#anyway. I think they were awful and annoying and they ruined my night out.

[horsemage]

I think we should bring back basic etiquette lessons such as shutting the fuck up when you’re watching a movie in a group that is not exclusively your friend group 🙂

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sorry

Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the World Cup

The celebrations were crazy.

The champagne, the shots, the drunken phone calls to your mother.

It all came to a close as you got back on a plane and flew home to London. You were riding the high all through the flight but you lost it all as soon as you stepped foot on English soil.

Your World Cup medal suddenly felt heavy in your bag as you slipped into the house. It was still quiet out, the moon still high in the sky.

Leah was a lump in the bed, still awake. You could tell even though it was stupid o'clock in the morning and she usually slept like a log.

You knew Leah like the back of your hand and you knew when she was feigning sleep.

You also knew not to push, flipping open your phone and sending a quick text to Codi assuring her that you made it home safely.

A similar one appeared from her a few minutes later and you got to work slipping into your pyjamas.

You hadn't said anything to Leah.

She didn't say anything to you.

You slipped into bed next to her. Usually, you would throw your arm over her waist and pull her closer but just like you knew not to talk, you knew not to touch as well.

Sleep came easier to you than it did to Leah. The late-night flight combined with Codi chattering in your ear the whole time had you exhausted and you fell into a slumber very quickly.

You didn't know what to expect when you padded downstairs the next day.

Leah's spot in the bed was empty and cold. You could hear the coffee machine whirring in the kitchen and stood to go meet your fate.

"Hi, amor," You said, lingering in the doorway.

"Hi." Leah didn't turn around to look at you, staring out the window into the garden.

Her hands trembled around her mug, raising it to her lips and sipping.

The tension was palpable. It was thick and heavy like wading through a bog.

It was silent for a beat and then-

The most awful noise ripped from Leah's mouth and you flinched. She turned to look at you, tears falling from her face as you looked at each other.

"Amor...I'm sor-"

"Don't apologise," Leah choked out," Just...don't apologise. You've nothing to apologise for. You won the World Cup, don't say sorry about that."

"Amor..." You reached for her, wary in case she rejected you but she didn't.

Her head rested on your shoulder as she sobbed and you gently rubbed her back, letting Leah curl up in your strong arms while she cried.

"Don't apologise," She said again," Don't you dare. It was the best moment of your life. Don't let me ruin it."

You apologised anyway. "I'm sorry it had to be against England."

Leah hadn't played in the tournament, not with her acl tear but she had been in the crowd for the final. She had watched as Spain outclassed England at every turn.

She watched the fluidity between you and your teammates, reminded just why Arsenal had headhunted you straight from Barcelona. You would have never realised that you had been playing away from your childhood club for years at this point.

It was annoying to watch. Leah was proud of her country, she loved being the captain but...

"You won the World Cup," She choked out," And I love you and I'm proud of you and happy but..."

"I know," You said," I know, Leah. I get it. It's okay, amor. Let it out. Let it all out."

You stood there with her for nearly fifteen minutes, rocking her back and forth in your kitchen as her coffee mug was left forgotten on the counter.

"I'm sorry," Leah said as she wiped away her tears, stepping back from you with a little awkward laugh," I had a plan last night. You were going to come home and I was going to reward you with awesome sex."

That surprised a laugh out of you.

"Somehow, I think that would have freaked me out more then you just ignoring me."

"Shut up," She said with an eye roll, recapturing her mug," We have great celebratory sex. We do it all the time!"

You laughed again. "I think you're lucky preseason doesn't start up again until next week. I've got a gold medal in my bag that I really want to see you in."

"Just the medal?"

You nodded. "Just the medal."

[totallynotashieldagent]

Kinktober 2024 - Mirror Sex

Pairing: Kento Nanami/Reader

You stood in the bathroom, taking off your makeup and doing your nighttime routine. The office party had been an absolute bore and Kento was in a mood because of it. 

His coworkers were annoying, and they always did the thing where they passed sly comments of oh, that’s the wife? because he worked so much. They were always shocked that a grumpy, stoic man like him had someone waiting at home for him. 

You heard him sigh again as he entered the bathroom. His jacket was gone, sleeves folded and his tie loose. His face looked tired without his glasses hiding his eyes. 

“Darling-” He whispered, his forehead leaning onto your shoulder as he hugged you from behind. You hummed, kissing his temple and continued taking off your makeup. “Was it as awful for you as it was for me?”

“No, Ken.” You mused, “It was fi-ah! What are y-” Your words tumbled one after the other when you felt his hand snake up under your dress. “Kento!” 

“I hated every second.” He murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “I hate bringing you to them.” 

“Y-You wanted- You begged me t- Stop-” You stuttered as his lips moved across your skin. 

“Should I really?” He looked up from your shoulder, still kissing as he met your gaze in the mirror. You swallowed and shook your head. “Good.” He hummed, continuing but trying his best to keep his eyes locked on with yours. “Tell me how much do you like this dress…” 

“It’s my fav-” Your words were cut off with him harshly tearing it off of you. “Kento!” 

“I’ll buy you another.” His eyes were dark and his tongue dragged across your neck. Eyes never leaving yours.

Your knuckles were white, holding onto the marble counter because you’d never seen him this riled up after an office party before.

“Hated the way they looked at you- Look at what’s mine-” He growled, his large hands grabbing and groping your plush body. 

You stood in a lacy bra and cotton underwear. Mismatched. Because the bra went with the dress and who was going to see this underwear anyway, right? Kento loved you in everything, nothing, anything. From messy PJs to party gowns. You were his and there was bile in the back of his throat every time he remembered what his disgusting coworkers had been whispering. 

If that’s what I went home to, I’d never show up to work. 

I wonder how satisfied she is to be that clingy. 

Look at that dress.

God, did you see how she walks?

If that was my wife, I’d make her wear nothing but heels. 

It was constant. All night. And Kento was done. You were his. The ring on your finger was proof. The way you stayed by him should’ve placated him. And usually, your honeyed assurances would be enough to keep his composure. But not tonight. 

Tonight he was simply a man in desperate need to claim his woman. 

“I want you to watch yourself,” He said softly, doing your bra. It slipped down to your wrists and stayed there until he made you let go of the counter and pulled it away. Along with the tattered remains of the dress. 

You felt a little flustered at the command but nodded nonetheless. 

He pushed down your underwear and gently made you step out of them. Steadying you infront of the mirror again, he pushed up behind you. He was still very much clothed. 

“You know what I was thinking all night?” He leaned down to your ear, his very obvious boner pressing into the small of your back. 

“W-What?” You swallowed, the heat pooling in your stomach as you watched him rub his hands all over your body. 

“When all those cocksuckers were drooling over my wife-” His voice had an edge of warning to it, “I was thinking off all the way I’d take you when we got home.” You visibly gasped, your hold tightening at the counter. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my love?” He smirked, pressing kisses from your neck to your shoulder. “You always love it when I ruin you, don’t you?” 

You nodded quickly, whispering a please, Ken- and one arm wrapped at your waist, playing with your nipples. Twisting and teasing them. You leaned back onto him with a soft moan, your eyes closing in pleasure and he warned you again. 

“Eyes on me, darling-” He said sternly and you looked with half-lidded eyes at him. He hadn’t even begun to do anything and you were already soaked with anticipation. His other hand was caressing patterns at your hip. 

Your breath was starting to shallow out. His hand started to trace away from your hips towards your cunt. You immediately parted your legs further for him. He mumbled a praise and his fingers ran through your slick folded gently. Teasing at your clit.

You didn’t even know it but as soon as your eyes fluttered close again, he stopped, making you snap your eyes open with a frown. 

Kento laughed against your neck. “I told you, darling. Keep. Your eyes. Open.” He punctuated each word with a swirl of his middle finger at your clit, making you grind down against his hand. “Good girl.” He rasped, his eyes dark and unwavering. “You’ll cum on my hand, won’t you? Or my cock? Maybe both?” 

“Don’t care as long as I cum,” You laugh breathlessly. 

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He huffed but was still amused. His fingers played with your clit and finally one finger dove into your sopping hole. You whined as he pushed in with absolute ease. He chuckled a little, pushing another finger in as well and you moaned a little.

“‘S better-” You mumbled, your hands moving back to tangle in his hair and holding his shoulder. Leaning back against him fully, trying your best to keep your eyes open. 

“Look at you…” He whispered. His middle and ring finger moving in and out of your cunt as the most torturous slow place. “That’s it. Riding my hand.” He kissed, licked and bit at your neck and shoulder. 

Even though he was moving so perfectly and curling his finger just right… But you were used to his thick cock and his fingers were simply not enough. 

“Ken- Please-” You whined, leaning forward, placing one knee on the counter. “No more teasing.” You almost glared at him, making him smirk. 

You shuddered a breath when you heard him undo his belt behind you. His trousers fell to the floor, his boxers pushed down until his thighs. 

“This what you want, pretty girl?” He rubbed his leaking cockhead at your cunt. You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. You inhaled sharply as he started to push into you. You closed your eyes for a second and he stopped. The cockhead just past your gummy walls. You groaned and opened your eyes again, forcing them to stay open, meeting his eyes. 

Kento's tongue dragged at the nape of your neck, pushing his cock further in. You breathed out softly. He could feel you throbbing around him. Once he bottomed out, his hands splayed across your body. One at your hip to make sure you stood steady on one leg and the other at your thigh that was propped up on the counter. 

“Look. At. You.” He pulled out and slammed back in with every word. You gasped and whined, your knuckles hurting with how hard you were holding the sink. You were surprised at how it hadn’t cracked under your grip yet. “So beautiful.” He growled and picked up the pace only slightly. 

You moaned his name like a prayer, soft, desperate and broken. You liked him like this. Desperate for you. Needing to have you whichever surface you were nearest to. 

You looked at him, his eyes were so dark, you could barely see the colour. His always-in-place hair was a mess and it was for you. 

He moved at a sickeningly deliberate pace and every deep thrust made your back arch for more. He knew what angle to go at to make sure your g-spot was kissed with every move. Your neck was blooming with patches of his bites and hickeys. They stung but in such a good way. 

He was still whispering in your ear. Telling you how beautiful you looked. How well you took him. This wasn’t Kento making love or even fucking. No, this was him laying his claim. His hand snaked down from your nipples and started to tease your clit again. You gasped and clenched immediately around his cock. 

This was the worst part of being married to him. He could undo you in seconds. He knew how. He’d learned your body too well. 

“I’m going to ruin you- then we’ll clean up and I’ll ruin you in our bed again.” He whispered between open-mouth kisses on your neck. You moaned for him, nodding, at least you think you nodded. You weren’t sure. The pleasure was overtaking you. 

