#I just know they both throw up in their mouth every time they see eachother

[ryorue]

I'm obsessed with the idea of a mischief maker Astarion. Like, that man has spent so long without autonomy that he uses all of it just to be a chronic little shit. Imagine this: Astarion, bored, simply needs to cause mischief. His hands are twitchy and he simply cannot keep them to himself.

So he randomly gets up, walks over to where (probably Wyll) is like preparing vegtables for the night while Karlach stands beside him giving him terrible cooking advice. And Astarion just. Nonchalantly walks over, picks up a carrot, and walks away with it. Bites into it, too. Makes sure they see him do it. They know he doesn't need to eat it. He knows they know he doesn't need to eat it. He's a fucking vampire. But he does, and they can't do shit about it. Or like. He just walks up to Gale, plucks the book from his hands, and starts reading. Stretches out, gets comfy, makes sure to make use of all of Gale's one pillow (because you know Gale is the type of man to have only one pillow) And just. Doesn't say anything.

And what's Gale gonna do about it?? Get mad? Astarion doesn't care. It's funny.

[luvlunajpg]

Caught ♡

♥︎ Pairing: Johnnie x fem reader

♥︎ Summary: Jake accidentally walked in on you and Johnnie doing the dirty while he was streaming

♥︎ Classification: slight fluff and smut

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It was 9pm you just got off your computer after a long day of streaming. You stretched your arms and cracked every knuckle to refresh yourself from the amount of cramps that was ignored during the stream. You decided to check on your boyfriend johnnie which was also streaming in his own office. You lightly opened his door to see him streaming while answering fan questions. he noticed you peeking through the door and gave you a quick wave before turning back to the computer.

“Sorry guys Y/N is spying on me right now. What a creep, wanna say hi?”

johnnie asked while waving at you to come over. You smiled and walked over to the camera to wave at his viewers.

“Hi guysss! How are you guys doing today? I just ended my stream a minute ago muah muah muah”

Johnnie giggled at the sight of his girlfriend blowing kisses at the camera. He rests his hand on your waist and rubbed his thumb over your hip bone causing you to have goosebumps.

“Alright babe this is my stream, yours ended a minute ago. Byeee”

Johnnie laughs as he lightly pushes you away from the camera. You rolled your eyes playfully and wave one last time to the camera before heading out. Before you head to your room, you saw Jake eating a box of Crumbl Cookies while streaming as well. At this point this has been something that is normal for you. you’ll often see the lights and cameras being set up around the house as if you’re a movie star but in reality, you’re just living with jake and johnnie. They need to make content and entertain their fans, you do the same thing as well nothing abnormal about this. You took a sip of cold water and waved at jake’s camera before jogging back to your room.

You took off your makeup, washed your face and slipped into the matching black lingerie set that johnnie bought for you on your birthday. You knew it was expensive so you just wore it to bed when you feel like it just to make his moneys worth. As you were scrolling through instagram you heard your door opened slowly. You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend johnnie walking in with the most exhausted face you’ve ever seen. You giggled at the sight of your tired boyfriend and pat on the empty space on your bed beside you. He groaned and flopped on that empty spot, letting him sink onto your soft velvet sheets. You played with his hair for a few minutes which caused him to lift his head up and whimper.

“mmmm babe~ you know i love it when you wear that black set. It looks so good on you” Johnnie whines as he sits up

“Oh really? I never noticed” you joked as you notice a bulge starting to form under johnnies jeans

Johnnie rolled his eyes and crashes his lips onto yours. Both of you started to make out and strip johnnie’s clothes one by one, leaving him with only his boxers on. You climbed onto his lap and gently rest your ass on his bulge causing him to groan. Johnnie leaves a trail of kisses from your lips all the way to your cleavage, leaving hickeys on your chest. You moan at the feeling of your chest being sucked and licked, you grind yourself against Johnnie’s bulge causing him to let out a moan.

“Y/N i want to fuck you so bad” johnnie moaned as he removes your lingerie and his boxers.

“Gosh they’re so perfect Y/N” johnnie sighs at the sight of your pierced nipples and perky breast infront of him. He place one of your boobs in his mouth causing you to moan and throw your head back. He swirls his tongue around your nipples as your hand gets lost in his hair. Both of you were grinding on eachother while Johnnie is leaving hickeys on your boobs. And suddenly the door slammed wide open

“OMG JOHNNIE YOU NEED TO— OH MY FUCK! SHIT! FUCK AHHH MY EYES OMG!!” Jake yells as he covers his eyes and drops the box of cookies on the floor

I jumped off johnnie and hid under the blankets as Johnnie covers himself as well

“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE ARENT YOU STREAMING?? GET OUT!!” Johnnie yells back at jake

“I AM STREAMING! I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU CAUSE I WANT YOU TO TRY THIS FLAVOUR OUT AND I KNOW YOU WOULD LOVE IT CAUSE-“

“JUST GET OUT!! JAKE!!!” Jake gets cut off by you and johnnie yelling at him. Jake apologises a countless of times as he attempts to leave the room with his eyes closed. After he finally leaves the room, johnnie locks the door behind him and nervously chuckle while scratching the back of his head. Your face was now as red as your velvet sheets and you still could not process how jake just walked in on you and Johnnie. Johnnie climbs back on the bed and giggled at your red face, giving your cheek a peck

“Now.. where were we?” Johnnie smirks while rubbing his thumb over your nipple piercing.

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A/N:

hi you guys! I hope you guys enjoyed it ;-;, this is my first time writing smut or even fanfic in general so pls be nice hehe. Anyways! I’ll try and write more fanfic in the future. So far i am only comfortable in writing fluff and smut so feel free to give me any ideas on what i should write next. And yeah…

I LOVE YOU GUYS 🩷🖤

[ayeyolooo]

cinnamon rolls!

“CONNIEEEEE.” you shouted from downstairs. “gurl hush, cause if she wakes up you gone get her.” he said referring to your daughter with a little sass in his tone. “pffttt.” you laughed out loud. you heard soft thudding on the stairs, and creaking meaning that someone was coming down them. “now what happened?” he asked rolling his eyes. you held up a pinterest picture of cinnamon rolls. “do you want to make cinnamon rolls with me?” you asked cheesing. connie tried to keep a straight face while looking at you, but he just couldn’t when he seen your chubby cheeks. “of course my beautiful girl.” he walked over and placed his warm tatted hands on your face and lifting it up so that he could kiss your forehead. “yayyyy.” you did a little dance as connie just chuckled and shook his head. you turned on your speaker having the next song on your playlist play.

“okay no connie don’t touch that!” you shook your head moving connie’s hand from the hot oven. “whatttttt im just trying to see if it’s hot enough to place the cinnamon rolls in yet.” he smiled. “omg boy move.” you said laughing and placing the fresh dough, and cinnamon inside of the oven. you closed it and dusted your hands off. “nowwww what should we do to wait for the time?” connie smiled widely. “i have the perfect idea..” he said with a sinister smirk. “omg boy, no.” connie sighed real loud. “please y/n braaa i haven’t even tasted you since she was born man.” connie frowned. you just began to place all of the dishes in the sink you grabbed the yellow and green sponge but connie took it from your hand and lifted you up by your waist. he placed you on the kitchen island“nigga.. moveeee i’m trying to clean uppppp.” you said trying to push connie away. “come on mama, you know you miss the feeling of me being all in yo shit.” you let out a shaky breath and trapped your arms around his neck. he ran his thumb down your lip before pulling you closer and smashing his lips up against yours. he pulled you closer by your waist, as you wrapped your chubby thighs around his waist. smacking sounds and shuffling is the only thing you heard in the kitchen. connie took off your oversized shirt having your body be shown off to him. he looked at you with amazement, he loved every inch of you. from the hairs on your head to the arches in your foot. he began to kiss your neck as you shut your eyes. you had almost forgot what this felt like, and boy didn’t you miss it. connie took you off the island and walked over to the couch which wasn’t far away from the kitchen. he sat down having you ontop of his lap, your tongues clashed against eachothers having drool slide down the both of your chins. you pulled away and was met with green eyes. as you leaned in to kiss him again you heard cries from upstairs. connie sucked his teeth and sighed out loud. you blew your mouth up into a bubble to keep from laughing. “damnnnnnnn.” connie said throwing a little fit before walking upstairs to go and get your newborn baby.

DING! “oh the cinnamon rolls are readyyy!!”

[lace-coffin]

Hay, Sugar ~ ✨

Sorry if I bother you but, do you mind if I give you my rq about Billy lenz and Brams heelshire with mommy kink.Fem s/o look at them like babies because every time they do that~ they love sucking on her tits.

Sorry to bother you and thank you ❤️

Slashers with a mommy kink x fem!reader (Nsfw)

Warning for mommy kink, focus on nipple and breast play, humiliation/degradation

Requests are closed (for now!)

You’re no bother at all!! As a lesbian I’m always happy to write or read a mommy kink ; )

Brahms Heelshire

It was really only a matter of time with Brahms, any time spent together curled up on the sofa ended with him suckling on your tits sooner or later.

The first time it happened you hadn’t known what to think. Both of you had settled onto the sofa for the night, throwing on a movie you’d inevitably loose interest in and slumping over eachother. It had been a hard day for the both of you, you heading to the village for home supplies and additional items that weren’t exactly Malcom’s job to bring, and Brahms staying at home trying not to loose his mind whilst you were gone.

Brahms was getting better at keeping his cool when you had to leave, you’d been working on it together, even convincing him to see a therapist on the grounds that it was over the phone and you were present to help him verbalise his thoughts. However healing is an upwards fight and it takes time, so despite making progress the notion of you leaving for long periods of time is still distressing to him.

Needless to say Brahms was a cuddle bug when you returned, meeting you at the door like a lost puppy after padding back and forth past the window waiting for you 20 minutes prior. You had already accounted for this, you knew he’d need some extra love when you returned, picking up some snacks as a treat for him whilst you were shopping. After placating him with soft kisses to his mask and finally detaching him from your waist you convince him to watch a movie.

Not even 15 minutes into the movie Brahms is getting handsy with you, large hands pawing at the hem of your shirt, fingers wiggling under to press against your warm skin. You pretend not to notice and he doesn’t go any further than that for another 20 or so. You know he can’t help himself.

Calloused hands slip under your bra and you let out a groan, biting your lip and finally paying full attention to the man next to you. “You miss me that much baby?” You murmur, scooting closer and speeding things up by pulling your shirt and bra over your head. Even behind the mask you can tell your partner is blushing, tips of his ears a soft pink. Brahms doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of seeing you topless.

You sigh contently as he fully cups your breasts, fitting perfectly in his hands, a squeak of surprise escapes your mouth as a finger glides over your nipple, pinching and pulling, working you up just right. An idea crosses your mind, despite not having brought it up before you know Brahms is game to most things if they involve getting to touch you.

“Brahms?” He slowly looks away from what he was doing and meets your eyes, tilting his head in question. “You wanna try something new?” He visibly perks up at this. “I need to take your mask off for it though, is that ok with you honey?” “Take it off for me?” He asks back. You nod and gently pull it away from his face, setting it on the side table. “There’s my pretty boy” you coo, running your fingers across the puckered burn scars.

A beat passes and you work up the courage to ask. “Do you want to suck on mommy’s tits baby?” An almost pained noise of arousal slips from his mouth, you don’t even get another word out before he’s latching onto your chest, hot tongue laving over your hardened nipple, the other being given attention with his free hand.

“Fuck..just like that, my perfect boy” Brahms whines around your breast in his mouth, hips bucking at the praise. Swapping to the opposite breast he switches to kneading your tits in his other hand. You can already see he’s hard and leaking in his boxers. So cute. You’re equally as needy from all the attention to your sensitive tits, but unwilling to let it end this early in favour of getting off, he looks so lost in it, worshiping your body like a god.

Billy Lenz

Billy isn’t shy when it comes to his sexual wants and needs and with the way his childhood played out it’s no surprise he has a mommy kink, he didn’t stand a chance let’s be honest. Luckily you’re more than eager to indulge him in this, loving the power exchange and the confidence it fills you with, seeing your partner pathetic on his knees, cock needy and wet for you.

Crossing your legs you sit on a deep green velvety chair, bought just for this purpose. It’s ornate and exemplifies your expensive and untouchable aura in this setting. Below you sits Billy, in nothing but his boxers. There’s something thrilling about you being fully dressed whilst he’s stripped at your feet.

