Alabasta. Clings to her so much it looks like they can't be separated. Also, Vivi was her lesbian awakening in the way of "wait, I think I like girls romantically???? And they are also hot????"

When she first entered the crew, she was underweight, almost malnourished, due to never having enough food and saving almost all money to save her village. However, after Arlong Park, she started gaining weight with the help of Sanji and Chopper. Now, she is fat, healthy and happy.

Loves orange, but also blue (no, it's not to match Vivi, shut the fuck up Usopp)

Swears and yells a lot. Has low voice tone control, actually.

Sometimes, when she is sad, she speaks to her tangerines as if Bellemere was there, as it feels comforting.

Ever since she received news that Cocoyashi Village got a Den Den Mushi, she calls them everyweek to tell Nojiko and Genzo about hers and the strawhat's adventures.

Besties with Usopp and Zoro, they talk shit about everyone. Gossip friends with Robin. Is one of the few people that can make Luffy not destroy an entire fucking island. Jinbei's second daughter (first is Koala).

Loves Beyoncé, rap and brazillian funk (Luffy introduced her to it) (yeah, I know this is a more modern-au like one, but let me have my headcanons ok).

Due to high sensitivity to clothes, she usually wears beach-like clothing cause they are light and let most of her skin exposed, so she can feel better the weather.

Terrified of bugs AND bats. Almost fainted when she first heard about vampires and now is fucking terrified of the possibility.

Likes drawing, not only maps, but her crewmates too. She is really good at it, however, she won't show it to anyone, just Nojiko (she's embarassed).

Only wears makeup and/or does different hairtyles in special occasions, as she finds it to be very inconvenient when they are on the sea.

Watching and hearing the sea is a nice visual stim. It helps her to calm down from the crazy thing that is day-to-day life with the straw hats.

She may say shit about her friends sometimes, but will absolutely kill you if you say anything bad about them.

Sanji

Autistic, special interest is fishes and the All Blue. Cooking is so stimmy hmmmm. Does not realize when she is being way too much on others. Even though he doesn't seem like, is very picking about food, can't handle anything made in a shit way. Has shutdowns instead of meltdowns as trauma response, and needs to stay around the crew these times.

Has PTSD due to constant abuse in childhood and from being stuck on the rock-island with Zeff (and also due to Zeff eating his leg). Due to never telling about it to anyone, he tried to hide it from the crew because of self-loathing, but after Whole Cake Island, the moments of crisis and panic attacks were so frequent it turned impossible. He is now working on it with Chopper, just like the rest of the crew.

Tall, with very strong legs with many scars on them. Has leg and facial hair, but, after Momoiro Island, she let her wavy hair grow and now keeps it in a bun, still with the part in front of the eye, of course.

Egg cracked with Ivankov, about both gender AND sexuality. Bi queen. Even though he didn't want to pass through surgeon (aka Ivankov's fruit) he still got a lot of help from the newkama. Also learned he loves drag and will do it sometimes for the crew.

Learned ballet as a kid from Reiju and his mom. Even though he always practiced it in secret, it came out once she started to do drag (on her shows, she uses ballet steps a lot).

Fave colors are yellow and blue, it feels soft.

Swears a lot. Zeff did swear a lot back on Baratie, after all.

Calls Zeff monthly to tell how things are going. Sometimes, after this, she cries a little.

Started dating Zoro shortly before timeskip and was afraid of how he'd react to the whole trans thing, but he couldn't care less. She cried over a week because of this.

Loves woman with all of her heart, specially her crew's ones. Not in a more sexual like way, but in a whole-heartdly way. Besties with Usopp, surprisingly VERY friends with Brook.

Listens to classical and french music, but sometimes likes some rock and roll.

Has three types of clothes: suits, dresses and a suit with a short and skirt. No matter the look, is always with ballet shoes.

Fucking scared of bugs. And pigeons. Don't ask, ok?

Sings very well, but doesn't like to show it. Only does it on the bathroom, but everybody ends up listening. They don't comment cause the single time they did they thought Sanji was having a heart attack.

Adores make-up and diverse hairtyling, finds it to be really cute.

Usually rocking back and forth on her feet, it feels nice.

Once kicked a guy to uncosciousness when he touched her butt.

