#don’t stray from the path. (ooc)

[honeyed-nothings]

To Have a Crush: Savanaclaw

Warning(s): Gender-neutral reader, not proof-read, OOC

Notes: Procrastination hit me hard…also I did not expect to spend an hour finding decent enough emoticons for them. May just switch to regular bullet point style someday since I’m still trying to figure out what format I like(╥_╥). Never realized how hard it was to make a pretty format on tumblr until now. Also I’ve gotten pretty rusty too but my schedule has finally cleared up a bit so I’ll be able to be a little more active now!

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia | Special

Leona Kingscholar

𓄂 A crown of love that the king wears. A herbivore was all you were to him. Another nameless face in the faceless crowd of people who he couldn’t care less about in the grand scheme of things. That’s how it was supposed to stay…until it didn’t. The proud lion will never admit this (or at least not anytime soon) but that day where you, a weak and stupidly stubborn human, stood your ground among all the dust and debris was both one of the most frustrating experiences in his life and also the first time he ever thought of you as ‘strong’. Every so often he thinks back to that moment and sighs before pulling you towards him to lay on the grass.

𓄂 A king should always be accompanied by his retainers. However, he’s not king and you’re definitely not his retainer. Just a stubborn herbivore who happened to catch his eye, that’s all. You’re not that great as an errand runner either but it’s better than just one. A help that Ruggie greatly appreciates but occasionally complains about how you always take the lighter load. Don’t think much about it, he just doesn’t want you messin’ up or anythin’. Strangely, whenever you do run errands for him, there’s conviently always an extra that he gives to you. Reasoning to you that the King of Beasts would’ve done the same thing to those under his care. The proud lion knows this is a lie he can’t keep using to play off what he feels inside. Not when his own ears and tail betray him.

𓄂 Tch, well this is embarrassing.

𓄂 Maybe it was a good thing that Leona already knew. From the moment his tail unconsciously wrapped around you, he knew what his heart was telling him as it beat in his chest. There, with you and him napping underneath the shade of a tree, he realized he had fallen in love. He didn’t know whether he should’ve laughed or cursed the world so he chose to do neither instead. Gently brushing a stray leaf off that had fallen on your face, he chuckled. Guess something like love ain’t all that bad.

𓄂 A crownless lion who’s more hated than loved and a visitor from a place far from here. An interesting duo you two make as he pulls you yet again away from class to nap in the shade with him. His attempts at catching your heart aren’t too noticeable, only noticed by the keenest of eyes. He’ll never be the ideal partner, that he acknowledges despite his pride. But being sappy and overly romantic isn’t his style. That’s why, he’ll win your heart in his own way. A path perhaps not that of a king, but of a man in-love. The prideful lion may not bow his head to no one, but for you he’ll take a knee.

“Huh, well aren’t you gettin’ bolder? I didn’t think you’d beat me to it.”

Ruggie Bucchi

シ Hidden amidst the dirt and grime was love. It’s ingrained into Ruggie to look after people but he’s learnt to not let it be given without a price. Outside of his family and Leona, the latter of whom was more so to help his own skin, he didn’t exactly feel any desire or need to look after you. Sure he felt pity, after all you’re in a tighter spot than him in the world, but aside from that you were just an after thought. Nobody of note that could be beneficial to him in any way. That was until Leona overbloted and well…he’s somewhat grateful that you don’t have much of a survival instinct. You’re a real goody two-shoes aren’t you? Still, he’s thankful that you’re the way that you are. Hyenas never forget a debt and this one he owes to you alone.

シ It really just started off with it being to repay his debt to you. Sure it’s not much but he can’t really do anything fancy like paying you millions of madols or giving you land. That’s why, the hyena has chosen to pay it back his own way. Simple as it may be, it’s all he really has to offer. It’s not like watching your back is gonna cause him anymore work than he’s already got. Soon enough, he found himself doing more than what he intended to. Giving parts of his lunch to you, claiming he didn’t feel like it or there was extra. Stopping during his errands whenever he spotted you to have a quick chat before going off again with slightly more enthusiasm than before. Or heck, sparing you a few madols so you can get what you need. It’s kinda a loss but he just can’t seem to make himself stop. Not when you smile at him so brightly.

シ Wait a minute.

シ Nah…nahh he can’t seriously be in love with you or somethin’, right? Being close to you is just to pay off his debt, not cause he actually likes your company or anything, right?? But as his eyes catch his reflection on the window panes of the college, he can no longer deny the blush on his face or the rapid beating of his heart as the thought of you runs rampant in his mind once again. Well, guess there’s no point in fidgeting around anymore.

シ He’s not much, really he ain’t. Ruggie knows he won’t hold a candle to anyone else in the school in terms of magic or madol but what he does have is his smarts. In his own way, he’ll try and appeal to you. Sometimes he’s confident, other times he feels like he wants to die from how embarrassing it must’ve looked. Still, he tries and tries and tries. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’ll choose him buried underneath piles of trash.

“You-…you’re really choosing me?”

Jack Howl

ᴥ︎ Love that resounds throughout the night. A team up was all Jack figured it’d be. An agreement to right the wrongs and set things straight so that one day, once more, Savanaclaw would be able to say from the bottom of their hearts that they won. Nothing big enough to lead into the friendship that came to be between you and him. Well then things took a turn for the worse and then the better and well…he’s sure you get it. An accident, a friendship, a bond, whatever it is, the stubborn wolf has decided that he’ll have your back. No matter what and no matter where, he’ll help you out.

ᴥ︎ Respect was all it was. A respect towards a magicless human who proved their own strength by courageously standing in the face of death. Not everyone has a spirit like that and the wolf beastman couldn’t help but look at that and think ‘Ah, now that’s strength’. In doing so, he wanted to be respected by you too. That’s why, when he could, he’d wait outside Ramshackle and walk with you to your classes, carrying your books and providing an umbrella if it’s a rainy day. Need help on the homework? He won’t tell you the answers but he’ll help you figure it out at least. Like working out? Great! He’s more than willing to provide some tips and tricks to achieving the goal you want. Well it wasn’t until Ruggie teased him about how much more happy he seemed doing all that stuff for you that it finally clicked for him. This…isn’t good.

ᴥ︎ D-don’t misunderstand him!

ᴥ︎ Actually no, maybe you should— wait no you shouldn’t! Jack doesn’t know how to feel about…this now that he fully recognizes it. Well- he does, in a way, it’s just…complicated. To be honest, he did have a suspicion that his feelings of respect towards you had turned into something deeper. How fast his tail wagged whenever you were nearby, how he wanted to put even more effort into whatever he was doing when you were watching, how red his face turned whenever he took a ‘secret’ glance in your direction, it really was way too obvious looking back on it.

ᴥ︎ Wolf-type beastmen only have one partner for the rest of their lives. Dedicating themselves entirely to whoever their partner may be. Jack always dreamed of finding his one true partner, he just never expected it to happen so soon. Yes, a crush to him counts as his one true love as childish as it may be. With exactly zero romantic experience under his belt and only equipped with the knowledge of the multiple times his parents told him their love story, he attempts to appeal to you. Surprisingly, for a first timer in love, they’re all thought out and not embarrassing. Jack isn’t good at hiding how feels about you in front of you or anyone else, but it has a certain charm to it. The charm of an adolescent boy in love who cares for you quietly, unable to hide how he feels, as his heart and tail follow the same beat.

“..Phew, you’re here. Prefect, I—uh need to tell you something.”

[ghostarii]

GLASS TABLE GIRL ! ～ BLADE . ❛ i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

˖ ⁺ ⫾��� SHOW NOTES fem!reader ❱ guitarist!blade ❱ groping ❱ reader is a groupie ❱ PWP!!! ❱ (reader is intoxicated so technically) dubcon ❱ spanking ❱ degradation ❱ clit n nipple slapping ❱ ig ooc!blade but who cares ❱ choking/asphyxiation ❱ size kink ❱ dacryphilia ❱ outdoor/public sex ❱ exhibitionism ❱ spit ❱ face-fucking ❱ dirty talk ❱ reader has 0 self respect ❱ name calling ❱ overstimulation ❱ creampie & unprotected sex (stay safe) ❱ clit pinching ❱ hair pulling ❱ multiple orgasms ❱ cumplay(?) ❱ no aftercare ❱ minors & dc antis do not interact.

˖ ⁺ ⫾  CREDITS i have not written a fic in so effing long nd i was high writing this so excuse my rustiness :c but i have risen from my grave so let’s rejoice nonetheless ! !blade is on my mind 24/7 n i just want to be used n abused by him omfg turn me OWT! i listened to one of the girls by the weeknd literally the entire time i wrote this sooo feel free to listen while reading ^_^ i was js writing as i went so ts is very pwp sorryyy . . i’m gonna try to be more active on here i js need time to write so in the meantime pls show that my works would be appreciated here =( likes & reblogs are so GREATLY APPRECIATED ! ! ! if u don’t like, pls scroll cs comm guidelines r so mean to creators T_T

˖ ⁺ ⫾  RUN TIME 7.5k+ words . (of pure filth)

IF SOMEBODY ASKED you who your favorite artist was, you would say Ren—known by his moniker: BLADE. There was nothing you didn't like about this man; everything about him fundamentally and ultimately was the object of a girlish obsession. You knew all of his songs front to back, followed his social media on every single platform, and never missed a single piece of media uploaded about him. Your life was built around his style: dark and mysterious and enigmatic. He was your number one, unmatched and unchanged.

He was a hard man to come by. He frequently held small shows, with no more than twenty-thousand people on the high end. It was impossible to go, and every time you tried, your chance miserably passed you up. But this time, June twenty-third, twenty-twenty-three, you were right there, in the middle of the pit, only mere feet away from Blade. It was your first time seeing him in person by the grace of your best friend who surprisingly snagged tickets, and you’d never been more grateful in your life.

Blade was ethereal. The concert videos you’d seen over the years did not compare to the image in front of your face. It was dark, the main lights being spotlights shone on his pearly, perspiring, black, skin-tight silk-clothed skin, and dim red LED lights on the set behind him. His fingers ran effortlessly across his guitar, an inexplicably attractive riff and tone singing from the instrument. You felt like you were in Heaven, your eyes never leaving the show before your eyes. It was hot and uncomfortable in the pit but it was worth it. So worth it because he looked at you: taking you in with an unfaltering stare. His lip slipped between his teeth, and he shook his head, throwing stray locks to the back, and God, you felt as though you needed to be bolted to the ground with the way you wanted to jump on the stage. He walks up to the microphone, the most gut-wrenchingly hot vocals sliding off of his tongue. His eyes were closed, smudged eyeliner emphasizing his fluttering, long lashes, and his lips were spit-slicked, parting and pursing with each sultry lyric leaving. They were plump and rosy as if they were asking to be kissed—it was a sight to behold.

You sang your heart out, dragging your hand from waving in the air down a curvy path on your body, going from your shoulder to your chest to below where Blade’s sight would reach. You turned to your friend and recited the lyrics with a big smile and following giggle, all to turn your attention back to the stage and lock eyes with him. Your thighs clamped together just at the narrowed and burning gaze he delivered. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted a man more than you do right now.

Your friend found a way closer to the stage and you wedged your way between the crowd, finding yourself so close that the speakers were banging on your eardrums. You could feel the music in your bones, and all you could think of to describe it was hot and heavy. Maybe it was all of the pregaming you and your friend did before the concert, or the condensed heat and gyrating bodies, but you were so hot. You wipe your sweaty skin as you sway to the beginning of the next song, taking out your phone to begin recording.

Blade leans into the mic, muttering lowly, “I want you all to sing.” He pulls the microphone out of the stand, letting his guitar hang off of his shoulder from the strap. And that’s when he makes his way to where you stand, muttering small “yeah”’s and “good job”’s into the mic as the crowd collectively sings. He kneels right before you, “Sing.” he says into the mic.

You go wide-eyed—cute, he thinks—but you start singing. You grab an open portion of the microphone, leaning in as close as possible and reciting the lyrics of the song just as you were told. All eyes and cameras were on you, and that included Blade, who held an intense gaze on you the entire verse. When you finish the crowd erupts in cheers and screams, and he pulls away, finishing the song. You turned to your friend and screamed about your main character moment, dancing and singing even happier into her recording phone. This was the best night of your life.

For the rest of the concert, you had the time of your life. Blade ends the show with a final guitar solo, the entire audience silent as he wrecks the strings and pours his heart into his vocals. He briefly spoke to his fans, thanking everyone for coming out and heading backstage as everyone began to clear out. And all he could think about was that girl who his eyes couldn't help but wander toward, and to whom his thoughts dedicated his innuendos. He remembers the sign you held at the beginning of the show: “BLADE ♡WNS M(Y)E (HEART) ♡”. Your eyes honed filth that your natural disposition didn’t and he longed for it. He held bated breath as he informed his security about you, requesting you be located and brought to him and they replied with “We’ll try our best, sir.”

It was an after-concert tradition for Blade to hit up a local club, especially in situations like this where it was his last stop. He hoped he’d find you there, but he knew you would, especially if you were as big of a fan as you looked.

“Yukong, just thirty minutes! Please!!” you pleaded, trying to pull your friend into your opinion. She shook her head no, “I can’t! I have to go home! I’m so tired and you know…” you stop your friend there, not wanting to hear about her boyfriend.

“Fine. I’m still going though, text me when you get home.” you didn’t want Yukong to go home. But arguing was pointless, and only time was being put to the test, not her stubbornness. You knew from your years as a Blade fan that he always went to the club after a concert to meet fans, and some rumors even suggested ulterior motives, so you wanted to go. Yukong frowned at your flat expression but still hugged you, waving at you as she got in her car to go home. You’d be flying solo, but you had faith in yourself.

So you make your way over to the nearest club via taxi, praying that this is the one that Blade would visit. You weren’t all too familiar with the place, its name, Starskiff Haven, only being one you’ve heard in passing. Regardless, your thoughts were assured by the abundance of fighting and pushing bodies to get in the door—and when your phone lit up, a Twitter notification from a Blade Updates page noting his location, Starskiff Haven, you smiled widely, making your way to the line.

It was way too long and you weren’t interested in waiting all night—you had to meet Blade. A time like this is when Yukong comes into hand with her very stern persuasion, something that’s near impossible to deny. But she left, and you’d have to figure out a way in. And a thought immediately came to mind.

You walked to the front of the line, breathing in deeply and psyching yourself up for how incredibly you were about to embarrass yourself. When you exhale, you book it, beelining straight into the club, right past security. You immediately shift your demeanor, blending into the crowd seamlessly as security guards rush in, looking around for you. Hiding behind the most cluelessly drunk girl, you make your way to the bar, immediately ordering a sidecar. It packed a punch and the combination of how many shots you had earlier, it’d be just enough to get you through whatever you were about to do.

You turn around in the swivel stool, taking in the atmosphere and coasting the area for any sighting of Blade. The club was darker than the concert but heavily illuminated with hazy, colorful LEDS and much, much louder, filled to the brim with chatter and deafening bass-boosted music. Your drink was brought to you moments later, and with a big sip, you raked your eyes over the club once again. You could see bodies grinding on the main floor, the DJ bopping his head as his hands moved diligently across his DJ controller, couples making out and slipping into cornered areas, and friend groups recording and taking pictures. It was a lively environment, sure, and from the strength that beat on your tongue, established by incredibly skilled bartenders—but you weren’t looking for a new clubbing spot, you were looking for Blade.

And Blade was looking for you. Swimming through the unforgivingly hot crowd for you. He wasn’t itching to have you, he was itching to take you. Every time he closed his eyes he was brought back to his time on stage and how you danced in the audience. How your lips pushed out his lyrics and how your hands couldn’t stop waving in the air and running on your skin. How you swiped off sweat from your forehead and fanned yourself with your sign. And how you couldn’t keep your star-filled eyes off of him. Every light reflection off of your eyes showed desperation and neediness. You were begging to be picked without ever uttering a word, and he was not one to ignore indulgence. You needed him and he wanted you—so where are you?

Perched on that blue-velvet cushioned swivel stool. Sipping whatever remaining contents of your sidecar. And when he saw you, you saw him. You locked eyes and each plastered ill-intended smirks across your faces. And while you had his attention, you brought the glass to your lips, smacking them open and running your tongue along the sugar rim, collecting the sweetness on your tongue. You sucked on your tongue, rolling your eyes and he swears the “Ahh” leaving your lips is audible from his distance. He stayed still even as you slapped down your money on the counter, hopping down and disappearing into the crowd.

You make your way to him quickly, holding onto your rapidly rising chest and laughing at yourself. You were on a roll of unbelievable behavior, but it seemed to be a clean stroke because you were yet to meet a roadblock. And in a very blurry couple of minutes, the goal you’d been working toward was in the palm of your hand—literally.

You danced your way to Blade when you were finally close to him, sliding up against his body sweetly. He was tall and so sturdy against you, but he was smooth like butter as he synced to your movements and danced behind you. His hands were on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he pushed up against you. Your exchange was wordless but it spoke volumes. It felt like a dream, entirely too good to be true but you indulged anyway, grinding against him. A gasp escapes your mouth as his left hand unabashedly grapes your tit, squeezing roughly and experimentally. His other hand trails dangerously on the band of your shorts and you let your head fall back on his shoulder, “I'm your biggest fan…”

He laughs at your declaration, leaning to press his lips feather-lightly at the shell of your ear, “Are you now?” you nod immediately, pressing into him. “‘Blade owns me’.” he mocks your sign, and laughs when he feels you slightly tense under his touch.

“I picked you,” and again, he leans down to your ear, “Are you happy, slut?” The word is so mean but it sounds so good from him. You nearly moan, nodding eagerly, as if complying with his word came with a medal. You were a slut, so willing to give it up as soon as he laid eyes on you. And you weren’t afraid to go low to get his attention, doing just about anything to be his for the night.

Fangirls like you are nothing new to Blade and as a man who looks like he does, it comes with the territory. He can read you like a damn book, cover to cover with ease because despite how enigmatic and indifferent to the norm you may try to appear, you wear your whole being on your sleeve. You do everything in your power to be somebody you're not. Your life revolves around who you think you should be and not who you are. A lot of girls are born with “it”: an innate ability to be the one wanted and desired, but you? Your “it” is manufactured, the blueprint drawn out by girls who are it. You're stuck in a limbo created by your age: too old to not be settling down, but too young to not live your life, and you try to make a box for yourself, being the exception to a path laid out for you. You're lost in the life you lead, and with the way you're dancing so shamelessly and needily on him, Blade knows you. You’re the type of girl who sees getting used as a flex, and despite signing an NDA or promising to never say anything, you’ll tell this person and that person that you got to sleep with the Blade; that the Blade picked you. Women like you are a cancer in the industry. Pests that are incessant and damn near impossible to get rid of. He knows you won't be any different than those before you, but there’s a desire to take you that he cannot ignore.

It’s his natural instinct as a man—or he’s just a shitty person. Perhaps a combination of both, because all he can think about is putting you to use. You’re making it so easy, moaning into the air under the thick remixed song the DJ is spinning, grinding against him, and holding his hand on your tit—you want him, and you’re giving yourself to him on a silver platter. You have a clear lack of respect for yourself, but luckily for you, that’s Blade’s type in women.

The atmosphere seems to be getting heavier, and it feels like time is getting slow and choppy. Now your arms are around Blade’s neck and his large hands are holding onto your ass, and you’re so close, you can feel your chests brushing with each breath you take. The world around you is nothing but background. It doesn’t exist to you, it doesn't matter to you. Not when you have Blade, the literal man of your dreams, right in your palm, and all he's looking at is you.

You feel so special. So wanted and so desired. You feel all eyes on you like you're the main attraction and everybody can’t help but watch and weep, wishing to be you. Your ego is skyrocketed and every embarrassing thing you’ve done tonight doesn't matter to you anymore because it paid off. Your eyes locked and the space between you closed. Your heart synced with the booming beat of the current song playing. You lean in, pressing your hands at the back of his neck and pulling him in. And you kiss him. You kiss Blade.

Blade kisses you back. He tightens the grip on your ass and you moan into his mouth, letting him infiltrate your mouth. He sucks on your tongue, smiling against you when he feels you push up on your tippy toes and hears you whimper into his mouth. He kisses you back. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, pecking your lips once more before moving to your cheek, then to your jaw, then to your neck. His hands are groping at you, roughly grabbing your ass, then your waist, then your breasts. “Are you wet?”

He says it so only you can hear it. You nod. “How wet?” He moves back up to your jaw, placing another kiss. You flutter your lashes, meeting his gaze, “So wet. All for you.”

At your response, he groans, pulling off of you. He chuckles when you pout at him. You’re just what he needs for this night. He grabs your chin, holding your face and leaning down, your lips brushing against his own. “I'm going to go smoke.” and he tells you this for a reason.

You watch with the biggest smile on your face as he sifts through the crowd, heading out of a side door. It was now or never.

Quickly, you rush to the bathroom to freshen up. You fix your hair, digging into your pocket and fishing out your lipgloss, reapplying, and you fan yourself, cooling down to not look a flustered mess. And just as quick as you ran in, you ran out toward the side door, immediately looking both ways for Blade. You smell smoke distantly and turn right, and a few paces down he stood, leaning against the brick wall of the neighboring restaurant. He's next to stacks of old wood and crates and you smile, thinking about whatever was about to go down between you.

You step in front of him and he smiles, taking you in once again. He blows his smoke in your face, tapping the ash off the cigarette before smashing the butt into the wall behind him. “Hi,” you say. He says nothing back, just slides his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in. The kiss you share this time is messy and he now asserts control, nipping your bottom lip when he feels you go weak and pulls back.