Billy isn’t hard to please, letting him rut his leaky cock against your leg as you spit filthy words at him is enough to get him off if you’d be kind enough to allow it. You drop your gaze to him, sickly sweet look on your face, patronising. “Are you close you little freak? Almost cumming in your pants from rutting against me like a dog in heat? That’s disgusting.”

Billy grunts in agreement, words going straight to his cock. You hum, raising your foot to press into the base of his cock, making him squirm. “Use your words, slut.” He pants again, pushing his face into your calf and whining. “Y-yes mommy, I’m disgusting, pathetic..fuck. Gonna cum please-“ you cut him off before he can finish his plead.

“Quiet, come up here and help mommy out and maybe I’ll think about it” you snap back, unbuttoning your shirt and removing your bra, revealing your chest to him and revelling in the way he eyes it hungrily. Billy wastes no time in pulling himself up shakily, plopping down on your lap and attaching himself to your nipple. You let out a gasp of surprise and groan, slipping your hands into his curly chestnut hair and guiding him.

It’s wet and sloppy, saliva cooling slowly on your skin. His tongue is eager and making sure to switch between both nipples. Popping off he gives you a bit of respite, sucking red marks into the meat of your tits that he knows will bruise beautifully tomorrow. “Mmm there we go, that’s what you’re good for isn’t it? Just a slutty little mouth for me?” Billy moans in reply. It’s like he’s in a trance, lost to the sensation and taste of your skin under his teeth and tongue, eyes glazed over and unfocused, only interested in pleasing you and taking as much of you as he can into his enthusiastic mouth.

You could watch him forever, he almost seems content if it wasn’t for the obvious hardness pressing against your thigh, you’ll reward him well for this, after you’ve had your fun that is, you aren’t ready to let him go just yet.

[nightmare-niko]

ATEEZ responses to “What are we?” [Hyung Line]

Warnings: NON IDOL ATEEZ!! NO MENTIONS OF Y/N!! GENDER NEUTRAL READER!! a lot of lying down and doing nothin! Mentions of weed!

A/n: I found this prompt list on Pinterest! I can link my Pinterest page on my master list!! Also you can def tell which members are my favorites😅 sorry not sorry!!

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

Masterlist

Kim Hongjoong:

You would spring the question. on him randomly one night while hanging out in your room. Both of you in baggy pjs, limbs tangled together on your bed.

The room was dimly lit by the purple LED lights lining your nearby desk. You were calm, too calm. That’s why you popped your head up to look at the man next to you.

“Hongjoong, what are we?”

You watched as the corners of his mouth curled up, “You know what we are. You just wanna hear me say it.” He lifted his hand up to play with a lose piece your your hair.

Guilty. You blush, “maybe i do, Maybe I don't…”

He let’s out a content sigh, “you’re mine, l'm yours. Sound good?"

“Sounds perfect.”

Park Seonghwa:

The two of you have been friends for a while. Most of your hangouts consisted of you hogging Seonghwa’s bed while he sat at his desk while he played legos.

Every once in a while you would show him a funny post. After a while, your mind started to wander. You found your eyes falling onto Seonghwa. He wasn’t paying attention to you, all of his focus was on the LEGO set taking up his whole desk. You had bought it for him not too long ago.

The cashier had asked you if the set was for you. Not bothering to lie, you told her they were for your friend. But was Seonghwa just your friend? Buying a boy a set of legos was practically marriage in this day and age!

…Were you and Seonghas a couple— or just friends? You didn't know for sure.

“What are we?" You broke the silence with your intense question.

You heard him chuckle at your question, “I don’t thing that’s up to just me, now is it?”

You were taken aback at his honesty, "well I don't know? Do you like me?"

"Of course,” His voice was as calm as ever while you felt your heartbeat slowly rise. “Do you like me?”

You hum, "sometimes.” You joke.

“Wha-!" He whips his chair around, fake betrayal painted on his beautiful features.

"I'm Kidding!" You smile at him.

Seonghwa crosses his arms across his chest, pouting cutely. "I take it back I don’t like you anymore."

Jeong Yunho:

[a/n 2.0: I use the terms pen and vape interchangeably but I’m talking abt a normal weed pen🤓]

You and Yunho were best friends.

All best friends have rituals, some may shop, or play videogames. But for you and your best friend, it was smoking weed in your room. Yunho wasn’t allowed to smoke at the dorm due to Seonghwa’s rules, he lucked out that his best friend had their own place.

You balanced all of your stacks on top of eachother. Slowly making your way to your bed where Yunho layed sprawled out. You dumped everything onto him before kicking off your slippers and moving him out of the way.

“You take up so much room, bro." You complain, taking out your pen and clicking it five times to turn it on. Before you could even take your first hit of the night, Yunho was taking the pen out of your hand and taking one long hit.

"Thanks babe," he throws the vape back into your general direction.

You groan and cursed at him under your breath, Flustered at the nickname. You were thankful for the dim lighting. Finally taking your first hit, you take a moment to take in Yunhos apperence.

His face bare, his sort black hair fell perfectiy over his forhead. The hood From his hoodie was pulled on, he looked beautiful, but when did he not?

Too busy staring, you forgot to exhale your puff, the burn becoming too much before you let out a nasty cough. Gasping dramatically you reach out to Yunho who nonchalantly opens a water bottle before putting up to your lips to drink.

"Thanks baby." You blow him a kiss, and he giggles softly. God he was perfect.

As the night went on, the two of you got higher, passing the pen back and forth. Maybe it was just the weed (definitely wasn’t), but your best friend was looking too hot for your own good.

Here the two of you were, shoulder to shoulder on your bed, Sharing snacks and drinks. Almost as if the two of you were a couple. More times than not you felt like a couple, how come the two of you hadn't had the conversation?

“What are we?” Your hand flies to slap over your mouth. It was too late, your didn't mean to say that out loud. “wait no-I didn't."

His laughter rung out in your otherise quiet bedroom. Yunho turns on his side to face you, you mirror him, “whatever we are, I wouldn’t ask for anything difterent.”

The two of you couldn’t keep serious at his cheesy line. Immediately breaking out in loud laughter, “Mr. Cool guy over here!!” You tease him, hiding your face against his chest to conceal your laughter.

Smiling ear to ear, his large hand wraps around your arm gently, pulling you back to look at him. "I just wanted to seem cool, you made me nervous!”

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang wasn’t the biggest fan of physical affection. But for some reason he can't fathom the thought of sleeping with out you in his arms. The two of you didnt live together, not technically.

That didnt stop the two of you from being in the same bed everynight. When you weren't together, he would text you to tell you he couldn’t sleep. Then the next day one of his roomates would text you about how grumpy your boyfriend was.

Wait- Boyfriend? No - Yeosang wasn't—was Yeosang your boyfriend?!

When you heard your front door open and close, your heart sunk. He had a hey, of course he did. What if he got out of work when you weren't home? Going back home to an empty bed was a big no for him.

You stayed on your bed anxiously, his footsteps grew louder as he approached your room.

“Hey, Yeosang. How was work?” You croak out timidly.

Letting his bag flop of his arm he furrows his eyebrows. "Yeosang?" He questions.

"That's your name last l checked,” you chuckle.

"Not to you? Is something wrong?"

You sigh and smile at him, “no Sangie, nothings wrong,” you try your best to reassure him, "Go shower quickly and come back. You’re all sweaty

“Okay..." He looks at you suspiciousy, not convinced your not mad.

One quick shower later and Yeosang was back in your room, excitedly making his way into his Side of your bed. You cursed yourself mentally for being so freaked out about something stupid it was freaking Yeosang out.

“Are you sure nothings wrong…?”

“What are we?” You blurt out, looking at the boy next to you. He looked stunning, his hair pushed away from his face, under his hair you could still see his birth mark.

"Whatever you’d like us to be, silly." He smiles gently.

You pause for a moment, somewhat surprised at how calmly he answered you. "So…boyfriend girlfriend?"

"That's fine by me, darling. But I’m tired so let’s sleep.”

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New World🍂Part 2!

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world

Pt.1

•Masterlist•

It’s been about a week since we got to the quarry and everything has been going smoothly…..well as smoothly as things could go with Merle around, he teased both Daryl and I every night that he stayed in the tent but in his gross ways that he talks

But I tried to put it to the side because I had my best friend with me and that’s all I could ask for

Today was a new day and we were running low on supplies so some people decided to go on a run to the city

“Hey y/n do you wanna come in the run with us?” Glenn asked as he came over to the table Daryl and I were sitting at

“She ain’ goin no where” Daryl answered before I got the chance

“I could help though”

“I ain’ risking your life out there, I need ya here where it’s safe, Merle can go in yer place” he said trying to plead with me

“Wow baby brother tryin to feed me to the walkers” Merle laughed as he came and sat next to me throwing his arm around my shoulder

Merle always did this, he thought it got a role out of Daryl, plus it made me damn uncomfortable

“Merle get your hands off me” I said swatting his arm away

“Yer a damn brat we should’ve left ya to the walkers” Daryl gave him a look that I’m glad I’ve never gotten, it honestly gave me the chills

“Fine I’ll go, only cause I gotta find me some more pills” he laughed before he left to get his shit together

Glenn had long go left knowing how Merle was with any person that wasn’t white here

“So ummm what are you gonna do today?” I asked feeling awkward now

“Gonna head out hunting, try and find somethin, might take awhile” he said as he cleaned his arrows

“Please be safe out there”

“Always am” he grunted but I saw a lift at his lips making me smile

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The day went on as we all carried on with our chores, I missed Daryl it’s only been a few hours but he was my biggest constant now and the fear of him alone placed a heavy weigh in my chest, but I know he’s knows how to handle himself out there……but still

Some of the girls and I were hanging clothes and it helped clear my mind

“I miss my straightener” Andrea said

“I miss my kitchen, making home made dinners every night” Lori smiled reminiscing

“…….i miss my vibrator” I stated as all the girls laughed

“Me too” Andrea and Carol said in unison making us all cry laughing now

“Y/n why do you need a vibrator when you got that Dixon basically sowed to your hip” Andrea said

“I…..I don’t know what you’re talking about” I would’ve said he was just my best friend like before but that’s not how it felt to me anymore

“Oh come on sweetie we all see how you both ogle at eachother when you think no one else sees, or when you’re doing chores he’s looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky, it’s adorable” Lori stated making me blush

“Don’t tell him please, I don’t want to ruin anything between us” I admitted

“Ooooooo I told you” Amy said pushing Andrea’s arm

“I guess I’ve felt it deep down for a long time, I mean he’s the whole package but, I’m just plain ol’ me, he could have anyone he wanted” I said clipping on of his shirts to the line

“You’re hilarious, if anything he doesn’t deserve you, girl you’re hot” Amy laughed

“Sure whatever, just everyone better keep their mouths shut”

I loved talking with the girls it always felt like we were back in the normal world, when all we had to worry about was paying bills

As we were tidying up I decided to take a nap, I couldn’t get much sleep last night with Merle’s snoring, so I told the girls and headed to my tent

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I woke up abruptly to a ruckus outside so I quickly unzipped the tent and ran out with my knife Daryl gave me, tight in hand

“YER TELLING ME YOU LEFT MY BROTHER ON THE ROOF” Daryl was back, and fuming

“He was a danger to us all he would’ve gotten us killed” this new guy said

Daryl was about to jump this guy when Shane got him in a choke hold, I ran over and pushed Shane off him

“What the hell is wrong with you, don’t EVER touch him like that again” I yelled at Shane

I knew Daryl past, hell I was the one usually to help get him through it and I know he didn’t like others touching him like that

I kneeled infront of Daryl and held his shoulder

“Are you okay” I asked worried

“ ‘m fine” he said swatting my hand away and standing up, it hurt but I understood

“Rick is going back to get him aren’t you” Lori said seeming angry

“Ya, I’ll get a group and we’ll head back for him, I won’t leave him out exposed, well he’s four tomorrow morning”

“Fine” Daryl groaned as he left out into the woods

I quickly followed him seeing him walk back and forth in the same spot I could tell he was fuming, he had a hard time controlling his temper sometimes

“Daryl I’m sorry” I said stopping him from his wandering

“Damn guy just shows up and now my brothers gone, the hell is wrong with him”

“We will find him, eventually you guys will find each other, you always do” I said pushing his hair back out of his face

He was quiet for some time trying to calm down I assume

“Sorry ‘bout before, I shouldn’ have smacked yer had away like that”

“Daryl it fine I just want you to be okay” I smiled

“It’s not”

“Come we need to get some food in ya and we should go down to the quarry and wash first it’s been a while” I took his hand and led him down the trail to the crystal blue water

“Do you wanna go first?” I asked

“Nah, go ahead” he motioned to the water as he sat on the rocky shore

He looked away as I stripped down and glided into the warm water, I was covered up to my shoulders when he looked back but this was clear water I’m sure he saw a little something but…I wasn’t apposed to it

“Me and the girls were talking earlier” I said as I ran my hand over my dirty skin

“Ya? ‘Bout what?”