You were so on the verge. The sink was digging into your stomach, your hands were pressed against the mirror, and you were only seeing yourself. How your tits bounced, how wrecked you looked, how Kento was holding your thigh up on the counter, how his other hand was swirling at your clit and oh- oh- 

You whined, cumming with his name and curses spewing out of your mouth. Obscene like a sailor and you squeezed so hard, Kento couldn’t help but join your pleasure. His hand didn’t let up, forcing your orgasm to prolong as much as possible. You felt his cum drench your gummy walls, dripping down your thigh. 

He was still making deep thrusts and the sounds were becoming even more vulgar. The slapping of skin mixed with the wet sounds of his cum. 

You gasped for air and he slowed to a stop but didn’t pull out. You leaned back, falling against him, exhaling a laugh that was somewhat a moan. 

“I need to keep you like this.” He said sweetly, kissing your temple, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Perfectly fucked.” 

Kinktober 2024.

[cherryandsugar]

Hello! I’d like to request a post-game or post-Cazador fic where the reader/Tav takes Astarion on his first real date (or first in 200 yrs anyways). It would be so cute to see Astarion all surprised/excited/flustered to experience something so ‘normal’. Thank you! :)

did it take me 8 months to answer your request? yes. am i sorry? absolutely. will it happen to someone else again? most definitely. either way, i hope you enjoy, this was very fun to write!

Title: You And Him and the Ocean

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x Reader

WC: 1,133

Warnings: none! all fluff!

Summary: You plan a surprise for Astarion

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“Keep them closed!” you commanded giddily as you led a bewildered Astarion through the lower city streets, “It’s a surprise!!”

“So you keep reminding me, darling,” Astarion sighed behind you, exasperated by your secretive behavior. His grip on your hand tightened as he felt another slight tug, your excitement palpable. “But you have yet to tell me what this ‘surprise’ of yours is for.”

“Of course, silly, that would ruin it,” you reasoned.

“Well we can’t have that,” Astarion huffed. Despite his seemingly annoyed tone, he kept his eyes dutifully shut at your request, trusting you to guide him to your destination, wherever that may be. Although he may not understand your secrecy, he’ll be damned if he’s the reason your excitement wavers. 

A cool breeze washes over the both of you, ruffling his hair. He has to fight the urge to run his hands through it, to make sure he was still presentable, of course. Faintly, he can hear the distant lapping of waves upon a shore, and he wonders just how far you’ve dragged him from home.

Since the fall of the Nether Brain the two of you had been living in a lovely little flat near the Society of Brilliance in the Lower City. He had insisted you find something more suitable in the Upper City, but you had laughed and said “Sure, my love, as soon as they clear the rubble and rebuild it from the ground up.” He supposed you had a point there. Besides, the Lower City wasn’t awful. The people there were much more familiar with your exploits, having spent most of your journey there, helping people where you could before ultimately saving the entire city. The people were also much more accepting of his vampirism, which was quite difficult to keep secret with the absence of a certain tadpole and the publicity of your groups’ good deeds. People knew him here, or knew of him at least. They accepted him. And you were happy here, having grown up and lived in the Lower City before all of that illithid nonsense.

And he was grateful for your apparent familiarity with these streets as you led him around another corner, never faltering in your guidance. The sounds of (what he assumed to be) the ocean grew louder, and the breeze ever so slightly stronger. The night air is chilly of course, but nothing he’s not used to, not after his lamentable return to the shadows. 

You slow in front of him, stopping for a moment before you speak, “Okay, now be careful, we’re about to go down a few stairs,” you warn.

He’s about to make another quip about your foolishness before he feels you start walking again, slower this time as you descend. He’s slower still, taking his time to find each step before trusting himself to shift his weight.

“Almost there,” you reassure him, “Last one!” and his shoes sink slightly into sand. Right, so definitely the beach, then, he thinks.

“Honestly dearest, whatever it is you can just tell me,” he jests, “There’s no need for all the drama.”

“Hush you,” you respond, “Come along, just a few more steps.” You guide him along the sand until his feet step onto something more solid. “Okay, okay, and… open!” you exclaim.

Finally, he opens his eyes. He was right, standing on the beginning of a short dock he sees the ocean stretch out before him, as if the salt in the air hadn’t already given that away. The clear night sky allows the moonlight to reflect off the shimmering waves. But what’s less obvious to him is what lies directly ahead. Lining the dock are lit candles of every color, leading to a lovely little overwater-gazebo. You, never having dropped his hand, begin to lead him towards it, walking slightly in front of him on the way. He followed soundlessly, taking everything in as you ducked under the roof of the gazebo.

Sitting before him, was a cozy looking blanket, set with two glasses, a bottle of wine and a lovely vase of roses. All around you, lanterns hung from the rafters, illuminating the space in a warm glow. The light seemed to swim in your eyes. You took a seat on the quilt and looked up at him expectantly.

Hesitantly, as if his bones were made of lead, he lowered himself down, still looking to you for assurance, “What is this?” he all but whispered. 

You tilted your head slightly to the side and blinked at his question, Gods you were adorable. “What do you mean?” you half-laughed, “It’s a date! Do you like it?”

If he had to breathe, he’s sure the breath would have been cleared from his chest. All this, for him? The lights, the wine, the romantic setting? Surely it was too good to be true, you were too good to be true. He looked around, almost as if lost, and he noticed a furrow form between your brows, whether from concern or confusion he couldn’t tell.

“You did all this for me?” he breathed, slowly lowering himself to join you on the blanket.

“Of course I did. It’s just wine and a blanket, Astarion. You act like I’ve built you a palace, are you okay?” you finished on a concerned note, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

“Yes, I’m quite alright, it’s just… no one’s ever done something like this for me,” he explained, still looking out over the water.

“Oh,” you hesitated for a moment, “then I guess I’ll need to do things like this for you more often,” you finished with a cheeky smile, taking his hand back into your own and giving it a gentle squeeze.

He squeezed back, turning to lock eyes with you, “Gods, I love you. Have I told you that recently?”

“Hmmm, let me think, only every single day. But, you could tell me once more if you really feel like it,” you joked.

“I love you,” he stated. No frills, no embellishments, just love. Just you and him and the ocean. 

“I love you too,” you replied, closing your eyes and leaning forward for a kiss, which he eagerly supplied. Your lips were soft and light against his own. A slow, lazy thing between two people who had all the time in the world, and no one they’d rather spend it with. You gradually separated, and opened your eyes to meet his. The lantern light sparkled in your eyes. He'd never felt so loved, so valued.

You broke eye contact first, taking the bottle of wine you'd prepared and pouring two glasses.

"Shall we?" you asked, raising your glass.

"We shall," he agreed, lifting his own to clink against yours.

"To the first of many," you toasted.

The first of many indeed.

[allwormdiet]

Gestation 1.3

I'm gonna be so annoyed if Automattic kills Tumblr before I finish reading this series, but anyway

Again, Taylor, I adore you and I've barely even gotten to know you, but this costume is so fucking scary and if that wasn't on purpose I'm not sure how you missed that.

Incidentally, was thinking about this haste during my shift yesterday. The events of 1.1 are massively critical to the entire rest of the story's events in a way I hadn't initially registered, even when they were laid out in 1.2: the incident with the juice wasn't just another awful moment in Taylor's life, and it wasn't even meant as a simple establishment of the bullies' characters. The destruction of Taylor's notebook is what puts her out here on the streets tonight, and of course her first night out is a momentous one.

WOW just going right into it huh. Crack whores and gangsters. Taylor you live next to these people and, if I understand correctly, you live in a single-income household and your father works for the Dock Worker's Union, in a city where there's no dock work. You wanna show a little more sympathy for the have-nots next door.

...Is there still a crack problem in Earth Bet? Like crack cocaine pretty decidedly fell off in its presence and profitability in our own world, for a lot of reasons. It could be a matter of timeline differences, but this one irks for some reason.

Whatever, moving on.

There is a certain kind of delicious symbolism in the Protectorate being so removed from the city it's charged to protect that it is literally an artificial island on the water, bristling with force fields and missiles that have never even been used. Taylor finds the defenses comforting, but will they protect Brockton Bay?

And again I'm a little surprised at the lack of sympathy for the people who lost work with the Docks losing their lifeblood; the rich get richer and the poor are there to be goons for the costumed lunatics trying to make money off those rich dickheads. No care for whether the goons are doing it because they want to or because they're trying to make the best of a bad situation.

For now I'm gonna just chalk this up to Taylor thinking like a cop, but I suspect with the different POVs in the Interludes it's gonna turn out no, Wildbow's thinking like a cop.

Kinda more of the same as above. Interesting that the Docks are short on power, but in a really bleak kinda way; the first two chapters weren't shy about describing the lingering cold in the Bay, that can't be comfortable in there.

I know everyone who's already read Worm is well past this point, and I know enough to not be surprised, but this first introduction to the ABB is not heartening. Like I know a bunch of them are here as a diaspora, like Japan just straight up doesn't exist anymore, and I can't imagine that Brockton Bay treats its immigrant population super well, given the fucking Nazis running around so sticking together is somewhat reasonable, but like. Pan-Asian ethnic gang (which is a fucking oxymoron in itself) that hangs out in a mostly-abandoned neighborhood with no profit opportunities? What, are they bullying the drunks for spare change?

Also it's such a petty gripe but what the fuck with the red/green gang colors, it makes me think of Christmas and it ruins the seriousness of the moment.

Yeah hey I know this guy

Wild to know Lung just goes around shirtless, doesn't even put on a jacket or anything.

Again that lumping Asian cultures together by calling the dragon tattoos from "Eastern" mythology, I know Taylor probably doesn't know which ones they're from but she doesn't have to specify. Just, ugh. I need to move past all the gang based narration before it spoils things.

Current Thoughts

Yeah so that thing up at the top where I mused that the destruction of Taylor's notebook being a fundamental stepping stone in the novel's timeline was partly informed by osmosis, because I know this first night is important for a lot of reasons. Obviously got a bit longer to go before we see the rest of the night play out, and of course the repercussions form literally the entire rest of the novel, but that's for later.

Meantime, God, people have told me Wildbow was a frustrating writer when it came to like, the treatment of nonwhite people and poverty and the root causes of crime and all, but it really is a different beast to experience with my own eyes. What a fucker. I'm probably gonna get real sick of that down the line, but I've navigated around worse writer habits than this.

Probably gonna keep reading through the evening. Let's go save the Undersiders.

[rjthirsty]

Silvio and Nokto in "I really don't care, but you're an asshole."

Nokto leaned to whisper into the brunette’s ear he was sitting with - pressed up against - the two were practically laying on each other. His hand fell to her thigh. She giggled obnoxiously. Silvio downed his drink, finding no extra patience at the bottom of his glass, just emptiness. What did he care anyways? Foxface could chat up any woman he wanted. It didn’t matter to him whether the asshole fucked with the “flowers” Silvio had had.