He rakes his eyes up and down your body as you stand for him. This is the first time all night he’s seen you properly, in moderately okay lighting. Your jean mini-skirt is tight to you, accentuating the curve and fullness of your ass, and teases what’s beneath with your plump thighs poking out and how it rides up slightly. Your skin-tight baby tank is seemingly one with your figure, bringing out the best in you and making him smile with the “I ♡ BLADE” print across your chest. Your thigh-high boots did nothing when you were near him—he was looming and caging. He was intimidating and arousing, and with the lustful gaze you shared, the climax of your day was steadily approaching.

“Take it off.” He looks down at your chest and you get the memo; immediately grabbing the hem of your tank top and pulling it over your head. “Slow. Take your time…” And you listen, letting your body swivel as you remove the shirt. You unhook the clasp of your bra, and before your boobs could spill out of the confines, he grabs you and wedged you between him and the wall he previously leaned on.

The front of your body is slapped on the cold brick, but you’re swallowed in warmth as he presses against you, grinding his hard-on against your ass. One hand grabs your wrists, and the other turns you around. You look at him innocently, shivering at the breeze that blows down the alley. You can smell him: woody, smokey, and expensive. Yet here he was, pressing you up against a brick wall in a random alley. “You’re such an easy slut, y’know.”

“Bet you been thinking about this; daydreaming about your favorite artist pinning you and trashing you like the fucking whore you are.” he presses against your front, nipping at your jaw. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You whimper, “Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours.”

“Tell me.” He growls - your answer not sufficing. “Want you to break me,”

“Always fantasized…wanting you to shove your dick down my throat and use it mindlessly and mercilessly.” He begins to kiss down your throat again, licking the tender skin. He smirks when you stop talking, your breath hitching and your head craning backward to open the expanse of your neck. He starts biting on your newfound sweet spot when you begin again, “Spit in my mouth and force me to swallow it with your cum,”

He gets to your chest, immediately taking a nipple between his teeth. He listens to you wince and whine as he does, pushing your chest into his face. “And make me beg you to fuck me. Teasing me…fuck—pinching me, pulling my hair until I'm teary-eyed and begging…”

“...And then you fuck me like you hate me; choking me, slapping me, degrading me all while I thank you stupidly.”

“You’re just fucking disgusting,” he mumbles around your nipple. He lets your hands go, palming your free tit immediately. His eyes are narrow as you whine when he twinges the bud roughly. “Put so much thought into this…you’re a weirdo slut.”

You shake your head, breathing out heavily to refute his claim, “Nuh-uh—your biggest fan.” you correct.

He laughs at you. You’re much more fun than he thought, and a lot less shameless, too. You're throwing all of your big cards out; this is your go-big or go-home moment, and while you have him here, you’ll bare yourself wholly because if not now, then not ever. Blade has to commend your patience though. You're letting him toy around, graze around your unknown territory and feel you out. You’re needy but obedient. Tired of waiting but understanding. Absolutely fucking shameful and proud, but eager to be good—so maybe he was wrong about you. You do have an “it”: an innate ability to be the perfect fucktoy.

When he lets you go, he immediately instructs you to get on your knees. And you listen immediately. The cold gravel digs into your bare knees and it's incredibly uncomfortable, yet you don’t utter a word. Your nipples are hard and pebbled and are probably so sensitive, yet you say nothing. You only sit before him, fingers dancing on the exposed thigh as you look up at him, waiting to be put to use.

So he slaps you. As you told him to—he slaps you, and his hand is heavy coming against your skin. It sounds off for what felt like possibly hundreds of miles, and your face doesn’t sting, but it hurts. The skin is heating up from the impact and your head turns to the side, hair falling against your face, yet you don’t utter a word. He grabs the back of your head, forcing you to look at him and dangerously smiling when your teary eyes look up at him wide and thankfully. “Pull my cock out,” he instructs, letting you go and standing up straight.

You get to work on his belt, undoing it swiftly, and then you unbutton his pants. You tease yourself: slowly pulling the zipper down, and when pulling his pants down to his ankles, you palm him softly, gently patting his throbbing cock and staring at the growing wet spot in his underwear. You kiss the wet spot, and then you kiss it again, and again until you suck lightly on it while making eye contact with him. You moan at the very faint taste, fluttering your eyes shut, and finally sliding your hand under the band of his underwear, holding his dick.

Blade hisses at your touch, bucking slightly into your hold at the initial contact. Usually, he’d curse you out at this point for going so slow, but he’s letting it slide this time; allowing you to take control and show him how worth it and nasty you really are.

He’s big. He’s thick—your hand can just barely wrap around the entire shaft, and as you lift him to unsheath him from his boxers, you feel how heavy he is. And hard. So fucking hard.

You gawk at his cock like a kid in a candy store, staring at his leaking slit intensely—almost as if you're waiting. “Go ahead; show me how big of a fan you are.”

You kiss his tip, the bead of precum smearing on your lips. Smacking your lips apart suggestively, you wrap your right hand around the base, applying tightness and pressure as you find the right grip, and when you do, you finally lick a clean stripe across the head. Your tongue sweeps up the new milky droplet spilling out, and you contently hum at the taste, making him groan in response. You lick from the angry tip all the way to his trimmed base, then back up again until you’ve teased every side of him and located his sensitive vein.

If anybody would have told you that all you dreamed about would be coming to fruition—all by mere luck and chance—you wouldn’t believe it. And you still don't; even as you spit a thick bead of your saliva on his cock and then massage it in with your tongue, swirling all around the sensitive head. But it’s real because he moans out for you as you finally take him in, the throb getting heavier as he sits on your tongue and your lips hug him tight.

You begin your ministrations: toying with his balls lightly as you bob up and down, going as far as you could. You tried your best to take him all in. You stretched your mouth wide around him until it felt like your mouth was going to rip at the corners and until it felt like all you could do was sputter and leak drool around him. Tears brimmed in your eyes and each time you blinked them back, keeping a pretty smile on your face every time you came up for air. Your lipgloss was mixed in with spit, and clear tear streaks had already begun to run their course with your base makeup, but you didn't stop. You were moaning incessantly, suffocating his dick in your intense vibrations that had him moaning and grunting.

When you come up from your nth deepthroat attempt, it's not for air, but to breathlessly huff out “Fuck my face…please,” And since you asked so nicely…

“Blink twice if it gets to be too much.” You open your mouth as wide as you could, sticking your tongue out. He pulls your hair back for you, yanking your head back and spitting on your tongue. His eyes tell you not to move, so you don’t, keeping eye contact with him as he wraps his other hand around your own, guiding your smaller hands up and down his shaft. He shudders, “F-fuck…’m so fuckin’ hard…”

And then he slides onto your tongue, not wasting any time before bottoming out in your mouth. Your eyes widen in surprise, and your unprepared gags speak volumes to your shock. But that doesn't deter you from wrapping your lips around him. And from there, he pulls out, pulling your head back and then pushing you back down as he thrusts his hips forward. He curses under his breath before picking up his pace, thrusting so hard that his grip tightens on your hair to hold you properly in place, fucking roughly into your face. You can only choke and sputter, having already taken your hands from around his dick and digging crescent nail shapes into his thighs. The sounds eliciting from the two of you are so nasty and filthy. His balls slap at your chin, your voice rings out from around his girth, and his moans echo around the world. You can’t take it but you’re doing a great job of trying. He slaps your face again, pulling out and hitting his tip on your tongue. “Keep your fucking eyes on me,”

“If you can do that, I'll cum all down your throat and all over your pretty fucking face, okay?” You nod eagerly, and as an incredibly degrading action of praise and acceptance, he slaps his spit-slicked dick against your cheek a few times. “Good girl.” Butterflies swarm in your stomach at his praise.

When Blade slides in, he smacks against your face. He goes to the very hilt, pushing his way to the depths of your throat roughly. Your nose is pressed up against his pelvis, and your cheeks are catching stray tears. But this is consistent as he begins thrusting, using you per your request. He grunts out each time his tip hits the back of your throat, thrusting so roughly and meanly into you. Again, you feel like all you can do is choke and gag, spilling slobber and precum mix back down his length. It’s fucking filthy and the loud squelching and impact noises hit your ears nastily, yet you can’t help but squirm and attempt to grind for friction to subdue the need throbbing in your clit.

Above you, the man is falling apart. His hips stutter every now and then and his voice is fucking endless. His long hair sticks to his sweaty forehead and sides of his neck, and it looks damn near intentionally placed from how beautiful he looks. The outdoor lights are like distant illuminators; glowing behind him softly—almost angelically. His eyebrows are knitted together and he struggles to keep his eyes every time he reaches the back of your throat and you start gagging. It’s beyond pleasurable. Blade isn't sure if it’s because of all the tension the two of you have built up, or if it's because he hasn't had any action in the last 3 weeks because of his neverending schedule, or if it’s because your mouth is fucking amazing, but he can't keep himself together. His chest starts heaving faster as he comes close to his high, his knees beginning to buckle, and his stomach caving.

You flick your tongue on the underside of his cock as much as you can and glue your eyes to his, seeing his release breaking him down inch by inch. “Fuck! I'm gonna fucking cum!” He announces, throwing his head back.

He stills in your mouth and you take the opportunity to suck harshly on his tip, swirling your tongue around it like it’s the sweetest lolly you’ve ever tasted. He pulls out of your mouth, and you vigorously stroke his cock, so focused and determined to milk him dry. He leans forward, slapping his palm against the wall behind you for stability as he cums. He moans so prettily as he paints your face, the warm ropes making you hum contently. You give him no break, sucking his tip one last time to make sure you get the most out of what he’s given you.

Blade catches his breath, standing up straight soon after and condescendingly cooing at the mess made on your face. He picks up a glob as he sweeps his thumb over your cheek, sliding the digit in your mouth. He presses on your tongue, finding pleasure in how you swallow your sounds under a layer of gagging, but how you never tear your eyes off of him. He does this until you’ve cleaned off your face—but he's not done with you.

You're finally allowed off of your aching knees. You're sure the gravel will leave an indent from how long you were down there. He pinches your pebbled nipples, smirking as you yelp. “What was it that was next? Making you beg..making you earn my cock in you?” you nod rapidly, backing into the wall for stability as he toys with your very sensitive tits. “Show me how you beg then.”

You put your hands on his shoulders to help you stand up, feeling so weak all of a sudden. Your voice cracks as you try to speak, meek little whimpers flowing out as he works your body expertly—like he knows what gets you going. “Please…fuck–Please fuck me, I need you so bad…!”

A shrill yelp is chased out of your throat when his palm cracks against one of your boobs, “Is that all you got? Try again.”

So you do. “Need you to fuck me, Blade. I wanna be used by you, broken–please, I'll do anything!”

“Not good enough. Again.”

“Please fuck me like the slut I am! I need to be full of you, need to have you fuck me ragged and dumb so all I think of is you!” you pitch up your voice, breathing it all out in one breath.

Pitiful. Another smack. “Again.”

“I'm so needy for you, please! It hurts–I need you so much, it hurts! Please…”

And he's heard enough. His right hand slides up to your neck, forcing you against the wall. His grip is tight, fingers pressing into the sides and you have to fight for your eyes to not roll to the back of your head. “You must not want me as bad as you acted like you did…”

“I do! I do!” You interject, but your voice is weak and small—nothing in comparison to his deep and lust-saturated tone. “Then act like you do. Beg.”

He runs his other hand up your thigh, cupping your cunt. Your panties are soaked, and he can feel the heat radiating off of you. He pushes the fabric to the side, running two fingers through your folds and you swear you almost fell out then and there. You'd gone teased and untouched all night—you were beyond ready.

“Pussy is fucking soaked…” he mumbles, letting his index and middle finger twirl through your folds, getting closer and closer to your clit. “You want me here? To fuck your sloppy pussy until you're cumming your brains out?”

Your eyes start to roll and he can feel the pulse intensify in your cunt. That's exactly what you wanted. “Say it. Say ‘I want my sloppy pussy fucked until I'm cumming my brains out, Blade’. Say it,”

You part your lips, and he slightly loosens the grip on your throat, “Wan–want…I want my sloppy pussy…” You get shy with your words, and he delivers a slap to your clit. The stimulation has you buckling over. You feel like his hands on you are going to be the death of you. “Say it.”

With the courage finally built up, “I want my sloppy pussy fucked until I'm cumming my brains out, Blade! Please, I need it s’bad…feel like I'm gonna fucking die!” leaves your lips easily like spreading butter on toast. His lips that you never got enough of tasting quirk up into his signature smirk. He lets you go, pushing you against the wooden crates and flipping up your jean skirt.

“There you go; atta-fucking-girl.” he practically rips your panties off of you, slapping your pussy just for the hell of it. He cringes at the sound it makes and laughs cruelly at your whimpering. He presses up against you, his semi-hard dick pressed against your ass, and he wraps his arm around you and shows you the coat of your arousal that paints his fingers. “Spit.”

With your spit and abundance of slick collected on his fingers, Blade strokes his cock, going until he’s near painfully hard. The sounds he elicits make your pussy clench around nothing, needing to be satiated so desperately. “Are you ready? There’s no going back.”

This is somehow the sweetest moment for you. Your heart swells and you can only sheepishly nod, wiggling your hips eagerly. “Never been more sure about anything in my life. Ruin me.”

Ask once more, and you shall receive once more. His cock is swiped through your folds and collects a considerable amount of your arousal. He lines up at your entrance, watching you brace yourself with a smile ingrained into his face. He pushes in with a sharp inhale, biting his tongue at the feel of your tightness. Your pussy sucks him right in and—fuck. Warm and soft and tight, he could cum right now.

Your face crinkles up and you grip tightly onto the wooden crates in front of you. You’ve dreamt of this for so long—touched yourself at night to the thought and it's finally happening. He's inside of you, stretching you out, sinking in and in and in, inch by inch until he buries himself deep in your guts, until his tight and heavy balls are touching your folds. You're so sensitive you feel like you're ready to cream already, and you need it, need him, and need more. You grind your hips back on him, exhaling thickly as you rest your head against your forearm. “So fucking ready for me…”

His hand cracks down on your ass. It hurts so well and you wince, arching your back further. He sighs, kneading your skin softly. Then he pulls out, inching out until only the tip sits idly in you. You turn around to look at him, and doing that ignites his fire.

Your face is pathetic and fucked out already. Eyebrows knitted together and your eyes heavy, hardly staying open. Your lips are parted yet folded into a small frown, and perspiration rests at your hairline. You egg him on to slam into you, and he watches your frown drop into a wide ‘o’ shape, your eyes fluttering. So he does it again. And your lip now slips between your teeth. And again. And you drop your head back onto your arms.

And so Blade keeps up this pace, gradually going faster as the pit in his stomach urges him to do so. Your sounds are now uncontrollable—they fly out of you like a skipping record, incoherent babbles, and sinful moans. Each collision of your bodies elicits a visceral, wet slap that echoes off the walls of the alleyway. People around the world could probably hear what you're doing, and you're not sure if that bothers you…if the thought of a curious passerby walking down this alley naïvely would be an issue. If anything, it makes you get louder, your throat not getting to rest.

He hits you again, groaning when your pussy clenches around him. “You’re so fucking loud– you want somebody to find us?” Yes, that is what you want to say. But you moan out louder, shaking your head no. He hits you again. “Don’t lie to me,”

“You’re a fucking painslut,” he spits at you. He wraps his arm to reach your clit, immediately finding the bud and pinching it. Your knees go weak and he stabilizes you against him by pushing you further into the crates in front of you. You sniffle and whimper, presumably spilling tears down your filthy fucking face but doing nothing but asking for more. You've gotten so wet, dripping everywhere messily and Blade only cringes his face up with each wet collision. You're so nasty, so filthy, letting a stranger who you parasocial bonded yourself to defile you in public. He's feeding into your crazed delusions, but he’d honestly rather be doing nothing else. When he pinches your clit again your body shakes. Your knees buckle again and from the waist up you're basically limp. He feels you tighten around him and he sucks his teeth, parting your ass to peer at the milky ring forming around the base of his cock. “Did you just fucking cum?” Yes, you did. And you felt like Heaven doing it.

“You came ‘cause I pinched your clit…” he does it again and you jolt up, whining for him to stop. “So if I slap it…” he slaps it, eyeing you for your reaction. “Or rub on it like I love you…” his fingers run circles on your bud, feeling you get impossibly tighter around him. “So fucking easy.”

He resumes his thrusts like he never stopped—slamming into you unapologetically and now additionally, rubbing on your cute, abused clit. He's not going to last long at this rate. Your pussy gushes around him like a running river and the noises have gotten even nastier. Squelching and the occasional puffs of air escaping…you’re a mess.

“Love this fucking cunt,” he praises while pinching your clit. His free hand that rested on the small of your back is now holding onto your neck, forcing you to stand upright against him. Blade is lean but muscular. His arms flex and you feel his abs every time your bodies get close enough. His strong thighs touch yours and it's like you feel his entire body weight every time he pushes into you. “So good, ‘s so fucking good, Blade!”

The man laughs at your outburst. He angles his hips differently, trying so hard to find your sweet spot to get you creaming again. “Yeah?” he asks, tightening his grip on your throat. “Mhm-!” you concur.

“Where?” He’s sure he's found it, and he drives his hips up, groaning happily once he feels your gummy walls contract around him. “Here?”

Your head nods rapidly. “Yes, yes, yes–fuck! Right there, oh my fucking God!”

Neither of you are going to last. Blade’s balls are so tight and the way your pussy hugs him is even tighter. You suck him in like you never want him to leave, but your over-stimulated squeals and shaking thighs suggest otherwise. He’s found your sweet spot and is recklessly abusing it, going all or nothing. The way he toyed with your clit like a kitten pawing at a toy was too much—it started to hurt, to throb endlessly as your stomach knotted and your hole drooled. His grip on your neck was the icing on the cake. You felt like you could no longer breathe — like his thrusts were knocking the wind out of you and him choking you was keeping it out. Every little thing he did pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

He was even more merciless than before. Blade fucked into you harder, rougher, and faster than before, and you chalked that up to his orgasm catching up to him. You listen to his songs on repeat all the time but never have you heard him sing more beautifully than now as he digs your pussy out. You were really blessed with this night, and now it is coming to a very eventful end.

“‘M gonna fucking cum–!” You announce, and Blade nods his head in agreement. He slaps your cunt one last time, his fingers covered in your juices now tweaking at one of your nipples. “Me…me too, fuck.”

He leans into your ear, “Make me cum in this fucking pussy,” a throaty moan breaks his sentence, and you moan back, feeling it coming. “So close, so close…!”

It's this contraction that has Blade falling apart. He thrusts into you one last time, his eyes shooting wide open as he cums deep in you. He moans gutturally and shakily, feeling you clench tighter as you orgasm as well. His hips stutter in you and your hips ride back onto him as you both come down from your highs. The alley is now deafeningly silent and you flush in embarrassment from how loud you must have been. He lets your neck and tit go, using one hand to now spread your ass and pull out his cock. Your pussy is puffy and shiny, and when he’s out, he watches with a burning gaze as your mixture of cum starts to slightly spill out.

He groans, slapping your ass one last time. You two finally separate, and you turn around to look at him. You're sure he doesn't look as fucked up as you do, but even so disheveled and fucked out and sweaty as he is, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter. He pulls up his boxers and pants, fixing his shirt before he looks over at your mostly naked frame. He comes over to you, pulling down your skirt, and his doing this makes you feel less like a one-night stand, and more like one of his girls.

Being so close to you, he breathes you in. You smell like sex, but beneath that is a layer of whatever fruity perfume you sprayed on you, and it's delectable; so he kisses you. It's something he doesn't usually do, and he wouldn't have done it for you, but you entrance him. Perhaps it's because you're what he likes— he's met his match.

But you kiss each other passionately like you were trying to reignite the flame you just spent God knows how long fucking out. Your tongues are well acquainted with one another, swirling and bumping and riding past one another knowingly. He pulls away from you, looking in your eyes as he lets spit fall onto your tongue once again. You smile happily as you swallow it—God, you could do this forever. “Come back with me,”

You didn't expect him to say that. You blink your eyes a few times in disbelief. This night can't be any more unreal. He notices your confusion and smiles, “Is that a no–”

“–No! I'll come with you!” you don't know where he’s taking you, or what it means to go with him. You do know that you’ll have a lot to tell Yukong, NDA or not, and that you’ll never forget this day.

Smiling again, this time devilishly, Blade pulls away from you, pinching your cheek. “Good girl.”

[rotprincess]

Quinn Mossbacher x gn!reader

Warnings: I only watched like 3 episodes of white lotus, this will probably stray from canon because of that, probably OOC Quinn 😓, kinda mean grandma, awkward dialogue because Quinn is awkward, we will fix that perhaps. Bad punctuation. No beta we die like that mystery person in the first episode, this joke isn’t gonna age well once i actually finish the first season. No use of Y/N

Summary/Prologue?: Spending vacation with your grandma was a nice way to relax without having to deal with your family or responsibilities. It also allowed you to enjoy a little freedom, and flirt with random people you thought were cute because, well, you’re at White Lotus hotel! You can let yourself go and do embarrassing things and be awkward because you won’t see anyone at that hotel ever again… but what if that’s a bad thing? What if you mess up so bad and accidentally fall in love with a socially awkward boy who you’ll never see again?

Sending this out into the void and hoping for the best, might continue if this is well received

Word count: 1k+

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It wasn’t nice to stare, but it was a teeny bit nice when it was a cute boy looking at you… kinda. Suddenly your limbs get ridged and now you have to over analyze and calculate your next move in order to make sure you don’t scare away a future fling. Now noticing how uncomfortable your swimsuit felt, as it clung to your body like a fresh bandaid. You bit your lip, turning your head to look back. There he was, the cute redheaded boy who probably had terrible manners due to his poor upbringing, well not poor as in broke considering he’s spending vacation in Hawaii, but it was still a little endearing the way he openly ogled your frame. You flashed him a small practiced smile, taking notice the way his jaw slackened a bit. The ego boost was much appreciated.