Vivi

Autistic, has those big bug autism eyes, even though she masks well she cannot function daily without help, Karoo is her therapy animal, special interest in bugs (shares it with Luffy), has meltdowns whenever she knows she is completely alone and helpless.

Developed some level of paranoia after being infiltrated in Baroque Works, and sometimes has frenzys in which she thinks she is back there and that Alabasta is still in danger. It diminuted drastically after Chopper developed a medicine for her, but it still happens sometimes. Those moments, she can turn aggressive and needs to stay only with Karoo so she can calm down.

Has brown skin and some tatoos typical from the Nefertari family. She is short and skinny, and the secret nobody can absolutely know is that she dyes her (curly) hair blue (it's her favorite color and her mom used to do the same, so, she dyes it. Nobody other than Nami can know though).

Lesbian, her first crush was Miss All Sunday (it didn't last much, but o boi, how many nights she spent thinking about how ABSOLUTELY WRONG having a crush on your enemy is). Had an immediate crush in Nami, but couldn't say it cuz of the whole Miss Wednesday thing. They kissed after they left Drum Island and started dating at Alabasta.

Deals with the guilt of being with the strawhats instead of Alabasta very often, and likes having hugs so it can go away.

Favourite color is blue, but not all blue, just sky-blue.

Never swears, feels a little embarassed whenever someone does.

Resolves troubles from Alabasta through Den Den Mushi, that way she doesn't get that much worried. Also keeps in contact with her dad, Pell and Igaram.

Even though they had a complicated relationship at the start, Robin and her ended up being very friends, they love parallel playing (honestly, who doesn't?). Also very close to Luffy and Yamato, the one that keeps a leash on the two of them, relates a lot to Zoro in that aspect.

Loves bubblegum pop, an absolute Swiftie. Sometimes also compelled to Aurora and Halsey.

Whenever they go to an island, she likes keeping her formal clothes (after all, she is the crew's diplomat!). In fights, she uses more simple clothes and a mask to keep her identity hidden. In the ship, however, you'll always find her in pajamas (no, she is not always sleeping, Zoro does that very well for the whole crew).

Is scared of the sea, even though she can swim, nobody knows why.

Likes dancing and presenting to the crew, but the crew only. If some outsider is there, she won't dance at all. Likes helping Sanji with the choreography of her drag shows.

Likes makeup, but hates stylizing her hair. She is absolutely terrible at it, so she just keeps it in a ponytail during fights and that's it, that's the best you can get from her.

Likes playing and fidgeting with small things like coins, buttons, rubik cubes, pebbles and stuff like that. Usually has something in her hand.

Feels bad for being one the weakest crew members, but is always cheered up by the rest. After all, she doesn't need to fight to be nakama, even though she can kick some asses.

Robin

Autistic. Weirdgirl, big autistic stare, says every single creepy fact she knows in not very good situations, no social cues get to her head, never masks, almost always same expression and tone, special interest in history, does not know how to function normally, has auditory and light hypersensitivity, meltdowns caused by way too much light, sound and visual information.

Has PTSD due to the destruction of Ohara, living her childhood, teenagehood and adult years as a runaway and being constantly betrayed and abandoned. She sometimes has moments of profound anxiety in which she asks herself if she is gonna lose her family. Chopper helps her a lot with it, and, when she has those crisis, she gets a hug from everyone anytime she asks for it.

Very tall, with a few specific parts of her body being thicker than the rest. Her skin is dark, with many scars through all of it, and she has blue eyes and long (but not as long as Nami's or Yamato's), straight black hair.

Trans woman, found out during early childhood, and bisexual queen. Even though she was never in a relationship before entering the crew, she was with a few people before. Franky is the first guy she is with, and also the first person she dates. It's a bit scary for both, but feels also really, really good.

She was underweight most of her life due to the inconstancy of her nutrition and life situation, but in Baroque Works she had lots of food. She thought a pirate crew wouldn't care about their nutrition or food, but it was opposite. Even though she does not gain weight easily, her sillouette, that was VERY slim before, became thicker in a few points. Not much, she still is thin, but it's less ill-looking.

Favorite color is purple, black and dark blue. Goth girl Robin is real.

Does not swear, but says such weird, creepy and worrying stuff it makes everyone wish she did. It would be less scary.