Those cherry colored eyes set on Silvio from across the room, and Nokto smirked before whispering something else. Now the woman was looking at him, too. Silvio clicked his tongue and turned away. Not his business, not his problem. Perhaps another drink and some company of his own would make the night worth his time. As his eyes moved over the other guests in attendance, a familiar head of silver caught his attention, accompanied by a brunette, the two of them heading out the door.

Silvio set his glass on a tray going by, following the two out into the hallway. The corridor was long enough that it was easy to spot them fifty feet away. Foxface grinning as he glanced over his shoulder back at Silvio before they ducked into a room. He was being teased. He understood that. But the nerve of that fucker… Silvio stomped towards the door and as he was wont to do, slammed his boot against it, kicking it open.

The woman looked surprised, but Nokto did not.

“Can I help you?” Nokto smirked.

“Get out.” Silvio snarled at the brunette who promptly skittered out of the room like a scared animal.

“Aw, now why would you go and do that? Ruining my fun for the night. Are you a tad jealous?” Nokto’s playful teasing always annoyed Silvio.

“Shuddup. I don’t give a damn ‘bout your fun. And I ain’t jealous!”

“Looks to me like someone is mad I didn’t invite him instead.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Silvio clicked his tongue and turned towards the door.

Before he could take a step, Nokto’s arms were around his slutty waist, thumbs tucked into Silvio’s thick belt. “It’s okay to say you had fun the other night.” Nokto purred.

Silvio’s heart hammered, his cheeks heating up - he must have had too much to drink. A lie he was telling himself, refusing to admit that Nokto’s charms worked just as well on him as they did on his female company.

“If ya’ think that was fun, you’re foolin’ yerself. I just didn’t want that lady havin’ a bad time on account of you.” Silvio glanced over his shoulder with a narrowed eye. It pissed him off having Nokto’s ruby eyes looking back at him like that, full of amusement.

“You could just be honest with yourself for once. No need to put on a show about how stubbornly unhappy you are.” Nokto’s pale hand unhooked from Silvio’s belt, reaching for the door and pushing it closed. “I honestly don’t care if you’re the most miserable man in the world outside of this room.”

“Asshole.” Silvio grumbled.

“That makes two of us.” Nokto chuckled, his hand returning to Silvio, wandering below his belt…

[devildom-moss]

Happy 1 year anniversary to your blog! ❤️

Can I request gn! reader on their first date with Meph in nightbringer

hope you have a great day/night ^^

Thank you for the request. I had so much fun with it that I might have taken longer on it and made it a little longer than I should have. Oh well!

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

Prompt 9 - First date

How did this even happen? Mephisto wondered as he opened his car door for you, taking the opportunity to inconspicuously ogle at you as you got in.

You had taken the initiative and invited him out for a drink. His flustered, wide-eyed face confused you as the words tumbled from his mouth: “A-are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah, that was my intention,” you shrugged.

“Why, I never –! A human of all the –!” Mephisto mumbled to himself.

“What? I think you’re cute.” You furrowed your brows. “Have you never been asked on a date before?”

“I’ve been asked out before; I just never accepted. I’ve never had any interest before.”

“Before? So, you have interest now?”

“I didn’t say that, you impudent human!” Mephisto crossed his arms defensively, heat rising in his cheeks.

“Well, I suppose you might not be an ideal date anyway – due to the lack of experience and what not,” you teased.

“How dare you! I’m a gentleman. I would make an astounding escort –”

“Who said anything about an escort?”

“Escort on a date! Not a – forget it.” Mephisto mumbled. “I’ll pick you up at Cocytus Hall at 7pm tomorrow night. Wear something nice but comfortable!”

With that, he stormed off – just in time to hide the smile that cracked through his indignant façade.

He brought you to a nice restaurant – not quite as upscale as Ristorante Six, but you knew he had called ahead and leveraged his name (perhaps even slipped some money towards the establishment) to get this reservation. Now that you were sitting across from him, with his handsome face and his dignified suit that somehow outshined his god-awful taste in neckwear, you were starting to feel nervous. He picked up on that.

“Relax. You’re the one who asked me out, after all,” Mephisto sounded annoyed, but he stared at you with a reassuring smile. “You look lovely tonight. Just act like your usual, barely-tolerable self, and you’ll be fine. I’m here with you. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you for agreeing to go out with me.” You smiled and let out a sigh of relief. Mephisto cleared his throat to distract from the sudden warmth that flooded his face.

Not too surprisingly, Mephisto was an excellent conversationalist. You were delighted when you actually managed to make him laugh so much that he looked surprised as he tried to quiet his laughter – as if he hadn’t expected you to be so funny, or maybe he hadn’t expected to enjoy your company so much.

After dinner, you expected him to promptly take you home, but instead, he offered you his arm and took you for a walk down the street. You didn’t mind, but you asked him nonetheless, “Where are we going?”

“That’s a surprise. You wouldn’t want to ruin a surprise, now, would you?”

A short but rather relaxing stroll later, Mephisto stopped at a small, almost shady-looking shop. After a wonderful dinner, you decided you owed Mephisto the benefit of the doubt and walked into the shop when he held the door open for you. The shop was filled with (shockingly clean and organized) shelves, each one stacked with intriguing knick-knacks and magical items. You could feel the magic just by walking through the doorway.

Somehow, in response to almost anything that piqued your interest, Mephisto had some kind of insight or background knowledge. And you thought Satan and Solomon were the nerds.

“You’re so knowledgeable,” you admired him. “But what made you think to bring me here?”

“You’re studying under Solomon, aren’t you? I figured the wise sorcerer’s apprentice might appreciate something like this. And I’m not that knowledgeable; I did a write up on this place a few weeks ago. I’m a little disappointed you didn’t have the chance to read it.”

You stifled a laugh at his slight pout. “Still, it looks like you retained a lot of that information. That’s pretty cool.”

Mephisto smiled at your praise. “If something in particular catches your eye, let me know before we leave. I’ll get it for you – and no, it’s not any trouble. I’m happy to provide you with a memento of our date. Consider it a reward for being surprisingly good company.”

“You didn’t have to say ‘surprisingly.’”

Mephisto looked around quickly before leaning in and stealing a quick kiss in the middle of the shop. “Consider that one a reward for the adorably stupid faces you make when you’re annoyed at me.”

“You’re awful,” you lied.

“I know.” Mephisto smirked and stole another kiss from you. This time, he lingered on your lips. “Thank you for asking me out.”

A/N: requests are still open for the rest of today if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here) I probably won't get to all of the SFW requests, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

[loverofcats14]

My Lucky Charm

So uh basically you're being a little shit to Lucifer. Part 2 maybe?

"You don't think Lucifer will find us out right Mammon!" You yelled in a hushed tone. Mammon grabbed your arm as he pulled you in the casino doors. "Will ya stop worrying! It'll be fine. The others are covering us anyways."

It was after 9 P.M. at the high end casino. After technically not failing a test Mammon decided for a celebratory gambling night. And it was past your curfew so you were rather worried Lucifer would be pissed at you. He hasn't been in the best mood, but he's out anyways right?

You made a monotone face as Mammon walked away. "How exactly?" You sighed walking towards him. His head iddmeditaly shot up as he awkwardly laughed. "Well uh, we're winning it anyways!"

You grumbled as you walked up to Mammon. "Jeez, what game we doing then?" You asked as he looked around in awe. The gold ceiling with red walls,as bright colored games were everywhere. Then he saw a familar table. "Black Jack of course!" He hollared pulling you over to the table. Multiple amounts of Grimm was being given to the Dealer as he chuckled. "Come on, let's beat this guy and shop!" He said. You groaned as he was starting to talk to the dealer. His eyes were blue with greed as his glasses were slowly falling down.

He made you wear a rather REAVLING dress to help win a few wins. It was a blue silk dress with a push up bra holding your breasts up. While it tugged your hips/dips.

The Dealer smiled with glee as he his next contender. "What will you like to bet?" He asked gesturing to the pucks. "Gimme 300 Grimm!" He laughed as you shot him a look. "Mammon!!" You huffed. "Chill out, I'll win for sure." You rolled your eyes as you tugged at your dress.

All of a sudden you felt more uneasy as you heard footsteps and that familar cherry colonge. You turned your head back slowly seeing Lucifer. His black locks framed his face as he made a deathly smile. His hands crossed as he tapped himself using his pointer finger.

"Mammon you better win." A sudden deep voice sprouted. "GAH LUCIFER!" Mammon shreiked as he turned around. Lucifer's ruby eyes starring Mammon down.

You were dead. Lucifer was definitely pissed as he glared at Mammon. "What exactly are you doing here Mammon?" He asked calmly. Not to ruin his image and pride. "WELL I WAS GONNA GO HOME AND YOU'RE GONNA TAKE MY WIN!" Mammon rambled running out the doors.

You were annoyed that Mammon threw you under the bus. Lucifer smirked as he stepped closer to you. "As punishment you will keep playing and whatever you lose, will be owed to me." He whispered in your ear.

To be fair, you couldn't back talk him. Your grades are down and your room is a mess. With this it's just a slap on a hand then chaining you on the chandelier. "But Lucifer,Mammon is to blame I didn't do jack shit!" You tried defending yourself as Lucifer glared at you. "Unless you want me to make you scrub the house with a toothbrush, do it." Lucifer nodded to The Dealer. You turned around to see 2 cards with one of The Dealers card a 10.

You realized you were held a great hand. A Ace and a 9. "Seems you will be needing a punishment for that dress aswell." He whispered in your ear hand grabbing your torso. You felt his lap as he hunched over you feeling warm. "Wha-! Oh Stay!!" You jumped as The Dealer snickered. His hand turned a Ace as he smiled. "Sorry Miss, want another round?"

You gasped as Lucifer laughed in your neck. Your eyes turned to him as he snickered. "300 Grimm in debt with another debt in waiting. Oh how will you pay you little one?" He said as his hand carresed your thighs. "Should've listened to daddy. Now your ass will be up cleaning floors." He whispered as his hands gropped your ass. You didn't want to be in another embarrassing position again-

"Another round! 600 grimm!" You huffed as Lucifer's unapproved tch came. He let go of your torso as he watched. The Dealer smiled as he took out two cards. As he slid them to you. One of them was a 9 and the other was 8. As you looked over to him you realized he wasn't looking at you. As his smile quivered you noticed one of his cards was two.

"If you can repay your debt I'll be more lineant this time little one." Lucifer laughed as you looked at him with confusion. You wondered if this was a power move? Maybe this a test seeing if you can do it without his help. And he was testing if you were going to submit to him? Either way you're going to win.