“What we miss, some said straighteners, cooking in a nice kitchen, what do you miss Daryl?” I cupped my hands and let the water run through my hair

“Mm…probably our dinners, and the drives we’d take on Merle’s bike at night”

I remember those nights so fondly, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him close as my hair flew behind me, the smell of him surrounding me, the cigarette and woodsy smell I adored so much

“I miss it too”

“What was yer answer to the girls” and my cheeks instantly exploded with heat

“Ummm nothing” I squeaked out

Which he obviously could tell I was lying

“Really? You miss nothing at all” he smirked his conniving smirk he knows I loath

“Maybe a few things”

“What do I gotta do fer ya to tell me?”

“Hmmm the only way I tell you is if you don’t laugh”

“Fine, now tell me”

God this was so embarrassing

“I said I missed…..my vibrator” I squeaked out the last part feeling my heart in my throat

I heard him choke obviously shocked by my response

“I told you not to make fun of me”

“I ain’ just can’t believe ya really used those thangs” he said trying to compose himself

“I’m a woman Daryl I have needs”

“What ‘bout them guys you talked too?”

“They never got past the part of getting to know each other, too many pricks in our town”

“Ya I get that, best ya don’t waist her time, ya deserve better”

I cleared my throat down with this embarrassing conversation

“Umm I’m done, your turn”

~~~~~~~~

(I’m gonna change from using *i* to *you* instead it’s just easier to write that way!)

After we were both washed up we headed back to came, ate our food and went to the tent

“I’ll take Merle’s bag tonight” Daryl said

“Oh okay” we changed and laid down

An hour went by and you couldn’t sleep, it was freezing without Daryl, you rolled over and whispered

“Daryl? Are you still awake?”

“Mmm” he grunted from an answer

“Can you come back to our sleeping bag, it’s too cold without you” you whined desperate for some warmth

You couldn’t see it but his eyes were wide open from shock, he didn’t say anything but he came back over and climbed in behind you

“Thanks”

“ ‘course” he whispered before his snores started to lull you to sleep

~~~~~~~

The next day went on and they were gone looking for Merle for a long time, and it was worrying you, the sun was now setting and your belly felt like a knot of stress

As everyone was sitting around the fire Amy got up to use the washroom, a few minutes later she was screaming, you turned around and walkers were surrounding the camp coming from everywhere

You took your knife and jammed it into the walkers that came near you, until a big one stumbled over and fell ontop of you, you struggled until an arrow shot it dead, well…. forever dead now

It was pulled off of you and Daryl picked you up and held you against his chest, you wrapped you arms around him feeling lucky to have him back and safe

“Are ya okay?” He asked looking you over for bites

“I’m okay, are you okay D?”

“Fine, Merle got away, knew he’d be comin back to take revenge”

Everything died down, the camp lost a lot of people, when the sun rises we buried our dead and burned the walkers

“Where do we go now, it’s not safe here anymore” Lori asked the group but mostly Rick and Shane

“We head to the CDC that’s the only place I can think will still be running”

So after everyone packed up we got in our cars and were off, thankfully it was just Daryl and you in his truck, giving you both some much needed peace

“Do you think we’ll be safe at the CDC?” you asked looking over at him

“We best be, we ain’ got much more places to go”

You could see the worry in his body tension, and the way he talked, sure he was a grump with everyone else but not you, never you

“We’ll find something Daryl, as long as we have each other” he looked at you and looked back at the road nodding

We’d be okay…….right?

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Part.3<-

Need some ideas for this story please put you suggestions in the comments

Taglist: @thebadbatch2022 @writer-ann-artist @deansapplepie @ghostboneswrites

[redr0sewrites]

HEY!

So, I really liked your two Aaravis fics, and I have an idea/request. You don't have to do it if you don't feel like it of course.

So there is that dark mark on Aaravos's chest. And we know that it became dark after his imprisonment. Now the idea is that the reader either knew Aaravos *before* it lost it's shine, and like, later got trapped in the mirror too and reunited with him, or maybe met him in the mirror and asked about the mark. And like, asks Aaravos why it lost it's shine, and after hearing about the things, instead of looking at him differently, or scared, they see that Aaravos is sad, so they preform a little trick. So they make a little light ball, making it look like they took it out of their heart and then place it on Aaravos's chest (where the dark star is), and saying that "It's okay, you can have my light" or something like that, idk....

Like, the concept is just reader accepting that darkness, and cherishing it and all that cheezy, fluffy stuff. Like I said, you aren't obliged to write this, this is just a random idea my maladaptive daydreamer self came up with. Have a lovely day, take care, and thanks for feeding us Aaravos fans with your lovely work!

AAAA TYSM THIS REQ IS SO GREAT!!! I love this idea, it made me so excited ajsjdj HOPE U ENJOY!

🥀CW: angst (with happy ending), fluffiness, aaravos being insecure, mentions of trauma and suffering/containment

when the news of aaravos' imprisonment reached you, you were shocked. how could he have been discovered, he had been so careful and meticulous in his planning, and all of his motives were for the good of humanity! you, and many other elves who supported him were not only surprised, but also outraged. to trap a startouch elf, to take your lover away from you... you knew you could never rest until you could see him again. years of pulling strings, gaining popularity, playing the puppeteer behind the scenes had led you to this moment. you had fought for centuries, sacrificed so much to see him again, and here you finally were. before you stood aaravos, your star touch lover, in all of his glory. it had been so long, and your heart seemed to sing at the sight of him. and yet, something was different.

when aaravos first saw you, he thought he was in a dream. you had appeared to him on so many nights, only to fade away once the morning came, slipping through his fingers like sand. the memory of you, your face, your voice, your touch, it all felt like a painful distant nightmare that played throughout his head every single time he closed his eyes. he had missed you so, so much, yet he knew he had changed. not only mentally, years of imprisonment had long since broken him, but physically as well. the glowing star on his chest had faded from a shimmering splendor to a cold ember, with nothing of its former glory remaining. he couldnt help but feel ashamed at its bleak emptiness, a disgusting mark of his failure and imprisonment. however, he would not focus on it now. you were here, in front of him, and he was free.

"my star.. is it truly you?" his voice was soft, broken and cracked from the emotions swelling inside him. you didnt dare open your mouth, knowing you would probably begin to sob and nodded, your eyes were already brimming with tears. the both of you rushed forward suddenly, throwing your arms around eachother and weeping with joy. you both stayed like that for a while, entangled in eachother and whispering softly. you werent sure how long you layed there on the floor, however it soon began to grow dark. ever so gently, aaravos layed the two of you onto the floor, his hands shaking as though afraid he would break you. as you stared at him, you couldn't help but ponder a certain change on your lovers skin.

"where did it go?" you ask softly, motioning towards his chest. he looked at you in confusion and you added for clarification, "what happened to the star on your chest? why doesnt it glow anymore?" you couldn't help but feel you made a mistake, as you watched the flicker of shame and disgust cross your lovers face.

"it faded, along with most of my powers, when i, well.. when i fell and was imprisoned" aaravos answered softly. his voice was so fragile, barely a whisper as he spoke. "it is simply a blight upon my skin, a mark of my failure and punishment. a cruel scar. it paints me as nothing but a lightless monster, a burden, and a villain." disdain and self disgust seemed to leak from his voice, and he shuddered as he spoke. pain filled your heart at his words and you reached out to rest a hand on his chest. you wished there was a way to undo all the centuries of pain and trauma the both of you had endured while separated, and you wished you could help him understand his beauty.

"you are none of those things aaravos, that is just what the other dragons and elves want you to believe. however, i know that you are special, beautiful, and so, so strong because of your differences and you have fought and suffered for what you believe in. this star is a mark of your perseverence, and it is nothing to ever be ashamed of." you gently pulled your hand away, and placed it on your own chest. using some simple magic, you made your own hand glow with a soft orb of white light resting on your palm.

"you don't have to bear the weight and darkness of your burdens alone. let me share my light with you, and share your darkness with me." you reached out, pressing the glowing ball against his chest and watched a small, pained smile break through the sadness and doubt that had resided on aaravos' face, and he covered your hand with his.

"thank you my love, thank you for finding me, and for always reminding me of the light and the love that we share." he leaned in, resting his unoccupied hand on your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours lovingly.

"i love you until the end of time, and i believe that our love will last as eternal as the light that we share." his words seemed to touch your very soul, and released a flutter from your heart. for years you had drowned in your own misery, but you felt like you could finally breathe again. he was back, and you two were reunited. nothing would stand in your way every again, and neither of you would ever be separated by anyone or anything.

I HOPE THIS WAS TOO YOUR LIKING, THIS WAS SUCH A COOL REQ THANKS FOR REQUESTING!!! REQS ARE STILL OPEN, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTIME! this was such an emotional thing to write, and i genuinely really like this lmao tysm for the idea and inspiration!

[strawberryshortcake1495]

This scene through Wendy’s POV 💚

I glance at the horizon and start to make my way over to my bike when Dipper stops me. “Look, Wendy, about earlier…in the heat of the moment, I might’ve said some dumb things and…can’t we just pretend none of that ever happened?” I turn around to see him facing away from me. “Please?” I can’t help feeling bad for the kid. He’s had a crush on me since forever, I mean he wasn’t slick about it. Not in the slightest. If I were like any other teen, I’d laugh and make fun of him before leaving on my bike but that’s not who I am. This kid is a real human, and I’ll be damned if I hurt a fellow human like myself. So, I slowly walk back to him and place a hand on his shoulder. “Dude…dude, it’s okay. I always…kinda knew.” I confessed. This takes him by surprise and he turns around to look at me. “Wait, you did?” He asks. “Yeah, man. I mean, you think I can’t hear that stuff you’re constantly whispering under your breath?” I said giggling, trying to cheer him up. This does the opposite effect however, as he hides his face with his hands and sits down on a nearby log. I sit down next to him. He’s so small compared to me. It was almost endearing, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “Listen, Dipper. I’m like…SUPER flattered but…” I hesitated but decided to keep going because he needed to know. “I’m too old for you. I mean, you know that, right?” I said, trying to keep my voice as soft as possible to lessen the blow. Dipper groans and clutches his face with one of his hands. “Mabel said confessing would make me feel better.” He said. I take a moment to consider his words and decide the best course of action is to provide as much comfort as possible. “Well, how do you feel?” I asked. “Anxious, scared…” He scratches his arms. “…and kinda itchy.” That draws a laugh out of me. Dipper is an awkward kid, but that’s what I like about him. “Dude…don’t be itchy, man. Let me tell you something: this summer was SUPER boring until you showed up. I had more fun with you than like- practically anybody else, and if you stop being my friend, I would like- throw myself into the bottomless pit.” Every word I uttered was true. I just wanted him to know that this won’t change anything, and that it shouldn’t change anything. “So things…won’t be too awkward now?” He asks. “I just wrestled MYSELF, dude! THAT was awkward!” It’s a long story. “If you can handle that monster, you can handle a little awkwardness.” The words flow out of my mouth like a symphony. I don’t even know how I’m doing this. I’m not usually this cool. Hah, don’t get your head in the clouds, Wendy. Dipper lets a suppressed chuckle and we’re both just staring at eachother until he extends his hand. “Friends?” He says. “Yeah, dude! Friends!” I said, pushing him a little too hard than I intended and sending him off the log. I tense up for a moment but my shoulders slump once I see him rise. We both laugh together, this time it sounded more sincere. I reached my hand out and helped him up. I then realized I should probably be heading home now. So I walk off to my bike. “Oh, and hey, Dipper. See you for movie night tomorrow. Your place this time, okay?” I tie my helmet around my head, hop on my bike, and ride off into the sunset. I glance behind me and see Dipper’s face had changed into a somber expression. My heart tenses up and I look back at the sunset. Poor kid, he just got rejected. I just hope what I said was able to soften the impact.