You went over to grab your bag laying on the sand, still feeling his piercing blue eyes on your lower back. You would have liked to stay for a little while to continue snorkeling but your grandma said she wanted to have lunch together. After opening your bag you grabbed and dried yourself off with a towel, taking a small glance at the boy. To your dismay, he wasn’t looking at you anymore, too preoccupied with his dad. A part of you hoped you’d see more of him, but the hotel’s too big and your grandma’s probably going to drag you to the hot yoga and massage place because you’re “too tense”.

You might have been too obvious with your subtle long glances as both him and his dad turn to look at you. Your eyes widen, heat rising to your cheeks as you rush to leave the shore. Great, now you made a fool of yourself. You wouldn’t see him ever again so it’s fine right?

Loud incorrect buzzer.

So stupid to assume you wouldn’t cross paths again. You went over to this nice open buffet, tried to enjoy it, but they sat directly across from you and your grandma. The place was packed so you couldn’t even ask your grandma to sit somewhere else to get a better view of the ocean. Thankfully you didn’t make the mistake of telling your grandma what had happened, she would have been nudging you and making comments about them a bit too loud to be considered appropriate. You ate too fast, throat feeling rough from the amount of food you scarfed down. You attempted to avoid small talk with your grandma in order to leave faster but she was insistent on sitting down and enjoying her long awaited meal.

You rested your head in your palm, you would have learned by now not to stare but he was just too cute not to look at. You locked eyes for what seems like the 100th time today and smiled, building up enough confidence to send a small wave his way. He nodded his head in acknowledgment, his mouth slightly ajar. Your smile turned awkward, cringing internally at yourself as you tried to place your focus somewhere else. Your eyes darted across the room, going from admiring the plants to the lights to the paintings till you ran out of things to look at and finally laid your eyes back onto the boy. He was busying himself with his phone as his dad rambled on about something, you were too far away to hear, at some point he gestured towards you, then it hit you, they were talking about you. By then your grandma got up to leave, making you rush to pick up her bag. The quicker you left the better.

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You spent the rest of your day tossing and turning in your bed, flicking through channels on the tv till you landed on an animal documentary. Your grandma was nice enough to get you your own separate hotel room just across from her’s. She said she “respected your privacy” but it was probably so she could pretend she was vacationing by herself. As the sun started to set you turned off the tv and stared out the window; watching as the sky turned from beautiful shades of orange and pink, to dark blues and purples. You tried to enjoy the scenery as you slowly felt yourself drift off to sleep, but you heard a loud slam a few doors down, startling you enough to the point where your heavy lidded eyes flew open.

You dragged a hand over your eyes, trying to rub the tiredness away. You put on some sandals and walked out onto the shore; it was empty, the umbrellas and white lounge chairs having been stored away. You sat down, close enough to the ocean for it to brush small waves over your feet. You wished you could fall asleep right now, but you didn’t feel like getting mistaken for a weird homeless person who washed up on shore. You stretched your arms out, feeling the light breeze on your skin. The sound of rough footsteps caught your attention, you turned and saw the boy from earlier sitting down on one of the only lounge chairs on the beach. He was covered in a thick white blanket and had his electronics laid out on the sand, you cringed at the thought of them getting washed away. Suddenly you heard a whale, and saw its tail splashing in the water.

You looked back at the boy; you wanted to save his electronics before any serious damage was done. You got up and made your way towards him. “Beautiful whale right?” You asked, stopping a few feet away from him. He let out a sound of approval, nodding his head. “So.. what are you doing out here so late? If you don’t mind me asking?”

The boy shrugged, “I‘m gonna sleep here.”

“Why?”

“Cause.. my sister and her friend kicked me out.”

“Oh..”

Your eyes dropped to look at his electronics, taking notice of the Nintendo Switch and tablet on the floor. “You not scared of your stuff getting washed away? The waves reach pretty high… I’ve seen it.”

He shrugged yet again. You fidgeted with your hands, you wanted to ask something but you were afraid of it being too forward; but then again, you wouldn’t see him ever after this vacation, so it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Do you uhm.. do you wanna sleep in my room? I got space.” You watched as his face scrunched up, yup you definitely were too forward. “Aren’t you staying with your— grandma?” Your lips pursed and you shook your head, “No, I have my own room.” Before you forgot, you told him your name. He nodded, and a few minutes of staring passed before he got the memo. “I’m Quinn.”

You nodded, crossing your arms. “Lovely name, so are you gonna take me up on the offer or are you gonna let your stuff get washed away?” You said with a tilt of your head. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, looking down at his stuff, then to the water, and back down to his stuff. You could see the gears turning in his head as he looked you up and down and let out a sigh. “Okay…”

“Great! Your phone’s gonna thank me later. You need to charge anything? I got some spare cables?” You said, squatting down to help him grab his stuff.

“Uhh not right now.”

You nodded your head, and grabbed his hand, not missing the way his arm tensed up before relaxing in your hold.

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Woah big mama, hope yall like… switch the stones for tomatoes pls. Like comment and subscribe for more bangers!!!!

[maldaptivedreamer]

Locker Room Fantasies

You attempt to relax in the empty locker rooms. Tyler helps.

content: Not proofread, not accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc character, fem reader, smut, shower sex, voyeurism, masturbation, multiple orgasms, spitting like once, oral (reader receiving), empty but sex in public space, lack of shoes in public shower

wc: ~2.7k

a/n:  Just a PSA, if you use a public shower, wear shoes. Also be safe.

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

A weary breath escapes your nose as you scan your badge across the card reader. It flashes green before the door clicks open with a loud buzz. The sound of your thick boots clicking on the ground echoes throughout the room. Scanning the rows of lockers, your voice bounces on the tiles as you call out, “Hello?”

Closing your eyes, a sigh of appreciation escapes your lips as you reach your locker. Sitting on the bench, you hunch over, rubbing your face in exhaustion. Your tense body protests at the position, but you ignore it. Massaging your shoulder, you silently pray that a shower will provide some relief.

Roughly rubbing your burning eyes, you push yourself up. Unlocking your locker, you mechanically proceed to prepare for your shower. With a lazy slam, you close the door and take a deep breath before heading to the shower stalls.

Your feet silently pad across the floor. The frigid tiles bleed through your socks, sending a chill up your spine.

Entering the stall in the far corner, you hang your towel on the metal hook. Carelessly dropping your soap onto the damp floor, you reach for the flimsy gray curtain. It shuts with a loud clink.

The bright fluorescent lights dull slightly as you pull the curtain closed. You twist the knob of the shower, and it sputters on, a few drops of lukewarm water catch the skin of your hand before fully springing to life.

Flicking away the stray droplets, you begin to undress. Slowly peeling off each layer of your sweaty uniform, you pile them haphazardly in one corner of the stall. Stepping under the hot spray of water, you close your eyes. You let out a sigh of relief as the warmth cascades over your tired muscles.

Leaning forward, you rest your forehead against the cool tile wall, letting the water run down your back. After a moment, you push yourself away from the wall and bend down to grab your soap. With a firm squeeze, you release a glob into your palm and raise it to your hair. Your fingers work through each strand, massaging your scalp and releasing any tension that lingers there.

Rinsing your hair, you can feel a familiar tingling sensation spreading through your body. Swallowing, you allow your mind to drift. There’s no one here. You could just listen and stop if someone walks in.

Biting your lip, you scrub your soapy hands along your body. Your breath catches in your throat as you experimentally brush a hand over your erect nipple. Slowly, your other hand follows suit, tracing a path down to your core where you tentatively press a single finger to your clit, eliciting a sharp gasp.

Your anxious eyes dart around the stark white walls, hyper-aware of any noise outside of the stall. But you don’t stop. The thrill of being caught only fuels your desire and you continue to explore your body with growing confidence.

Stepping out from under the warm spray of water, you bend over and place a hand against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Your legs spread wide, and your fingers begin to trace slow circles around your sensitive clit, quiet moans fall from your lips.

Despite the temptation to tease and prolong the pleasure, you resist and slowly insert your fingers into your dripping core. You release a desperate moan, but you quickly stifle it by pressing your cheek against the tiles, providing some relief to your flushed skin.

You thrust your fingers in and out of yourself, feeling the slick walls of your pussy clenching around them. Each time, your palm grazes over your swollen clit. The sound of wet squelching mixes with the steady stream of water.

With eyes clenched shut and thighs trembling, you risk letting out a louder moan. Moving your hand from the wall to your mouth, you muffle your noises as you quicken the pace of your fingers.

Tears form a misty veil over your eyes, blurring your vision as you watch your hand plunge into yourself. Fingers curl tightly and disappear, your palm slaps against your clit with loud smacks.

The overwhelming pleasure consumes you, making it almost impossible to hear the loud buzz of the door. Your gasp is stifled as you freeze, every muscle tense.

Heavy footsteps reverberate through the room, each one causing your heart to race faster. You strain to listen for any indication of who walked in, fingers still buried deep inside of you.

With your legs pressed tightly together, you can feel the desperate ache pulsing through your body. But you don’t move.

“Hello?” Tyler's accented voice breaks through the silence, sending shivers down your spine.

Your walls clench around your fingers and your eyes roll back in pleasure. Swallowing hard, you try to regain composure as you reply with a slight crack in your voice, “Hey.”

You can almost see him furrow his brows from behind the thin curtain, his deep voice calling out your name in question. “You good?”

You nod, clearing your throat with a wince. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

The sound of metal clanging echoes through the room as he opens his locker. His footsteps draw closer to your stall as he asks, “Good… Mind if I take a shower?”

Your fingers twitch as you answer, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "No, of course not."

There is no response, and you press your forehead against the cold wall, trying to calm your racing thoughts. Your mind races with the potential consequences of being caught. Pushing your worries aside, you decide that you can be quiet. Really quiet. And careful.

Just as you come to this resolution, the sound of running water fills the air as the shower next to yours turns on.

Your whole-body tenses and you turn to face the wall that now separates you from him. Chewing on your lip anxiously, you slowly begin to grind your fingers in and out of yourself, careful to keep your movements silent and undetected. A mix of guilt and desire washes over you as you touch yourself.

“How was your day?” The timbre of his voice breaks the silence of the room, sending shivers down your spine. You imagine him running his hands along his body as he talks to you, just as you had done to your own earlier. The sound of his voice intensifies the sensations coursing through your body.

With a sigh that he mistakes for exhaustion, you reply, "Long." You rest your back against the wall and lift a hand to your chest. You palm at your breast, as your fingers scissor into you.

Your eyes fixate on the wall in front of you as he grunts in agreement. With each thrust and touch, you feel yourself growing more confident and lost in pleasure. Nibbling on your lip, you loudly gasp out his name, "Tyler."

For a moment, there is only silence as he pauses. You can feel the burn of his eyes on you through the wall. His voice is low when he responds, "Yeah?"

Leveling out your voice, you speak. “Tell me about your day.”

His movements are hesitant as he starts moving again. “Went on patrol and was partnered with Alex again.”

You hum in response, and he continues, his voice rumbling in your ears as you press your fingers deeper into you. You shove two fingers into your mouth as you try to muffle your whimpers. “-can’t stand Alex. Told you they should partner us up again…”

You hope, pray, that his voice drowns out the noise of your messy pussy as you speed up your fingers, unable to restrain yourself.

He pauses on the other side of the wall, but you can still hear the faint sound of his hands moving. “Thought about you��� Was thinkin’ about you a lot.”

A surge of desire and anticipation runs through you as you feel yourself approaching your release. Your fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop. “Yeah?” Your voice is breathless and eager.

“Yeah.” Tyler’s voice is like velvet, deep and alluring. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, “Daydreamin’ about you. Your mouth. How tight you’d feel around my cock.”

Tyler's voice sends shivers down your spine, its husky depth drawing you further into him. Your mind races with images of his mouth on yours, and the tightness you know would come from him being inside you.

As you rub circles over your swollen clit, you try to muffle your screams, but the effort is useless. "Oh fuck! Tyler!"

The sound of the curtain being roughly pulled open and closed goes unnoticed as you scramble to steady your trembling body against the wall.

Suddenly, you feel a strong hand on your hip, as his other engulfs your cheek. You gasp as Tyler's lips press against your ear. His growl echoes through you, sending chills of desire through your body. "Thought I heard somethin’ in here," he says, his hands trailing over your slick skin. "Couldn't resist touching yourself, could you? ‘Spose I couldn't either."

You sneak a glance downward and feel a surge of desire as you take in his swollen, red cock. The flushed head beads a translucent pearl, just for you. A low moan escapes your lips as you realize that he had been pleasuring himself while talking to you.

Tyler’s large hand move down your skin before he slowly pushes two thick fingers inside of you, the slickness and tightness engulfing them easily. Your body responds immediately, arching toward his touch. "Tyler, please," you gasp out.

"Shh," he whispers against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. "Gotta stay quiet, remember? Can't risk anyone else walking in on us."

Your hand folds over his, feeling each flex as he thrusts into you. You tug on his hair as his other hand raises to knead at your breast. You bite your lip hard, struggling to contain your noises.

Tyler’s erection presses insistently against your thigh, begging for attention. You squeeze his hand as his fingers curl into you before grasping him. His skin is slick with sweat, and he feels heavy and thick in your hand.

As he lifts his head from your neck, his brown eyes search yours. They darken with intensity as he finds whatever he was looking for and he presses a harsh, possessive kiss to your lips. He explores your mouth with his tongue, eliciting a soft whimper from you. With a low groan, he withdraws his fingers and turns you around, your hands instinctively falling to the wall for support.

Your head spins as you look down, catching a glimpse of him dropping to his knees. His throbbing cock bobs up and down as he bends over. He spits into your clenching core before spreading it with his thumb. Tyler lightly presses into you before withdrawing to press his lips against you.

Tyler's tongue delves between your folds, eagerly lapping at your slick heat. Despite his attempt to shush you, the sound of his mouth on you is unmistakably loud. The wet slurping of his tongue against your skin sends shivers through your body, and you gasp and push back against him, craving more of his touch. His big hands grip your thighs, holding you steady and open for him.

"Fuck, you taste lovely," he growls against you, sending vibrations throughout your body as he speaks.

You bite down on your knuckles to muffle your cries of pleasure. The shower continues to beat down on your back as Tyler devours you from behind. His tongue swirls around your clit before dipping inside you, fucking you with quick, firm strokes.

"Oh god, Tyler," you whimper, your legs trembling. You're so close.

He grunts and hums against you. His large hand slides up to squeeze and knead your ass, sucking hard on your sensitive clit.

Your orgasm crashes over you suddenly, like a wave breaking on the shore. Letting out a muffled cry of his name, your body trembles and shudders with each intense wave of pleasure.

With a final, languid lick, Tyler rises to his feet. He gives your ass a light slap and seeing the mark it leaves, he groans. “We’ll have to save that for another day.”

He spins you around and in one smooth motion, he lifts you up and presses you against the cool tile wall.

Tyler’s cock throbs against your stomach, and your breasts are crushed against his chest. As he leans in, your hand reaches up to caress his feverish cheek, bringing his face closer to yours. His breath is warm as it brushes against your face, “If anything gets to be too much, you let me know.”

His brown eyes meet yours and you nod with a smile. Kissing him, your hand trails down his chest. Feeling the familiar weight of him, you circle your thumb around his head. He gasps as you lightly stroke him.

His hands firmly grip your thighs as he pulls back. His breath catches against your lips as you guide him inside of you, feeling yourself open up to accommodate him.

Tyler's eyes lock with yours as he slowly pushes into you, stretching you. You both let out low moans as he bottoms out, filling you completely. For a moment, you both still, savoring the feeling of his thick cock pulsing inside of you.

Then, he begins to move, setting a steady rhythm. The water from the shower cascades over both of your bodies as he drives into you again and again. His hips snap against yours, driving his cock deep with each thrust. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, changing the angle slightly. A gasp escapes your lips as he hits that perfect spot inside you.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Tyler groans, his accent thicker with arousal.

You cling to his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pounds into you. Tyler's lips find your neck. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small stall, the running water doing little to hide your noises.

"That's it, love. Your takin’ me so well.” Groaning into you, he continues. “D’you think about it? About how I’d feel inside of you?”

Your breath hitches at his words. "Yes," you gasp out. "All the time."

His thrusts become harsher at your admission. One hand braces against the wall, raising your leg higher and giving him more leverage to drive into you harder.

"Tell me,” He demands, his voice rough with need. "Tell me what you’d think about when you stuffed yourself with your fingers."

"Imagined they were yours," you pant, struggling to form any coherent thoughts. "Filling me up, stretching me out. Imagined how you’d feel inside of me. How you’d make me yours as I screamed your name."

His grip on you tightens and he nudges you with his nose. Meeting his dark eyes with teary ones, he growls possessively. "You are mine. Aren’t you?”

The intensity in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You're there, right there.

"Yes. Fuck! Yes. I’m yours Tyler. O’ly yours, please, ‘m so close," you babble, clinging to him desperately.

"Cum for me, love," he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel you."

Your body responds immediately to his command. The tension that's been building inside you reaches its peak, and you come undone in his arms. Your inner walls clench tightly around his cock, and you bury your face in his neck to muffle your cries of ecstasy, your nails digging into his back.

Tyler groans deeply as he feels you pulsing around him. His thrusts lose their rhythm as he reaches his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and cums with a muffled shout against your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his release filling you as his cock pulses within you.

For a long moment, you both stay still, panting heavily as you come down from your highs. The water from the shower continues to cascade over your intertwined bodies. Tyler presses his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he catches his breath.

Slowly, he lowers you back to your feet, keeping a steadying hand on your waist as your legs wobble beneath you. You lean against him, watching as his cum drips out of you onto the floor before disappearing down the drain.

You feel boneless and sated. Every part of you, relaxed.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hey ! How are you? I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but I had a request for Lancelot (4koa). I’m obsessed with this character. Could you do a headcanon (or just a one-shot) about a jealous Lancelot? The reader receives a lot of attention because of their sunny personality or beauty. Thank you <3

of course, who wouldn't love this sassy blonde prince? He might be a little ooc in this writing though.

He finally had the time to actually, and truly spend it with you. Focusing on nothing else but you, nobody else and especially not object of legend despite what he hears throughout the lands of Britannia, which he had only been through before. So in assurance, he had personally made sure you knew that he was keeping his attention on you, for the day. Which you were in high spirits about, as there were many things of topics that you wanted to bring up in passing, but had never gotten time to do so as the both of you were very busy, on both ends really. So here and now in actuality was rather nice, that Lancelot had made sure that you were the sole focus for the day.

Lancelot had taken to a known, but not very busy path as he knew there weren't many whom had taken a liking to traveling such a path. Though what left him in a small moment of confusion is as to why they wouldn't want to take it. No matter.

He was here with you, "Im assuming from the look on your face, yer about to explode." Lancelot sang, breaking the silence as he jabbed you in the shoulder with a snarky grin. To some it may appear to be mean, but you knew it was only one of his many jesters. As someone like him, you'd have to have a good and long-running amounts of patience to truly converse the threads of which strayed along the walls he built. Even in better and earnest chances would you had an easier time if the two of you had met during the years of your childhood.

"Maybe?" Your voice trembled just for a slight moment, then you conceded to defeated as you nodded in agreement. Hearing him laugh, he languidly laced his fingers with yours. Gentle as can be, even despite the smolder of fire lit by a previous warrior in those eyes of his, that he was about kind. His face was washed over by his usual expression, with one that said about everything.

"Come on." He spoke, "I wanna hear it all."

"I am chatty you know?" You shot back, and the expression of disbelief he promptly gave you almost made your knees buckle with laughter. Watching as he shook his head in disagreement.

"If it was anyone else, I would've been long gone by now." Lancelot remarked, tilting his head. Marking a clear sign of honesty in those words of his, if you had heard him say the very same thing when you two had first met, you wouldn't have believed him. So finally, you relaxed yourself, sighing as you pulled yourself together. Instead of your giggly mess of a self previously taking residence.

"Okay! so..." You then began going off on a tangent; correlating the most interesting events, the enemies who held the most interest, a fresh new injury you got, and so on. Despite your sunshine personality and beauty, you could also be perceived as someone of a high danger level. Though it is rare, as you demeanor gives many a false impression of your ability to hold yourself in battle. Lancelot knew this much, far more than others, and so he felt for the poor souls that had to come cross swords with you in battle. Although he couldn't deny his immense pride for you, even if it was startling, he was always proud of you.

In immediate conquest, ripping away his joy of partaking in the good conversation you both had going. There was a crowd of fairies invading your space, singing praises and oohing at the face of your beauty. There were even a few that you both had recognized, so you made small-talk, oblivious to the pot of burdening feelings brewing within the knight of war.

Though you two had continued onward after sending the fairies on their way, you could tell there was something albeit off about Lancelot. Even with his more affectionate demeanor which he usually only displayed around you, he seemed slightly different.

"Lance," You muttered, "Are you okay?" You asked, your hand drifting over to his, seemingly shoved in the confines of his pocket. Lancelot's eyes shot up at the mention of the nickname, specifically reserved for him alone. He tilted his head, the shrug of his shoulders, oh you knew what he was feeling right now. But you weren't sure if you should push it at all, maybe you should let him come to terms with the feelings on his own, he seemed far more amiable to something like that.

"I'm good, don't need to worry about me." He finally said, making you sigh. But you decided to leave it alone like you thought about, wanting him to talk about it on his own, as due to experience, Lancelot is extremely and particularly hardheaded.

On the way back to the end of the road, you had found yourselves at the beginning of one of the many entrances into Liones. Startingly so, not even after a few moments, two minutes even that you had been stopped by two ladies that had wanted to make the time to tell you how wonderful and beautiful you are. Which had surprised Lancelot, as he had never once spoken with the pair before, but it had seemed you did from how closely you spoken with them. Taking their compliments in stride, which once again had dug into his gut. He didn't know why he was feeling this way, but it was at all today that he's come to learn how often you get complimented and the amount of attention you receive from many who's come across you.