You were going to pull your ultimate move against anyone in the Devildom. You shifted your arms to the edge of the table and putting the arms tightly behind your breasts. The Dealer was coughing as Lucifer was livid. "What are you doing?" He said through his teeth his smile dissolving. You looked behind ever so innocently, tilting your head forward. "What do you mean Luci? Im playing Black Jack, just like what you wanted." As you turned around The Dealer was fidgeting trying not to stare. "Hit me Mr. Dealer if you want me too~" you said winking at him.

Lucifer didn't want to cause a scene considering he was here technically with Diavolo- And happened to see you both here. And yet here you are going against him. He wanted to see you beg for him to pay off your debt in another way. (And grab dinner afterwards.) You're flirting with a low rank demon just to annoy him.

You were handed another card. It was a 4. You were wondering if you should stay or hopefully go again. The Dealer was smiling as you wrote your number down on one of the cards. "Stay Mr. Dealer~" you giggled as Lucifer came next to you glaring at The Dealer. He showed his card to be a 5. "Luci, seems your my lucky charm." You laughed as he raked his hands through his hair. "And thank you miss. Would you like another round?" The Dealer laughed as he threw your number in his pocket.

"I'll be going. Seems my lucky charm wants to leave anyways." You laughed holding the pucks of 900 Grimm. To Lucifer's suprise you grabbed his arm whisking him away. "You have some nerve to act like that." Lucifer said as you smuggly smiled at him. "I wanted to prove the Avatar of Pride that I don't have to call him to get out of every situation." As you cashed your pucks Lucifer seems to have reddened just a bit. Walking towards the exit you turn to him. You stood on your tippy toes whispering to him. "Thanks for being here my lucky charm." You whispered sultry as you but the Grimm in his pants pocket.

"Someone's impatient as always." Lucifer said as you faced him. "Just saying Luci." Lucifer was wondering to be offended or to indulge in you right now. The breasts are not helping whatsover. "What's my reward?" You smiled as he cane to his conclusion.

[sarehime]

No to A Third Wheel - Part 1

"I want to try the 'bear form' tomorrow night. It's going to be a lot of fun!" said Astarion cheerfully as he sat on Karlach's lap. 

This was the last straw. Karlach took Astarion off her lap, stood up and turned her back to Astarion.

Karlach could no longer stand what Astarion was telling her about Halsin. With this annoying feeling inside her,

"You've been talking about Halsin since I arrived!" she said angrily. Astarion looked at her in surprise, then he burst out laughing.

"Do I detect jealousy radiating from you? Come on Karlach, you know you're my favourite," Astarion said sarcastically. Karlach took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. Astarion began to examine his fingernails, not realising that the inside of the tent had warmed another degree. Since he was struggling with his own jealousy. Finally he asked the main reason for his jealousy, trying to sound nonchalant.

"How was your date with Wyll?" 

If Astarion had to be honest, Wyll was never in his plans. When Halsin had offered him an open relationship, he had never had any intention of excluding Karlach. But when he had told Karlach about Halsin's offer, Karlach had not been interested, telling Astarion that he could see Halsin without her if he wanted to. Astarion had accepted the offer anyway, thinking that he would somehow persuade Karlach, but Wyll had been much quicker than he had been and had ruined all his plans. Bloody fucking bastard prince, he thought angrily.

"We… just decided that our relationship wouldn’t be working," Karlach said, turning to him. Astarion frowned, but you could tell he was happy. Trying to hide his happiness,

"Why?" he asked. "It's only your first date, in fact I'm not too surprised that Wyll screwed up on the first date hahaha!" Astarion laughed and Karlach looked at him with hurt eyes.

"Not a second went by that I didn't think of you. And everything was very, very wrong," Karlach said in an extremely fragile voice. Astarion's eyes widened in surprise. "Don't you... Don't you ever think about me when you're with Halsin?" Karlach asked in fear. 

Astarion couldn't help but laugh, certainly it’s not a mocking laugh. He just couldn't believe what Karlach had said. But it was a laugh that could be misunderstood. Karlach's stomach tightened with worry and an anger rose inside her that she could not stop.

"Astarion you..." Karlach was about to say something in anger but she was suddenly interrupted herself. She glanced at Astarion, puzzled, then averted her eyes from him. She realised at that moment what she had done. 

Karlach could not give Astarion any future. Even now she could have died. Why was she jealous of him? It was rubbish. She had promised herself that she would not restrict Astarion in any way, but now she was going against that promise. She clenched her hand into a fist over her heart. She hated sharing, she didn't want to share Astarion, but she couldn't restrict him. She didn't know what to do, but if there was one thing she knew, it was that such a relationship was not for her.

"No!" Astarion suddenly shouted as she felt his arms around her neck. "No, no, no, no! Darling, what are you thinking?" Astarion put his hand on Karlach's cheek and turned her face towards him. Karlach continued to look away from him, trying to pull his arms away. Astarion tightened his arms even more and began to place kisses on her cheek. 

"Astarion let go," Karlach said.

"Okay, okay my love I won't talk about Halsin again, I won't even see him again. Karlach please darling hold me. I feel awful, please, look at me," he said pleadingly. Karlach shook her head, barely stopping the tears in her eyes. 

"I'm sorry but Astarion I need to think about our relationship, this kind of relationship is not for me, please let me go," said Karlach. She had to go to her own tent and think. Astarion shook his head and resting his forehead against Karlach's cheek, 

"I apologise," he said. "I didn't realise how hurt you were, Karlach please, nothing serious happened with Halsin, I thought about you every moment I was with him, it was partly for you. I wanted you to enjoy all the pleasures in life, I was thinking that maybe later I could persuade you to join us, so I accepted Halsin's offer. Yes, it was a bit of a stupid plan, I realised that when you told me about Wyll, but I already had a relationship with Halsin, so I couldn't object. Karlach please, it was all for you!" 

"But Halsin..." 

"He'll get over it, also I don’t care,” Astarion said, interrupting Karlach. 

"Astarion please..." whispered Karlach. 

"Karlach I will always choose you, no matter who or what the alternative is, I will always choose you. Please, darling, do you think I'd go through with something where I might lose you in the end? Please, please don't look at me like that again. It's like you've given up everything, like you've given up on me... Look at me please darling!" Karlach took a deep breath. She still wouldn't look at Astarion. Finally, she pushed Astarion away from her with a slightly hard push. Unable to look into Astarion's hurt eyes,

"Just give me some time to think," she said. 

"Karlach..." Astarion took a step towards her, but Karlach held up her hand to stop him. 

"Please," she said and walked out of the tent without saying anything more.

Astarion started to go after her, panic rising in him, but he barely stopped himself. He was terrified at the prospect that if he went after her, things would only get worse. He began to take deep breaths, even though he didn't need to. When he realised that his legs were shaking, he threw himself back on the bedroll and sat up. He put his face in his hands and thought about what to do. 

He had ruined everything again. With tears welling up in his eyes, he pulled his legs to him and rested his head on his knees. 

It was over. Karlach would finally make a rational decision. And being with Astarion was never a rational decision, never would be...

to be continued…

*** Sorry, Astarion my babe! Don’t worry she will forgive you but first I have to have fun myself lol

[oldiesstationlover11607]

I need to google more creative/cringeworthy ways to start out these messages. I need more references…

Anyways, hello! It’s 💛. Your favorite annoying yellow heart emoji. Part 2 to Break The Cycle was soooooooo good. I just love the different perspective it gives to the process of joining the Banditos, how it may take some more time for some. You have an amazing gift when it comes to writing. I hope that you don’t stop, even if you write just for yourself.

So, because of your other Blurryface story, I have been on a Blurryface kick recently (it is currently fighting with my lore kick for dominance). So, the moment you’ve been waiting for 🎶🥁*drum roll*🥁🎶, I was wondering if could write a oneshot where Tyler/Blurryface is in an established relationship with the reader, but the reader doesn’t know about Blurryface. One day, Tyler starts acting weird and stuff (because, you know, Blurryface) and it gets to a point where the relationship is almost ruined. What can I say? I’m a sucker for angst. Though, I think you can make fluffy at the end. I know that this may be a bit of a jumbled request, but hopefully you can at least sort of get what I’m trying to say.

This may be too closely related to your other fic and, if that is the case, than you by no means need to write it if you do not want to. It’s all up to you as always.❤️

Alter Ego - Tyler Joseph/Blurryface x reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Blurryface/Tyler being awful

Word Count: 1533

A/N: No really sure if this is good. I started writing it and then realised that the Blurryface I was writing was more of a watered down version. Normally I write him as cocky and arrogant but I think for a first time interaction it Blurry would be just a mean version of Tyler. If you don't like it I can write another version but hopefully you do!

It had been a long day, a really long day. Josh and Debby had Tyler and I over so the boys could work on music and Debby and I could catch up. When we woke up that morning, Tyler had gently shaken me awake, asking me to get dressed so we could get there on time. Tyler drove us to Josh’s house so we could all eat breakfast together and when we arrived they were both still in their pjs. The day went well for Debby and I. She showed me around their house, we played around in the boxing ring, and baked cookies. When we sat down for dinner, Tyler looked stiff, like he was inside his head–and while he was typically the type of person to be introspective, something was off.

“So, how’s the songwriting going?” I asked, trying to break the ice. 

Tyler didn’t say a word and instead stared down at his plate, prompting Josh to speak for him. 

“It’s going okay, I think we’re just struggling to fit things together.” I understood more than anyone what it was like to have a creative block. While Tyler had figured out that music was his thing, I was still in the midst of finding mine. I’d tried music, writing, visual art, film–all of it. 

“Well I’m sure you guys will figure it out eventually, you always do,” I beamed. Tyler looked sick to his stomach, his fists clenched and skin pale. I mouthed a quick ‘are you okay?’ at him only to receive a tilt of his head, as if he was analyzing something.

“What about you Y/N, anything new in your world?” Josh asked, snapping me back. I always appreciated his interest in my life, it always felt like he cared–even when things weren’t the best. 

“Uh, music-wise I’ve been getting back into the groove of things. Oh and the podcast is going well,” I answered. I hadn’t told Tyler that I’d been working on music again, sneaking down to our basement studio at night. Tyler looked up from the table, his brows furrowed.

“You’ve been working on music?” he questioned. 

I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek, “Yeah, not much though.”

“Great,” he rolled his eyes. I looked at Josh who seemed concerned, his eyes broadcasting a message he had chosen to keep in his head instead of saying out loud. Clearly it wasn’t just me who found Tyler’s attitude offputting. I looked down at my watch, checking the time. 8:30, way later than we’d planned on staying. 

“We should be heading home soon, I’m exhausted,” I smiled softly. Josh nodded, getting up to clear the table and clean dishes. 

“We’re gonna stay the night, they’ve got a spare room,” Tyler spoke, his voice croaky from singing. It came as a surprise to me that he’d already made a decision about our sleeping arrangements without talking to me, his girlfriend, the one he sleeps with every night. He was right though, they did have a spare room, but that didn’t mean I wanted to stay–I’d miss our own bed too much. However, I reluctantly agreed, too tired to continue fighting with someone who was already agitated–or at least it felt like he was. 