[gabessquishytum]

OKAY this one came to me in a drug induced haze. So we all know the first thing that comes to mind when we see Hob. Get that man pregnant. Could be whatever variation human/warprize/fertility god etc au, I believe in my haze I was thinking specifically Dragon shapeshifter au ANYWAY. So Hob has just delivered a wonderful beautiful miracle to them, and they could not be more thrilled. They were definitely the Planning Parents who accounted for Every contingency in the baby's first 5 years of life, they have a Plan. Part of this plan, regrettably, was that they'd wait until Baby was at least 3 before having another. They both agreed it was just the Optimal Decision for their Great Baby Life Plan, so they'd have to put aside how ridiculously wonderful/horny those 9 months were. It won't be that hard, they'll have a whole ass child to love and dote on and take up all their time and energy.

The hitch comes when having a baby does nothing to dampen how absolutely devastatingly lustful they are for eachother. As soon as Hob is healed up he's begging for just one round, please Dream? It's been so long. Dream makes him wait another few days to be sure he's healed before they are right back to fucking like rabbits. Many orgasms to balance the discomfort of generally havinga newborn, interrupted sleep cycles, cramps from whatever position he was in too long for nursing, etc. And soon enough it's only been a few months and Hob is honestly? Feeling kind of shitty. He thought it would be getting EASIER as the baby got older and disnt need to be so much stapled to him and slept for longer periods of time, but he's very tired and kind of cranky and achey. It isn't until he starts throwing up that he realizes what's happened. Of course his first thought is ANOTHER BABY OMG YES BABIES. But then he has a rude awakening. He wasnt Supposed to get pregnant again so soon. This will break their whole big plan into tiny peices. Will Dream be mad? Oh no.

But Hob couldn't keep a secret from Dream on a good day, let alone a bad day when he's tired and hormonal, so he puts the baby down, sits Dream down at the table, and weeps his way through explaining that whatever birth control they used couldn't stand up to their vigorous lovemaking and he's pregnant again. Hob is trying to read Dream's reaction but Dream is doing his absolute best not to WIGGLE with pleasure at the dinner table. Another baby!! He and Hob are gonna have more babies!!! He's also counting back in his mind through the days theyve fucked trying to figure out when this happened and can remember at least twice when he either forgot to pull out or maybe forgot the condom? He's a tired dad okay. He does his best not to break out into ecstatic laughter while he holds and comforts Hob and tells him What Plan? We'll make a new plan, with our wonderful extra baby in mind. They quickly work through whatever angst there was and are back to being the sunshiniest happy family there ever was, now with an absolutely Glowing Hob, bc of course pregnancy looks GREAT on him. They are also fucking at increased rates without any birth control again bc what's gonna happen? He'll get MORE pregnant? When the ultrasound shows twins, Hob makes a joke like "Maybe we SHOULD have slowed down lol" but Dream can only vibrate with smugness. Lookit his perfect man. He put SO many babies in him.

Lying on the floor kicking my legs in the air. I'm always deeply obsessed with pregnant Hob content and I'm just very!!!!! Very horny about them being horny for each other.

Hob loves his baby so much. But it IS hard being a new parent, and he's so incredibly tired! The only consolation is that Dream is wonderful and still extremely attentive to Hob’s needs - particularly in the bedroom! Whenever the baby takes a nap, Dream makes sure that Hob gets at least a little bit of an orgasm. With his mouth, or fingers... or his cock. It makes the pain of parenting just a tiny bit more manageable.

Until Hob starts throwing up, and aching all over, and he's crying a lot all of a sudden. He's barely recovered from the first baby, and he doesn't feel terribly comfortable in his body. He knows that Dream still loves him but the thought that he might well be pregnant again is utterly terrifying. What if Dream is angry! What if he was sick of Hob being pregnant the first time, and what if he doesn't want another baby at all!? Oh dear. Hob holds his baby in his arms and gives them lots of cuddles, and calms himself down a little bit. It seems very important that Dream should at least KNOW that he's going to be a father again!

Of course as you've said, Dream has to try really hard to stop himself from CHEERING when he gets the news. He's wanted another baby ever since the first one came along. He wants everything with Hob, and that includes many many babies. Plans are overrated! Loving Hob and their children is the most important thing.

Twins wasn't part of the plan, but as previously mentioned, plans are overrated!! Hob looks incredible. He carries the new babies strongly and well, and provides plenty of milk for the twins, the first baby... and Dream, who loves relieving Hob’s swollen breast by drinking his milk as often as needed. Dream is a very proud father to his first baby AND the two nestled in Hob’s womb. He's thrilled to place his hands gently on Hob’s belly and the small of his back. In public he practically vibrates whenever they're congratulated on their parenthood. As they relax at home, he holds the baby in his arms and pops another cushion beneath the small of Hob’s back. He's going to give Hob as many babies as he can ever want and he's going to take the best care of him. That’s the only plan he’s concerned with now <3

[faithfully-yours]

The Moon Will Sing

Fandom : Just Roll With It Riptide

Ship : none

Summary : Gillion was only ever a mirror, something to reflect some elses greatness

Warnings : Implied abuse, basically Gill's childhood, episode 109 spoilers

Notes : The Crane Wives has me in a god damn choke hold

Age 9

"Tell me once again, please."

My small begging voice seemed to claw through the elder's wall, not far enough through though.

"The prophecy chose you, that is why you're here."

"But I could have been anyone, *anyone* else, and I could've gotten out."

"There is nothing to get out of, it's a privilege."

"But, before you made the choice for me-"

The elder crouches down to get on eye level with Me.

"Look, this is your destiny, Gillion. Accept it."

He took my hand and started pulling me foward. My feet knew the path to where we were headed. The training grounds.

Again. Of course.

I remember when I was first brought here. We had walked in the dark.

I have no idea why, but in the dark they brought me to the grounds, and then it started.

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead, the first time.

That was before they told me.

Before.

Age 14

"All those empty rooms, it has to get lonely."

Edyn says, with a smile.

They're letting her visit now, which is nice.

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else, but no.

We had to stay in my room, Edyn said it was safer.

So I made a bed with apathy and there we sat, talking.

"My heart knew the weight of loneliness before I was stuck here Edyn." I say, leaning against her.

She shakes her head. "Ten years worth of dust and neglect. You can't just get rid of those memories Gill."

"I never said I could." She seems to put words in my mouth a lot. I love her though. If I couldn't see my sister, I don't know if I could survive this place.

Neither of us see eachother much anymore, and on the rare occasions we do we both seem tired.

But we made our peace with weariness and let it be.

Age 18

Another speech. After every mistake I get one. A speech.

this time though, I interrupt the particular elder.

"But, you said the moon will sing a song for me and-"

"Grow up. The moon rewards those who work."

His harsh hand grips my wrist as he yanks me along. "Us elders worked so hard for you, to make you a worthy chosen one. But you don't show us love, nor respect."

He opens a door and throws me harshly into a dark room.

I let out a groan as I hit the wall. "I loved you like the sun, and you do truly burn everything you touch. Bore the shadows you made."

He lets out a scoff. "Be thankful."

"I can't do anything. With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me."

He turns on his heel and shuts the door, and locking it from the outside.

Trapping me in shadow.

"I shine only with the light you gave me."

I mutter, making myself comfortable. I won't get out within the next three days. I don't usually anyway.

Age 21

"Name your courage now!"

Feel the sharp tip of metal at my neck.

"You almost killed a navy officer."

The elder lets out a harsh laugh. "We have war. We could have had anything, anything else, but instead we have war."

I shrug. "I don't-"

"You don't what? We should have you killed Gillion."

"But instead you hoarded all that's left of me. My sister, my freedom."

My voice sounds small and rough. I really don't like it. I don't like most things about my things now though.

Hey won't do it. Kill me that is, they won't kill me. Right.

What am I kidding.

"look at you. Swallowin' your doubt. Don't worry, we won't kill you. It's almost like you want us to banish you."

Like swords in the pit of my belly, the words claw at my insides. Bringing out the fact that, maybe the words are true.

"I wanna feel the fire that you kept from me. You don't own me."

He lowers the sword. "Leave. Get out of the undersea now. We do not want you."

"What?"

I stand up so quickly that my chair gets hit across the room.

"Leave."

I can't tell if he's serious. They've done this before. Almost in a taunting way. But he's serious this time,

I feel someone grabbing my arms and pulling me back.

I shake the guards off, turn around, and run.

I run. I swim out of the castle.

Age 22

Chip was my friend. I think.

He is my friend. I don't know why I say was, he's not dead.

He's undead.

That's still settling in. He leans on my shoulder, tracing his cold fingers up and down my bicep.

"I don't know how to feel you know."

He says.

"What do you mean?"

"Gill, you've killed undead, I've killed undead. It feels-"

"We've killed living too. I have anyway."

He sighs, looking up at the night sky. We sit on the deck of our ship, because Jay wanted to sleep and it's my night on watch. Also quite frankly Chip doesn't really need sleep anymore.

"What happened to you? In the under sea." He asks in a whisper.

I usually manage to avoid the subject.

"I don't see why that matters."

He lets out a scoff. "I do, I hear you in your sleep you know. You toss and turn, you talk."

"I do?"

"Yes. Sometimes it's about the moon, which makes sense after the fae wilds I guess."

I wrap my arm around his waist as he lets out a sigh. "Are the words, coherent at all?"

I've heard off people from the oversea sleep talking, but it's usually just random mumbles.

Chip nods. "Yeah, usually it's 'The moon will sing a song for me,' and stuff."

I let out a small shuddering breath. "Oh."

"Is that, weird?"

I shake my head. "It's just, something the elders used to tell me. When I was being groomed for being the chosen one. It was a saying, something to say that the moon would make prayers sent to her help you instead."

"What about the whole, I loved you like the sun stuff? It's only sometimes that I've heard that but."

"It was-" I shake my head. "When I was kid, there was this one time, it doesn't matter. Must have just been a flashback or something."

He nods with a small hum of acknowledgement.

"What happened?"

"An elder got mad at me, I was thrown in a dungeon. Said something along the lines of," I shake my head again, "I don't even remember. Um, Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own-"

"I shine only with the light you gave me." Jays voice comes from the stairs as she comes to the top deck. "You really do need to work on your sleep talking, you do realize we all sleep in the same room."

"I can't control it." I say, pushing my self up so I'm sitting straight, unintentionally pushing Chip off of my shoulder in the process.

She shrugs, leaning on the railing of the ship.

"What does that mean?" She asks, looking at us. "I shine only with the light you gave me?"

Chip answers before I can. "It's the sun and moon thing, the moon only shines because the sun reflects light off of it. It's like saying you only mean anything while the other is there with you."

Huh, he described that perfectly.

Jay let's out a small scoff, "When did you become so wise Chip?"

"When my heart got pulled out." He answers in a humorless voice. Jay's face goes pale and Chip bursts out laughing. "You're good, I'm joking."

You know I've never felt like that here.

I've never felt like a weapon or other.

Here I'm just me.

Welp episode 114 is gonna hit him like a brick.

[theladyofdeath]

Elide and Lorcan having an angsty fight. And when they see eachother again they're standing under a mistletoe. Maybe they make up or maybe they don't who knows.

I never asked a prompt before... I Just really want to read some Elorcan so this is the first thing that popped in my mind😅

A/N: I love this prompt! I hope you enjoy this drabble and had an amazing holiday season! x

T/W: language

A winter storm was brewing outside, but inside of Elide and Lorcan’s living room, a holiday party was thriving.

It was difficult to plan and throw a party when you’re hardly speaking to your significant other…which Lorcan hadn’t in nearly two days. Every time he passed his fiancé, they barely acknowledged one another.

Their fight had been the worst one yet. Although both of them were stubborn, Lorcan’s temper was a little harsher than Elide’s. He knew it was a character flaw, but he was too stubborn to work on it. When he got angry, he didn’t want to fix it, he just wanted to stay pissed off.

And he had stayed pissed off for two days.

It didn't stop them from hosting their Christmas party. It didn't stop Elide from cooking all day, and it didn't stop Lorcan from cleaning the house to perfection. He always cleaned better when he was pissed the hell off. He was an angry-scrubber.

Although their friends seemed to be having a great time, the tension between the two of them was evident. Aside from lingering glares, Lorcan hadn't bothered to say a word to Elide, and she didn't bother saying a word to him.

It was ridiculous.

He knew it.