Finally, once finally you had been done talking with them. Lancelot decided to speak, "I don't understand how you've gotten so popular." He chides, yet jokingly. You just shrugged with a weak chuckle, almost unsure of it yourself. But he could tell, he knew. Lancelot didn't really like it when someone had such an attention on you, and for him, he was supposed to give you such attention. He had and have wanted to dedicate today specifically for such a thing.

"Beats me." you blinked for a moment, having said such words. Receiving attention is not something you weren't used to, but something you quickly had become used to it anyway. One person, and one person alone you could handle it, and that was Lancelot.

You went back and forth with yourself within the confines of your mind, "Maybe it'll stop now?" You said with a small smile, tugging him along by the forearm, a gentle tug. "Come on, I know a really good restaurant!"

Lancelot's burdens are nothing short of easy, feelings in the matter as well. But mind over matter was the last thing he wanted right now, this was you, a source of light in the midst for all that it was of his struggles. Even as a knight of apocalypse, you still smiled at him all the same.

Despite his negative emotions, which are quite normal to feel as he's come to recognize, always wash away in the fate of your warmth.

[starryylies]

Tf-141 and Roblox.

<This is a kinda satire post cuz I’m stupid and I can’t think. Im so sorry if its really out of character and stupid but hope you enjoy>

Reader is younger (19-20), cussing, mention of bullying kids (satire), ooc, live love Roblox and yes

~ Me on Roblox ~

Price-

-he didn’t know what Roblox was until you explained the whole thing to him.

-he first thought it was a blocks game for kids

-he calls it roadblox 💀

-you made him start off playing speed run with you since you both could play together and race :D

-but long story short he could not finish through the first level.

-he always strayed away from the path and ended up dying more than 7 times in 5 minutes.

-easy to say he got frustrated and stopped playing the game :(((

-you convinced him to try another game which is easier Better for beginners

- he agreed and you made him play tower of hell

- he hates it.

-played speed draw once and got annoyed that his masterpiece of a drawing lost to a scrambled egg.

-doesn’t play Roblox again. Buys you robux though.

Simon-

-‘’what the fuck is robust love!?!?’’

-‘siiii it’s robux’

-‘I ain’t playing that

-‘you don’t have to play just pay 🥺’

-‘I ain’t paying for that unless I know what this shit is’

- he regrets saying that.

-you made him play aimblox.

-he fails miserably.

-calls it a stupid game for kids (HOW DARE HE!?!)

-you get pissed at him. (Pissed as in you don’t talk to him for a day)

-he makes it up to you by buying robux.

-(love is in the air again 😍)

-won’t ever call it a stupid kids game again. (Learnt his lesson)

-you find him trying to play Roblox again when he’s alone, trying to get better.

-he will deny that he enjoys the game till the end of time.

-he reaches lvl70 in a week.

-blames you for making him addicted to the game.

-loves you though. (Loves the game too won’t admit it though)

Johnny‘’Soap’’MacTavish-

-likes shooting games a lot.

-plays lots of themmmm.

-has a family with three kids in Brookhaven with two pet chickens which he sometimes eats.

-(I’m vegetarian)

-you’re his family on Brookhaven and he named the kids with your name and his name mixed.

-will fight kids in speed draw. Literally.

-jk he doesn’t bully kids he just starts writing in hashtags when he’s pissed. Or Scottish.

-loves breaking into other peoples (gaz’s) home in Brookhaven.

-loves going to those restaurant games with you.

Kyle ‘gaz’ Garrick-

-pro gamer.

-loves zombie uprising and many shooting games.

-loves those short horror story games.

-loves going on them with you to scare the shit outta you. (He’s the one who gets scared)

-pretty rich in Brookhaven.

-has lots of robux on him.

-has finished all the stages in speed run with all the dimensions.

-pro in tower of hell, like actual pro.

-tried playing mimic, he never tried again.

-plays the special forces stimulator just to make fun of it.

-his house in Brookhaven always gets broken into.

-realises it’s soap breaking into his house.

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[behindthesoul]

Shang Tsung request. This is an idea I did in a MK roleplay. Reader is Kitana and Mileenas younger sister. She accompanies Mileena everytime she gets a Serum from Tsung. Kinda a forbidden love story since he is only doing that to gain the empress favor c: You can make it either fluff or angst at the end

Forgotten Child - Ch. 1

Shang Tsung x Reader

Masterlist || Next Part

Characters - Shang Tsung, you, Sindel, Mileena

Summary - As Sindel’s forgotten child, no one noticed how the snake wrapped his way around your heart.

Word Count - 1150

Warnings - gender neutral, implied smut, no one cares about reader, everyone’s probably OOC, Shang doesn’t know if he loves you or not.

A/N - my friend you do not know what you have created

It was tough being Sindel’s youngest child. A majority of the spotlight was on the eldest, Mileena. After all, she’s heir to the throne. A smaller light was shone on your other sister, Kitana, by her supporters who felt she was more deserving of the throne than Mileena. But you? You were forced to find comfort in your sisters’ shadows. Each time you tried to claw your way out and carve your own path, your royal duties forced you back in.

To the realm of Outworld, you were Sindel’s other child. Not important to anyone.

To Shang Tsung, you were everything. He first laid eyes on you when he snuck his way into the palace grounds. Words could not describe just how ethereal you looked. He overheard you talking to a few servants; your voice was meek, a stark contrast to the confident voices your family possessed. Shang needed more of it, so he introduced himself.

It was a perfect idea - not only could he gain the empress’ trust by managing Mileena’s Tarkat, he could also gain the trust of her child by courting them. Shang lied as easily as he breathed. He knew it wouldn’t be difficult to make you fall in love.

And you did. You attended every one of Mileena’s serum sessions. Her Tarkat diagnosis was devastating to your entire family, you saw how it destroyed the bodies of its victims; you couldn’t bear to see her suffer under the same fate. Though, you couldn’t lie and say you attended these sessions only to support her. Each week you saw Shang, you grew more and more fond of him.

You and Mileena walk the hallway to Shang Tsung’s laboratory, hand in hand. Her hand is clammy and it makes you want to pull away. Your thumb rubs circles on the back of her hand, trying to soothe her. Mileena never tried to put a brave face on for you, you know how terrified she is at the idea of succumbing to this illness.

“Princess,” Shang says, as he hears the two of you approach. “Not a minute too soon. Please, lay down and we will start.”

You walk Mileena over to the table and help her lay down. You brush stray hair from her face in another attempt to comfort her. The focus on Mileena is interrupted by Shang.

“I would appreciate an extra hand…” he trails off, and you rush over to him before he gets another chance to speak, missing how Mileena’s eyebrow quirks in curiosity. As soon as he sees you’re out of her sight, Shang wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“My, how I’ve missed you.”

You stifle a laugh, as to not alert Mileena. “We were together last night, do you not remember?” You take a quick glance around the laboratory, but you’re interrupted by your lover taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him.

“A moment’s break from your gaze is an eternity past,” he hums. Shang walks toward Mileena, serum in hand. You notice how you didn’t even help him at all.

It really was no surprise when the two of you became official. But you were caught off guard when your mother found out.

“You asked to see me, mother?’ You ask, immediately feeling the tension when you walk into her bedroom. Sindel’s eyes pierce into your body, but your body protects itself by averting her gaze.

“I have eyes, you know.”

“Excuse me? I don’t understand.” Your chest tightens, not knowing where she’s getting at.

“Your relationship with the sorcerer. I don’t know why you thought it wise to court him.” She sees that you are about to speak, so she continues before you get the chance. “You doom your sister to death by distracting Shang Tsung. You will end your relationship immediately.”

You shake your head, slightly angry. “I am a distraction to no one! My courtship does not put my sister in harm’s way. Should it, I’d strike Shang Tsung down where he stands.”

Sindel walks closer to you while crossing her arms. “This is not a conversation open to argument. You will listen to your Empress, and you will not risk your sister’s life.” You want to roll your eyes at her, but you restrain yourself. It would only make this conversation worse for you.

“Mother, can’t you see that I am happy? Just once I wish you’d think about my happiness and not Mileena’s! My life is important too.”

“But your life is not the one of Outworld’s future leader. You will put her needs first.”

You can feel your heart breaking with her response. Tears start to fall as you walk out of her room. Sindel calls after you, but you don’t stop moving. Your legs unconsciously carry you to the place that comforts you the most: the palace gardens.

To your surprise, Shang Tsung is there. It’s as if he was waiting for you. He looks over at you as he hears your footsteps, and he makes his way over to you. He sees the sad look on your face and offers you his hand. The two of you slowly walk around the garden. It’s dark; the night brings a chill, drying the tears that stain your face. Shang is silent, but his hand holding yours says everything you need to hear. You look into his soft eyes, he wants to speak, but he holds back and allows you to make the first move.

“Not once in my life have I truly felt my mother’s love for me,” you choke out. “Not once have I been her priority.”

Your hands shake and your heart feels like it’s about to beat out its chest. “Does my age mean I am irrelevant?” You sob harder as Shang pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. He frowns in anger.

“You, more than anyone, deserve to have the realms bow at your feet,” he mutters. “Not many are wise enough to admire and worship your beauty. Trust that I am here, darling, and that I know your worth.”

You look at him, eyes puffy and shoulders slumped - still beautiful in his eyes. Your feelings for him almost hurt, and you pray he cares for you just as much. Unable to find the right words, you kiss him. It’s not enough, he needs to know how much you burn for him.

So you kiss him again, noting how he softly sighs as your hand travels up his thigh. He pulls away and unties your robes; he admires the shine of your skin.

“I love you, more than anything,” you announce, “more than anyone.” You giggle when he smirks at your words. That’s all he needed to hear.

You’re so drunk in love that you ignore how he’s never told you he loved you, too.

[sweaty-toothedpoet]

Hey, Todd.

I know you’re not the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day, so I won’t make a huge deal out of this again if you don’t want me to. I just wanted to give you something special because you’re special to me.

It’s not much, but I got you a copy of Leaves of Grass—a poetry collection written by Walt Whitman. I also wrote you an original poem, by hand, (of which I’ve transcribed here):

Cloudy blue eyes, see through me if you must; look upon me and mirror my vision in your graces. Warm hands, combat morning frost and hold what remains; share with me that of your world which you create. My dreamer, brightly burning, hold true to your ambitions, for none other than you may tread your path to the heavens.

Cloudy blue eyes, vast pools of depth and inner wisdom; see to it you never stray from your sonnets and prose. Warm hands, build a life for yourself and live unafraid; allow me part of it and I will cherish it beyond my grave. My dreamer, ever yearning, may your dreams never sleep, lest the days consume the last of the peace we keep.

But, of course, since this is your question submission box, I have to ask you a question.

Will you be my Valentine? ❤️

Love, Neil.

(ooc: hello everyone and happy valentine's day!! for today i thought id do a special post, so there's semi-literate rp under the cut!! ♡♡)

Todd couldn't even keep the trembling smile off his face for a single second; that was how happy the poem Neil had written had made him. In fact, he'd been staring down at it for the past ten minutes, at least. His cheeks were scalding to the touch when he brought up an absent hand to touch them, and he was sure they were flushed bright pink to match the little heart Neil had tacked on at the end. It was only when he heard a clattering sound coming from down the hall that he finally jumped from his trance, heart racing as he stared at the door with wide eyes, before cursing and turning to the veritable mountain of Valentine's paraphernalia he'd collected in preparation for the day.

It grew more and more embarrassing the longer he looked at it-- a plush white teddy bear, a box of chocolates, fake flowers, real flowers, a card, candy, some dubious looking dipped strawberries he'd made with Charlie-- all of it looking more and more like trash in comparison to Neil's thoughtful gift. In truth, Todd had always disliked Valentine's day; if not for the constant reminder that he would never be a part of one of the sappy couples around him, then intense embarrassment when he recieved a letter from some poor oblivious girl that he was then teased about relentlessly, until he was forced to avoid her to the point of running away every time she was in the room until she finally got the hint.

Okay, that second part was maybe a bit specific, but it had happened to him no less than three times, so.

He'd initially been dreading the day, mainly because of his previous experiences, but also because he had no idea how he was meant to act now that he did have someone to spend it with. It hadn't been something he'd ever thought about before, and now, in the face of a relatively new relationship with somebody he'd rather die than disappoint, well. It was daunting, to say the least. He'd went to Knox for help, first, who ever the romantic had suggested stuff so cheesy Todd felt his stomach curdle with mortification just thinking about it. (How the hell was he supposed to get a boombox and sing Neil a love song outside their window?? Their dorm was on the third floor!) After that, he'd gone to Charlie in a fit of foolishness, hoping the other boy would reign Knox in, but that only resulted in relentless teasing and then sincere suggestions that were somehow worse than Knox's. The internet hadn't been much help, either.

Now, though, looking down at the poem Neil had written for him, about him, he felt his worries disappear. Here was a tangible reminder of how much Neil loved and cared about him, plain to see, proof that it didn't matter what he gave the other boy, because he'd treasure it regardless. That person had probably been right when they'd said Neil would appreciate it even if Todd gave him a dirty shoe.

The dredges of a grin still clinging to his face, Todd walked over to the bed and, after some consideration, picked up the real flowers and the stuffed animal. He couldn't stop the rush of fondness he felt when he thought about what Neil would name this teddy bear. The rest, well...that could be a surprise. Still thinking of the look on Neil's face when he saw the gifts, Todd walked out the door, ready to find his boyfriend.

Always. 💜

[thetargaryenbride]

Nail To The Coffin - Chapter 5

Warnings: curse words, abusive father 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 8K

A.N: We’ve reached the point in the story where we meet Lonnie and see what kind of influence he had on reader. In the show it’s not specified what he had done in order for him to divorce Joyce but I looked it up and it turns out he was quite an abusive piece of shit. I’ve made that part of him stand out a bit more, hence why I’ve put the warning. Of course, feel free to give constructive criticism if you feel like something can be improved in the story or if I’ve made the characters OOC. It’s very important for me to try keep the characters in character so please correct me if you see me stray from that path haha. Hope you like the chapter~  ❤️

Masterlist || Chapter 4 || Chapter 6

After the discovery at the morgue, Hopper had brought you back home before driving off towards the lab, leaving you worried beyond belief. But that worry had gotten pushed aside momentarily when your eyes landed on an unfamiliar car parked in front of your house.

You quietly opened the front door and poked your head inside, not wanting to alert anyone as you strained your ears to hear if someone was in there.

“I don’t know what to do,” you heard your mother’s voice, and your body relaxed. For a moment there you had been filled with panic, thinking that this unfamiliar car had something to do with the people from outside the restaurant. You thought Hopper was right when he said he didn’t know how far they could go and that maybe they had come here to take you and your family.

“This whole time… I… I could… I could feel him,” she rasped out. “He was… He was so close. He was right there. I knew he was alive. Our hands… our hands were almost touching. Now it’s like I… God, it’s like I can’t feel him anymore… Don’t look at me like that.”

Before you even had the time to feel confused about what she was talking about and who she was talking to, you heard a familiar voice that you had hoped to never hear again.

“Like what?”

“Like how everybody is looking at me. Like I’m out of my damn mind!”

“Hey… You’re not gonna like this but I think you need to seriously consider the possibility that all this… It’s in your head.”

“I can’t believe you had the audacity to show up,” you snarled as you strolled further into the house, causing your parents to snap their heads to look at you.

“Y/N,” your mom stood up immediately and rushed to your side, pulling you in a tight hug. “Where have you been all day, sweetie? I got worried,” she sniffed as she looked at you, cupping your cheek and running a finger over the band-aid there.

“I’ve been with Hopper. We, uh…” you hesitated, your eyes darting between her and your father, as your hand went to grasp hers. “I’ll tell you all about it later, ok?”

“Hey, kid,” your moment was interrupted by the man approaching you and your soft expression morphed into an angry glare.

“Ma… I thought you threw away the trash,” you grumbled and your father let out a huff.

“Don’t speak to me like that, kiddo.”

“Or what? What are you gonna do? Hit me?” you challenged and your mother shut her eyes in despair, lips tightening. “And don’t call me ‘kiddo’. You don’t have that right,” you rushed past him as you went to your room and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a flashlight before heading out and towards the front door again.

“W-where are you going?” asked Joyce incredulously and you spun to face her.

“I dropped my bag in the forest, not far away from Hopper’s place. I’m going to go take it. If he’s still here by the time I come back, I’m gonna go sleep at a friend,” you explained as you quickly jogged out of the house, not giving your mom a chance to catch up with you and stop you. The plan was to go look for your bag tomorrow at sunrise and then go back home to wait for Hopper’s return before the funeral.

 At least you hoped and prayed that he would return.

But with your father in the picture, you didn’t want to stay at the house at all.

It took you a while.

You had to go all the way to the bottom of the quarry and trace your steps but eventually, you had reached the place where you had collapsed and gotten high to the point of passing out. You frowned as you bent to pick up your bag, rummaging through it to check if all your belongings were in there, just in case.

Everything was intact.

Good. At least one thing was ok in your life. It was small and insignificant but it was something.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you looked at your watch, noticing it was around midnight. You had been out here for a couple of hours.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned much eerier than you gave it credit for. You got chills all over your body and the horrible, gnawing sensation you had gotten the night Will had disappeared returned full force. You froze as you heard growling not too far away from you and rushed to turn off the flashlight, pressing your back against the tree. There was some shuffling and shortly after a deer came out of the bushes. You let out a sigh, body relaxing slightly.

But then something whizzed past your hiding place and jumped on the animal, tackling it on the ground. You gasped, hands flying to cover your mouth in an instant in order to stifle the noise. You were able to make out the shape of the creature. It looked nothing like an animal even if the way it tore off the deer’s flesh resembled a carnivore. If anything, it looked more like a disfigured human with no face. You tried to breathe as quietly as possible so as to not alert the creature. It didn’t have a face. It didn’t have eyes. But that didn’t mean it couldn’t hear you.

‘Probably the lack of some senses is compensated by the strength of others, like its ears.’ You thought to yourself as you breathed shakily into your palms.

Just like it came, it was gone, dragging the deer with it. To where you had no idea and you weren’t going to stick around to find out. You grabbed your bag and ran for it, not stopping for a second. You kept looking over your shoulder, thinking the monster would suddenly jump out from behind a bush or a tree and tackle you. You felt like it was watching you. Like it was just playing with you. Maybe it was just your imagination. Maybe it was just all in your head. But maybe it was real and this was just the creepiest “tag, you’re it” game you’ve ever played.

You ran and ran and ran until you reached your house, halting in front of it and giving the perimeter a scout with your eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t see the monster. When you didn’t see or hear anything, you let out the breath you were holding which sent you into a coughing fit. Only now did you feel the burning in your lungs.

After taking a couple of deep breaths and a moment to rest and calm down, the burning sensation was chased away and you could finally breathe normally. You silently entered home and cursed under your breath when you saw your father sprawled on the couch. You really wanted to leave and keep true to your threat of sleeping at a friend but you were so absolutely scared of going outside in the dark, not to mention exhausted, that you just wanted to curl under the covers and sleep it all off. But first, you needed a nice, long shower.

The shower helped your body relax. The tension was gone and replaced by calmness washing over you as you let the body wash and the hot water do their wonders. The pleasant sweet scent of [favorite scent] was welcomed after you had spent the past half an hour being able to smell only one thing – fear.

And it was definitely one of the most suffocating things you had the misfortune of exploring.

After drying your hair and throwing on some loose cotton pants and a t-shirt, you were ready to pass out. But your room seemed too big, dark, and empty. You did not have the courage to sleep here all alone. It was silly and you knew it. You were supposed to be braver. But sometimes you couldn’t stop fear from overtaking you and turning you into its prey. In such moments, all you needed was your family. So you didn’t hesitate to rush to your brother’s room, quietly opening the door and slithering in. You tiptoed to his bed and gently slid under the covers. He shifted a bit and turned around to face you.

“Did I wake you up?” you whispered guiltily and he shook his head.

“I wasn’t exactly asleep.”

The two of you lay in silence for a while until you decided to break it.

“I um… have something to tell you,” he propped himself up on one elbow in order to show he was all ears and you bit your lip as you tried recounting everything that happened. “Remember how me and mom saw that… thing in here a while back? And then she saw it again yesterday and judging by the hole in the wall, maybe she saw it today too?” you asked and he nodded. “Well… I was out in the forest until now and I saw it again,” you revealed and even in the dark you could see his eyes widening and filling with panic.

“Oh my God… Are you all right? I-it didn’t do anything to you, right?” he asked frantically and you sat up to grasp his shoulders and calm him down.

“I’m fine! It didn’t notice me. Then I ran when it went away.”

“W-what was it doing there?”

“Hunting? It took down a deer, tore it apart. I couldn’t very well see how because it had its back turned on me for the majority of the time. But the sounds of it all… Gosh, it was scary as hell,” you uttered and he engulfed your form in his arms. “I didn’t dare make a sound or move because I was too afraid it was going to hear me and come for me. I didn’t stop running after it left. I thought I would either c-choke to death or be torn to p-pieces. It was so scary,” you whined and his hold on you tightened.

“This thing is never going to hurt you, ok? Not while I’m around. I promise,” he muttered firmly in your hair and you nodded, burying yourself in his chest as you tried to calm down. “C’mon… try and get some sleep,” he whispered as he laid you back down and pulled the covers over you.

“I’ll be right here.”

“So, you and Nancy saw the same creature on the picture of Barb you had taken? And Nancy saw it near Steve’s house when she went to investigate?” you asked Jonathan as you were rummaging through your wardrobe for some black clothes and he nodded.

It was very early in the morning and nobody had woken up yet except you and Jonathan. You two were barely able to sleep for a couple of hours before waking up with the sunrise. Even if they were a couple of hours, it helped make you feel a bit better, considering you barely slept ever since Will’s disappearance. If you hadn’t passed out and slept for a whole night thanks to the drugs, you didn’t know how you could’ve properly operated now.