“Okay well I’m exhausted so I’m gonna go get changed,” I sighed. Debby kindly offered to show me to the room and let me borrow a pair of her pajamas.

“You know Y/N, you wouldn’t be so tired if you didn’t sneak into the studio at night,” Tyler spat. My jaw dropped. There was no way he’d just said that, let alone in front of our friends. The brushing sound Josh had been making while washing the dishes stopped suddenly. 

“Tyler, that's not fair,” he criticized. 

“Nothing is fair Josh,” Tyler rolled his eyes, “I’m just being realistic.” Josh dropped the dish he had been cleaning in the sink, a loud clanging noise sounding through the kitchen. He walked around the island and to the table where we were still sitting. 

“You need to watch it. If you want to leave and get him under control then go ahead, by all means. But don’t come into my house and treat the people I love like crap,” he threatened. I had no idea who the him Josh was referring to was but before I could ask questions, Debby grabbed my hand and led me into the guest room. She handed me pajamas, a twenty one pilots shirt and some red shorts. We could hear the loud hum of the boys shouting at each other as I got changed. 

“I just–I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” I sighed, tying my hair up as I finished getting dressed. Debby nodded, running a hand through her hair. 

“He’s probably just frustrated,” she suggested. 

I shook my head, “even when he’s frustrated he’s never spoken to me like that before.” Tyler often got frustrated and in his head when writing music, it was normal, but he had never snapped like that. After talking back and forth for an hour, Debby and I found ourselves sprawled across the bed sending tik toks back and forth–trust us to end up on our phones at the end of the day. I rested my head on a pillow, the navy blue case soft against my tired face. As my eyes started to get heavy there was a soft knock on the door, causing Debby and I to sit up simultaneously. 

“I’ll get it,” Debby announced, getting up and opening the door. Tyler stood there, his hair a mess and eyes bloodshot red. He looked terrible. 

“C-Can I talk to her?” I heard him mutter under his breath. Debby had a defensive look plastered on her face, her arms folded across her chest. I couldn’t tell if he was back for another round or if he was here to apologize. “Please?” She turned to look at me and I nodded tiredly. 

“You shouldn’t have to if you–” she started.

“It’s okay,” I called. She stepped aside and let Tyler into the room. 

“If you hurt her Tyler, I swear to god,” she threatened, pressing her finger into his chest. 

His head hung low as he nodded, “I know.” Debby was just like Josh, she would go to war and die for the people she loved–no wonder they were perfect for each other, not to mention she was the toughest person I knew. Tyler waited for her to leave the room. She looked back at me again, wanting to know that it was what I really wanted. I flashed her a tired smile, prompting her to leave us, closing the door behind her. Tyler moved to sit on the bed, reaching out to grab my hand, I pulled it away. 

“I–I’m so sorry Y/N,” he confessed. I looked down at his hands, he was gripping them tightly, trying desperately to fight their vigorous shaking. I’d never seen him shake that much, even when nervous for a show or sick. 

“Tyler,” I sighed, resting my hand onto his, slowing the shakes. 

“I have something to tell you.” He gently closed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve been together for a while and we’ve been through so much together. I just–I need to–I have to tell you.” He grabbed my hands, turning to properly face me. Now that I had the chance to properly look in his eyes I had noticed they were redder than normal. Not a hazel-like red but a rich, blood red. 

“Tell me what? I’m worried about you, your eyes look–” 

“Just let me finish. Please,” he interrupted and I nodded, letting him continue. “When I’m stressed or anxious or have any extreme negative emotions, there’s this guy who comes out. He’s like an alter ego except I don’t really have control over it. Blurryface, I call him.” He paused, taking a deep breath and stretching his neck as if it was hurting. “And he–he’s violent and mean, and it’s hard to snap out of it,” he whimpered, his breath shaky. “I–he got out tonight and whatever I said, I–I hurt you and it’s not okay. I’m sorry. I'm so sorry.” Tears welled in his eyes as he put his head in his hands. I felt terrible, awful even. 

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” I asked, slipping my hand under his shirt to rub the warm skin on his back. 

“I was scared. Josh knows but he promised he wouldn’t say anything,” he sighed. I nodded. Of course he wouldn’t tell me, I’d be terrified too if there was another version of me that came out when I was stressed or angry. “He said that I needed to tell you, that’s why I’m here.” 

“Well I’m glad you’ve told me, now I can help you,” I said, wrapping myself around him. He brought his hand to cup my cheek, his eyes meeting mine–they were back to his regular brown color. I leant my forehead against his, pressing my lips gently against his. 

“I’m so glad you’re still here,” he smiled tiredly. 

“I’d never leave you Tyler. Blurryface or not, I love you.” 

//

Thanks for reading!

[waywardangel-wilds]

I'm working on this scene for my WIP and idk if I like it??? is it any good??

The bedroom was imbued in darkness when I returned. My fingertips lingered on the doorway as I dawdled at the threshold, my gaze fixated upon the windows. The blackout setting was on, blocking out the cityscape among us. I knew there was a party beyond them. The city, alight with eager bodies, dancing and singing and drinking on possibly the last night of my life. The city, just on the other side of those walls, and us, within them without anywhere to go.

“Katniss?” he murmured into the dark. “Come to bed.”

I tore my gaze away from my own musings and stared into the darkness where I knew the bed awaited. I had no illusions about sleeping that night. It would have been impossible to find any semblance of peace, under the circumstances.

I took one step after the other, putting a knee up on the mattress once I found it, I crawled across the cool sheets until I found my bed mate. I came to rest close to him, my head finding its usual spot on his chest, right where I could listen to his heart at its loudest. It lulled me to calmness with its securitizing sounds of rushing blood, the music of life.

“Peeta?” I whispered into the stillness.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me a story?” I asked. “Something happy.”

“Something happy,” he echoed, and I closed my eyes at the rumble in my ear. “You know all my happy stories. You were there.”

“Tell me one anyway.”

“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Oh, I broke Bannock’s arm once.”

I frowned with confusion over the smile in his voice, “and this is a good thing?”

“It was funny.” He shifted to his side, bringing his face closer to me. “I think I was eight.”

“How’d you manage that?”

“We were... Well, he was being an asshole actually.” He laughed a little. “I don’t remember why but he was pissed. Probably some dumb reason, I used to tell people his secrets for fun. Just little brother stuff, you know? Anyway, he used to get annoyed with me a lot ‘cause I was ‘ruining everything,’ or whatever.”

“That doesn’t sound like you,” I objected.

“Oh, I’m a different person when it’s just my brothers and me.” He snickered.

“Anyway, he’d been chasing me around the house. I was small enough back then that I was hard to catch. Mom wasn’t home, or she would have beat the crap out of us for running inside.” He still sounded like he was smiling. “Anyway, he chased me out into the stairs. I was fighting him with all I had ‘cause I didn’t want to end up with another wedgie, but the stairs aren’t all that big, so when he tried to grab me, I jumped back and he tripped. He fell down the stairs and took me with him.” He was snickering. “Problem was that I was kinda pudgy back then, so when I landed on top of his arm, I broke it good.”

“That’s awful!”

“No, no, it made the coolest sound.” Peeta insisted, “I swear it crunched. It was awesome. Also, no wedgie. Oh, and I got to make fun of him for weeks after that.”

“That’s so gross. Poor Bannock!” I insisted.

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 20

Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge

Sentry grabbed his satchel and packed some art supplies before leaving his room to start his journey back to the lower city. Before he could reach the door, however, Gabraela grabbed him roughly by the arm, earning a reflexive lash across the face with Sentry's claws. The tall woman didn't flinch, merely gave him a look that was almost maternal, in an albeit frightening way.

“Bring. Fel. With You.” She insisted, the brief order insistently punctuated.

“Fine, I'll likely stop for more materials anyway and it's tough without help. Okay, Sceleritas, come along we've got places to be.” Sentry sighed.

“At once, young master.” The butler scurried after him and Sentry began to make his way through the ruins and up to the sewers.

“So, young master, as we are about to visit your Banite paramour, I have a few suggestions if I may....” Sceleritas spoke up as they neared the building.

“No, I am not going to eviscerate him just yet. That's if there's a wedding night.” Sentry replied immediately.

“Ah...Your father will not approve of a marriage outside of his faithful.” The butler warned, his tone.

“Really not sure why that matters when our ultimate goal is total and complete slaughter.” Sentry shot back in a mildly annoyed sing-song tone. “Now, how do I look?”

“As wicked as ever, my dear boy!” Sceleritas swept his hat from his head with a respectful bow.

“Good. Alright.” And with that, he began climbing the wall again, his butler right behind him. It occurred to Sentry that as Gortash's lover, he could very easily simply knock at the front door and wait to be announced, but where was the fun in that? He hoisted himself once more through the window and stood in thought for a moment, deciding whether to check the workshop or the bedroom now that he knew his way to both places.

“The workshop, I think. And if he isn't there, I will simply wait for him. Don't you think?” Sentry decided, looking to his butler for a response.

“And surprise him with a good old fashioned dagger in the back. Oh master, it will be truly inspired!” Sceleritas offered with a grin.

“Hmm..there's potential there, there really is. But I've never really been fond of daggers, that's more Orin's thing.” Sentry bit his lip in thought a moment before approaching the torch and opening the secret passage.

Finding the workshop uninhabited, Sentry began to look around. Diagrams, charts, all sorts of books on anatomy and the marriage of magic and machine inhabited the room. More of that odd metal too. He reached out, taking a piece in his hand. It thrummed with strange power and more than that, Sentry's paladin training allowed him to detect the aura of the hells about it. He set it down and moved over to one of the work benches.

“What could wield a weapon that large?” He thought out loud, fingers tracing a diagram for a truly massive sword with some sort of connection point at the hilt. His eyes glanced up and he looked around the workshop. “Hmm..he certainly could use more space than this for whatever it is...”

Sceleritas was looking around disdainfully. “Your craftsmanship is far better, my bloodthirsty boy. Look! Not a bone or sinew in sight and bereft entirely of blood!”

“It's a different medium, Sceleritas.” Sentry sighed, rolling his eyes. “Would anyone I slept with be good enough for you and father?”

“Of course not, you are one of a kind. Exceptional! Chosen! Created by your lord father himself. No one can ever equal you and thus, no one will ever be good enough.” The butler replied matter of factly as though it were the simplest thing in the world. “Although, for breeding purposes....”

Sentry's eyes flashed with anger and he grabbed the first sharp implement he could lay hands on from Enver's work table, jamming the tool through Sceleritas' eye and out the back of his head. “What did I say about 'breeding'!?” He snarled.