And he didn't care.

Planning a wedding was stressful.

It was even more stressful when a date could not be set.

Lorcan asked Elide to marry him a year ago. Last Christmas, he had gotten down on one knee and popped the question. When she had said yes, it had been the greatest moment of his life. Every hardship he had endured didn't seem so bad, because they had led him to her, to her saying yes to becoming his wife.

But even a year later, Elide didn't want to set a date.

Lorcan didn't get it. He didn't understand it. He knew that Elide loved him, which only made him that much more confused on why she couldn't settle on a day to marry him, to take that final step. It confused him so much that he picked a fight, had started yelling at her and acting a fool when he asked her about setting a date again, and she said that she didn't know.

Their fight had ended with Lorcan saying the awful words: Then maybe we shouldn't even get married.

Since those words left his mouth, silence was all that laid between them.

Now, the room around Lorcan was filled with holiday cheer but he felt none of it. Every minute that passed with that tension between them just felt off, awful, not right.

Lorcan lifted his glass to his lips only to find it empty. He hadn't even realized he'd been drinking that often, but he supposed that misery loved company, and whiskey was the best company of all.

Pushing himself off the wall by Fenrys and Connall, who were bickering about something ridiculous, Lorcan strode to the kitchen with his empty glass.

And nearly ran directly into Elide.

The thing about Elide Lochan was if she was in a crowd of people, you probably wouldn't be seeing her right away, considering Lorcan had almost two feet on her. So when she came around the corner of the kitchen with her own recently filled wine glass, he had barely stopped himself before his shirt had a big red stain on it.

They both froze and stared at one another.

Lorcan cleared his throat. "Sorry."

Elide gave him a nod, her lips in a straight line.

"It's about time you two lovebirds were caught under the mistletoe."

The fucking mistletoe.

Lorcan had nearly forgotten about it until they both looked up and, surely enough, they stood underneath the neatly trimmed and hung greenery.

A sigh left him as he looked back down at Elide, who shrugged and, with a roll of her dark eyes, rose on her toes.

Lorcan leaned down and kissed her, softly. It was nothing more than a peck on the lips, but the second their mouths touched, Lorcan tasted the wine and cherry chapstick. Their kiss deepened, as every kiss that had ever occurred between the two of them had. It was something that should have only lasted a second but lasted much longer as they melted into one another.

When that kiss finally broke, they didn't part too far from one another. Lorcan brushed her hair behind her ear and shook his head. "I'm sorry."

Elide's eyes softened. "No, I'm sorry. You have every right to be frustrated with me. I just know that as soon as we set a date, the wedding planning is going to be so stressful, and I never imagined that I'd be getting married without my parents there-"

"Hey," Lorcan breathed, lifting her chin so that she met his gaze. "You don't need to explain."

"Yes, I do," she whispered, "because I don't want you thinking that I don't want to marry you. I do. Of course, I do. I love you. So much."

"I know," he said, taking her hand. "I love you, too, and we'll set a date when we set a date. As long as you're here every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to bed, that's all that matters to me."

Elide's lips slowly twisted into a small smile. "Such a softie."

"Mhmm," he said, eyes narrowing as they always did when she would tell him how romantic he was being. He kissed her, once more. "Don't tell anybody."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"Good."

Using his empty glass as an excuse, Lorcan pulled Elide into the kitchen with him and kissed her again and again, considering he had two days worth to make up for.

Sometimes he scolded himself for being so stubborn and for falling in love with such a stubborn woman. Yet, every time they fought, they sure as hell knew how to make up.

[aloneinthehellfire]

Right Person, Wrong Timing

It's You And Me, Always: Part 8

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

It’s You and Me, Always [Masterlist]

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since elementary school and you both assumed that friendship was all you were destined for. However, when you both experience Chrissy’s supernatural death, you are pulled into the secrets beneath Hawkins and find that your feelings for eachother aren’t what they seem.

Warnings: swearing, some fluff cause I was feeling nice, mentions of death

Word Count: 2k

[A/N: noooo, i didn't forget about this fic, you did. but pls accept this as some kind of apology oops]

<- Part 7: The Creels

Right Person, Wrong Timing

I’m related to Vecna. I’m a Creel.

I’m related to Vecna.

Your body flooded with anxiety, hands shaking uncontrollably. You were related to the monster that lived beneath Hawkins, the nightmare that murders.

“Y/n?”

You hear Eddie’s voice call out to you, but you don’t move. Instead, you sit in silence and will the tears to stop.

Once you had left the room, Eddie wasted no time in springing up from his seat. The others had told him to stay, not to go after you and claimed you needed space. But that’s the thing; they didn’t know you. He has been your best friend since the beginning of high school. They only met you a few days ago. Eddie would have known better than to spring that kind of information on you, let alone allow you to deal with it by yourself. They’ve never sat through one of your panic attacks.

“Y/n!” He tries again, louder this time.

He runs around the other side of the trailer, heart skipping a beat when he sees you sat there, head against your knees, breathing heavily.

“Hey, hey.” Eddie crouches beside you, reaching to clasp one of your hands in his. “One breath at a time.”

You take in shaky breaths, eyes shut. It had been a while since your last panic attack, the familiar crush of stress against your chest bringing back all the unpleasant memories. Ones that Eddie has been through with you. He was always there for you.

One last breath and your heartbeat calms a little more than it was. Bringing your tear stained face up to find his, you let out a shaky laugh.

“So… turns out my last vision was just a family reunion.”

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s not funny.”

“Then why are you laughing?” You smile, resting your forehead against his. “This is so messed up.”

“I wish I could tell you it wasn’t.” Eddie replies, making you laugh sadly. “But I can tell you that you’re not alone. Okay? I’m here.”

You pull away, staring at his doe eyes, wondering how you got so lucky. “I’m glad I have you.”

He grins, winking. “I am a total catch.”

“Ugh.” You joke, playfully shoving him away from you. “Way to ruin the moment.”

Eddie laughs, a genuine smile on his face that he never feels until he’s with you. You are everything to him. The only person he’s ever going to want to see every single day for the rest of his life. Why didn’t he have the guts to just admit it?

“Hey, uh, Eddie?” You avoid his eyes, making him frown. “Can I ask a favour?”

“Yeah, of course.” He quickly shuffles closer to you, eyes trying to find yours.

You swallow a sickly feeling, “If I, um… If I die-”

“No.” Eddie instantly shakes his head, hands halting your words, “No, Y/n, no.”

“Eddie, please-”

“You are not going to die!” Eddie insists, standing up, “There is no chance I’m gonna let that-”

You scramble to your feet, trying to explain yourself. “Eds, we know it’s a possibility-”

“It’s not happening! I won’t let you die, Y/n!”

“You can’t save me, okay? This curse, this whole thing, we need to be prepared for the worst!” You become exasperated, wondering why he won’t listen.

“No, Jesus. I’m not even discussing this with you!” Eddie throws his hands up, walking away.

You follow, determined to finish the conversation. “Why not? Huh, Eddie? Why won’t you-”

“Because I love you!” Eddie practically yells and you halt your movements completely, eyes wide.

Eddie’s mouth snaps shut, freezing with his back turned to you. He had no idea why he blurted that out in a moment like this. Shit shit shit shit.

“I, um, I-” Eddie stuttered, shaking his head so fast his hair bounced wildly as he avoided your eyes, “I, yeah, I can explain that- Is it getting hot outside? I feel like it’s pretty humid, or something, you know? That's not- there's a whole reason, but I- ‘Cause my brain- no, listen, I-”

Every thought turned to dust as soon as your lips crashed into his.

Through all of Eddie’s rambling and, well, total meltdown, your brain was running a hundred miles per hour to even comprehend what just happened. Eddie Munson, your best friend, the boy you’ve been in love with since sophomore year. Hell, you loved that boy so much, you failed your exams twice just to stay by his side in Hawkins. And now, he was stood in front of you, mumbling about weather after confessing his love. You weren’t letting the opportunity go to waste.

His lips were surprisingly soft, a tenderness to them as the shock subdued and his hand wove behind your neck, pulling you closer. It was rhythmic, the way your lips danced with eachother, the butterfly feelings turning your anxiety to hope.

You were the first to pull away, much to Eddie’s dismay but his heart was still reeling from the fact that you had just kissed him.

“Uh…” Eddie tried to find words, his body frozen in time. Did that just happen?

“I-” You began, heart still racing, when another figure ran out from the other side of the trailer, panting.

“Guys!” Dustin calls out and you step away from eachother, ignoring the yearning feeling. “We… shit.”

He held out his hand, catching his breath, and Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, earning a confused shrug in return. When Dustin finally straightens back up, his gaze flickers between you both.

“Any chance you know where we can get a shit ton of weapons?” He questions and a sly smile lifts onto Eddie’s face, nodding.

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Let me guess… War Zone?”

“War Zone!” He agreed, grinning and you shake your head.

To War Zone it is.

Eddie stole an RV.

Which, weirdly enough, was the most normal thing that had happened this whole time you’ve been on the run with your best friend. Or, boyfriend? To your dismay, you hadn’t really had enough time to talk about it before commandeering an RV and high-tailing it to the War Zone so you could go and kill a monster.

That, and dealing with the haunting knowledge of being related to said monster.

“Okay, we grab what we need and get out. No window shopping or whatever.” Steve instructs to everyone. Dustin nods, springing out of his seat and heading to the door before his older friend tugs him back by his collar.

“Hey!” He protests, but Steve sits him back down.

“Sorry, man. It’s too risky.” He explains, but the curly-haired boy just pouts.

“Anyone a part of Hellfire Club has to stay out of sight, okay?” Nancy shrugs, looking to Lucas, “You two stay here with Eddie and Y/n, and we’ll try and be back as quickly as we can. There’s no reason for this to be difficult.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” Eddie salutes, leaning back in his seat. “Hellfire will hold down the fort.”

“Thanks.” Nancy sighs, nodding to the others, “Okay, let’s go.”

They start piling out of the RV, sending sympathetic smiles, and heading towards the building without you.

“This sucks.” Dustin groans, sliding down his seat so head ended up resting on his chest.

“A little offended you don’t wanna spend time with us.” You joked and he straightens back up, flashing you a smile.

“Any moment with you is a pleasure.” He announces and you raise your eyebrows, smiling at Eddie who kicked the boy from under the table.

“Okay, lay off, dude.” He dismisses, noticing the laughter you were trying to hold back while Dustin narrows his eyes.

“What? She’s awesome!” He says and Eddie knows he’s just trying to rile him up, test the waters.

“I know.” Eddie grits his teeth and the boys stare eachother down for a few seconds.

“Oh-kay.” You interrupt, leaning forward, “This is getting weird. I’m gonna talk to Lucas.”

You give them once last look before joining the other boy in the back, greeting eachother with a smile and falling into easy conversation. Eddie always admired how great you were with other people. You were shy, absolutely, but there was always some kind of override inside of you that helped you in conversation. Ever since Eddie started the Hellfire Club, you had been there by his side and aided him in gaining members. Without you, Eddie wasn’t sure he’d even have a Hellfire Club.

“You guys totally made out.” Dustin comments and Eddie’s head snaps towards the boy, eyes wide. A grin spreads across his friend’s face. “I knew it!”

“Shh!” Eddie insists, leaning forward while glancing over at you, too deep in conversation to notice, “Jesus Christ.”

“Okay, sorry.” Dustin surrenders, lowering his voice to a whisper, “So…”

Eddie raises his brow and waves his hand out in confusion. “So?”

The younger boy sends him a look before sighing in exasperation. “Are you two together now or what? Cause it’s been a long time coming, I’ll tell you that.”

“I-” Eddie looks to where you are sat, leant back against the cushion behind you, nodding along to Lucas’ story with a smile. “I don’t know.”

“Oh.” Dustin frowns. “You don’t want to be together?”

“No! Yes, I- It’s complicated.” Eddie stammers out, resting his head in his hands, staring at the table, “We didn’t talk about it after.”

“Why not?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe something to do with Vecna on the loose killing teens and the fact everyone in this town wants me dead?” Eddie stresses and Dustin tightens his lips.

“Yeah, I can see how that would be a romance bummer.” He nods before glancing over his shoulder, watching as you and Lucas attempt to create some sort of handshake. “But if there’s any time to know how you really feel about eachother, it’s now. We don’t know what’s going to happen next. We’re all living on borrowed time.”