“I was thinking of going to investigate today. I’ll tell Nancy after the, uh… the funeral. I feel like she’d want to join me,” explained the boy and you bit your lip.

“Well, I’ll come with you. I suggest we get some weapons and practice shooting before going. We can’t go out there unprotected,” you offered.

“And you and Hopper went to the morgue to check the body? It really was a fake?” he asked quietly, hoping to hear your confirmation yet again.

You had told him about the fake body because you needed him on your side. You needed to team up in order to go against all this. And if Hopper didn’t return… then you really would need all the help you could get. So you told Jonathan and you had faith that he would keep it together and be able to help you.

Your mother on the other hand was a totally different story. You wanted to tell her so she could calm down but you were sure this would send her into another frenzy. Not to mention if she learned what you and your brother were planning on doing, she’d completely freak out and try to stop you. You were torn.

“Yes… it was a fake…”

Shortly after, you put on some black jeans, a black turtleneck and tied your hair in a ponytail before heading into the kitchen with Jonathan following you. He noticed the quick sneer you threw your father’s way and frowned. He didn’t want Lonnie here either. He hated him as much as you did. But Jonathan has always been more on the meek side. He wasn’t as expressive as you were about things. His hatred could be seen simmering within his eyes and in the twitching of his hands while in your case it was shown through glares, sneers, and sometimes curse words or sass.

He couldn’t blame you for not being able to hold back when it came to show your hatred for the man. You’ve experienced his abuse firsthand.

Not only would he get drunk and cheat on your mother but sometimes, when their arguments became too much, he would raise a hand to her. Rarely, but he’d still do it.

You have always done your best when it came to protecting Jonathan and Will, ushering them to hide in your room, the three of you staying there under the covers pretending it was a tent and you were outside camping and talking to each other, listening to loud music, trying to drown out the shouting. Many times you had tried being brave. When Lonnie would begin shouting at the boys for literally no reason, you would usher them into a room and begin arguing with Lonnie, going chest to chest. You always shifted his attention from the boys to you. You would insult him and belittle him, turning yourself into the main target so he could focus his anger and abuse on you instead. It was your duty as the oldest sibling. Most of the time, this would happen when your mother was at work. When she was present, what Lonnie did was neglect and ignore you. When he was alone with you, his disgusting side would show. On a couple of occasions, he’d even hit you. You had to beg Jonathan and Will not to tell anything to your mother because you didn’t want to worry her. You used to cover your bruised cheeks with foundation and your split lip with dark red lipstick.

Then one day, almost two years ago, things got way out of control. He and Joyce had gotten into a super bad argument. You and the boys had rushed into Will’s room, deciding to play music to drown out the shouting. But this had not given you peace of mind. You had been so tired of dealing with your father’s abuse you had wanted to put an end to everything. You had wanted your mother to finally divorce him.

The boys had been sitting on the bed, talking about funny things while listening to Will’s favorite song. You had your back glued to the door, arms crossed and one leg propped against it as you tried to listen to the shouting match through the music. Jonathan had given you a few signs to sit with them on the bed and join in on the storytelling in order to better distract Will. But something inside you had snapped that day. You couldn’t stand any of this any longer.

You had decided to go intervene in your parents’ argument. You had screamed out everything you thought and felt about the man and demanded they got a divorce. You had even pushed him away from your mother because he had been standing way too close for comfort. He had gotten so furious he backhanded you. The hit had been so hard it rattled your entire skull and sent you to the ground where you had hit your head one more time, knocking you out cold. Joyce had been absolutely outraged. Jonathan and Will who had been watching from behind a half-open door had immediately rushed to your side. Joyce had begun hitting Lonnie’s chest and screaming at him, joined by Jonathan shortly after, the two of them successfully managing to kick the man out of the house. In the meantime, Will had been crying and shaking as he tried to wake you up.

You had woken up sometime later with the most shattering headache ever, a burning cheek, and a split lip. Your bruises had taken a whole week to heal and your concussion had taken almost sixteen days to get rid of. You had had to struggle with dizziness, nausea, headaches, blurry vision, exhaustion, and sensitivity to light for some time and your family had to take care of you as if you were a baby and not the oldest sibling. You had never felt more vulnerable and useless.

Needless to say, your mother had contacted Hopper about it and he had acted out a restricting order. Lonnie couldn’t come close to any of you even after he tried apologizing many times after the incident. Your mother had filed for divorce. This incident had been the last straw. She easily had been able to take custody of all the children which eventually caused Lonnie to move out of town for good.

“What are you doing?” asked Jonathan quietly as he watched you open the fridge and take out different products.

“I’ll just make some sandwiches for the kids.”

“The kids? Are you thinking of going to the Wheelers?”

“Yepp.”

“Why?”

“I just have something to discuss with them,” you replied reservedly as you expertly cut tomatoes and ham. Your brother decided not to press you any further and silently came to help you make a couple of sandwiches.

“You’ll come to the funeral, right?” he asked hesitantly and you paused in your movements before nodding and resuming. “Ok… ok,” sighed the boy. “I know that this is a fake body that we’re burying but… we have to keep appearances as you said, right?”

“Right… Do me a favor and… don’t tell mom about the fake body yet. She’s probably going to freak out and refuse to have the funeral and that will draw attention on us. Bad attention,” you whispered as you wrapped each sandwich in a napkin before shoving them in a bag. “We have to keep playing their game, don’t we?” you gave him a tight smile before pecking his cheek and going to grab your black leather jacket, hurriedly leaving the house.

“Y/N?” Mike’s surprised voice greeted you as he opened the door. “W-what are you doing here? The funeral is in two hours!”

“I just want to talk to you, kids. You need to know some stuff that I learned,” you informed him and he let you in, leading you down to the basement where Eleven was sitting on the couch.

“Y/N,” she smiled when her eyes landed on you and you grinned, sitting next to her and giving her a side hug with your free arm which she shyly returned.

“I bring food alongside the news,” you lifted the fabric bag before placing it on the coffee table in front of you and digging out sandwiches for each of you.

“Oh, I love your sandwiches! I swear everyone always go to the diner you work at just so they can get your sandwiches and burgers!” exclaimed Mike as he quickly bit into the food and you smiled.

“I’m glad so many people ended up liking them. You gotta thank Amy for letting me integrate some of my recipes. The secret is all about the sauces,” you winked as you happily watched the children eat, smile growing when Eleven muttered ‘Delicious’ as she ate. “But I’m not here to talk about my recipes. I’m here to talk about Will. Are Dustin and Lucas coming? I don’t really wish to repeat the story.”

“Yeah, they should come any time now.”

Shortly after Mike had spoken out the words, the doorbell had rung and the two boys had joined you in the basement.

You told them all about your discovery yesterday. About the interrogation you and Hopper did, about his suspicions that higher-ups were involved in this, about Will’s fake body, and most importantly about the monster you had encountered in the forest last night. They had been quite terrified about the turn of events but showed bravery nonetheless. They, in turn, told you about all conclusions and suspicions they had formed about the whole situation and about sneaking Eleven into the school and having her use the ham radio to channel Will. And now they had gotten the idea of speaking to Mr. Clarke and ask for information about the Upside Down.

An hour and a half had passed as quickly as someone snapping their fingers and Mike had to go get ready for the funeral, leaving you four at the basement. Dustin and Lucas decided to occupy themselves with some game, leaving you and Eleven sitting in silence.

“You know, if you ever get tired of the boys you can always come to me. We can spend some time together, go pick pretty clothes, do each other’s hair; that kinda stuff. Just have fun, us girls,” you smiled at her and she returned it as she reached to grasp a strand of your hair, then moved her hand to your face and softly traced the lines of your features before quickly withdrawing her hand.

“Pretty,” she muttered and you gave her a big smile as you did the same, finger tracing the side of her face and bopping her on the nose before you withdrew it.

“Pretty,” you said and she smiled before closing in on herself again. You pitied the poor girl. It was obvious that she didn’t have a normal childhood and was traumatized beyond belief. She couldn’t even speak properly. You couldn’t even fathom what kind of disgusting people would keep a child and abuse it and prevent it from learning. You wanted to do anything in your power to protect her and shower her with the love and care she needed and deserved.

Bad people.

You wondered if these bad people were the same who fucked up with the monster and got Will into this mess. Who else could it have been?

“Say… are the bad people you were talking about the same who created this whole mess?” you asked after a while and she hesitated for quite some time before nodding. “Who are they? The NSA? The Department of Energy?” she shook her head. “Was it the scientists? From Hawkins Lab?” you whispered and her eyes snapped to look at you, filling with fear.

Your face fell.

“Don’t tell,” she whispered as her eyes shifted to look at Dustin and Lucas who were busy laughing about something and you nodded in understanding.

If the boys knew that the lab was for real responsible for this whole mess, they would definitely go straight there in a reckless attempt to investigate. You really didn’t need anyone else to follow in Hopper’s footsteps. Especially children. It was probably better if they stuck with the “suspicions that higher-ups were involved” narrative for now. Eleven probably thought the same which is why she hasn’t told the boys about her entanglement with the lab yet.  

“It’s time to go!” came Karen’s voice, interrupting your train of thought.

You gave Eleven a tight hug, rubbing her back soothingly.

“We are going to fix this… I promise.”

You went to the funeral.

Even though there were a couple of moments when you had hesitated.

You didn’t approach the crowd of people standing in front of the open grave and the casket. You stood far away from them all, not caring what any of them would think. To be fair they would probably think you were too upset and in denial or something. All you could focus on now was the Hawkins Lab, Eleven, the monster, and Hopper.

Gosh, Hopper. You had forgotten about him for some time there. He didn’t call. He didn’t show up at the funeral either. Heavy worry was nestling itself in the pit of your stomach. You already wished for this farce of a funeral to end so you could get in your car and go hunt that monster and find your brother. A familiar figure entered your vision, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hey,” greeted Steve awkwardly and you gave him a small smile.

“Hi.”

He came to stand in front of you and looked at his feet, seemingly gathering some courage in order to properly face you.

“I, uh… I’m really sorry… about the camera incident,” he finally uttered as he lifted his gaze and locked it with yours. “I acted way out of line. You were right that the issue could’ve been handled in a peaceful way instead of with humiliation and breaking things,” he admitted and you gave him a tired, close-eyed smile.

“It’s all right, Steve. I know you were just being overprotective and jumping to action before thinking with your brain, as you always do. You just have to work on that-”

“I know! I will… I will,” he looked bashfully at the ground.

“I’m not the only one who you should be apologizing to, though,” you sighed as you nodded your head in the direction of your brother.

“Yeah… I plan on doing that.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while as you observed the people standing up to leave and throw roses into the gaping hole in the earth.

“I’m sorry about your brother,” murmured Steve and you shook your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for… That’s life for you,” you whispered as you looked down at your foot that was drawing patterns into the dirt.

Suddenly, you felt strong arms engulf your body, startling you.

“Don’t bullshit me… you loved that boy more than anything. Just… admit that you miss him and that you wish he was here. Cry, scream, anything. Don’t lock yourself off like that,” he muttered in your hair and you sighed as you rested your chin on his shoulder, arms going to grasp at his sweatshirt.

“I do miss him,” you whispered and he hummed.

You stayed like this for some time.

You could feel he was about to say something when your eyes landed on Mike, Dustin and Lucas, following Mr. Clarke.

“Excuse me, Steve, I gotta go,” you apologized as you broke the hug and hurried to leave his side and follow the boys, leaving him to stand there in utter confusion.

“We have questions… A lot of questions,” you heard Mike say to Mr. Clarke after you entered the building and noticed them standing not far away from you. You briskly walked towards them as they headed for a nearby table to sit at.

“Y/N,” greeted Mr. Clarke as he stood up to face you. “My condolences,” he offered his hand and you politely shook it.

“Thank you very much. I hope you don’t mind me joining you? I gotta look after them,” you smiled and he nodded, pointing at a free seat next to Lucas.

“So, you know how in Cosmos, Carl Sagan talks about other dimensions?” Mike didn’t beat around the bush and asked as soon as all of you gathered around the table. “Like, beyond our world?”  

“Yeah, sure. Theoretically.”

“Right, theoretically!”

“So, theoretically… How do we travel there?” inquired Lucas.

“You guys have been thinking about Hugh Everett’s Many-Worlds interpretation, haven’t you? Y/N, was it you who got them into it? I remember you being into that kind of material at one point,” lifted a brow the teacher and you chuckled.

“Well, you know me. I’m very much into Iron Man, have been since I was a kid, so there were a couple of times when I dived into engineering and physics. Then I jumped into the different subdivisions like nuclear physics, relativity, quantum mechanics,” you shrugged and the boys gaped at you in what you assumed was awestruck admiration. “But you know, I feel like history, archeology, anthropology, languages, and that kinda jazz is more my thing,” you cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, crossing your legs. “So what was Everett’s Many-Worlds interpretation about? It was something about parallel worlds? Parallel dimensions?” you tilted your head as you crossed your arms, rocking lightly in the chair as you picked your brain so you could remember what you had read about this.

“Yeah, exactly! It’s about parallel universes. He theorizes that there are parallels that exist, just like our world, but different infinite variations of it,” he explained. “Which means there’s a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened.”

“Yeah, that’s not what we’re talking about.”

“We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of Shadows,” intervened Dustin. “You know the Vale of Shadows?”

“An echo of the Material Plane where necrotic and shadow magic-“

“Yeah, exactly! If that did exist, a place like the Vale of Shadows, how would we travel there?” blurted out Mike and the teacher sank into a moment of deep thought before fishing out a paper plate and plucking a pen out of his pocket.

“Well… Picture an acrobat standing on a tightrope,” he described. “Now, the tightrope is our dimension. And our dimension has rules. You can move forwards or backward… But what if right next to our acrobat, there is a flea? Now, the flea can also travel back and forth, just like the acrobat. But here’s when things get really interesting. The flea can also travel this way-” he showcased. “-along the side of the rope. He can even go underneath the rope.”

“Upside down,” all of you muttered simultaneously and the man nodded with a smile.

“Exactly!”

“Ok, so we have these parallel worlds and one of them is obviously more flexible than the other. They are the flea, we are the acrobat. We can’t go to the… Upside Down… The question is, how is a connection made between the worlds that allow mingling to occur? That allows the flea to reach the acrobat? Is it like some sort of a tunnel? A wormhole? A… a gate?” you tried putting your thoughts into words and Mr. Clarke hummed.

“Well, you are correct. It would be impossible for us to travel to this place. Now, I don’t know why you’d suggest that the flea could be able to travel to here because that’s also impossible-“

“Let’s say it’s just a theory,” you intercepted.

“But let’s say that there is a way to form such a connection between the worlds that will allow the flea to travel to the acrobat and the other way round. You’d have to create a massive amount of energy. More than what humans are currently capable of creating, mind you, to open up some kind of tear in time and space. And then,” he folded the paper plate and pierced it with his pen. “You create the doorway.”

“A gate,” voiced Dustin and Mr. Clarke nodded.

“Yeah… but as you said, this is only…”

“Theoretical!”

“I have another thing to ask,” you pondered. “Let’s say that, as I already theorized, a connection – a gate – already exists. How do we… recognize it? How do we find it?”

“Well, I think if such a gate existed, we’d already know. It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole,” the last sentence sent you into a stupor.

This whole time, Will has been stuck in a whole other dimension. Another dimension right next to yours that you didn’t know how to access. Obviously, there was a gate. But that gate could be anywhere. It could have opened in the corner of some abandoned building for all you knew. It would take you days to search every nook and cranny in Hawkins, not to mention the outskirts and the forests. Days that could very well be Will’s last days alive because he was all alone in there, being hunted by a monster.

“Y/N!” someone snapped their fingers in front of your face, jerking you out of your zoned-out state.

“Are you all right?” asked Lucas and you gulped, nodding.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m… fine… I need to… go find my brother,” you smiled tightly as you stood up and excused yourself. “Thanks for coming, Mr. Clarke. And thanks for the explanation.”

The more you thought about where the gate could be located as you hurried to reach your car, the more you began realizing some things. For example, the monster took Barbara from Steve’s backyard. The following day, Nancy saw it nearby Steve’s house. Last night it appeared in the forest area near your house which wasn’t that far away from the Harrington’s residence. It had appeared in your house three times now too. And Will… it must have snatched Will right from the shed back home. There was a certain perimeter that the monster roamed through which meant the gate was somewhere in that forest area.

If this theory turned out to be true, that would save you a couple of days worth of searching. You were sure that Jonathan and Nancy would have cracked this by now and you were right. You bumped into them on your way to your car and Jonathan had explained to you exactly what you had been thinking about.

“It’s a good thing that we all share the same brain cell,” you joked and the two smiled. “So, you found a weapon?”

“Yeah,” he showed you the gun and you nodded in approval.

“Alright, I’ll go back home and grab the one we have. We’re gonna need more than one. Then I’ll come find you, ok? Take this,” you instructed your brother as you pulled a walkie-talkie out of your bag and shoved it into his hands. “The kids actually have some brilliant ideas, you know? They easily communicate with those even if they are far away from one another. I’ll be able to find you quickly.”

Earlier this morning you had fished Will’s walkie-talkie from underneath his bed because you had the feeling that you would need a little help with communication. And now your intuition proved to have been correct. You gave Jonathan Will’s walkie-talkie while you kept your own in your bag.

You had gotten one back when the kids got obsessed with them because Will had insisted you have one as well. You had to admit it was actually quite ingenious because you were able to communicate even if you were far away from each other. It was better than a phone because it was just as effective and not as expensive. And gods, mobile phones were extremely expensive – something only rich people could afford.

“See you out there, sis.”

“See you.”

A month ago

“Kid? What are you doing here?” asked Hopper with a tone and expression that were a mixture of curiosity and a tinge of worry.

“I need a… I need a favor,” you fidgeted as you looked at your feet. “Do you think you can… teach me how to shoot a gun?”

“Where is this coming from?” he asked gently as he came to stand in front of you. “Hey?” he put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed in order to grab your attention, lowering himself a bit so he can get a better look at your face once you finally lifted it to meet his. “I know it’s a dumb question but… is everything alright?” 

“It’s just that… The defense techniques and the combat you taught me are useful… when I’m against one or two people… not four,” you muttered and he shut his eyes in anguish, letting out a long sigh. “I need to be able to protect myself better; and my family if need be.”

“You’re under eighteen. You don’t have the right to own a weapon yet,” he drawled tiredly.

“That didn’t stop my fa… Lonnie, from buying one for me,” you crossed your arms as your foot kicked an invisible pebble.

“Yeah, ‘cause he is a psychopath,” groaned the man and you let out a small smile.

“It’s not like I’m gonna carry a weapon with me whenever I go. I know it’s illegal. I just… I just want to learn. I want to have the knowledge…just in case. Besides…I’ll be eighteen soon anyways.”

 “Alright… fine…” he relented. “But just. a little. practice…ok? You’re not gonna be using any weapons outside of that. We’re gonna set some rules and you’re gonna follow them if you want to learn,” he waved a finger and you nodded at his ultimatums.

“Thanks; old man.”

BANG!

“Whoa… didn’t know you could shoot,” praised Jonathan and you smirked. You couldn’t wait to rub it in Hopper’s face. He hadn’t been hard to convince to teach you per se, but he had been so strict during the couple of practices you had and he’d made sure to always remind you of the rules and lecture you. You weren’t an idiot. You understood very well what you could and couldn’t do. You had self-control and were able to respect the set boundaries and law, yet he treated you like a child.

You wanted to kill the damn monster, throw it at his feet and say ‘See? I told you those skills would come in handy.’ But you weren’t sure if you’d be able to do that. You weren’t sure because he might not even be alive. You weren’t sure because you might end up dead on this little monster-hunting trip you were preparing to set out on.

BANG!

Another shot was fired, pulling you out of your rotten with worry thoughts.

“You’re getting better and better, Nancy. You’re definitely a natural,” you complimented and she smiled bashfully.

Only your poor brother seemed to struggle with shooting. But that was all right. As long as you had two people on the team who could be the offense, it was good if there was someone who was the defense and the lookout.

“I think it’s time we get going. Let’s not waste daylight.”

But you had ended up wasting the daylight. You had spent hours looking throughout the forest, hoping to find the gate, but you had come out empty-handed. You had to listen to Jonathan and Nancy’s talking for most of the time, cringing when your brother had begun talking about the picture and describing what he had seen in Nancy who had in turn gotten defensive and the two of them deflated, leaving an awkward feeling to creep in the atmosphere of your group.

“Can you stop?” asked your brother as he pulled the cigarette out of your mouth, making you frown.

“What’s the big deal? You know that I smoke.”

“But never this much. You’re practically leaving a trail of cigarette butts.”

“Well, if we get lost or snatched by the monster into its world, at least people will be able to track us down thanks to my trail of crumbs,” you sassed. “So, don’t be a sourpuss, Hansel! Trust the process!” you lightly elbowed his side in an attempt to diffuse the tension and worry that had engulfed your group after the falling of the night. Not that you hadn’t been tense and worried when you had set on this journey but the darkness made it all the eerier and the fear that had suffocated you last night began creeping back in bit by bit.  

“It’s not funny,” he berated you grumpily and you just ruffled his hair before walking ahead of him, the three of you moving in silence for a couple of minutes before you heard Nancy and Jonathan stop. “What, are you tired?” asked the boy and you turned to look at them in confusion.

“Shut up,” hushed him Nancy as she looked around.

“What?”

“I heard something.”

You strained your ears and you really did catch a distant sound that was similar to wailing. The three of you followed it and shortly after you stumbled upon a wounded deer.

“Oh, God,” whispered the girl as she and Jonathan got closer to the body, illuminating it with their flashlights. But this scenario was too familiar to you. Your body shuddered and you immediately pulled out your gun, head turning left and right sharply, scouting the perimeter for threats.