“Oh, excellent...form....master...” Sceleritas collapsed to the ground in a pool of blood that seemed to form too quickly before seeping into the floor and vanishing.

Sentry sighed and rubbed his temples. “Well, guess I'll be seeing him back at home...I did warn him.”

He looked down at the bloodied tool that had finally clattered to the floor in the absence of a skull to be buried in. He knelt down and picked it up, wiping it off on the hem of his cloak and placing the item back where he'd found it, sitting down and opening one of the books, a tome on a type of creature referred to as 'Warforged'. “Huh...interesting.”

“Well, you've made yourself comfortable.” Enver's voice startled Sentry for just a moment.

He turned to see him standing at the base of the stairs dressed in a simple linen shirt, the laces undone giving a tantalizing peek at the thick hair of his chest. His pants were simple, easy to move in work trousers like one would see at the docks. Sentry had to admit he liked him like this. There was something to be said for his Banite garb or his lordling ensemble of course, but the shop clothes were dirty, smelled of sweat, and looked easy to remove. The light color of the shirt would be so charming blossoming with blood from long gouging scratches at the sweat slicked skin underneath.

“Well, you weren't here, so...” Sentry began, rising to his feet and sauntering over to him.

“You could try the door next time, my servants know to expect you.” Gortash met him, standing nearly body to body, hands resting on Sentry's hips.

“Oh, but where's the fun in that?” Sentry teased, leaning in to nip at Gortash's lips. “What kind of assassin uses the door?”

“Ah, you're here as an assassin today, then?” Enver smirked, taking a step back. “Should I be concerned?”

“An assassin at your disposal.” Sentry replied with a grin, folding his arms across his chest. “Now that we're proper partners and all, feel free to point me at any target.”

Enver's smile widened and he looked Sentry over with approval. “I've already had a rival taken care of today. For now....why don't you relax? We can talk about the plan I've had in mind, perhaps come up with that cipher we discussed.”

“Yeah, that's fair.” Sentry shifted back and forth, trying to hide a look of disappointment. “After all, that's pretty important stuff. We can always plan a murder together another time.”

[idya-shroud]

(Heads up, this is 100% meant to be a gag letter! It will reference a bunch of stuff from Dramatical Murders series that died in like 2015-ish, as idia bears a striking resemblance to the lead. I COULD annoy this, but I ain’t no coward lol 😆just pretend you didn’t read this little note in parenthese )

Dear Aoba Seragaki,

I’m writing to you again for my weekly assignment from the ASGFGWSF(anime support group for guys with similar features) for the first time since you moved as a thing to help you settle in and to remind you to chance your address on all your mailing information!

Now that the business is out of the way, something feels different about you lately, but I can’t put my finger on it. Did you get glasses or something? Im happy that you finally ditched that awful coat, but that’s not it either! It’s really bugging me!

Anyways, from our prior exchanges I know I can ask you this without receiving judgement; how do you remove a robot from your butt!? I’ve already gone through 1 industrial size bucket of lube, but I can’t get a grip on it with the pliers! I figured you’d be the guy to ask, and I REALLY don’t want to go to the ER for this again. Last time was so awkward! You think they’d never seen a person in a committed relationship with their lawnmower before!!

I also think I might have your dog?? He’s constantly judging me and scolding me for my poor life choices in a deep voice, he also made the metal detector go off at the YMCA and I had to spend the night in holding at the county jail. He won’t leave no matter what I do and I’m running out of ideas. Please, he stares into me with those blank eyes and judges me! I can’t take it any more!! I make FAR too many morally questionable decisions on a regular basis to be expected to keep watching your dog for you man! PLEASE pick him up soon!!

With much anticipation,

Mitsuki(the guy from that crappy Naruto spinoff that ALSO has gold eyes and blue hair😆)

Yikes, just...yikes.

R.I.P. to that lawnmower, it's probs going to be lost in there forever.

I don't remember ever having a dog, let alone one that could speak, not since I was omega young anyways.

I remember building one and it ended up terrorizing our entire living room, chewed and ruined a lot of cables before it eventually exploded. Oof my parents were not happy with me that day, it also didn't help that I used janky, sketchy at best, programming to make it act exactly like a dog. Y'know, since we never really owned any irl pets, I wasn't really sure how it would behave. Lessons were learned that day LOL.

Anyways, good luck with your, er, mission ig and sorry about your loss. You might've sent this to the wrong guy I think. Kinda wish I never read most of this but uh, yeah...

[alexandersimpleton]

Dork

We all know that The Incident was the main thing that happened but little ray of sunshine Frederick was too optimistic to completely wilt, so watch as he slowly gives up hope throughout a day.

(intended as a sequel to Loser, my other fic, but can be read standalone(

I was lucky I woke up that morning. A maid came in the middle of the night and let me out of that chest. I used to think it was really cool, like pirate treasure, but like, books, but I can't even look at it anymore. But It's fine, because my books are the real treasure! Or well, looking at how much carnage there was when I got out of what used to be my book trove, they were. 

It only really sunk in as a woke up. They ripped up the dragon horde too. It was originally a one of those fancy shelf thing for cakes with a only my favorite books in it, covered with a paper mache pile of gold a magical artifacts, and on top of the paper mache was a dragon, holding my #1 favorite, "The Tiniest Prince". It was really fun to make, and I was so proud when I finished it. But now it's just a bunch of scraps of paper and clay on the floor.

They also said some really mean things. Like that I was a "loser". Well maybe I wasn't... they probably just thought I was. Yeah! They just thought I was a loser and decided to be mean about it, just like dad! And mom, and Blain and probably even Lance- no! Not a loser! I'm sure there'll be other people in this school who know that... right?. . .

And thus, I set out to find someone to confirm my suspicions. After class at least. It looked like nobody was noticing me.. Well if course they shouldn't. They should be focusing! But they're talking to each other... And I should be focusing too!! God why do I get distracted so much! Freaking-! Stop brain! Geez it's one of these days again... Right class. And as I looked up, the teacher was erasing something from the board. It was probably to much for my (idiot- ug stop! Dad is wrong! Don't listen to him! Do it like the cool book people say!) brain to comprehend regardless. 

And after that I was slightly better at taking notes, though I was still getting distracted by every squirrel that scampered across the window sill. Eventually, after a long time if suffering, the lunch bell rang. This is my chance! Lunch time in schools is the most social part of the day! And thus I got my food, not awful for a school lunch, though I suppose that's because I'm royalty (my only redeeming- shut!), and decided to approach some kids at a table close to me.

But as I was leaving heading over, someone must have been putting their foot forward to far and I don't notice, so I tripped and spilled everything on the concrete floor and skinned my elbow. I probably would have cried because of the pain (like a baby! S-stop!), but my father said never to cry, so I held it in. "Sorry sunflower! Didn't mean to trip you!" The guy said as I scooped my food back into the tray, chuckling with his friends. "Oh it's alright!" I told him "they put all the meals in little bags anyway, so no harm done." He seemed really annoyed for some reason. Did I do something wrong?

But regardless, I approached the table of boys, and a couple of girls. The girls seemed to be getting really touchy with the boys. I only get that clingy when I'm having a lot of fun, so hopefully they'll have fun with me! But as I got close, they all glared at me, like I shouldn't be there. Was I (the worthless garbage I-. s-stop it. I'm not garbage...) ruining their fun? Should I back off? I should back off... I tried this with a couple more tables, but they didn't seem to like me either, and I ended up sitting in a table alone in a corner. Well now nobody's getting in my space.. Maybe I am just a loser... Or maybe I should try checking the park! Y-yeah, the park! It's really loud here, so the people who like reading and quiet must be outside! I can't believe I didn't try their first (anyone else would've). 

So I hiked around the school for a little while, it was really big y'know, and eventually found the exit. Nobody was there though. It was really pretty so people should be there (guess I was wrong again). But m-maybe there are people in the library. They might like me! But there was no one there either. M-maybe it's j-just this school. Maybe they just hate me, like father, and mother, and everyone else... geez who am I kidding? I am just a loser. But while I'm here, I might as well check something out. That might cheere up.

Looking though the isles and isles of books, one caught my eye. "The angel and the serpent"? That seems nice. And the cover art was pretty too. It looked about 10th grade reading level, judging by the blurb on the back. A bit lower than what I'm used to, but still interesting.

And as I opened it, there where the pretties pictures I've ever seen. The book was about a prophecy, about a hero, that seemed to just be a pile of dust, but was truly a mighty phoenix, that, with the help an angel with wings as pure as a white winter snow, would rise from their ashes a vanquish a great beast. And as I read further, I saw a man, stuck in a hole. I know what that feels like. But this man gets saved by and angel of fortune. He's respected across his village, and he says a mighty serpent. 

That sounds nice, being saved like that. He might be saved like that. Yeah of coarse he would! It happened all the time in fairy tales! Someone will come and help me, and we'll sail away from this place on one of my model ships, away from all the people who (know) I'm a loser, and everything will be happy...

But nobody came

[survey--s]

442.

Do you ever just feel like you need to be alone for some reason? Absolutely. I need a good couple of hours of alone time everyday in order to keep my sanity - it’s one of the reasons I’d never have children.

When was the last time you wore something totally inappropriate for the weather? Does this happen often? I can’t remember. It doesn’t happen all that often as my job is outdoors so I check the weather religiously and always have spare stuff in my car.

The last time you went out of the house, where were you going and what did you do? That was for work yesterday. I left at 8.30, worked until 2pm, then went to the Post Office and to collect Archie then it was back home for lunch.

When was the last time someone cancelled plans on you? Were you annoyed? Emma had to cancel a riding lesson before Christmas. I couldn’t really be annoyed as the arena was frozen so we couldn’t ride anyway lol.

Do you have a friend that has a tendency to “dump” you whenever they get a new partner? No. I wouldn’t be friends with someone like that.

Would you ever want to go on vacation with just one of your parents? Sure, I did that all the time growing up. We often did 2-3 holidays a year as a family, then I’d do one with my mum and another with my dad. Dad and I normally went walking or skiing, and mum and I would go to Australia to see her family over there.

In summer, do you prefer to wear dresses or shorts and tops? Or maybe something else? I prefer dresses but they’re not really practical with my job, so I tend to wear shorts and t-shirts.

Has someone ever tried to start an argument with you over Facebook? What happened? Sure - mostly I just ignore them.

Have you ever had an unusual type of milk (eg. oat, rice, almond)? Yeah, my dad only drinks oat milk, and I went through a phase of drinking a loy of soy milk for some reason.

If you could experience life as a Disney princess for a week, which princess would you pick and why? Ariel because I could be a mermaid, duh. How many cans of soda would you say you drink in a week, if any at all? Probably one a day on average.

When you’re at home, do you spend most of your time in your room? No, I spend most of my waking moments downstairs in the living room. I only really use our room for sleeping or occasionally watching TV when I’m tired.