Eddie didn’t take his words lightly, running a hand down his face. He was right. He was careful not to be specific, but Eddie knew he was talking about you, about the little time you may or may not have left. Vecna was breathing down your neck, and he could attack at any moment.

Clearing his throat, Eddie stands from the table and attempts to open his mouth to call out for you. But the sounds of yelling caught his attention, everyone’s heads snapping towards the window to catch a sight of what the ruckus was.

“Holy shit.” Dustin breathes, surrounded by wide eyes as you all saw the same thing.

The basketball team had arrived at the store, jumping out and passing around a photo, most likely of Eddie, making your breaths hitch.

“Get away from the window.” You pull Eddie away, snapping the curtains shut and turning around to face them all. “Okay, so… that’s not good.”

“They don’t know we’re here, though.” Lucas says, glancing at worried expressions, “Right?”

“Yeah.” You nod swiftly, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I’m sure…”

Your words trail off and Eddie frowns, stepping towards you with a tentative reach for your arm. Once he made contact, you meet his eyes and shake your head.

“Uh… right, yeah, sorry. We’ll be fine.” You dismiss, heading to the back of the RV just as the door swings open, bags of weapons being thrown at Eddie.

“We need to go, right now.” Steve expresses, jumping into the driver’s seat just as Max shuts the door behind her, slipping into a seat.

You were pulling away from the War Zone in record time, surely to do with Jason and his teammates. As Eddie set down the items chucked at him, his worried eyes catch sight of you sat at the back, head rested on your chin while you stare out the back window.

Taking deep breaths, you shake off the sick feeling in your stomach, the shake of your hands.

You all had a mission now. Take care of Vecna before he took care of you and Max.

No one needed to know you had seen your dead parents staring back at you in the reflection of the window, the dreaded grandfather clock chiming in the back of your mind.

Part 9: The Battle Begins ->

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[paleneckauthorcowboy]

This is the next fic in the timeline, This is a disclaimer and Trigger warning. This Fanfic contains suicide! If you know me irl or like off of tumblr, I promise you I'm fine, this is a work of fiction!

It's a typical day like any other, except it's not. This is Kestins' last day, but he's not going to let anyone know; keeping up the facade of ignorance and bliss. He tries to spend it with the one's he loved most, even if he knew I'd be unrealistic to have them both at the same time; he still texts Hoodie to see if he wanted to spend the day with him, though he realized how desperate the text sounded. Unfortunately, Hoodie hadn't read the text. But thankfully, he didn't spend the day alone, he still had Alex.

"I'm glad we get to spend some time together. It's nice." Kestin murmured, leaning on Alex. They hadn't been like this in many months, they weren't even doing anything exciting; just watching movies and being in eachothers company. But, of course, Alex is a busy man. By the time is was barely 3 in the afternoon, he had to leave to go do God knows what.

That was fine with Kestin, it gives him more time to make sure everything is perfect, reading over the notes folding them both up neatly. Making sure he knew this wouldn't fail, and that he would be uninterrupted. 10 p.m rolls around and Hoodie still hasn't read the text, so, Kestin just gives up on seeing him before he goes, as much as it hurts him. He shoots him one last text. Then, he shuts his phone off; throwing it onto the bed.

He slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He strolls over to the medicine cabinet, opening it, he takes out every bottle of pills that he had. Before he proceeds, he checks his pockets, the notes are there. He then continued, one by one emptying each bottle into his mouths and swallowing with an awful gulp. By the time he was done, he felt, well, terrible. He sat on the floor and just waited for the pills to do their job.

It didn't take too long before he was gone. Now, there's not much to say about a corpse, why don't we shift the prospective a bit, let's go see Hoodie.

He's walking at a fast pace towards Kestins place, trying to call him, get him to answer. He saw the texts, the last one worried him the most 'I love you, please don't forget that.' Brian knows how Kestin is, he's seen this before. He's praying he's not too late, he can't be. He's not willing to lose another person, not after both his boyfriend and girlfriend.

Hoodie gets to Kestins house, much to his dismay, the front door is locked as well as the windows; another blaring red flag that something is wrong. Without a second thought, he breaks a window in jumps inside. "Kestin! Are you here?" He calls out, searching the house. Getting increasingly more distraught. Finally, he finds the bathroom, the door is locked. So he goes and gets the keep from Kestins bedside table.

Quickly, he unlocked it, shoving the door open. He finds Kestin. The scene could haunt him for a life time, he's just slumped against the wall, the sink is full of pill bottles. He gets down on his knees, with shaky hands he checks for a pulse. Nothing. Kestin is already gone. He was too late. Brian slowly slipped his mask off, getting a good look at his friend, he failed him, he failed to save him.

He sees two notes peaking out of Kestin pocket, one of them labeled 'To my last love.' And the other, 'To my only friend.' He takes the second one; opening it with care.

The letter reads as follows. "Hello, I know you're probably confused or maybe even angry. It's understandable. I just couldn't keep living the way I was, playing pretend can only get a guy so far. You know that. I couldn't face the truth so now I'm taking the only way out that I can see. This was inevitable anyway. Me dying I mean, you and everyone else said yourself, if I didn't get out I'd be next. But, why wait around for him when I could just do it myself. It'd  hurt less this way, right? No betrayal anywhere. I'm sorry I have to do this to you, I know you care about me and all that sappy stuff. Please don't blame yourself, this isn't your fault. Just know that I love you no matter what, you'll always be my best friend and brother. Please, try to live well, this is goodbye.

Warm regards, Kestin."

Brian didn't have time to process this, he heard the front door open, so he quickly made his exit out the window. He had an 'old friend' to go visit.

[hotspace39]

Writing suggestion for you: Deaky x reader, strictly fluff, maybe a little angst, but all in all, a happy ending. Also, reader is friends with the band, and maybe you could incorporate Freddie, Brian and Roger, all of them remarking how much reader and Deaky are in love. Idiots in love, basically.

This is almost too specific, but c'mon, we're mutuals.

Of course!!! Thank you for the request :)

Completely zoned off in the band’s rehearsal, I watched in awe as my boyfriend plucked the strings of his sunburst Squier bass, fingers moving somnambulant.

How did I get so lucky?

I mused silently, smiling absent-mindedly like a lovestruck idiot as I gazed at him: his long locks of wavy brown hair, his kind smile, his clever blue-grey eyes, his beautiful hands with those long, delicate fingers…

My daydreaming was rudely disturbed by a clamour of loud voices.

“Fred, you’re singing it wrong, it’s throwing my timing off!”

“Oh fuck off Roger” Freddie’s voice purred.

I looked up at the two having a spat. This was a common occurrence, no shock to me at this point. The two argued like brothers nearly every time I’d come along with John to these rehearsals. Sometimes Brian would join in, too - but never John. He preferred to sit and do his own thing.

“Oh quit it Roger, he’s singing it fine!” Brian chimed in. I lifted my head and couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the arguing. I personally thought they sounded great, but I didn’t know much about what they were going for. It all seemed quite experimental to me, different to what you’d hear on the radio.

John took the backseat for these arguments, never contributed. I understood, I didn’t like confrontation either. He had only joined the band a few months ago so he felt like the “new boy” still, but he had so much more that he could contribute to the band. I often tried to persuade him to push his ideas to the others - I thought they were brilliant - but he said no, he didn’t want to. Not yet.

I glanced at John to make sure he was doing okay. It took me a second to catch his attention, but when I did, he smiled at me. That beautiful smile. It lit up my whole world for a matter of seconds: like it was just me and him in this practise room. I found myself blushing, suddenly shy - as though we hadn’t been going out for two months at this point.

John spoke up - a rare occurrence. His voice was soft but firm.

“Why don’t we take a break for a few minutes, get a coffee? I think we’re all knackered right now and won’t agree on anything.”

The other three begrudgingly agreed and went off their separate ways, Freddie and Roger still bickering as they walked out the door. John closed the door after them and looked at me, mouth twitching to a smile. We both laughed. We often joked that his bandmates were like our kids, a group of toddlers with their constant bickering.

“Nothing changes with them, does it?”

I asked while sidling up towards him coolly, hiding the flutter of excitement in my stomach.

He shook his head and laughed.

“It’s the one thing you can bet on, these spats. Especially when it comes to Rog and Fred.”

I was right beside John at this point. I loved how I had to look up a little bit to see his face, I only came up to his shoulders. He looked down at me and smiled.

“Good thing I have you here to keep me sane.”

He muttered before bending down to give me a kiss. I smiled into the kiss as I closed my eyes, revelling in the soft touch of his lips. I let my tongue wander and hummed slightly, hinting that I wanted more.

John paused and drew back to look at me.

“But the guys will be here soon…”

I groaned, knowing he was right.

“I know. I just love you so much.”

John’s expression softened and he cupped my face in his hands, looking me in the eye with his pretty smile.

“I love you too.”

We stood like that, savouring every second, until the band walked in and we reluctantly pulled away from eachother. Brian was first in the door and just caught John’s hands grazing my face.

“Ah, the two lovebirds!”

He laughed softly, rolling his eyes playfully. Roger came in right after, hearing Brian’s comment.

“What were they up to? Hope it wasn’t anything too raunchy.”

He snickered.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous Roger!”

Freddie scolded like a cross mother as he sauntered into the room.

“You know these two, they only ever kiss and cuddle and hold hands around us. Bit boring, if you ask me.”

He joked, winking at me. I rolled my eyes playfully at him, giggling slightly. I’d always had a soft spot for the eccentric frontman.

“Right boys, let’s go!”

He announced. I checked my watch and retreated to my seat in the corner to watch the band again.

Only an hour, I told myself. An hour sounded like years to me, though. I needed to be close to John again. I missed his tender touch already, his soft whispers, his gentle manner.

The rehearsal went by much the same as it had before - evidently the “10 minute break” didn’t do much good for anyone. The bickering picked up where it left off, and John stayed silent. Not much playing was done with the amount of arguing going on, meaning John was just sitting with his bass on his lap for a good majority of the next hour. I tried to catch his eye, my brows furrowed, but he seemed to know that if he looked at me I’d silently encourage him to speak up. So he avoided my glance.

We said our goodbyes to his bandmates and didn’t say a word until we were in the car. The tension between us hung thick in the air. When we closed the doors and sat into the car, I turned to face John from the passenger seat.

“You need to speak up when they carry on like that. It’s unfair to you, their bickering means you just sit there and do nothing at all. It’s a waste of your time.”

“I knew you were going to say that!” He exclaimed. He took a deep breath and sat back into his carseat with a stony expression.

“I can’t.” He sighed and massaged his temples, as though he had a headache. I could see him tense his jaw and could almost feel the angst and anger in him bubbling to the surface.

He slammed a fist against the wheel of the car - not particularly hard; almost in an exhausted manner. I wasn’t afraid, I knew he wouldn’t lay a finger on me; it just made me upset to see him like this. He pushed his hair back, exasperated. I lay my hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the cool, soft suede of his brown jacket. He sighed.

“I know you’re just trying to help me. I get it. But… I’ll figure it out on my own. It’s not like me to barge in and start arguing, I just don’t function like that. Just… give me a while and I’ll figure it out.”

“I know. I was just afraid they were pushing you around. I hate that you barely even got to play there.”

He smiled at me weakly.

“I know you’re concerned for me, and I appreciate it. I just prefer to deal with these things by myself.”

I smiled sympathetically back at him.

“I’m sorry, I should know that by now.”

I laid my hand on his lap.

“I just worry ‘bout you Deacs, that’s all.”

He gave me a proper smile now, showing me that perfect gap-toothed grin of his that I loved, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I’ll have you know I can take care of myself quite sufficiently by now!”

I played along and adorned a doubtful expression.

“Really? Maybe you should do it more often then.”

We both laughed, any and all tension completely dissipated. I smiled, feeling warm and happy, hand on John’s lap, as we drove back to his flat.

[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the Isle pt 42

Vick: Hey- Philip.

* Philippos looks up from his book with his calm and centred expression, which drops as soon as he sees Vick*

Philippos: *sigh* I will only be talking to you because Lord Dionysos has let you stay.

Vick: *nodding* Sick- then where is Demi?

Philippos: Probably fornicating with that man whore Apollo.

*Vick looks at him for a long time with a confused expression*

 Philippos: Engaging in copulation.

*Vick shakes his head slowly*

Philippos: *sigh* Really lord give me strength coitus, intercourse, FUCK IT lovemaking.