“It’s been hit by a car… We can’t just leave it,” Nancy’s voice made you snap your head in their direction, eyes widening when you saw they had kneeled right next to the deer, touching it.

“You idiots!” you hissed as you rushed to their side, grabbing Jonathan by the collar of his jacket and Nancy by her arm, pulling them up and dragging them away. “Do you have a death wish!?”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Just stay quiet and move away!” you whisper shouted as you dragged them further away from the body, the three of you gluing yourselves to the trees and waiting in silence. You could see Nancy wanted to say something but before she had the chance to open her mouth, the deer squealed as something snatched her away, making you all jump in fright and look at one another.

“As I said… hunting!” you whispered snippily and the others gulped nervously.

The three cautiously began following the trail of blood and bones, hoping to find the body and possibly the monster but it was nowhere to be found.

“Where did it go?”

“I don’t know… Do you see any more blood?”

“No…”

Jonathan went to look in one direction, Nancy went to check another, and you were left standing in the middle, not knowing who to follow. You weren’t supposed to separate. You had to stick together. You cursed under your breath as you decided to follow Nancy. A minute or so later you found her kneeling at the base of a tree and you approached her with a confused frown.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you joined her on the ground and your eyes widened when they landed on the opening in the tree, covered in what seemed to be vines and slime. The sound of distant growling sent shivers down your spine. “You found it,” you whispered. “You found the gate! Still think I’m crazy?” you asked with raised eyebrows and she gave you an apologetic smile.

While you three had roamed the forest earlier, you had caught up Nancy and Jonathan on what you believed about parallel worlds and how you thought that the monster came from one and that it had most possibly dragged Will and Barb in there. They had been skeptical about it and you couldn’t really blame them but it always felt good when people got the proof they wanted and you got to tell them ‘I told you so’.

Before you could say anything, Nancy crawled closer to the gate and thrust her arm past the barrier.

“What are you doing?” you snapped in panic.

“I’m going in-“

“You think I’m gonna let you go in an unknown place alone?” you tsk-ed as you grabbed her arm and pulled her away. “I’m not letting you take such a risk… If you want to go in, do it. But I’m going in first and making sure it’s safe… Or as safe as it could be considering there’s probably a monster in there,” you sighed as you took her place, not giving her a chance to protest, and pushed through the slimy membrane seemingly without hesitation and with full on bravery on the outside but with rapidly beating heart and panic on the inside.

To say it was disgusting as your whole body passed through unknown substances was the understatement of the century.

You were glad when it was finally over and you crawled out of the constrictive tunnel. You were quick to stand up and look around. For a second you thought you were tripping because this place was the absolutely same as the one you came from. It was the same forest with the only difference being that it was darker, eerier, with more blue tones and lots of what seemed to be slimy vines and cobwebs covering the whole area. There were also some kind of particles floating around, falling like snow, which unnerved you.

You were about to give Nancy a signal that she could join you but when you turned around you saw her already crawling out of the hole and standing up, looking around with the same confusion as you. She was about to say something but you raised a finger to your mouth, signaling her to be quiet, and the two began moving and exploring the place.     

Your trek didn’t last long as a sharp sound made you whirl and point your flashlights at the source. You gaped in shock as you saw the back of the monster too busy munching on its prey to notice you… yet. Memories from last night invaded your brain and you had to clench your hand into a fist in order to stop the shaking. Your flashlights began flickering which only added to the scary situation you were stuck in. Nancy took a couple of steps back and you were about to follow her example when you heard her step on something, the sound of squelching echoing all around. The monster reeled its head in your direction and roared.

Your body ran cold.

You hadn’t been able to properly see how it had torn the deer last night. You had wondered how it was able to do it when you hadn’t seen a mouth. But now you got the explanation you needed. Its whole head was just a gigantic mouth that resembled a flower as it opened. It was one of the most disturbing things you have seen.

“Jonathan!” screeched Nancy as she dropped the flashlight and began running. You cursed as your eyes snapped between the gate and her retreating form and you quickly followed after her, cursing again as you began losing sight of her, her silhouette disappearing between the multiple trees.

She kept screaming Jonathan’s name which to an extent helped you locate her but you also wanted to scold her for all the screaming because if you could locate her thanks to it, then the monster surely could as well. She was drawing all the attention onto herself and she was going to end up dead because of it.

You breathed heavily as you ran, eyes squinting in the dark as you tried to find her. When you finally did, you let out a sharp relieved exhale and you forced your legs to run faster. She shrieked when you grabbed her arm and you clasped a hand over her mouth before shoving her body against a tree, keeping her and yourself very still as you heard the monster come closer and stop near you on the other side of the tree. You heard it stroll slowly as it tried to figure out where you had hidden. You steadied your ragged breathing and pinned Nancy with a look, warning her to be quiet as you waited for the monster to go away.

When it did, you let go of her and nodded with your head in the direction of the gate. It wasn’t very far and you could hear your brother calling your names on the other side. You sprinted towards the tree and threw yourselves on the ground. You didn’t hesitate to push Nancy forward, practically shoving her into the tunnel and pushing her into Jonathan’s waiting arms on the other side. Your head snapped to look behind you as you heard the growling and screeching of the monster sounding too close for comfort. When you saw that Nancy had fully passed, you quickly followed after her. You have never crawled that fast in your life and you have never been this relieved to be back in the familiar forest.

“Oh, God,” muttered Jonathan shakily as you crawled out and he quickly pulled you far away from the gate and into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Don’t you ever do that!” he snapped wobbly and you nodded against his shoulder as you let out shuddering breaths and tried to calm down, the three of you hugging each other tightly as if afraid someone was going to disappear.  

Now you knew what the animals felt like when hunters like your father mercilessly chased them for the thrill of the kill.  

[novella-writers]

Mercy, pirates and star fleets: a sci-fi story

”When you dare to stare in the eyes of someone whose fate mirrors yours, no one can blame you for wanting to try and change its course.”

Hey there my fellow space exploring pals and writers from previously uncharted worlds! I am once again on the hunt for some sci-fi based goodness intertwined with an overly generous helping of drama, spaceships, lasers, aliens, romantic endeavours, intergalactic sized portions of chaos, moments of tenderness and heartbreaks, more lasers, some cool tech and a story that leaves us hanging on the edge of our seats whilst we eagerly await the next reply with a few unexpected plot related twists and turns thrown in to keep us on our toes.

What I’m looking for right now specifically is an story revolving around two characters, one of whom is a particularly Nefarious and well known space pirate that frequently terrorises anyone who is unfortunate enough to stray too close to uncharted areas of deep space whilst the other is a alliance captain who is widely viewed as a hero for their ability to single-handedly take down and capture some of the galaxies most dangerous criminals with near perfect success every time they’re encountered, that are forced to band together after a intense space battle results in the damaged ship they were duelling on hurtling towards a nearby planet and the decision to flee is made for both of them by the pirate in what can only be described as a unexpected but presumably sinisterly motivated act of mercy on their behalf.

Why does the pirate decide to rescue their enemy instead of just finishing them off and saving themselves? Well dear reader and potential fellow writing partner, that is up to us to figure out and I’m more than happy to hear any ideas or theories you may have. Maybe they were former friends who split after going down different paths in life. Maybe the pirate isn’t as big and bad as the wanted posters or news stories make them out to be. Maybe the captain has something of value to the pirate that they need to be alive for. Anything is possible provided it fits the theme of the story. I am also open to it being the captain who makes the decision to save both themselves and the pirate instead and I have no preference for who plays who, so don’t hesitate to say if there’s one role that you have your eyes set on more than the other and claim it.

IMPORTANT DETAILS, PARTNER REQUIREMENTS AND OTHER THINGS:

-I am looking for someone who can write a minimum of at least three to four properly fleshed out and detailed paragraphs per response in third person past tense as well as a decent grasp on spelling, grammar and punctuation. One liners, single paragraph responses, rushed out replies with frequent spelling mistakes that go uncorrected and constantly swapping between tenses are a no go for me.

-I would like to aim for at least one to two responses per day/every other day, but I am open to planning a schedule with my partners depending on their overall availability so long as there are at least three days of the week where they are able to make a post for the rp and I’m given a heads up about any changes that may need to be made due to life related things outside of our control. I am not open to only receiving one response a week or less than that.

-I am looking for a long term rp partner who is also open to having multiple threads/plots/stories/etc running at the same time or at our leisure. I’m not looking for a short term story that is over and done with in just a couple of days before we part ways and never hear of each other ever again.

-I am in the AEST time zone. Whilst I have no trouble working with people who are in different time zones, please be aware that this might cause a bit of schedule clashing depending on how many hours behind or ahead of you I may be and what times you are available to chat with.

-I am a big fan of ooc chat and love nothing more than opening up discord on my phone to find that I have been flooded with messages containing ideas for the rp, silly little goofy character scenes, memes or even just a funny story about something that happened during the week. As long as I am not being spammed with “you there?” “When will you reply?” “Hello?” Or something similar, you are free to message me at any time even if I am not actively online.

-All writers and characters must be 20+. No exceptions will be made in regards to this rule.

-I only play male characters and they’re all aliens. If you do not like the idea of playing against aliens that may have/has fur, claws, fangs, tails, the ability to walk on ceilings, multiple limbs or just anything that doesn’t look like it could be anything else besides a regular earthborn human and lacks any noticeable features to help distinguish them as another species, then I am not the rper for you. I do not care if you wish to play as a human or alien provided it doesn’t look like a xenomorph or insectoid like alien, isn’t made from slime, doesn’t have magical powers, isn’t telepathic and can function in harsh or combative environments without automatically being severely handicapped in some way because their helmet broke and they can’t survive without it due to being unable to breathe without water or they’re blinded by regular lighting and cannot adapt to it.

-I often incorporate certain themes and topics in my stories which may include, but are not limited to: gore, violence, war, PTSD and how that may affect the way a character interacts with others, disabilites, major injuries or illnesses and how they’re treated, abuse, character loss or death, torture, etc. any and all limits will be discussed prior to the planning stages of the rp itself but please keep in mind that I’m not the kind of person who skimps on the dark and gritty parts of a story (barring a few very specific exceptions) so if you are not comfortable with this, I am not the rper for you.

-Romance is my bread, slow burn is my butter. Together they help create the perfect sandwich that I absolutely adore. Gimme that drama which comes with realising that the guy who was only a few seconds away from shishkabobing you with his cutlass is kinda hot, let them simmer in the tension those feelings cause and stew flusteredly over the little things they both find cute about each other, engage in a bit of insulting (banter) that leaves the characters going “dang….they’re good.”, mercilessly plunge them into the pits of emotional despair when one of them gets hurt, let em see the best and worst sides of each other. Don’t be afraid to sling any ideas that may make it all the more dramatic-er wholesome either! Just don’t get too carried away and let it completely overtake the main story. Pairings wise MxM is what I prefer the most but I’ll also happily indulge in a FxM (with me playing the male character) couple as well. I will not play the role of a female character as part of either a primary or secondary romantic pairing so don’t come to me if you’re looking for someone to do that for you.

-Spice (smut) is a ingredient that I add to all of my rp’s and I don’t like to skimp (fade to black) on when it comes to sprinkling it in amongst the main storyline, but it’s also not something that will come first over anything else either. I like to keep things 50/50 when it comes to having a story to smut ratio and do not wish to have one exceed the other in excessive amounts. I am not a fan of strict dom/sub roles when it comes to bedroom dynamics and will only accept characters who are switches/tops who don’t mind swapping places every now and then, I will not play against submissive bottoms who have no intention of reciprocating or have to be constantly guided on what to do.

-Please keep your time travellers, dimension hoppers, androids, heavily augmented cyborgs,overly emotionally fragile characters, characters who need to be constantly looked after or guided by mine, characters who are blinding rays of sunshine that never feel any negative emotions whatsoever and those who may be more suited to a entirely setting, genre or role at home please.

-I only write on discord due to the ability to make servers so that everything stays neat and organised/easily accessible within its own little category. I will not write on any other platform.

-usual rp etiquette rules such as don’t control my characters,don’t rewrite a whole scene without asking first, don’t overstep any boundaries, let me know if something comes up (if possible), please actively contribute to world building/plotting and have fun also apply.

Still with me? AWESOME! For anyone who is interested in diving headfirst into this interstellar adventure with me please shoot me an introductory dm on discord that has your time zone, your availability, your preferred role and pairing, what you liked about the idea and your favourite food so that I know you read through everything. Anyone who messages me with “rp?” or “hey I’m interested!” will be ignored.

My discord: tiberionwars

Time to fly!

[the-pressure-multiplies]

It been usually quiet in these bleak halls/corridors of urbanshade. Yet the CCTV cameras are always watching for anything out of suspicion, the eyes in the sky & it seem the camera has zoomed in on a small group of EXR-P that are talking quietly about something.

[ ... ]

“Sigh Z-797! We been over this you can’t get rid of me or Z-182... I know you’ll do it regardless coming after us... to get us out of the picture, as urbanshade they only care about that Crystal & Not you Uncovered!

“Like I care for that rotten snake! who a no good allied... he’ll betray you Mal-V he isn’t to be trusted I- ...oh- I didn’t think about the consequences with accepting the deal.“

“...you all been led a stray picked up & saved from you’re execution... He was once a friend of ares, until urbanshed came in & made him revert to a- ...”

“He has a kill order put on him for reason he dangerous you can’t fix him I’ve tried! ...& looked where that got me Mal-Z! I’m stuck in this cell due to him...”

“...he’s only a monster because they want the porcelain mask not him they’ll care less for a useless corpse... that they’re unable to profit from- ...huh?”

“Hmm? Sound like a guard is making his rounds. ..I think you should leave Z-102 for you’re safety & mine knowing how urbanshade deals traitors alike. — I don’t want to be your demise to them. Please be safe out there & safe travels to the hadal black site.”

“Noted... & you’re a good person Z-797 it just you been led down a dark path, that we might not be to save you from. That is you’re decision not theirs to make forcibly or not. — I know they can surely try. ...Take care-“

“You too Mal-V...you’ll need all the help you can get.”

[ ...the following footage has been archived for farther investigation of exchanging information & etc. as for the individuals caught on the feed Z-797 who still remain inside of their cell yet, talked with it who simply go by Z-102. A friend of his Perhaps & it a assumed he left due to the schedule patrolling of the guard. However upon looking for Z-102 through the CCTV Cameras was unable to be locate it. though it might have returned to hadal blacksite through some mean.

💻- anon (two lads having in arguement but it was interrupted by a guard. & The camera are listening.)

OOC: I don't know who you want to respond to this, so- if you could resend the ask, this time with a note of you want to respond, that'd be great! So sorry for the inconvenience - Red

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Flower crowns and a special kind of trespasser…pt2

Part1(End of the line)

Pairings: The Voorhees’ family, Justin x Malon(platonic, of course)

Warnings: a fun time, blood and gore, a tiny bit of ooc Jason I think, choking someone, maybe poorly described medical thing(I’m sorry if it’s not right, I’m not a medical professional or anything), not proofread so there’s probably some errors and mistakes

Another project with the awesome @randomly-a-fan 🥰

It looks a bit rushed but I hope it’s okay!

So sorry I haven’t written anything in ages!

-

Later that day, Justin’s foster parents called to talk to Justin, telling him that he’d have to stay at the Voorhees’ place for a while longer as they had to get some things done and so that he’d feel better with his friend. Obviously, Jason and MJ had agreed to that, telling the boy that he was welcome to stay as long as needed. It was true that Jason saw him like a son, kinda like how he feels about Archie too. Even though he doesn’t see Justin often, Jason sees himself in him because of how similar he is to him, plus, he’s lovely :).

Since it was still light out after the foster parents called and Justin seemed a bit sad again, MJ had come up with a great idea. She remembered a place Jason had shown her at the start of their relationship, a flower patch. She thought that maybe the kids would like to go there instead of staying inside. Her gaze drifted towards the window as she saw the sun starting to set between the trees.

She immediately called Malon and Justin to the kitchen as she told them about her idea, both the kids happily nodding along. “If you want, I can even show you how to make flower crowns!” “Oooh!” Malon’s eyes lit up as she looked at Justin, waiting to see his reaction.

The boy seemed obviously happier as he smiled at his friend, giving her a nod. Before going, MJ told her husband about where they were going as to not make him panic. He’d only nodded in response and gave her a kiss on the crown of her head, which had made MJ frown a bit but she didn’t think much of it since maybe he was just tired. MJ helped her daughter put her coat on as it was a bit cold outside, then made sure Justin’s was put on, the latter smiling in thanks.

MJ’d regretted her decision to put on a dress as soon as she felt the wind outside, only having a small coat on. In her defence, she didn’t think she would go outside today. She let out a “Brr” and hugged herself, making her daughter giggle. She happily guided the kids to the small path through the forest, making sure to have them at her side, not wanting them to fall victim to one of the traps that Jason placed around.

—

When they finally arrived, the sun had started to set a bit and the wind died down. The kids happily ran to the middle of the flower patch, both bending and crouching to smell and look at the flowers. MJ slowly got closer and watched them, a motherly smile on her face as she watched them talk. When they paused, they both ended up looking at the woman again, eyes wide in anticipation. She obviously knew what they were waiting for.

“Alrighty! First off, let’s start by find a bunch of flowers each,“ As soon as she finished that part, they were already going their way. “just don’t stray too far though!” She yelled as they both nodded. Malon ended up close the edge of clearing, near the trees, and Justin was closer to her mother, his eyes going from his flowers then to his friend. That small act made MJ smile as she saw how Justin seemed to be looking out for her daughter, it warmed her heart.

From her place, Malon took a small break and looked through the trees when she heard some rustling. She saw the shape of her father from afar and happily waved at him, the latter doing the same as he continued of his way. He was probably just doing a perimeter check, as usual. She didn’t see him very well, but she could recognize his shape and mask anywhere, with the small crack at the top of the accessory from when he had an unfortunate ’accident’ as he’d told her.

Anyway, when they’d gathered their flowers, Malon and Justin both went back to MJ, who was sitting on the ground with a bunch of flowers herself. “Are you ready?” “Yes!” They answered at the same time as they sat before the brunette, listening to her instructions as she patiently showed them how to make flower crowns, correcting each when they did small errors. “You take it and fold it over the other end… like that” She took her own flowers and bent the stem over the other one. They continued with the steps and each put their flower crowns on as they walked back towards the cabin, the sky now way darker than it was.

*

From Jason’s side he’d went to look at his traps he’d set a while ago, wanting to make sure there hasn’t been anything, or anyone in it. To his surprise though, there was.

With silent steps, he peeked from behind a tree towards the bear traps he’d installed under some leaves and found a trespasser there, a man(he assumed from his back and legs)medium dirty blonde hair, dressed in a button down shirt with flowers on it and grey jeans. His right foot was caught in the first bear trap while his left thigh was caught in the other one, probably because he fell down onto it. He could see the man wiggling a bit, a small whimper escaping him as he lay face down unto the ground. It seemed like he’d been there for a long time as the blood at his wounds was already dried. He hadn’t seemed to have heard or sense Jason as he let out some more whimpers, not really crying but he could clearly tell that he was in pain. He’d probably tired himself out from trying to escape them at first. The chain the traps were connected to were stretched farther than when he’d put the traps down, obviously from the man trying to crawl away.

“Help…..” it was almost a whisper as the man let out a heavy breath, his voice hoarse and cracking at the end. Jason continued to silently look at him for a moment, before he curiously took some steps forward.

The undead man was curious as to why the stranger wasn’t dead or passed out from the loss of blood. It was a first.

When predator closed on its victim, the latter seemed to finally sense him as he kept his face on the forest ground, only turning his head. Brown eyes caught sight of boots beside his head but couldn’t look up as he frowned, in pain and curiosity. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to look up at the person beside him, knowing it was probably the person who placed the traps there. It was obviously placed there for something less than bears, or he’d have seen it. It was way too hidden, plus, why would there be two just one beside the other? He knew he’d messed up. That’s why he didn’t speak, waiting for something to happen.

….

….

After more silence, the person before him had started to move, the sound of their boots crushing leaves being heard. The man on the ground stayed immobile until he couldn’t hear their footsteps anymore, a shaky sigh leaving them again. He could now hear the faint sound of giggling in the distance, his head turning towards the sound. He unfortunately didn’t see anything.

With shaky hands, he’d decided to crawl the other way, turning on his side and letting out a barely concealed shout at the pain in his leg and feet. He turned onto his back and tried to wiggle his way behind a tree, leaning on it as tears started to fall down his face again. While turning, he’d scratched off some of the scabbing on his foot, the pain coming back to him. He reached out a shaky and clammy hand towards the bush beside the tree and found his ‘backpack’, having packed it there in case something happened to it when he heard the faint sound of leaves cracking near. He then looked through the plastic bubble at the front, seeing his best friend staring at him with wide eyes.

(Found the picture on google)

The cat got up as soon as it’s owner pulled the carrier closer to him, meowing and gently pawing at the plastic.

“I’m so sorry, Maya… I didn’t think That would happen… I’m so sorry, my baby….” The man whispered tearfully. “I love you…” he said as he put his finger through the hole at the front, petting his cat’s fur. After a second, he was stopped by the sound of footsteps right behind him, and before he could do anything, he felt a hard blow at the back of his head, making him let go of the pack. It fell on the ground on it’s side as the cat hissed and growled through it, staring strait at her owner’s attacker. The dirty-blonde-haired man clutched the back of his head as he instinctively tried to shield himself, to no luck as he felt an arm going around his throat to take him in a choke hold from behind. He gasped and reached back to try to push against his attacker’s face, only to feel hard plastic underneath as his other arm tried to dislodge their strong arm. His vision started to darken and the only thing he saw before passing out was his cat still growling and hissing through her carrier, making a tear fall down his still wet face. At this moment, he felt more fear for his fur baby than for himself as his arms turned limp and he passed out.