Loves organizing stuff, for some reason. If you leave her alone in a messy room, in a short time it will be very nice-looking and clean. She has fun with it!

After some initial tension, she started taking care of Vivi like a big sister. Was called "mom" by Chopper once and almost had a heart attack. Enjoys parallel playing with Zoro and Law, scaring Usopp and playfully flirting with Jinbei (Franky loves this, it makes them laugh how embarassed it makes Jinbei look).

Likes goth and punk music, it feels very nice to her. Also loves horror-like classical music, it helps her to sleep (weirgirl Robin weirdgirl Robin weirdgirl Robin-).

Even though she appreciates goth fashion, it's not really for her. She prefers long, purple jackets to her elbow over dark flower-pattern dresses, dark boots and her cowboy hat with sunglasses (they help her with light sensitivity and it also looks really cool).

Absolutely HATES to be around statues. They just get a nerve on her. It feels awful, she wants to break them in half so they stop looking at her.

Likes sending messages to the crew in the vitorian flower language. Nobody gets it, but they try. She keeps infodumping about it, so they can get at least a few things.

Doesn't like makeup very much, but simple hairtyling is nice. She will experiment on it, but only in particular.

Makes many vocal stims. They variate from humming to speaking random syllabes to screaming out loud. The crew has gotten used to it. Stimming with her akuma no mi also feels very nice.

Has broken more necks than you would think. Is also nicer than you would think.

Bonney

Autistic. Very loud, has no control over her tone, emotionally extreme, no social abilities, pizza is her comfort food, has hyposensitivity to sounds and lights, sarcasm queen but doesn't get other's sarcasm or lies, has meltdowns because of people fighting that involve a lot of self harm.

Has night terror with her dad being chained and his death. She needs to go to Luffy so she can hug him and feel better. Also has hyperactivity and needs medicines from Chopper so she can sleep and focus on stuff.

Small for her age, has white skin that is also tan due to the sun, likes putting piercings through her body (Chopper is scandalized), has brown eyes and hair, which she dyes pink cuz she knows her mom did as well.

Transfem demigirl, came out when she was 7 and told her dad "I wanna be a girl" "alright" and that was it. Didn't know what was a period until Chopper explained, and then got reliefed she didn't get that shit.

Eats A LOT, but runs so much throughout all of the ship all the day through it basically doesn't affect her body in a noticeable way. Shares this fact with Luffy.

Favorite color is pink, all of them. Does not matter the tones, if it's pink, she loves it.

Learned to swear on her time as a pirate. Does it on a daily basis.

Always speaks to her dad when she feels alone. It makes her feel better, to think he is accompanying her journey with the straw hats.

Likes smelling stuff. Sometimes looks like a dog while doing it. She just can feel the vibes of the person through their smell. She warns the crew whenever she smells evil. She is never wrong.

Calls everyone her big siblings. Luffy's apprentice, spends much time with him, specially when they are eating. Is spoiled rotten by Sanji, he loves when she asks for food. Loves being carried by Zoro, Yamato, Brook, Franky and Jinbei. Never gets tired of hearing Usopp's stories. Besties with Chopper.

Loves pop and rock, always sings along while screaming.

Always wearing clothes way too big for her size cuz of her akuma no mi, likes wearing bubblegum-pop and tiktok like clothes.

Scared of labs and doctors. Had to be convinced throughout an entire week to do her first check-up on Chopper. She is now ok around him, but other doctors are terrifying (she keeps trying to find out where Law hides the bodies he obviously kills. He is called death surgeon, come on).

Likes hearing Robin read books for her and Chopper. It's nice and recalls her home, plus Robin's voice is really sweet.

Loves experimenting on makeup, specially with help of the girls, but hair is too complicated. When she is not with her hat, she keeps the hair in a bandana and that's it. Plus it's always messy and she has a hard time combing it.

Stims by running. A LOT. And jumping. Whenever she thinks something interesting, she goes through the entire ship, down and up, until she falls on the sea and someone has to get her.

Can kick ass, but is still a child, so the crew kind of... overprotects her a little. Basically, if she gets hurt in battle, prepare to die. Very painfully.

[joosthead]

I'm sorry for my disappearance. I didn't mean to be gone for so long. I sent an ask after you replied to my first one, but I guess the ask box ate it. 😅

In my head, I also imagined them as a one and done couple, but I love this so much more.