If you like to sleep in late, have your parents ever told you off for doing so? I don’t live with my parents but it’s not something they ever had an issue with. How much stuff do you take with you when you go on vacation for a week? Way too much lol. I never wear half of it.

How old is your oldest living relative? I think she’s in her late eighties now. The oldest any relative made it to was 97 and that was my grandma.

Do you know anyone who is an alcoholic? How has that affected you? Yes, both my grandparents on my dad’s side, and also a client of mine. It killed them all in the end. My dad went tee-total because of his parents’ behaviour and as an adult I don’t really drink much. I have a few drinks at Christmas but most of the year I don’t touch the stuff.

Could you willingly live on a vegan diet? No.

If you’re a fan of Harry Potter, are you sad that there’ll never be another book or movie? No. They ruined it by doing the Fantastic Beasts films IMO - Secrets of Dumbledore was just flat-out awful.

If you’re an only child, do you wish you had siblings? I used to want siblings, but as I’m adult I’m quite happy not to have any.

How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing? Uh, I’m not sure. Maybe 3 years or so.

What happened last time you got drunk? It was our wedding night - we had champagne in the hot tub, went out for fish and chips and then had loads of cocktails, hahah.

When’s the last time you straightened your hair? About a month ago.

Do you bite your toe nails? No. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

Last thing you said out loud? Come on then, come have a cuddle.

Last time you laughed your head off? Earlier on today.

What do you want right this second? I kinda need a wee lol. But I’m comfy and the dog has just settled so I probably won’t be getting up just yet.

How are you sitting? On the sofa with my legs out in front of me and my ankles crossed.

Your mood? Relaxed.

Did you sleep alone last night?  Nope.

Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow? Yeah, for sure.

Do you find piercings attractive? I don’t really pay much attention either way. Some attractive guys have piercings, so do some unattractive guys.

What were you doing last night at midnight? Sleeping.

Will you have sexual intercourse within the next two weeks? Maybe.

How many cigarettes have you smoked today? Zero.

Do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong? Hmm, sometimes - I’m more stubborn than anything else.

Do you like potato chips? Yes. A bit too much lol.

Do you give out second chances way too easily? Nope.

[aristrocrat]

Upside Down Feelings

Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byres

an episode-by-episode stranger things fic that incorporates the reader into the series

summary: Y/N Henderson is your typical high school girl with typical problems; falling out with her best friend, an annoying little brother, and a chronically unpopular standing in school. Little did she know that after the disappearance of Will Byres, her world would be flipped upside down

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (slow burn)

word count: 3400

tw: none besides the fact that this is unedited :)

“You’re such an asshole!” Dustin shouted as you laughed.

“Dusty! Language!” Your mother gasped, peaking . “Y/N, doing whatever you’re doing stop!”

“You heard her! Stop,” Dustin smirked.

“I’m not doing anything-“

“Give it back!” His smile dropped into a scowl, jumping up to try to reach your raised arm. “I’m late for the D&D campaign.”

“Just reach up and grab it,” You raised a brow. You loved annoying your little brother. Partially because he was just an adorable little kid but mostly because he loved to annoy you just as much. But you both knew if anyone were to so much as look at him the wrong way in front of you, you wouldn’t hesitate to break their nose.

His eyes quickly darted behind you, making you turn around to see absolutely nothing out of the ordinary behind you.

“Y/N, don’t make me use the power of the D&D league against you,” He warned. “We might be small but we’re mighty.”

“First of all, wow. I’m so scared of a bunch of 9 year olds-“

“We’re 12.”

“Whatever. And what’s the big deal anyway? It’s just a damn doll,” You smirked, making him gasp dramatically as he placed a hand on his hip.

“That is not a doll,” He spoke with offense, using his free hand to point at you as continued. “That is a limited edition action figure that can’t be touched because your nasty human hand oils will ruin the paint- You know what? Whatever. I tried to warn you. GET HER!”

“I- What? Who are you talking to- OW! FUCK!” You heard his group of friends scream before they all attacked, two knocking you on the couch as another one grabbed the doll.

“Y/F/N! Language!” Your mother called.

The boys cheered before all running off into the front yard. You looked through the window and smiled at their cheers as your brother held up the action figure victoriously. “Why do you give him such a hard time?”

“Because I’m his big sister. It’s part of the job description,” You shrugged, walking into the kitchen and placing a quick kiss on the top of her head as you made a bee line towards the fridge. “Can I go out tonight?”

“Where to?” She asked, looking over to see you chuckling. “Why do I even bother asking at this point? Yes, you can go out with Robin. What ever happened to Nancy? I thought she was your best friend.”

“Key word: was,” You sighed, hopping on the counter and watching your mom cook. You opened the bottle of soda and took a long swig before you continued. “Ever since she got with The Hair, she hasn’t really talked to me as much. I guess she’s just too cool for me now..”

“Well, if it helps any, you’re the coolest girl in my book,” She smiled over at you, placing a maternal hand on your cheek as she watched you smile. “And the prettiest! And the funniest! And, most importantly, you have the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. If Nancy can’t see that, then I don’t think that makes her very cool. I like Robin way more than I ever liked her.”

“Aw, shucks!” Robin chimed in. You’d given her a key about a month ago and she used it generously. “You’re making me blush, Mrs. Henderson! Ooh, it smells good in here. Whatcha makin’?

Robin smiled as she hopped onto the counter beside you and laid her head on your shoulder.

“Chicken Parm,” Your mom grinned. “Wanna stay for dinner?”

“We’d love to, Mom but-“

“No buts! The movie can wait. Let’s eat!” Robin interrupted.

———

“Could you ride your bike out to the Wheeler’s and tell your brother it’s time to come home? It’s getting late for a school night,” Your mom asked. “I called and Mrs. Wheeler says that they refuse to wrap up their game.”

You groaned and pouted.

“But Nancy-“

“You aren’t there for Nancy. You’re there for Dusty. Now go,” She ordered in a firm tone.

You huffed and did as told. You wished Robin hadn’t left about an hour ago so she could make this trip a little more bearable. Seeing Nancy wasn’t exactly at the top of the list of things you wanted to do tonight. Or ever, for that matter.

The truth was that the two of you had a falling out. It wasn’t rare for the two of you to argue, considering you’ve known one another since you were children. But this argument held a lot more weight to it than your previous disputes. The type of weight that settled into your mind as you fell asleep and made you drag your feet to school, knowing she would be there. She tried to apologize twice for her words but she knew how deep they’d cut you. She knew that even you had your limits and she was way out of line. Now when you passed each other in the hallways, you’d both blush, shoot a feigned smile and walk a little quicker to avoid any type of conversation.

God, if you’re real, You thought before you rang the doorbell, holding your breath to see who would answer. Nancy won’t be the one to-

“Y/N?” Nancy furrowed her brows as she opened the front door of her house.

Okay, God. You’re either not real or a dick. Noted.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. The small glimmer of hope in her eyes crushed you. All you wanted to do was hug her and tell her that you missed your late night giggle fits and little study dates. But the weight of the argument prevented you from doing so.

“I, uh.. My mom sent me to come get Dustin,” You didn’t even recognize your own voice; weak and apathetic. “She said your mom has been trying to clear them out of the basement and they won’t leave so I’m here to-“

“Y/N! Sweetheart!” Mrs. Wheeler called from behind her daughter. Nancy’s eyes quickly shot to her feet. “I haven’t seen you around in a while! How’ve you been? How’s your mom?”

“Good and good,” You smiled, hoping the tension wouldn’t be too evident. You let out a small breath of relief when the woman giggled.

“Thank the Lord that you’re here! They won’t listen to me. I know they’ll listen to you!”

An awkward silence fell upon the three of you. You nodded and shot her another tight lipped smile.

Oh, now it was evident.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help but feel that I just interrupted something?” She asked.

“Nope!”

“No!”

“Uh-huh..” The woman said slowly, looking at the two pathetic girls who looked down at their feet. “They’re in the basement.”

You nodded and made a quick bee line to the basement door. You didn’t even bother knocking- no time, you simply ran downstairs and watched them gasp. You couldn’t get out of this house fast enough. Every single inch of this house held the memories of you and your best friend.

You clenched your eyes at the force of habit. Ex best friend.

“Y/N? What are you-“ Your brother began, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“When someone asks you to go home, Dustin, you go home,” You said sternly. “It’s late. And Mrs. Wheeler has been kind enough to let you stay here and play this game all day. The least you could do is show some respect and leave at a reasonable hour. Especially on a school night, dipshit. Come on. We’re leaving.”

“But we’re in the middle of a game!” Mike whined.

“You heard her,” Nancy spoke from behind you. “Clean up. It’s time for your friends to go home.”

The boys all simply looked at the two of you with wide eyes.

“Now!” You both shouted, causing them to chaotically clean up and do as told. You grabbed Dustin by the shoulder, taking him upstairs to apologize to the Wheelers before you met the other kids outside.

“You and Nancy used to be cool!” Dustin huffed. “What happened to you guys?”

“We grew up,” You said simply, not revealing the fact that you wondered the same thing every night. “Let’s go.”

“Y/N!” Nancy called as she ran out to catch you before you got on your bike. The boys already began cycling home, leaving the two of you alone. “Hey, I know things are.. The way they are between us. And I’m sorry about that. But there’s a party on Tuesday night at Steve’s and I was wondering if… maybe you wanted to come?”

“Uh,” You smiled. “On a school night? I don’t know, Nance.”

“That was my first reaction too. Come on!” She giggled. “Barb said she’ll go if you do. And I think you might a lot of fun-“

“Ah,” Your smile faded. “You want me there so Barb will go.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that at all. I want you there for me not because I want Barb to-“

“Nancy,” You interrupted softly. “I appreciate the invite. I do. Thank you. I just..”

“Yeah,” She nodded, looking away to hide the tears in her eyes. “No, yeah. I get it. It’s okay. It’s a school night anyways so..”

“Right,” You nodded. “I hope you have fun though.”

You slung your leg over your bike and began to walk it towards the street before something stopped you. Maybe it was the familiar house with the familiar girl who stood with the familiar sad face that you always seemed to cause as of recently. Maybe it was the fact that you just missed your best friend, regardless of how damn mean she could be at times.

“Hey, Nancy?” You called.

“Yeah?” She looked up.

“I don’t know.. Maybe you could, like.. Call me if anything crazy happens at the party.”

“I can call you?” She asked a little too quickly with those wide eyes of hers, making you laugh. She smiled. “Sorry. I got excited.”

“I see that,” You teased. Oh, how she missed being teased by you. “I should get going. But, uh.. Feel free to call me afterwards, okay? I’ll be up late studying anyway so it really doesn’t matter what time you do.”