Vick: Ohhhh

*Vick taps his nose*

Philippos: *whispering* Finally

Vick: Damn they are Y'know-

* Philippos’s eye twitches and slams his book shut with one hand and holds it behind his back*

Philippos: AAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF OS IWIEF.

Philippos: *sigh* Yes

Vick: Cool..... can you take me to them and Apollo please.

Philippos: Sure.

*Philippos starts walking back the way he came with Vick following from behind*

Vick: I can’t believe he didn’t know I was fucking with him, lol.

*The scene cuts to Demi and Apollo sitting on a dead tree by a little hut in a clearing while passing a joint*

Apollo: How has everyone been?

Demi: Pretty good I mean literally nothing happens out here so- yeah been boring without you.

Apollo: Boring isn’t a bad thing.

 Demi: *sigh* You can’t mean that and-

*Demi sits on Apollos lap and takes the joint from Apollo then a draw from it*

Demi: *coughs* You gonna make it exciting.

Apollo: Was just hoping for a conversation.

Apollo: I can see that.

Demi: Don’t tell me Lord Dionysos tried you out too much.

Apollo: for you-

*Apollo grabs Demi’s hips as they giggle, they apollo goes right up Demi’s ear*

Apollo: *whispering* Never

*Apollo throws Demi off of him and she lands on her stright onto the grass around them*

Demi: You are boring too then.

Apollo: I just want to talk..... and get a little high.

*They both laugh and Demi sits next to him again *

Demi: I can live with that..... i get the first question since its my weed.

Apollo: *laughs* Fine.

Demi: Why dont you just move here?

Apollo: Reegan needs me you know that.

Demi: Not every single day he doesn't.

Apollo: I also have the fort to guard can't any dipshit stay there.

Demi: Guarding what...... Reegan?

*Apollo takes the joint out of Demi mouth and stands up while taking a draw*

Demi: You could just ask Hermes to try and get Reeegan here instead.

Apollo: I just have to stay there ok.

*Demi stands up and leans on Apollo*

Demi: I know i just missed talking to someone that likes the outside of this place i mean you are the one that help me get my music tapes.

Apollo: More like got Hermes to get them but I know what you mean you do get me most of the time and you have great weed.

*Apollo hands Demi whats left of the joint and they watch silently as Philip and Vick go up to the cabin then Philip starts to slam at the door with his fist*

Philippos: I SWEAR TO OUR LORD YOU BETTER NOT BE-

Vick: FUCKING

*Philippos turns to stare daggers at Vick as Demi yells at him*

Demi: Not on your bed we are over here dumbass.

*Vick and Philip turns to sees Demi and Apollo holding eachother by the hips and flipping off Vick and Philip*

Philippos: Well thats..... you deal with them.

Vick: Ok cooool.

*Philip leaves as Apollo and Demi heads back to the Cabin*

Apollo: How did your talk go?

Vick: Terrifying.

Vick: Good.

[predatoryminds]