I was right!!!!! Lil Laurens was already there and they had no idea ❤️. Too precious 🥹. Now I imagine all of their friends doing the math after they announce the pregnancy soon after they got married and going 🧐🤔❓️⁉️

They got married in Friesland?!?!? Stop it!!! I love that so much. I imagine an impromptu "Just Married" photo shoot in various fields and landmarks in the area. Maybe taking place at some of Joost's old stomping grounds from when he was young.

Also I looked it up because I was curious and courthouse weddings are a thing in The Netherlands!!!

I love the names you picked out for the kids!!! Juna has to be my favorite.🩷 They sound like little angels I'm sure. 😇😇/j 😈😈 heheh I love the thought of Joost and Reader being like "We need to be an united front against the kids! It's 2 on 2. We can maintain order." then at the same time being like "What if we have one more?? On purpose this time." (I assume lol)

Yessss. Girl dad Joost also makes so much sense to be.

Juna sounds like all she has to do is bat her white eyelashes at her papa and she'll get away with anything. I cannot wait for the father daughter(s) dynamic between Joost and Juna and later, Sanne. Also mother son between Reader and Laurens.

What is the dynamic between Laurens and Juna with Sanne? How did they handle having a new baby sister?

"trust when you guys see the rest of normal au it will literally be such a surprise with even more future information" - WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!?!?!? Tell me what you know!!! I need to know!!! 😫

I'm so excited to see what you have planned especially after seeing the state of their relationship in the snippet you posted. I love all the glimpses throughout time.

Your response to my latest ask made me so happy after an awful couple of days due to you know what happening. 😮‍💨 Thank you for that. - family anon (I feel so special. I have my own tag now :3 )

family anon ... i am so very sorry i didn't respond to this sooner </33

the ask box ate the first one but this one is definitely on me!!!! i mustve read this in the middle of my school haze and responded to it in my head </333 completely my bad!! it has been quite a while my friend </3 i hope o see more asks from you because i love your mind so so much !!!!

and i also love talking about family era normal au (also any era normal au tbh but especially family au because i don't see myself writing any formally written fic for this part of their lives :')))) unless....??)

rpf ahead do not read if anti-rpf, dni if anti-rpf

they were soooo so surprised but also not surprised considering ... for your troubles i will literally just outline how it is in my head... i feel like after everything that has...happened in 2024 with their lives (if you know what i mean) reader decides to take months off of work to travel with joosti for europapa tour :''')

because im crazy and self inserty they conceive in LA the night of the first LA show (because thats my show yerrr) and then find out in july-augustish!! LA is also really important to their story for....several reasons that i cannot spoil but they had a very relationship defining turning moment in LA :)) laurens is a capricorn teehee

DEFINITELY!!!! lots of pictures around landmarks and where he grew up in britsum :''') i imagine it is very healing for both of them!! after hearing about the story of joosti when he was in preschool i thought soooo much of family era normal au hahah

im glad courthouse weddings are a thing because i don't think they'd have it any other way for the first tiem hehe

juna is also my favorite because it's one of my favorite songs hehe !!! they are definitely little rascals but normal au reader keeps them in line for sure hahah they doooooooo have sanne on purpose !! definiteky on purpose if u know what i mean,,,, they are crazy. it takes a bit longer to have her so she's a very wanted and welcome gift alongside the older siblings :))

laurens and juna are literally born in the same year so maybe the break was a little welcome ! LOL (as in ... january 2026 laurens and december 2026 juna [please suspend disbelief about how long it takes to recover from pregnancy cuz realistically they really would be a one and done couple])

MAJOR GIRL DAD!!!! tea parties and getting his makeup and nails done and playing house -- laurens and juna are super partners in crime here but sanne becomes integral to playtime when she's born

all 3 are definitely sort of spoiled because joosti cannot say no to those precious faces ... reader i imagine tries to stay strong but fails cuz they are just so so cute !! babiesss !!!how could they deprive the three of anything honestly.... if you have any specifics you'd like to hear dynamic wise i am all ears :)))

laurens and juna are 6 and 5 when sanne is born so i think it's quite a bit of an adjustment for them when it's just been the two of them for their entire lives!! but i think reader n joosti take so many precautions to make sure they're ready for a baby and especially a new sister in the dynamic :'') i can imagine normal au joosti gets so teary eyed when reader says that juna won't be the youngest anymore haha

i think for all 4 of them it's a huge change cuz they've all been so used tojust having each other!! but laurens and juna fall in love w sanne because they realize she is a great prop for their playing pretend <33 LOL she's like barely a few days old and they insist joosti making a silly voice for her and pretending she's a member of the tea party when it's time

when she's older they are the 3 musketeers -- lots of exploring outdoors and making mud potions and elixirs in the backyard :'') they love each other and i don't think there's much difficulty in having them adjust