She nodded, trying to hide her grin. In her world, everything seemed to finally be falling into place now that you were speaking to her again. She missed telling you things about school and about the things she did with Steve. She missed your study dates because no one matched her intellectually the way you did. She missed your quick witted comments, and she missed the fact that you both cheered each other on in life. She missed you. All of you, even the bad parts that she couldn’t stand at times. Because at the end of the day, you were like a sister to her. And sister fight all the time, right?

“Dustin! Wait up!” You called, watching as he and Will took of racing towards your house. You laughed and accepted the challenge, peddling as fast as you could to catch up with them.

“I’ll take your X-Men 134!” Will called as he sped past your house. You hit the breaks and swerved your bike, avoiding Dustin who halted to a stop.

“Son of a bitch,” He muttered.

“Tell him I stole it and to pick another one,” You offered, slightly out of breath. “I know how much you like that one so put the blame on me.”

“You’re in a good mood,” Dustin chuckled. “Did your girlfriend finally talk to you?”

“Other way around, doofus,” You rolled your eyes, hopping off of your bike to walk it into the garage. “And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“What happened between you guys anyway?” He asked, doing the same.

He’d never look at her in the same way if he knew.

“A boy,” You lied. More like the bad of an influence he is and the fact that he is morphing her into someone she’s not. At least, that’s what led to the falling out.

“Ew, don’t tell me you have a thing for Steve too!” Dustin gagged, kicking the stand out on his bike and closing the garage. You followed him inside.

“Gross,” You scrunched your nose. “Mark my words, Dustin; I will never see that boy as anything more than what he is. Trash.”

“At least we’re on the same page about something tonight,” He nodded, walking to the kitchen. “What’d mom make?”

“Chicken Parm,” You responded, already grabbing some plates. As he opened the fridge, the lights flickered and he yelped. “Oooh, maybe it’s the monster from your game.”

“That’s not funny,” He snapped. “If that were true, we’re all dead.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” You smiled. “I’m sure there’s just a nearby storm. Totally not a monster. The lights would flicker again if it was a monster.”

The lights switched off for a moment and next thing you knew, you heard your brother scream and lunge into you. He wrapped his arms around you and held on tight. When the lights turned back on, you looked down to see him clenching his eyes shut as his legs shook.

Great, now he’s gonna ask to sleep in your room.

“Can I sleep in your-“

“Yes,” You groaned, peeling him off of you. “But you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“THE FLOOR?!” He yelped.

“Yes, the floor. You kick in your sleep,” You rolled your eyes. “And I have a quiz tomorrow.”

“But-“

“You need to stop playing that damn game, dude. You’re always like this when the lights flicker.”

“But the floor is worse than sleeping alone in my room and I-“

“No! You’re sleeping on the floor. Take it or leave it.”

“Please, I-“

“Dustin!” You shouted.

“Fine!” He shouted back, taking an angry bite out of his food. “Gross, I forgot to put it in the microwave.”

You both giggled before finishing up in the kitchen and getting dressed for bed. Halfway through the night, you felt him try to crawl into your full size bed.

“Dustin. Floor.”

“Fine..”

———

“Waffles!” Dustin grinned, all but running to the table. “Pass the syrup, please.”

You mindlessly did as told as you flipped through a guitar magazine. The phone rang and your mother answered, her voice dropped for a moment before she turned around to face you.

“Did you guys ride home with Will?” Your mother asked with the phone pressed to her ear. “Joyce said that Mrs. Wheeler told her that you all left together.”

“We raced to the house and then he went home, why?” Dustin asked. Your mother blinked before repeating what he said into the phone.

“It’s probably nothing,” Your mother smiled after she hung up the phone but you didn’t miss the way her hand trembled as she brought the cup of coffee to her lips.

———

“Nice shoes,” Carol snorted as she approached you. You didn’t need to look down to see that you’d chosen your old, ratted up converse.

“Nice face,” You rebutted without missing a beat as you bumped into her shoulder. “Your nose looks different this year. Did your daddy buy that for you too?”

“At least she has a dad,” Tommy smirked, making Carol throw her head back in laughter. Your lips parted, taken aback from the statement. “What’s the matter, Henderson? Cat got your tongue?”

You quickly composed yourself, readjusting your backpack and chuckling.

“I’d rather have a dead dad than a dead beat one,” You shrugged, turning on your heels.

“What did you just say to me? Hey! Don’t walk away from me when I talk to you,” Tommy asked, grabbing your shoulder. Hard. He pushed you into the lockers with the same force, causing your head hit a handle, making you wince and curse under your breath. “You wanna say that again, loser?”

“Hey, what the fuck, dude? She’s a girl!” Steve furrowed his brows and pushed Tommy off of you, but the boy kept his eyes on you. If looks could kill. Steve looked back at you with concern. “You alright?”

“Never better,” You groaned, bringing your hand up to your head and bringing it back down to see a bit of blood. Steve’s eyes widened as he looked back up at you. “Don’t worry, Harrington. I won’t tell Nancy.”

“What?” He blinked, searching your face for any sign of . “No. I-I didn’t.. I wasn’t trying to imply-“

“Excuse me,” You interrupted before walking away, quickly making a bee line to the bathroom to get some paper towels for your head. Luckily, it was a small cut. Though it wasn’t gushing or running, the blood still pooled at the wound. It’d only take a few minutes to stop. The throbbing of the forming bruise, however, was a different story. “Fucking assholes.”

“Who?” Robin asked as she walked in. “Woah! Dude, I don’t know if you know this but your head is bleeding!”

You chuckled dryly before grabbing the mess of paper towels and putting them in the trash. Her gaze never left your face as she leaned against the wall.

“Let me guess-“

“Don’t. I don’t wanna talk about it,” You shook your head, desperate for a subject change. “Did you hear about Will Byers?”

“Yeah,” She exhaled as she responded. “Poor Jonathan.”

“Yeah,” You nodded. You couldn’t even fathom the possibility that it could’ve just as easily been your brother. “Poor Jonathan indeed.”

“Here, you’re still bleeding a bit. I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but at the very least, let me hold some pressure on it,” Robin grabbed a handful of paper towels and made you lean against the sink. She stood by your side and gently but firmly pressed, watching as you sucked in a breath before easing into her touch. “You were saying? Something about Jonathan.”

“I don’t know how he’s keeping his cool. I’d be devastated if it was Dustin.. Shit, I’m a little devastated even with Will. I mean I watched that kid grow up… One time, he convinced me, Jonathan and Nancy to dress up for their stupid game and it’s still one of my favorite memories. We all ended up on the floor laughing and grabbing at our stomachs from the force.”

“Shit,” Robin raised her brows, handing you a hat from her bag. “He’s the quiet one, right?”

“He’s shy, not quiet,” The smile from your story lingered as you put it on. “He’s a good kid. I just wish there was-“

“Steve!” You both heard a voice giggle. It was followed by sloppy footsteps and kissing noises. Robin shot you a look of disgust as Steve and Nancy stumbled in, in one of those teenage hormone sparked make out sessions. Gross. “We could get in trouble! Someone might see us!”

“Consider yourselves seen,” Your friend smirked, making them jump. They looked over as she tossed the towel in the trash. There was barely enough blood to see but you could tell they’d noticed. Steve almost winced at the fact that he knew what the hat was for, covering the evidence. “We were just on the way out. As you were, sir.”

You both grabbed your bags before making your exit. Nancy blushed furiously as Steve looked back at her.

“You think they’re good at keeping secrets?” He asked.

“Trust me,” She smiled before pulling him in again. “They’re the best.”

———

“And then we told him about the road!” Dustin ranted about his interaction with Hopper. You and your mother listened intently as you finished the dinner Dustin has yet to touch. “So can I go tonight? Search for him?”

“No,” She responded. He looked at you for help. You pursed your lips and shrugged. As much as you wanted to take his side, you’d rather see him upset than missing. He huffed, pushing away his plate and marching to his room. Your mother sighed and sat back. “My poor, sweet boy..”

“I’ll talk to him,” You muttered. You got up and walked down the hallway, knocking lightly at his door.

“Go away.”

“Dusty,” You leaned your forehead on his door. “It’s me. Let me in.”

You heard him hesitate before his mattress creeped and footsteps approached. The door unlocked and opened to reveal your teary eyed little brother.

“I’m going. Lucas and Mike and I will stick together. I took your pepper spray for protection,” He admitted as he held up your keychain. You laughed. “If you love me, you’ll cover for me and say I went to sleep early.”

You sighed, looking at him with concern.

“What kind of big sister would I be if I let that happen?” You shook your head.

“The type that doesn’t want Mom knowing you lost your virginity already,” He threatened, making your face drop. You widened you eyes before pushing him into his room and closing his door. “I’ll tell her if you don’t let me go!”

“SHH! Keep your voice down, asshole! Where did you even hear about that?” You whisper yelled.

“I overheard you talking to Robin,” He whispered.

“So instead of asking nicely to go you fucking blackmail me?!” You scoffed. “I came in here to cheer you up and all of the sudden I’m under attack? And I find out that you know about.. Ew!”

“You’re the one who taught me how to blackmail in the first place!” He argued. His face has never seemed as punchable as it did in that very moment. He saw your glare, the daggers it sent his way, and took a step back physically but continued to threaten you. “I’m going whether you cooperate or not. So we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” You hissed, turning on your heels and going to your room. He stood in a silent guilt, hating that the person he looked up to the most just said that to him. Dustin drew in a shaky breath and sat on his bed for a moment before his door opened again. He looked up and saw you hand him a backpack. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “There are three pocket knives and three flashlights- one for each one of you. It’s going to rain so take your raincoat. If you don’t come back by midnight, I’ll tell mom about that gross comic book you have that is filled to the brim with cartoon tits. If you don’t come back ever, I’ll never recover. If you see or hear or feel something that’s not right, you turn around and come home. You got it?”

He grinned and nodded, running into your arms to hug you. You quickly pushed him off and lowered yourself to his eye level.

“I still hate you,” You clarified. He just laughed as you pulled him in for another hug. “Be careful. I’ll let her know you cried yourself to sleep.”

“I owe you!” He jumped out of your arms and opened his window. “Big time.”

“Oh, I know. And I intend to cash in on that. Big time.” You responded. His face scrunched in concern, almost as if he was reconsidering his whole plan, before he jumped out. You sighed, and walked back to the kitchen.

“How is he?” Your mom sat up as she saw you.

“He just needs some time to cool down. I’ll check on him in a few hours to make sure he’s still okay,” You smiled, knowing that answer perfectly satisfied your mother.

Was this your best moment; allowing your kid brother to go out alone with his kid friends in search of a missing boy? No. But you knew him. He needed this. Maybe this would be a funny story in a few years, but you spent the whole night studying in his room, waiting for him to come back. When the window finally creeped open to reveal his silhouette, you about passed out from relief.

Something told you that this boy was going to grow up to be nothing but trouble.

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