Jason didn’t hold long before he let the man fall onto the ground, knowing he’s now knocked out. His dark eyes are fixed on the carrier on the ground, his head tilted as he stares at the white and orange cat inside it.

Surprising himself, he turned the pack so that it was back up, almost flinching as the cat started to get more and more aggressive inside it. He then actually shocked himself even more, opening his traps as he held the springs down. Without a thought, he took the man on his shoulder, like a sac of potatoes, and hesitantly took the backpack by its��� straps, deciding he’d carry both of them towards his shed behind the cabin, even though it was risky. He took the long way around as he didn’t want MJ or the kids to see him. Wait..

Why was he doing that??? He didn’t even know himself as he could almost hear his mother’s voice reprimanding him from not killing the trespasser. For some reason, he just couldn’t. Nor could he leave the cat there. A part of him felt like he HAD to do something about both of them, but he didn’t know what. The thought of killing the man hadn’t even crossed his mind… Right now, he was trusting his guts. They had never been wrong once, and he hoped they wouldn’t be.

As soon as he came in front of the shed, he stopped and stared for a moment. With the hand holding the bag, he opened the wooden door and put the the carrier down on the ground, as softly as possible as the cat still trashed against the plastic. He then put the unconscious man down beside it, making the cat meow as it still scratched at it’s ‘prison’. Jason then went to look for some rope and even chains as he tied the man down against his steel table, putting the heaviest things he can find onto it. He wrapped them tightly around the man’s torso, pushing his head back harshly to have better access. After, he started to take off one of the man’s shoes, not caring about the ripping sound it does from the dried blood.

He didn’t want the guy to die, yet, wanting to know why he felt like he couldn’t kill him, so he’d decided to take care of his wounds in a way. Jason took the first aid kit he hid in the shed and pulled the guy’s sock off, disinfecting the deep wound on his feet before putting some butterfly stitches on him, not wanting to bother actually stitching it. It was a tiny bit of a surprise to Jason that it looked quite nasty, since he didn’t really look at the wounds he he causes to his victims. He shook his head as he almost felt pity, not wanting his soft side to show. After having a family, he’d developed a soft side for some reason, but it normally only came to his family. He was almost scared that he felt like that when it came to that stranger that trespassed on his territory. Didn’t he hear of the legend of the camp blood/Crystal lake killer??? He surely did, right?? It was a stupid move that he decided to come into Jason’s forest.

Shaking his head once again, Jason slapped the side of his head, reaching for his knife at his belt as the cat hissed at him once again, now a bit more calm. He cut a part of the man’s jeans so that he could reach his thigh, then did the same thing he did on his foot. When he got back up from his crouched position, the cat had stopped growling and hissing, so he’d decided that the would try to get it (and the man) something so that it could at least eat and/or drink later on…. Before his family worry, he went back outside, planning to get some food and water back to the shed later on when his wife, his daughter and her friend went to sleep, which wouldn’t be long.

—

The door to the cabin opened as MJ greeted her husband with a smile and a kiss, telling him that the kids were in the living room. Jason peeked into the room as Malon and Justin big waves at him, having made a fort. They both had made themselves small beds on the ground under a big fluffy blanket. Both were in their pjs, so he guessed that they were ready to sleep.

“Hi daddy!” “Hi mister Voorhees!” Both of the kids waves eagerly. In response, Jason waved to the before making a sign to see if Malon had brushed her teeth, which she happily nodded at, giving him a toothy smile. He then went to the kitchen, helping his wife clean the table from some wrappings. He guessed that the kids probably had some snacks a while ago, he just didn’t know what it was as he’d never seen those wrapping papers.

As if sensing his curiosity, MJ gently squeezes his arm as he put them in the trash. “Justin had some snacks packed in his bag that his foster parents came to give him.” He nodded at that, making MJ give him a kiss on the cheek.

When everything was in order and him and MJ were in bed, he waited so that he was sure she was asleep before he got up, tiptoeing towards the kitchen. He got a small bowl of water and a water bottle, then took the first things he saw on the counter; two sticks of beef jerky. That will do for now, he thought as he silently unlocked the front door and went outside, unaware of the small steps behind him.

As Jason closed the door behind him, Justin stared at the closed door with a frown on his face, rubbing his sleepy eyes. For now, he wouldn’t ask questions, even though he’s pretty curious about it. ‘Curiosity killed the cat…’ the boy reminded himself as he shook his head, getting a glass of water before he went back to bed.

Jason entered the shed, a bit startled when he found the man awake. The latter looked towards him even though he couldn’t see much, the shed filled of darkness.

“Please….” It was the only word he let out as he coughed, teary eyes looking up at the man towering above him. Jason only shook his head as he crouched down, grabbing some thick string before he sat on the ground. The man frowned as he shook, seeing things in the masked person’s hands. Jason put the water bottle near the guy before he put the bowl and a stick of beef jerky behind him, the cat sniffing through the bag.

The man flinched when Jason opened the water bottle, making sure that the stranger heard the ‘click’ of the cap so that he’d see he didn’t open it to put something in it. He didn’t know why he cared about that, but he still did it. He then held the bottle near the man’s lips, and the latter looked at him with wide tired eyes before he nudged it, now drinking from it. Jason only pulled the bottle back when the man coughed, closing the cap back before he opened the stick of meat beside him. He held it to the man’s lips, letting him eat it all before he threw the paper in the corner, now turning towards the cat.

The man immediately screamed at him to ‘please not hurt her’ which Jason ignored as he tried to see if the cat has a collar, which she did. He then carefully opened the bag, making the cat start to hiss again.

Even though she scratched at him for a bit, he didn’t care as he tied one end of the rope at her collar, like a makeshift leash. He then tied the other end to a leg of the table, cutting the rope with his knife.

The cat tried to attack him, but he let it as he pushed the bowl of water towards the animal, opening the jerky. He then put the meat beside the bowl and got back up with an almost silent groan, making the man look at him in confusion again. As Jason started to go back towards the door, he was stopped by the man’s voice behind him.

“Please! I-I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry! Please let us go, I-I won’t say anything!” Jason looked over his shoulder before starting to walk back towards the door, the man still pleading in the background. “O-OR!” Jason stopped again with a silent sigh, curious about what he’d say. “A-At least… At least let my cat go, please….She-She didn’t do anything….” A frown came onto Jason’s masked face as he turned towards the stranger, seeing him looking up at him with tears, illuminated by the moon light, streaming down his pale and dirtied face.

Did… did the man ask him to let his cat go? That was almost the first time he saw a trespasser actually caring about something else than themself…. It was surprising. Maybe that was why he felt like he shouldn’t kill him yet…..

Trying not to think too much about it, he looked on the table and found some tape, putting a piece onto the man’s lips so that it would muffle him. He then went back out, locking the door behind him.

That would be something he’d deal with tomorrow, right now, he has his cozy bed to get back to.

[lost-in-the-bright-lights]

What is with everyone and saying i’m in denial. I’m not. There is nothing to be in denial about! Maybe you are in denial!

I’m not wrong about him! If anything, i think everyone else including you! Actually.. especially! You! Is wrong about him. Everything he’s done is to protect and care about us! I don’t understand why he would do it for any other reason! Everyone keeps telling me otherwise but what if you are all just wrong!

Good for you, because i don’t. What path is there to take! You decided to stray from the path and go off into the forest! You aren’t even on the path set for us anymore

(Ooc; teehee )

For a version of.. me. You sure do smile a lot.

- Ic ( @lost-in-the-bright-lights )

O it's another me! Hi!

Yeah, I might've gotten that a couple times-

[ravenousblooddancer]

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Disappearance

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: This is a request filled for you know who you are👋😊 Sorry if it seems clunky in some parts I gave it my best effort! Might be a little ooc as well, idk grief and similar feeling are hard to communicate sometimes. I hope you find something to like about this! Warning: Manga spoilers ahead! Read at your own risk! Word Count: 6,688

Shinobu just wanted to be alone.

It had only been a few weeks since Kanae’s death, and it was still very fresh in her mind. Though no matter how much time passed, the intensity of such an impactful event was sure to carry with Shinobu until her own dying breath. The smell of iron rich blood still choked her airways and she could still feel the weight of her sister propped up in her arms, could still hear her gurgles as her body fought to breathe… and as if that wasn’t enough, she had not a moment to spare on herself to process and grieve properly before being thrown back into the fray.

An estate to run, young girls in just as much pain as herself to comfort and care for, a new position to uphold, patients to see to, hypotheses to test, a name to honor and revenge to complete.

There were simply not enough hours in a day.

Shinobu didn’t even remember making a conscious decision to leave the infirmary early that morning. She had woken up to one of her patients coding and was unable to save them. She remembered leaving the body in the care of the Kakushi before taking her leave, but she had only registered that she had gone outside when she accidentally spooked a few birds and they flew up high above the trees.

Instead of going back, she allowed herself to travel further down the path until she could no longer see the estate through the trees and then, she went a little further still. Finding a small pond, she sat on the mossy bank near the water’s edge.

“Just five more minutes.” She promised herself. Five more minutes, and she would suck it up and head back to work.

“Hey! Are you good down there?”

Shinobu schooled her expression into a polite smile, though try as she might, she could not will away the vein that strained against her forehead. She peered over her shoulder and had to quickly close her eyes to avoid the dirt the intruder had kicked up when they slid down the small hill.

“Oops, sorry about that.” (Y/n) laughed sheepishly, patting away some stray chunks of dirt from Shinobu’s haori.

She had been on her way to the Butterfly Estate for some simple first aid, but when she caught sight of a lone person sitting despondently near the pond below, she just had to go investigate.

“It’s quite alright.” Shinobu assured, patting off the rest of the dirt herself. “I’m just trying to have a quiet moment to myself is all.” She added unsubtly.

“Oh! I can be quiet!” (Y/n) plopped down next to Shinobu and stared out at the water, prompting Shinobu to bite the inside of her cheek.

Despite the unwanted company, Shinobu stayed and did her best to ignore the other girl, but her eyes did stray from the water a couple times. She took note of the other girl’s demon slayer uniform and roughed up appearance and concluded that she must have completed a mission last night.

“Are you hurt?” She asked. It would just be another failure to add on to the morning if she ignored an injured slayer while she attempted to brood.

“Not too bad. Not like you seem to be anyway.” (Y/n) tossed a stray pebble into the water and watched the ripples disturb the duckweed surface.

“Pardon?”

“You just look like you could use a friend right now.”

Shinobu was baffled, though she didn’t let it show beneath her smile.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever met before now. How friendly does that truly make us?” She teased.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n), what’s yours?”

“Kochou Shinobu.” She humored. She could see a flash of recognition pass quickly over (Y/n)’s face. Undoubtedly she knew of her sister. It was rare to find a demon slayer who didn’t. She waited for the condolences to start spilling as they always did, but they never came.

“Boom! First step to becoming friends achieved!” (Y/n) clapped her scrapped up hands together loudly and a quiet giggle escaped Shinobu’s lips unbidden.

“How tactful of you.” She motioned for (Y/n) to present her hands to her so she could treat and bandage them with the little medical bag she always carried on her person. “And what, pray tell, is step two?”

“Eeeee…” (Y/n) watched Shinobu work as she tried to come up with an answer, finally she shrugged her shoulders and said, “You know, we talk and stuff.”

“What’s ‘stuff’?”

“Like, hang out and stuff.”

“Again, what’s ‘stuff’?”

“Ah, I don’t know!” (Y/n) flung her arms up into the air, bringing Shinobu’s roll of bandages with her, “We could be doing whatever you want Kochou-san. I’m not picky.”

“Oh, then perhaps you would like to come back to my estate with me to read from my extensive collection of medical texts and help me take notes.” Shinobu wanted to laugh at the unenthusiastic face (Y/n) tried to hide, but she held it in. “Not your cup of tea? Then how about botany?”

(Y/n) made another face, so expressive that one, though it wasn’t as disinterested as the last face she pulled. She seemed like she really wanted this to work out, and she did tell Shinobu they could do whatever they wanted… if Shinobu wanted to do something boring, then she would endure.

“…Are there pictures?”

“Some of the books have sample pictures, yes.” Shinobu almost felt bad, but this was the most fun she had in quite sometime.

(Y/n) blew out a large sigh and shook her head, bringing her hands back to Shinobu so she could finish wrapping them up.

“Alright, if that’s what you want to do today, I’m in. When it’s my turn though, you best believe that we’re going to do something way more fun.”

“Your turn?” Shinobu scoffed, snipping the bandage reel and tucking the tail away.

“Well, Yeah! Of course! How do you think friendship works, Kochou?” (Y/n) stood up and released and exasperated sigh, shaking her head as she offered her hand to help Shinobu up, “Come on then, let’s go do your nerd plans, you nerd.”

Shinobu’s eye twitched subtly, but she accepted the hand offered to her and rose to her feet. The smile (Y/n) gave her was light and genuine as she tugged her in the direction of Shinobu’s home. Though storm clouds were still clinging to her mind, they dissipated under the warmth and brightness (Y/n) shone her way.

She still had her doubts, however. A nagging pessimism in the back of her mind telling her not to bother. That this girl was either looking for power and influence or that she would disappear and be forgotten before the week was out. There was another voice, or a feeling rather, in her chest that rejoiced at being noticed. That there was someone who knew she was hurt deep inside where no one could see and wanted to distract her for a little while. And for that she was thankful.

***

Two Years Later

Shinobu held her chin up on interlaced fingers as she stared down at the small box on her desk. Just looking at it made her heart quiver and cheeks flush a rosy pink. Carefully, she opened the box that held her commissioned item to the light, a lovely necklace of the colors she most associated with the relationship her and (Y/n) shared as they grew together.

Two years, for two years (Y/n) had stuck around like an incessant gnat and now she couldn’t imagine her life without her, as scary as that was to admit. Soon, (Y/n) was going to become a Hashira and Shinobu couldn’t be more excited, yet incredibly nervous. She had told herself months ago that once (Y/n) became a Hashira, she would confess her then budding feelings to her. Skip ahead to the present with (Y/n)’s promotion right on the horizon, and those budding feelings had become flowers in full bloom and she was terrified.

Shinobu could be rather intuitive when she tried, part of her was certain (Y/n) felt the same, their friendship was different from any other she had. They had even been mistaken as a couple several times over the years already. Still, she had that pessimistic voice inside her head that whispered it would never work out, that she was reading too much into things.

Shinobu exhaled through her nose, delicately placing the necklace back into its box. As nervous as she was, she still managed to smile. Then she heard the loud, quickly approaching footsteps that she knew all too well and quickly shoved the rest of the necklace into the box and hurriedly hid it in the back of her drawer, closing it just before the the door to her office slid open with a hard thwack!

“Boo!” (Y/n) yelled, laughing at Shinobu’s slight tilt of her head. It wasn’t much, but (Y/n) could feel just how unimpressed the Hashira was with her actions. “Did I scare you?”

“I could hear you coming a from a mile away, lead feet.” Shinobu smiled sweetly.

“Ow, okay. Rude.” (Y/n) moved behind Shinobu’s desk and moved some papers out of the way so she could sit on the table as close to Shinobu as she could. “What kind of nerd stuff are you doing in here anyway. If I lived here, I would always be out in the gardens on a beautiful day like this.”

“You practically live here already. Besides, some of us have actual work to do. Something that you are sure to understand soon enough.” Shinobu teased, poking (Y/n) playfully in the ribs. “How are you feeling by the way?”

“Weirdly excited and nervous at the same time.” (Y/n) said, catching Shinobu’s hand and holding it so she couldn’t poke her anymore. “I’m so ready to get out there, but I can’t shake this feeling that I might just forget everything I’ve learned and totally choke,” She laughed half-heartedly.

“Think of it as any other mission. Don’t get in your head. You’ll do just fine.” Shinobu assured.

The timid smile (Y/n) gave her in return was not enough for Shinobu. She stood from her chair, and with (Y/n) still sitting on her desk, they were nearly at the same height. She brought their free hands together to match the ones that still sat connect on (Y/n)’s thigh and squeezed them reassuringly.

“I’ll take lunch in the garden with you if you promise to stop looking at me like that.”

(Y/n) noticeably perked up a bit at the idea and her smile grew. She slid off of the desk and hugged Shinobu, who eagerly returned the embrace.

“That sounds great! Can we go right now?”

“Yes, yes, as soon as you stop strangling me.” Shinobu giggled, trying to push (Y/n) off of her.

They had a pleasant time in the garden together, leaning against one another while enjoying each other’s company. They had talked for hours and lost track of the time. They had even fallen asleep, only to be awoken by (Y/n)’s crow a couple of hours before the sun was to set.

“Welp, time to hit the road.” (Y/n) stretched her arms high over her head and then flopped her head back down upon Shinobu’s shoulder. “Thanks for today.”

“Anytime. I will be eagerly awaiting your return. Don’t keep me waiting too long now.” Shinobu warned, petting (Y/n)’s hair.

“Oh I could never,” (Y/n) grinned, “you’re stuck with me. You’ll be saving me a seat at Hashira meetings in no time. Enjoy your peace while you still can.”

“Ah, what a scary threat.” Shinobu stood and pulled (Y/n) to her feet as well, locking her into another hug. “Be safe.”

“I will.”

(Y/n)’s crow screeched impatiently and dive-bombed their heads, having witnessed similar scenes several times over the years.

“Okay, okay! I’m going!” (Y/n) groaned, shooing the bird away with her arm.

She pulled away from Shinobu slightly, then paused, biting her lip in thought. Before Shinobu could ask her what was in her mind, (Y/n)’s lips swiftly pecked her cheek and withdrew just as quickly.

“Loveyoubye!” (Y/n) said in a rush, leaving Shinobu standing with her lips slightly parted in shock.

“Love you…” Shinobu said in return, and though it was quiet and (Y/n) was several feet away by the time she got it out, the other girl looked back at Shinobu over her shoulder as she ran, her eyes alight with happiness. The sight made Shinobu’s heart flutter. This was what Kanae had wanted for her, to find love, to be happy.

It was too bad that this would be the last time she ever saw or heard from (Y/n) again.

Days became weeks, weeks to months… Shinobu was beside herself when they had given up the search. She couldn’t even bring herself to go to the funeral. They couldn’t even find her body… what was the point in crying in front of a vacant plot? The bitterness, anger, and self resentment Shinobu held had never felt heavier.

She had been out searching every night she could, but her responsibilities always called her back before she could really dig into her investigations. She never cried harder than when she received the order to stop her search. She stayed in bed for as long as she dared, clutching the box with the necklace resting inside. Filled with anguish, she built up her unscalable walls and put on her best smile as she went to work in the infirmary the next morning. She would keep everyone at an arm’s distance and never open up her heart like that again.

“What you wished for is impossible Nee-san.” Shinobu’s voice strained as she spoke before her sister’s shrine, “As long as demons exist, there is no such thing as living a long, happy life. There are no happy endings.” She took in a shuddering breath, “Take care of her for me, wherever she is.” As she spoke she could still taste the wisteria petals on her tongue,

“It won’t be terribly long until I see you both again.”

***

Present Day: Four Years Since First Meeting, Two Since Disappearance

Shinobu watched Tanjirou, Inosuke and Zenitsu run around the estate grounds with a pleased smile. Their training was moving along quite nicely and even as boisterous as they were, it brought life to the usually serenely quiet estate. She took note of where the sun sat in the sky and continued on her way. She needed to stock up on a few things in one of the nearby villages and hoped to be back before the sun set completely.

That did not happen.

The apothecary she usually went to was closed so she had to go to the next village over, a whole extra two hour journey. It was annoying, but she needed those supplies and she could take care of herself, regardless of the time of day.

She entered the shop just before they closed for the night and gathered the items she needed quickly. Then when she had what she came for, she made her way to the to the front of the store to pay and be on her way, standing behind a cloaked woman who was paying for her own items.

“There you go, have a nice night.” The clerk said, handing her a paper sack.

“Thank you.”

Something about that person’s voice made Shinobu’s ears prickle. Before she could try to place why it sounded so familiar, the woman turned too suddenly and rammed into Shinobu, almost sending her and her items to the floor, but luckily the same person who almost sent her to the floor caught her arms.

“Oh, I’m so—! …sorry.”

“No harm done.” Shinobu assured, subtly trying to catch a glimpse of the woman’s face. The hood of her cloak hung low, casting shadows over her features.

“…E-excuse me,” the woman mumbled, breaking the brief spell of silence they seemed to have fallen under. She withdrew from Shinobu and stiffly walked out the door.

Shinobu watched her go, unsure of what she was feeling. For some reason, she felt the need to go after her. When she purchased the supplies she needed, she thanked the clerk and stepped outside, shivering a bit in the cool, night air. She pulled her haori closer against her back and looked around for the cloaked woman. She thought she saw her heading into the forest and pursued at a distance.

Shinobu wasn’t sure what was possessing her to follow this stranger, but she couldn’t help herself. She felt drawn to her voice for some reason. If they could speak just a few moments more, then maybe she could understand what was so familiar about her.

The woman stopped in a small clearing and Shinobu hid behind a nearby tree, she watched her look around. After she was satisfied, she turned her back on Shinobu’s position and let down her hood, her other arm rose as a perch for a crow that had been circling overhead. It was no common crow, however. In fact, it took all of Shinobu’s will power not to blow her cover with a heavy gasp. She would recognize those unusual white speckles against those black wings anywhere.

It was (Y/n)’s crow, thought to have perished alongside its slayer since it never returned to the Master. Shinobu had to remind herself to breathe as she watched the woman tie a small bag to the bird’s leg and—

She was about to send it off somewhere! Shinobu couldn’t have that. Her heart weighed heavy with guilt ever since she had to give up her search for (Y/n), but if she had that crow, maybe, just maybe, she could have a definitive answer as to what fate had befallen the woman she had wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

“Stop!” She called sternly, just before the woman sent the crow back up to the sky.