Chapter one - Dull office makes for dumb days! I watched shapes fly by in a blur outside the car window, music blocking out everyone and everything. My headphones sat tight over my ears, tangled in amongst my wavy length. As irritating as it was, I put up with it. Every movement I made, a hair would get caught and I’d feel a sharp tug at my scalp, but I just ignored it. I could feel Father’s gaze turn back to me every few minutes, dark blue eyes trying to figure me out, wanting to know what I was thinking, what I was feeling. Subtly, I pushed my round glasses up and kept quiet, not going to feel obliged to respond to these desperate attempts of futile bonding, it wasn’t worth the hassle. It never was. Just focus on something else, anything else. That was what I told myself, and that was what I would stick with. Mother, on the other hand, was too occupied with the road ahead to bother with an attempt at conversation. I was thankful for this, if they both had been on my case, then I would have been doomed. As sweet and innocent as she seemed, the woman was pretty damn persuasive. Keep on acting as if I don't know, The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Should I be offended you think I'm so stupid, or be 'grateful' since we haven't had the 'Divorce' talk yet... Pretending everything was alright was stressful for all parties involved, besides, as a government official's child, appearances obviously had to be kept up. Scrolling through my phone, I smiled at the pictures from the party I had DJ'd the other night, not that anyone knew it was me under the helmet. I could feel fathers gaze continuously turn back to me every few seconds, He wasn't subtle, bluntness and making things clear was both his biggest strength, and yet also his biggest flaw. I kept quiet, focusing on my phone, on the music, on something else, anything else. But either way, I was drawn back to my awkward and hurtful reality. When green orbs met blue, Father turned away, bearing the same burden known as awkwardness. That was one of the few things we had in common. We both were rather uncomfortable people. Father looked out his window, thoughts crinkling his face almost to the point of a scowl. Huffing, he placed his hand turned over next-to mother's. It was a desperate attempt to apear calm and 'happy'. Mother let out a humm of surprise, but then smiled, enterwining her fingers with his. She pulled off a cheerful and egar look better than my dear old dad did, yet there was always some sort of telltale sign I could find in the image. This time, gazing just beyond her seat, I could see her hand on the wheel slightly grip. I didn't like feeling anger, and frusteration, but the more they delayed telling me that they wanted to split up, the more I wanted to throw things, throw a tantrum, cry, scream. Anythign to show them how it effected everyone in our house. They might not think it, but for me, they both were easy to read. It was so obvious to tell the mood they were in. The little habits they had, like Mother tended to clean when she was stressed, and Father baked when he was anxious and needed to relax, and he brushed his hair back alot when he overthinks. That's probably why his hair was so greasy. Stop trying so hard, Rolling my eyes, I chewed the inside of my cheek to at least try to calm down my stomach. I know you're forcing it... My parent's were obsessed with public image, or rather to seem togeather. They wern't even close to being the happy family people thought we were. They argued, threatened divorce and worse, as if i'd turned deaf, like I couldn't hear them. It happened almost everyday, and made the atmosphere so incredibly uncomfortable. It was painful to watch, even just hearing it put a strain on my already fragile heart. But, i'm used to this, they've been doing this for almost two years now. I kind of felt guilty, like it was my fault. I mean, why else would they stay togeather if they hate eachother so much, if not to taking care of me? They must feel guilty, so it's to the point they go through a whole grin and bear it routine. Well, it's that, or they did it for their job. I mean, if someone can't keep their marrage togeather, how could they hold such an important government job's? After driving for what felt like hours, we finally entered the cage of a forest, making our way to what I called ' The safe hold.' The New Hampshire Divisional Covert Facillity, or, if you prefer're lazy, the N.H.D.C.F. It was really out the way of any people, off the grid, deep within the thick dense forest to a far off clearing. I had wondered many a time how my parents even had landed this job, but I never asked. I never expected a reply. I had no clue what they actually did in their 'very important job's' but whatever it was, it was extremely top secret, or something like that. After a excrutiatingly long bumpy drive through the rather unstable road, I tried to surpress the strange chill coursing through my body, and the feeling my heart had taken a trip to my throat. Unease washed over me, and I had the strangest feeling something was wrong. Oh so very wrong. Pulling my red and black flannel shirt closer to my body, I focused on my breathing as we pulled up to the gate. It's ok, Bridget, everything is fine, I reassured myself, wondering what this sense of dread was. It's probably just the atmosphere in the car! Perking up, I watched the road ahead, pausing my music. I had been here before, but it wasn't too often I came with my family to the facillity. Usually I would be at school, or when they travelled overseas, i'd go with them (Which happened alot). They did tend to work most weekends, not that they complained, if anything, they both were rather passionate about their jobs. But on weekends, i'd stay home, so I couldn't understand why today was different. The only conclusion that my already strained mind could comprehend, was that it must be 'the day'. The day they finally talk to me, and tell me 'We are getting a divorce'. My thoughts only could line up to that, maybe it was because I constantly was preparing myself for the conversation. I mean we'd be in a professional enviroment, i'd have to be just that, professional. No way could I have a tantrum, or cry out here. But then and again, whenever I came here, they'd send me to another room to wait while they did work. And today was going to be a special day, since I wouldn't be alone. Some of our interational representatives would be visiting with some of their kids, so i'd have them for company. Oooh, they want to socialize me, and that way by being around others, I still can't cry! Very clever, I narrowed my eyes, swallowing a whimper as I felt tears pricking my eyes. My overthinking was getting the better of me. I didn't notice we had pulled up to the front security box as I buised myself with wiping away tears, hiding my look of dispair. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, just breath, I repeated the mantra, avoiding the obvious gaze of a curious old man sitting in his booth. "Afternoon, Henry" "Afternoon, Ma'am, Sir" Something about the crickity old man always set me off into a spiral of bad vibes. He made me rather uncomfortable, and he always stared so intently at me, like he was expecting something. As we pulled up to the car park, I could just feel the sentence coming as I slipped out of the car hastily. "You--" "Need to stay in the room, follow the rules, etc. etc, we've been through this, I got it" I muttered curtly, abnormally harsh. Despite my tone not being appreciated, Father nodded. "Let's go, team!" Mother cheered, almost skipping as we walked into the building. The overpowering smell of Cleanex  stung my nose as I scrunched up my face. As always, the N.H.D.C.F was impossibly ugly. Mismatched colors, and dieing plants. It was rather warm as well, and it blasted you in the face when you entered the building. It was never appreciated and the heat carried all sorts of smells that made you feel delirious. I hated it, I mean, how could anyone work in such an enviroment?! The Michaels trio were uniform, falling into the usual line. Mother in the lead, head high, chest puffed out as she walked with a cheery confidence. People tended to double take when they saw her in the facillity. She had soft youthful features, and a childish quallity to her. She was full of life and playful, yet set and determined, always fixated on the task ahead. She had persistance on her side, and could get anything acomplished if she tried. Father followed percisely 4 steps behind her, standing up straight, shoulders taught, gaze clouded with a dilligant seriousness and a whole universe worth of crunching numbers flowing from his mind. Almost everything the tall man did was maticulously planned out, he was set in his ways, and had a no nonsence attitude. And then there was me, meekly taking the rear of the line, lagging almost 12 stes behind, spine curved reflexively forward, nose glued to my phone as I tugged my headphones around my neck. I was a teenager, was what most would think, but it was actually a form of coping with the stress of meeting expectations. If I engaged or looked like I wanted to interact with others, I'd have to be all 'Adult-y'. I hated that, and the staff members of this place always asked the most awkward questions. Quickly pressing a tight hug to my mother and a mild bow to my father, we headed off our seperate ways. When I was finally alone, I let out a groan at the secenery around me. The halls stunk of a mixture of unsavoury air freshners, markers and cleaning products and the colors were so dull and bland. My sneakers squeaked relentlessly on the sticky marble floors. "I guess this is the place where all creativity comes to die" I murmered to myself, mildly amused. I always had some form of witty critisism about this place. It wouldn't be the same without a snarky remark about how utterly dead and ugly this place was. The dull grey and blues made me want to be sick, being the visually driven person I was. "If only they'd let me fix this place up" Breathing a sigh, I chuckled to myself, flicking through a few of my Pinterest boards, ideas flowing through my mind. It made me miss my room. Shutting off my phone, I stopped in front of a door. It muffled cries of anguish and mockery, despite being 'Sound-proof'. An familier and rather high pitched 'SHUT-UP!' could be heard, illicting a grimace and the tightening of my shoulders as I prepared for a head-ache. Flinching at the impact of cold steel in my palm, I pulled the door open wide. Warmth and sunlight hit me in waves of jubilation, and my world exploded with color. Red velvet furniture, couches, purples, black and white walls, colored glass panes. Everything looked and felt so inviting, I was in awe. This place had look so distasteful and honestly kind of tacky the last time I had been here, they must have done some serious renevations since then. The first thing you saw when you walked in was a huge, clear window spanning from the floor to the roof that had to be at least 3 meters long and 4 meters tall. We were on the 5th floor, so you had a beautiful view of the forest-scape and a far away lake, all set up with a rosy sun shining in the background. A boy sunken in a giant purple beanbag sat by his lonesome infront of the window, facing away from me. Shifting from foot to foot nervously, I noticed he was reading a thick book on Quantum Mechanics and Physics. Despite soaking up the rays, he wore very formal, and layered clothing. Long black trench coat, high waisted triple button jeans, a tucked in white button up, and a setesdalsgenser lay seated beside him. His pale skin gave off the illusion that he was glowing in the sun. Shifting my gaze, I turned to an argumentative pair, the girl in which being the voice I heard before. Without a door muffling her, she made me want to cover my ears, her voice echoing across the room and into the depths of the hall. She was a petite girl, thin, with almost a doll-like regal quallity to her, though she was shorter by several inches. She had a childish quallity to her, and yet a mature look as she clenched her fists, poking her tongue at her counterpart, who leant against the kitchen counter, grinning lazily, "Am I bothering you, Mulan?~" I hesitated, edging forward, then backwards. What should I do? "Could you two please act more civilized, in case you hadn't noticed, there is someone at the door" The beanbag boy's voice was sharp, yet dancing with the notes of a usually gentle forgien tone. His please was laced with poision, and he acted as if his 'civilized' mannerisms were met by ailens. To him, he was talking to the unruly wildlife and the seemingly illiterate. Or at least that was I read in the glint in his eyes. "The door?" The girl repeated with a naïve innocence radiating as she tilted her head. "You know, that peice of wood with metal sticking out of it that you had to open to get in this very room" Beanbag-boy mutterred sarcastically. A chuckle on the couch allerted me to the figure lounging on the red velvet couch. "Easy now, she is just distracted by her 'best friend' " A gorgous tan figure lounging on the couch piped up, stiffling a yawn. He had a genuine smile written all over him and a relaxed, calm manner. In the sun, his eyes glowed, beconing me forward. Taking a few more hesitant steps, I edged closer into the room. Beanbag boy scoffed quietly, dark blue eyes flicking back to me briefly, yet he never turned around, muttering a string of incoherent sentences into his book. "..." Swallowing, I looked to the ground for comfort, feeling a tad unwellcome. "Sorry about him, he's a little intense " The boy on the couch ran his fingers sleepily through his hair, standing up good mannerdly. I didn't even have a chance to respond as I was tackled in a hug, "BRIDGETTTTTTT" Glaring, Beanbag boy had somehow gotten up without our realization, and kicked the door shut illicting a yelp out of me and my petite friend. He stalked back to his seat, muttering something along the lines of, 'Raised in a barn, I swear' "H-Heya Jai--" The smaller girl nuzzled into my shoulder affectionatly, giggling like a mad woman. Long, gorgous brown- black hair loosely tied back with thin red, blue and black silk ribbons rubbed against my skin, frizzing up from the casual display of affection. Bound in tight, yet beautiful traditional chinese clothing, her posture was rather tense and unaturally straight. "You know 'Her Highness'?" The Russian with whom she had previously been arguing with loomed over us, curiously bright. Mainly it was because of his large build, but I couldn't help but shrink down. It was hard to describe the feeling, but he at the same time, was and wasn't intimadating. "She's my bestfriend!" "Heyyyy, I thought I was your best friend" "In your dreams!" "You dream about me?~" "Shut up!" "Very persuasive argument" "I said shut up" "Wow, your vocabulary of insults is just  soo fascinating, isn't it, so extensive, so broad" Beanbag boy piped up sarcastically. He wanted to start something. Maybe it was his only source of entertainment. "Extens-wat? What does that even mean?!" Jai lee turned back to beanbag-boy, starting a mini argument over his words. I was admittedly surprised the stoic (and stuck up) boy indulged her nonsense. He must have been incredibly bored. "You must be the illustrious Dimitri Ivanov, i've heard so much about you" My words felt awkward, and I could only guess how anti-social I was coming across as. "That I am, I cannot however say I am aware of who you are, дорогой друг (dear friend)" He was tall, Russian accent thick, yet he had a rather soft voice. Set amongst pale skin was the most eye catching deep-set blue orbs, with the most unique shade of blue i'd ever seen in a persons eyes. They were dark and light at the same time, purple dancing inbetween a thin line of grey and a dash of green. It was strangely hypnotic. "I--" Cut off by a loud hiss, sounding scarily like a pair of feral cats, my head whipped around, eyes blown wide in surprise. Covering my ears, Dimitri leant against a counter, amused, "They should call her, 'Your Loudness' rather than highness" "Oh shut up" Jai lee rolled her eyes moodily, fists clenched. She stalked away from Beanbag boy, clearly through with whatever he had said to her. The said boy grimaced, gritting his teeth in an ill tempered manner. "I'm Bridget Michaels" I tried again, introducing myself nurvously. "Lovino Ricci" The Itallian on the couch smiled lightly. Lovino was nice. Well, he seemed nice. There was a certian genuinuity to him. Then and again, I couldn't judge a book by it's cover. Or could I? I mean, I was assuming the best in him, so this was the exception, wasn't it? "You already know i'm Jai lee, and this is Dimitri, aka the most annoying man in the world" Jai lee's words were basically rushed and incomprehensible due to the fact she was acting like child high on caffiene, bouncing about and babbling nonsence. Glancing over my shoulder, I gazed at the boy on the beanbag. "Oi, introduce yourself!" Jai lee snapped at him. "Stop being rude, jerk!" Could have sworn I saw a vein protruding from his temple, and he tried to ignore us by holding his book up higher. Jai lee won't let this go.... "I won't stop nagging you, what's your name, what's your name, what's your name--" "ANDERS BORJA" Anders slammed shut his book, looked over his shoulder and literally threw his book in her direction. I barely had time to react as Dimitri became a blur, snatching the book up before it hit the floor. "You know this book is important to you, what have we said about throwing your belongings when 'Her Highness' is being annoying?" Dimitri purred, sounding like an adult talking to a small child. Anders rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, moodily he slowely took his heavy book off the Russian. Sitting down at the table, Jai lee and Lovino joined me. *********************************************************************************************************************************** "What subject's do you like in school?" Lovino asked curiously, glancing up briefly from his drawing. "...Math(?)" I sounded more like a question rather than an answer, but I was subsenituatlly more relaxed than when I first arrived. Green eyes smiled at me, clearly pleased with my answer, yet I knew no matter what I would have said, he would have smiled. In the few hours I had known him, I could tell he was a kind soul who cared about those around him, no matter who you were. "Yessss!" Jai lee cheered, throwing her hands up in the air, knocking pencils to the tiled floor with a echoing clatter. Lovino rested an elbow idily on the table, delicatly shading his drawing while continueing the conversation, "I love math as well, i'm not very good at many other subjects admittedly" "Really?!" The moment it came out of my mouth, I immediatly slapped a hand to my mouth, "I'MSORRYTHATWASRUDEOFME--" Light, musical laughter sounded from his mouth, and in the corner of my eye I saw a sickly dark blue glare. "It's ok, I never really spent much time in school anyway, I was usually out at photoshoot's, so I tended to miss alot of school," Lovino shrugged. "I tried to fit some studdying in between, but the work never really clicked with me because I was mostly self taught, and I rarely had time for a  tutor... my parents never really pressured me to do better either, so learning was kind of hard for me... only math, Itallian and english stuck" I had learnt that Lovino had become a young model in his pre-teen years, and was rather well know in Italy for some of his work. Made sense based off his looks and style. "Math was fun for me, it always made sense, well, actually no, alot of questions were weird... like the sentences they'd be written in" Jai lee piped picking up the pencils from the floor. "You mean context that'd be given~" Dimitri singsonged. "Ah yes, math, the only time where people buy inconspicuous amounts of sh*t and NOONE thinks to ask why. One of the many mysteries in life" Anders rolled his eyes with biting sarcasm. He lay bored in the sun, book skewed on the floor ontop of his neatly folded jacket. Jai lee poked her tongue out at him, to which he responded with a lazy raised middle finger without opening his eyes. Another half hour passed and everyone was growing bored. Many topics had be issued and the conversation was beginning to drown out. General chatter and questions about eachother had been asked. It was interesting to find that everyone in the room knew at least one person in the room in some way. I knew Jai lee, Jai lee knew Dimitri, Dimitri knew Anders, and Anders knew Lovino. It felt a little coincodental, but then and again, with the line of work out parents were in, I shrugged the thought away. Dimitri had long since abadoned his strange looking phone, a very D.I.Y looking piece of technology that rested for an eternity in his had as he typed away with speedy thumbs, walking circles around the table whilst he chatted egarly with the recipiant. Lovino was drawing picture after picture, it seemed he had a real artistic tallent, and Jai lee... Well, Jai lee had taken to rolling around the floor since she was bored of raiding the pantry, and Anders had threatened to break her hand if she poked him again. She offered me to join her, to which I politely declined the princesses offer. Yes, she was my best friend, however 'rolling about the floor was best suited for the professionals', as Dimitri had stated. It was, however, nice to be in the same room with my best friend. It wasn't too often we got to meet in person, due to the whole 'living in different countries' thing. Scrunched up bundles of paper that littered the floor all ended up in Dimitri's hands eventually and would make a swift course to the back of Anders head. The Norwegian refused to aknowledge the constant cycle, but it was clear he was getting irritated if his growling meant anything. "You're really good at art" I complimented, to which I earned a stunning smile. "Thank you, I spend alot of my time drawing, so I appreciate the compliment" "Yeah, actually Lovino here designed my tattoo" Dimitri pulled down the corner of his shirts neckline, revealing a black bird mid-flight with a blue flower in it's beak. Underneath the tail feathers lay four stars. A blush covered my olive skin at the amount of flesh he was showing, shoulders tucking in to my body. Chuckling, Dimitri let the fabric run back up to it's original position. "I got it a few years ago, to commemorate my mother's... passing" My heart twinged, Jai lee looked away, and Lovino dipped his head in respect, whispering a small prayer. Gazing at the inside of his right forearm, I noticed another tattoo. "What's that one?" I asked, Jai lee rolling over to us from her spot on the floor, clutching his arm curiously to inspect the black markings up his arm. "血で血を洗う。(Washing blood with blood), a Japanese proverb" Dimitri translated. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jai lee asked confused, running a dainty finger along the markings. "I don't remember this one "I got it recently, it's to do with family, I would explain it, but it will just go over your head" Dimitri pat her head, ruffling her hair. "Family is the most important thing in the world to me" Jai lee, though irritated she was being undermined, sat back, mentally trying to work out what it meant. How can you wash blood with blood? You could practically see the confusion written all over her face. Humming, Dimitri swiftly made a paper plane, setting it's course for the back of Anders head. True to his aim, it hit it's mark. It was like setting off a bomb. Or, at least that's what I visualized with that short tempter of his. "That's it," He stood up, shoved his book in his bag and made his way for the door. "F*ck you, f*ck this place, f*ck--" He cut himself off to curse some more in his language, teeth grit, fists clenched. He seemed rather unsettled, like something was bothering him outside of the room. The whole time we were here, he kept glancing back at the door with a dark gaze. It wasn't irritation, but like he was expecting something bad to happen. The anticipation had him on edge, his nerves were getting to him. "W-wait, we aren't supposed to leave the r--" I shrunk back at his seething glare, letting out an involuntary squeak of distress. Shrinking down, I shifted closer to Lovino and Jai lee, swallowing nervously. "Oi! You don't talk to my best friend like that!" Jai lee's words were thrown over everyone's head as the pale boy scoffed, silencing any words from his mouth with a look Lovino sent his way. "Hm..." Dimitri leant against his knuckle, a thoughtful smile lighting up his features, along with an inquisitive, knowing likeness in his eyes. "Bridget has a point, Anders, we aren't supposed to leave the room, what if we get caught?" Lovino stood up, placing a hand lightly on his friends shoulder. The next words to come out of his mouth were much more quiet, and felt rather personal. "Look, don't get me wrong, I know what you think about them..." "After all we researched, I need physical proof, Lovi" Anders whispered back, eyes meeting Dimitri. The Russian blinked slow, giving nothing away except a flicker of agreement. "I wanna explore too!!!" Jai lee jumped about cheerfully. Turning to me, Lovino sighed, "It seems we are two to two...." Biting my inner cheek, I felt the soft plush flesh slide between my teeth. It was to calm my racing nerves. I didn't want to disappoint my father, but why did I have the feeling something more was going on? Something didn't feel right. Ever since we entered the forest, I could feel something was off. The atmosphere, my instincts screaming to run, and that weird pulsing feeling in my throat. All that topped off by Anders behavior unsettled me, I felt like something bigger was going on. Am I missing something? I wondered anxiously. Lovino and I communicated with our eyes, gazes turning from doubt, to concern to something that said, 'I need to tell you something...' "Umm, Bridget, there's something--" Turning away, we came to the realization that we were the only ones in the room. "Come on," Rubbing his temples, Lovino sighed, used to Anders stubborn nature. "Looks like it's up to us to keep them in check...."