LOLLLL i wanna write normal au backstory soooo bad but you guys keep giving me such great ideas for present day normal au debauchery... but lets just say they have like 1.5 breakups and it takes so long for them to get together ... they might consider the night they met their anniversary but that is DEFINITELY not when they got together as a couple!!

i have so much planned and i really hope i get to it -- normal au is such a labor of love and my favorite thing i've ever written and published !! can't believe it's like 30k words in all now ?! that is crazyy work ... anyways

family anon i hope your days have been brighter since then <33 the future is so uncertain i know but we will stick together after... you know what... someone needs to insert knife emoji here that man :/

you are so special !!! family anon you are the greatest !!!

[sohnric]

2024 REWIND ☆

thank you so much to beam @sungbeam for tagging me in this! I really love stats and numbers so this is definitely something I enjoyed doing. I know I haven't posted in a while but I think it's still great to look back a little on what I managed to put out this year!

first fic of 2024: beloved (eric sohn)

I remember being super super scared of posting this one. I wrote it when I was having a really hard time dealing with a lot of thoughts and emotions. definitely self-indulgent and very personal, but I am happy it's out there 🫶🏻

last fic of 2024: cool kids (sim jaeyun)

not gonna lie this drabble was the most spontaneous thing ever 😭😭 for the length of it it surprisingly took me a lot of time to finish and I wasn't even 100% happy with it, but I think it's a sweet harmless little drabble!

longest fic of 2024: partners in crime (ji changmin) - 33k

this was a work that I've wanted to write for literally years. this idea has been bouncing around my head since like 2020, so I am happy I finally got to write it. I think the timing was just right, since changmin really fit the role of who I wanted the main character to be, and although I was really scared to put this one out there, I am very proud of it.

most popular fic of 2024: cool kids (sim jayeun)

not gonna lie I believe I have works that deserve the number of notes more and I didnt even expect this drabble to get so much traction, but I am thankful to enhablr for this 🫶🏻 over 1.4k notes is truly crazy

personal pick of 2024: to. my first (kim sunwoo)

this fic (alongside with millennium bug) might just be the works I truly love the most. I posted this in early january, so it almost feels like last year, but I am still going to count it because this fic has a very very special place in my heart. I love everything about the plot, characters and the universe I created with this 90s au and I will definitely revisit it in 2025!

total fics written: 16

total words written: ~ 131 600

I battled with writer's block a lot this year and was also very busy with uni since september started, so I can't really be mad at myself. Happy that I focused on writing so much in summer and hopefully there are many more words waiting to be written by me next year, when I have a degree and a lot less to worry about haha.

top artists/muses of 2024:

kim sunwoo ~ 58.5k words written

eric sohn ~ 44.4k words written

ji changmin ~ 34.5k words written

nothing surprising here, not gonna lie HAHA. although he is not my bias, sunwoo is just the most fun to write about for me. I adore creating his character because I feel like we are similar in many ways (I am in his walls.)

last words:

thank you so much for everyone on this site that has read anything written by me this year. It's crazy to think there are so many people out there that cared enough about what I have to say and I am insanely grateful for every ask, reblog, follow, comment, message and like I've recieved this year 🫶🏻

thank you also to all of my friends on this site but mainly @csenke my belovedest. you helped me insanely in a lot of ways this year, but also with writing by always listening to me rambling, beta reading for me, brainstorming and giving me inspiration. I owe you my life and love u forever my best friend, can't wait to see u again in january <3

not sure when there will be a new work posted by me, since I need to write a bachelor's thesis before I let my brainrot win and write a fanfic, but trust me when I say I WILL BE BACK. the ideas in my drafts are too good to abandon.

happy holidays. I wish everyone's 2025 will be kind.