The woman startled, an audible gasp left her lips, yet she did not turn around.

“You are not in trouble, yet.” She stressed the, ‘yet’. “Where did you get that crow?” Shinobu demanded, walking briskly into the clearing.

Upon hearing Shinobu’s approaching footsteps, the woman flung her arm high and the crow flew off, much to Shinobu’s dismay. Then she bolted. Shinobu was furious now.

“That bird was entrusted to someone important to me and may very well be the only lead I have to understanding what happened to her!” She shouted, pursuing after the woman, “Come back!”

She did not stop, in fact she picked up speed. This woman was no ordinary civilian. No matter, Shinobu was not someone to be easily beat in a foot race. She was not in the mood to play around tonight. She threw her bag to the ground and kicked hard off of the dirt. The distance between them faded second by second until—

“I told you to stop!” Shinobu leapt onto the woman, tackling her to the ground. A struggle ensued. Shinobu placed all of her weight against the person’s spine and wrestled with her arms to pin them above the person’s head. It was going much easier than she would have thought, like the person didn’t want to hurt her even if she seemed desperate to escape. Shinobu didn’t care to linger, instead she griped the hood that had fallen back over the person’s head in the struggle and she felt the person freeze beneath her.

“Please,” she wheezed, “please, don’t.”

“A little late for begging now.” Shinobu tugged the fabric back and pulled the woman’s head to the side so she could she her face. Her blood ran cold.

Her face, they had the same face. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, if she would just—

“Open your eyes, now.” Shinobu demanded, her voice crackling at the end.

Slowly, she complied. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. The color was off, but…

“You… you can’t be.” Shinobu felt sick upon registering the silted pupils and sharp nails and teeth, she could not say more.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the demon lamented, “I never wanted you to see me like this, I’m so sorry!”

Shinobu’s grip on the demon’s wrists went soft, and her shoulders went slack. This was surreal, uncanny… something in between, and Shinobu was beside herself. She stared into the side of the demon’s head for several seconds before a tear escaped her eye and broke upon the demon’s cheek, prompting her to look up at Shinobu with helpless, apologetic eyes.

Tentatively, Shinobu released the demon’s hands altogether and stroked her knuckles against her cheek before cupping it in her quivering fingers. A short cry escaped her lips and her body collapsed atop the demon, her forehead knocking into the side of the demon’s head, possible dangers be damned. If she decided to take a bite out of her, they could go together and just be done with all of this life’s bullshit anyway.

“Where did you go?” She asked, her voice the most hoarse that it had been in years, “What happened to you, (Y/n)?”

A choked sob resounded in Shinobu’s ear and she shut her eyes tight to try to keep more tears from falling. She wanted answers, but she could wait just a bit longer. Just a little bit longer until they had both sorted themselves out a bit.

***

Once they were relatively fine, and even that was probably too generous a way to describe it, Shinobu allowed (Y/n) to sit up on her knees and really got a good look at her. Beneath the thick travel cloak she still wore her slayer’s uniform. Even her sword was tucked under her cloak, undetectable to most. Besides small changes to her physique, she looked no different from the day she had left, untouched by time.

(Y/n) cleared her throat uncomfortably, bringing Shinobu back into the present, and explained everything from the beginning. She had gone on her mission and had been successful in killing the demon that had been her objective. She was going to head home, but that demon, though strong and no means an easy fight, had simply been a decoy that a cowardly Upper Moon had used to gage her skill. He was leagues stronger than her, and she was defeated and left for dead. As she laid there bleeding out, a woman, a demon doctor, came to her aid.

“I thought she was you at first,” she had disclosed, “I was so out of it at that point… I just kept saying I wish we had more time and… she turned me.”

Shinobu gripped her pant leg tightly, angry words for this so called doctor hot on her tongue for stealing (Y/n)’s humanity away, yet she stayed silent and continued to listen.

(Y/n) detailed her time with the demon doctor and her associate. The Doctor, as was all (Y/n) was willing to describe her as, to protect her, took care of her and made sure she never harmed a single human and that held true for as long as she had been a demon. She had aspirations to go back, to reach out, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not when she had become what she was supposed to destroy.

“You could have come back, you should have. I would have…” Shinobu’s words died on her tongue.

“You would have killed me.” (Y/n) said, though not unkindly, a sad smile upon her lips, “And in turn, that would have destroyed you. I couldn’t let that happen. It would have been dangerous and careless of me to show up as I am now. I shouldn’t have been so careless tonight either.”

“Things are different now!” Shinobu assured, almost desperately, “There is a demon girl, Nezuko,”

“You know Nezuko?”

They talked further, about their connections between the Kamado siblings and before long, (Y/n) felt a familiar instinctual dread that came when the sun was soon to rise. Dawn would be upon them in an hour or so. Shinobu seemed to sense her unease, and latched on to her hand.

“Don’t leave.” She pleaded.

“Shinobu, I can’t stay.”

“Come with me. Come back home, please.” Shinobu persisted, “I will talk with Oyakata-sama, you will be sanctioned like Nezuko, you will be protected, I promise. Just please, don’t leave me again I won’t be able to handle it.”

“Shinobu…” (Y/n) bit the inside of her lip. She had no doubt Shinobu’s word was true. She felt awful. She had sent her samples to Tamayo through her crow, but she was supposed to be heading back herself. But looking into Shinobu’s eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to say no. Her crow would find her again, and she would send Tamayo further correspondence then. Yushirou was sure to be happy if she disappeared for awhile. She squeezed Shinobu’s hand, and nodded.

“Okay,” she relented, “okay.”

***

Being back at the Butterfly Estate after so long was strange and made (Y/n) and all the other residents who had known her emotionally exhausted. (Y/n) was happy to catch up with Tanjirou and Nezuko, but the boy could smell the discontent in the air since her re-indoctrination.

Shinobu, though she had pleaded for (Y/n) to come back with her, had gone cold in the weeks that followed. She was angry with her, that much she could guess. There were a lot of feelings jumbled up between them, it would take time to be as close as they had been. If they could even get back to what they had and where they had been heading, (Y/n) didn’t know. As she was now, she couldn’t blame Shinobu for shying away.

She did her best to give Shinobu the space she wanted while also being available to her at any time. It was difficult, but (Y/n) knew better than to think that suddenly coming back in to Shinobu’s life like this would pick up where they had left off.

One day as (Y/n) wandered aimlessly around the estate, Shinobu fell into stride beside her, an impassive smile upon her lips.

“What can you tell me about the demon doctor Tamayo?” She asked in a hushed tone, though no one was around.

(Y/n)’s stride faltered. She had never given Tamayo’s name to Shinobu, not because she didn’t trust her, but because she wanted to protect Tamayo and the work she was doing.

“How do you know her name?”

“Oyakata-sama has tasked me with a very delicate operation. I will be working with her to develop a drug to kill Kibutsuji and one to return demons back to their human physiology.”

“Really? That’s great!” (Y/n) hugged Shinobu without thinking. “You two are the smartest people I know! Together, I just know you’ll find something.” Then, she seemed to remember herself and moved to withdraw from Shinobu, an apology already forming on her lips.

Shinobu held her by the elbow however, keeping her close.

“I want you with us when we start this project. Can I count on you?”

(Y/n) didn’t even have to think about it. She gave Shinobu her word and her heart fluttered at the small, yet honest, smile Shinobu gave her.

***

Shinobu did not like Tamayo and Yushirou, that much (Y/n) could easily see. She seemed especially irked when Tamayo spoke with (Y/n) in particular, even going as far to interrupt them and call (Y/n) to her to help with something that didn’t really require the attention of two people.

Shinobu’s possessiveness surprised (Y/n) though it really shouldn’t have. The way Shinobu saw it, while she was busy working and trying to move on from (Y/n), Tamayo was busy saving her life and nursing her back to health. Something that should have been Shinobu’s duty. The guilt of not trying harder to find (Y/n) still ate at her conscience. Every little touch the demon doctor gave (Y/n) twisted at Shinobu’s heart. She had been distant with (Y/n) because she felt undeserving of her, but she couldn’t stand her closeness with the demon doctor, she was at odds with herself.

When (Y/n) confronted her about it, Shinobu was honest, as hard as it was to admit, and shared her insecurities.

“I know I have no right to be so upset, but the way I feel, I can’t push it away when it comes to you.”

“Shinobu, none of this is your fault. What happened to me is not your burden to bear.” (Y/n) assured, taking Shinobu’s hands in hers, “I think we’ve both been avoiding each other out of guilt. We’ve been telling ourselves how we should have done things differently, but here we are together now and we’ve suddenly got cold feet.” (Y/n) laughed despite herself, getting a smile out of Shinobu.

“I appreciate Tamayo-san and all she has done for me. She is a very dear friend, motherly, but I don’t feel for her the way I feel for you. I still love you, Shinobu. I just don’t know where I stand in your mind.”

“I love you, too.” Shinobu gripped tightly at the back of (Y/n)’s uniform and buried her face against her neck, “I never stopped.”

Let the healing begin in earnest.

***

“Shinobu, you’re crazy.” (Y/n) groaned, exasperated. “I’m not going, and that’s that.”

“You will go, because it is how I can best keep you safe while you take your medicine.” Shinobu refuted, poking (Y/n) hard in the chest.

As the days go the final battle drew closer, they had developed a promising drug they believed would cure demons and turn them back into humans. Shinobu expected (Y/n) to got to the safe house with Nezuko to take the drug someplace safe, but (Y/n) was dead set against it.

“Nezuko can’t fight with us because if Kibutsuji got a hold of her immunity to the sun, we’d all be toast. I don’t have that. I can still fight and as long as I have this body, I cannot be easily killed.” (Y/n) argued.

“But you can still be killed. If I lost you again—“

“I don’t want to lose you either! Come on, Shinobu I thought you were smart!” Before Shinobu could lash back (Y/n) continued. “Every time we kiss, my mouth burns.”

“Hm?” Shinobu blinked, a bit thrown off by the sudden subject change.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Shinobu, I’m a demon. I can tell you’re chocked full of wisteria because it lingers on your breath and irritates my skin.”

Shinobu clammed up, she moved away from (Y/n)’s approach, but did not try very hard when the demon persisted. (Y/n) cupped her cheeks, encouraging Shinobu to look her in the eyes, she put on a brave smile.

“If you think I’m going to let you do this alone, you’re not nearly as smart as I thought you were.”

“I think I like it much better when you praise my intellect.” Shinobu tried to lighten the mood. “I did help create a cure for demons you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, my little nerd, I know. You aren’t getting out of this one. We are doing this together. I’m not going to be apart from you ever again. Come hell or high water.”

“So dramatic.” Shinobu attempted to tease.

“I’m not dramatic, I’m being honest. Now kiss me.”

“You just told me—“

“It’s worth it!”

Shinobu complied.

***

Shinobu and (Y/n) had been on their way back to Oyakata-sama’s estate when the whole Earth shook with the blast of a powerful explosion. Taking barely a moment to collect themselves, they burst forward in a great rush of speed. The Master, hopefully it wasn’t too late!

Before they made it to the Ubuyashiki Estate, a doorway opened the ground beneath them and they fell inside. They made sure the other was okay, and rose back to their feet, surveying the new environment they had found themselves in.

“The smell of blood is practically choking me.” (Y/n) observed, putting her hand over her nose and mouth as she tried to focus.

“It is putrid.” Shinobu agreed. “I think it’s getting stronger in this direction.

They went to investigate, soon coming upon a door where (Y/n) said the scent was its strongest yet. Shinobu slid the door open a few centimeters and peeked inside.

“Oh?” The grotesque chewing noise ceased and rainbow colored irises found Shinobu’s through the small opening of the door. She pulled it open the rest of the way, allowing the two demons to size each other up as well.

“Nakime-chan brought a snack, and who are you? Certainly not one of us… your aura is strange for a demon.” The demon blinked owlishly.

“Please,” a woman from the pile of corpses writhed, struggling to get to her knees, “help me!”

“Quiet now, I’m talking with my guests.” Douma admonished lightly, really, did that girl have any manners?

He looked back to the door, and he noticed the girl from the doorway had vanished, he drew his fan and waved it in front of his face, she was quite fast, but not nearly fast enough.

“I’ve got you. Are you alright?” Shinobu gave the girl a reassuring smile that quickly disappeared when the girl went slack against her, blood flowing from her like water.

“You can just leave her there. I’ll get to her later.” Douma waved his fan lazily as (Y/n) rushed to Shinobu and put a hand on her shoulder.

They hadn’t even seen him move. Did he strike before Shinobu got to her, or just when she landed? (Y/n) looked down at Shinobu and followed her transfixed gaze to the demon’s golden fans and blood stained hair.

What luck, if you could call it that. They were in the den of the demon that had killed Kanae.

Shinobu started in on him immediately, berating him and cursing him all the while the demon wore the same placid smile. (Y/n) did her best to keep Shinobu from doing anything reckless, earning her Douma’s attention as well which only made Shinobu angrier. She pumped his head and body full of poison, but her broke it down faster than it could eat at him.

(Y/n) took all the blows she could for Shinobu’s sake, regenerating as quickly as she could when her sword was not fast enough to clash against Douma’s fans. The chill of Douma’s demon art was no joke. Even as strong as the two of them were, he kept up with them easily and seemed to be toying with them.

Shinobu was growing fatigued. She knew what she had to do, but (Y/n) was fighting her as much as she was Douma. If she would just let Douma devourer her and then strike when the poison set in, they would win! But (Y/n) refused. They were not to that point yet. They had to keep trying together!

The tide began to change in their favor when Kanao and Inosuke burst in the join in on the attack. Together, the four of them managed to put Douma against the ropes. Finally, Douma slipped up when (Y/n) surprised him with her blood art, not far off from Tamayo’s own, and Kanao sent his head flying. To their immense relief, his body began crumbling away.

“We did it!” (Y/n) gasped, a disbelieving laugh escaping her. She went to pump her arms in the air, but quickly remembered that she didn’t exactly have any at the moment, but they would grow back in time.

“Haha! He was no match for us!” Inosuke crowed, shaking (Y/n) around by the shoulders.

“Hey, careful! Don’t breathe in my demon art, it’s still potent!”

“He’s dying.” Shinobu murmured, almost disbelievingly. She watched the corpse fade to dust as Kanao moved to stand beside her and hold her hand tightly. Shinobu pulled her in for a hug and Kanao allowed herself to weep quietly in sheer relief.

By the time the four of them made it back to the surface, the sun had rose and Shinobu did her best to cover (Y/n) up and keep her in the shade of the underground tunnel they had traveled.

“Something is wrong with Gonpachirou!” Inosuke yelled, running into the fray.

“Is that Nezuko?” (Y/n) squinted from where she hid in the darkness.

“Tanjirou and Nezuko need help.” Kanao moved to help, her eyes were still a little fuzzy, but she couldn’t let what was unfolding continue!

“Kanao! Take this!” (Y/n) yelled, tossing a familiar vial to the girl. She didn’t need to ask what it was and Shinobu couldn’t stop her from running into the danger zone.

“(Y/n), you needed that to become human again!” Shinobu yelled. “I gave Kanao the last vial just in case Nezuko needed it, you didn’t need to give her yours.”

“Hey,” (Y/n) coaxed, “it’s okay. Tanjirou looks like he needs it more than I do. We can make another if we have to. I can push off being human a little longer.”

“Those ingredients were rare, (Y/n) and I don’t know where Tamayo-san is. Who knows how long it would take to recreate it.”

(Y/n) looked down at her arms and frowned, her hands were still reforming, but she gave Shinobu an awkward pat anyway. Luckily, Kanao only needed the one and was able to give (Y/n) the vial Shinobu had entrusted to her before the battle had begun. When everything had calmed down a few days later, Shinobu administered the drug to (Y/n) home at the Butterfly Estate and stuck by her side as (Y/n) fell into a deep sleep.

***

(Y/n) awoke to the click of ceramic against wood and with great effort, forced her eyes open. She saw Shinobu sat beside her bed, attention focused on the book in her hands and grinned. Though her arm felt heavy, she scooted it over the edge of the bed and let her hand fall against Shinobu’s knee, startling her and subsequently making (Y/n) laugh.

“Whatcha reading, nerd?” (Y/n) asked, her throat a tad dry.

Shinobu scoffed and tossed her book onto the end of the bed before flopping down on top of (Y/n).

“Oof!” (Y/n) giggled a bit as Shinobu examined her. Her canines had shrunk, her nails blunt and free of unnatural color, and her eyes and hair were back to the shade and tone she had missed so dearly.

“What’s the verdict, Doctor?”

Shinobu kissed away her cheeky smile and cupping her jaw, she pulled away slightly, “You’re prefect.”

“I, I don’t know about that, but I like the praise.” (Y/n) stammered though she tried hard not to.

“I have something for you. It’s been waiting for you for a long time actually.” Shinobu sat up and reached for a small box on the table.

(Y/n) sat up with a grunt of effort as well to get a better look, “What is it?”

“Open it.” She said simply, holding the box out to (Y/n).

(Y/n) rose an eyebrow at Shinobu before focusing her attention on the box she opened it and a soft gasp left her lips. The necklace, untouched by time in almost three years, much like herself.

“I love you. This was for my official confession.” Shinobu smiled.

“Shinobu, I love you so much!” (Y/n) sniffled loudly.

“Then perhaps, if you find it agreeable, you would like to be my wife?” Shinobu asked. She was nervous, but she knew what she wanted. After all that had happened, she couldn’t imagine waiting any longer.

“Hell yeah I do! You mean it?” (Y/n) full on sobbed at that suggestion and held Shinobu tightly.

“Of course I do. Now,” Shinobu broke out of (Y/n)’s hold and stood up, “it’s a beautiful, sunshiny day. Want to sit in the garden with me?”

(Y/n) grinned, a burst of energy flooding her body as she realized that she was truly human again. “I’d love to!”

It seemed that Kanae’s wish for Shinobu would be fulfilled after all. The sun only seemed to shine brighter as the couple stepped out onto the engawa hand in hand with full and genuine matching smiles.

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This is how Lucas looks like he was written to me:

FB: "I ship it like FedEX"

ALSO FB: "He's a bombshell though. Are people going to like him? I'm not sure about that."

*Simultaneously messes him up at the same time while making him one of their most layered characters in a list. (I love Gary for that reason too). While also wanting to write him but then not because they already looked like they had an original path and didn't want to stray*

Whenever I'm on his route. I'm always like "What was FB even doing with you" and same goes for the unexplained "Big Daddy" connection like💀

Did they set you up for success or failure my darling? But he still excelled, and I can tell they probably regretted it for that moolah($). Notice how he's the only male non OG who interacts with MC in spinoffs. But at the same time...it kinda makes sense and not just because of his popularity, but because of HOW his attraction to MC was written?

Okay, I have a loooot of opinions right now so buckle up:

1) They really said "let's make him so hot it hurts and tease the players, pretend we're giving them a flawless route" and then they went "oopsie, guess not 😈😈" That's the only way to explain this weird amnesia, right? Sure, it affects other characters too (like the love triangle between Lottie, Gary and MC, when you tell Lottie you won't choose Gary and if you don’t choose him at the recoupling, she will act like she's totally surprised and vice versa). But it doesn't affect anyone as much as Henrik and Lucas. And since Lucas is the only one of the two who almost always says MC's name on day 5, while you really have to put in the work to hear Henrik say your name (you need to basically reject Lucas at every opportunity), I agree and I also think they really didn't know how they wanted to play it. There are so many loose ends and it feels like they never intended to tie them together...

2) The complexity of his character, YES! OMG! Lucas and Gary are by far the only two male characters that have any real character development.

Bobby - no, the same old people pleaser to the end, not really ready for love (which he would realise if he were a little more honest with himself)

Noah - uhm, no. Okay, maybe a little bit, because when you are on his route, he realises that he can't always avoid conflict and that he needs to put himself and what he wants first. But he still needs so much reassurance from MC, while we don't get that. Nada, nothing, zilch. And let's face it, we need to keep the money to ourselves for Noah to have the guts to break up with Hope, and that's sad.

Ibrahim - nope, no character development detected.

Henrik - no but he’s perfect just the way he is (and I’m saying this as a non-Henrik-stan tbf!)

3) SAME! I'm so confused as to what happened to him there. Like why drop the "Big Daddy" line and then just leave it at that? That doesn't make any sense at all. I feel like they had really good ideas and maybe a rough outline, but then they didn't bother with it and just messed him up.

4) There are many things that are completely ooc for Lucas - the most important of which is the proposal. Never would he ever welcome his girlfriend to spring it on him like that, even more so at a Love Island reunion. Secondly, he would be the one to propose because he needs to be in control, and fb forcing us to propose is really cruel (especially because at least Noah - and Marisol, I think? - were like, "Oh, sweet! I wanted to propose too"). Then there's the "Alright, let's start planning the wedding right away," where I was like, bitch what? You've got to be kidding me! So much wasted potential, so much lazy writing, and frankly I'm disappointed that they managed to ruin him for so many players - just think of the way they had him act so pushy and "can't take no for an answer" as the r!Lucas. 💀

5) YOU'RE RIGHT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I NEVER SAW THAT! At the reunion both Henrik and Lucas are seen BUT at the wedding - and I played it again to check: I married Bobby and chose Chelsea and Gary as best person - there was no trace of Henrik. Lucas was literally the only male OG islander, you're absolutely right! And I’m so baffled by that but then again I’m not, because he is special. In so many ways. The banter between MC and Lucas is just 🤌🏽 and then in the CMM spin-off we had a Lucas that was completely true to his character again. I feel like every time Lucas and MC interact, you feel the electricity between them, even if MC is married to someone else or in a partnership.

This is the proof btw. I didn't give Lucas any special role during the wedding ceremony and he was still there while Henrik was not. Or any of the Casa guys for that matter, lol.

Dang, just thinking about him and how fb could have made him the best written character along with Gary really makes me sad....