#i tried to make this short and right to the point

[curiousorigins]

As someone who had Chronic Pain for the first like 25ish years of my life... Abled people literally do not understand the concept of a pain that never goes away.

They literally can't.

It's impossible. It even felt impossible for me because my pain was so early and so consistent that my brain literally just ignored it until one day I was doing physical therapy for a different injury... and it was just gone.

I felt it's absence and I felt the best I've felt in 20+ years.

I hadn't had a particularly good meal that day. Still had my stomach issues. Slept badly. My back hurt. Probably dehydrated. Definitely had tooth pain. But that was literally the best I can in memory, had ever felt.

The closest experience I can describe to it, is when you've got an abscessed tooth and they relieve the pressure and the pain is just gone and it's wonderful.

If there is no absence of pain... there is no relief. You can't just sleep in and feel better. You can't just drink water and feel better or get a new pillow etc. That's just your new default.

Now as someone who had previously considered myself abled who now has had an official disabled tag on me and all that... (I for the most part lucked out with a temporary disability. But know that plenty disabilities are chronic, permanent or get worse the longer you go.) I felt I was educated that I was an advocate but absolutely nothing prepared me for my body failing me so consistently. I listened to disabled folks and tried to amplify their voices.

I 100% was the person to go to bat for people who were in pain on my team. The problem is that for many people, pain is temporary. With rest, it goes away. With healing it gets better.

Most of those folks are sadly not educated. And conceptually it's a hard concept to work on despite all the empathy in the word.

The bigger the chain, the less likely that the person making the schedule can just hire another person and of course we all know companies have been understaffing on purpose for decades. This is definitely a Worker Rights issues. We've got a toxic working environment almost everywhere and the majority of the Working Class that's still working literally does not remember it being any better. You absolutely deserved better. And You definitely could use the support of an Advocate. I got in multiple fights on the behalf of co-workers all the time for these kind of issues. And when I was temporarily injured on the job, I had co-workers who fought for me too. The problem is people don't understand that we must stand together for this. For the abled folks, this is a temporary problem... just like their managers have been telling them understaffing is a temporary problem.

Look at your disabled co-workers folks and realize... one day that's going to be you. We literally all will at some point most likely be classed as disabled in some way. Sometimes permanently and sometimes not.

What you stand for TODAY is what might be left for you when it's your turn. Your managers/middle manager answer to a higher power then you and that is the greed of a very rich guy who literally sees you all as EXPENSES not VALUE.

DO NOT sacrifice YOURSELF on the Alter to Someone else's greed.

I understand the job market is tough and there are crappy work places that reveal themselves as crappy slowly. But YOU help create the CULTURE at WORK. ANYTIME I overheard management complain about such and such an employees issue with scheduling or with their ability. I ALWAYS spoke up.

I mentioned what a hard worker they were. How we'd been short on people for a long time. How we all deserved to be staffed enough that every one of us should be able to leave for 2 weeks and not have the store fall apart. I made people team lift. Reminded them that Corporate could not give them a new spine.

I trained most folks to speak up. And the more I did it, the more of use who would speak up.

And United We Bargain Divided We Beg.

The primary thing a manager is supposed to do is keep us compliant enough to work. Disgruntled rumblings are powerful when echoed.

Speak Up. Speak Up about TEMPORARY PAIN caused by WORK. TEMPORARY PAIN becomes PERMANENT PAIN if allowed to CONTINUE. PAIN is your body's FIRST attempt to get YOU to STOP doing something THAT IS HARMING YOU.

They decided that our anti-fatigue mats were a hazard. (It was actually the fact that our Stockroom was too small for the Stock they sent us and our Staff couldn't clear it with no space to work.) And tried to remove them. Every one of us had our shoes wear sooner and we all had greater back pain. I made sure to voice how weird it is that I hurt more now that we didn't have those mats. Sometimes I'd even sit down when we were unloading the truck to give my back a rest. I'd tell my other co-workers to do as well.

If a manager had the power to bring them back came in when I was sitting... I'd interrupt their telling me off for sitting that I literally hurt and what the cause was. That I'd probably be going to the doctor soon.

(Be sure to document your work pain by texting (not work but also work) other people about it. About how you hurt because blah blah at work. You might need it to prove that they should be paying to fix you if you ever need doctoring or disability pay.)

We got the mats back.

I would like to see more people talk about how jobs treat disabled employees.

I used to prep, wash dishes, and cook at mellow mushroom. I had chronic pain that wasn't NEARLY as bad as it is today, but it was still very debilitating. I told my employer "i cannot stand more than 4 to 6 hours. I CANNOT do shifts longer than this due to my illness." And even though i made my boundaries VERY clear, everyday i worked it was 8 hours at the least and 10 or 12 at the most. I would go up to my manager and say "look i really need to leave, my shift is over, my chronic pain is killing me." And he'd say "we really need to here, you HAVE to push through." And so i did, and after one, ONE month of that job my crps got incredibly worse to the point where i could no longer walk my dog around the block which was .5 miles. I quit, and that was FOUR years ago, and ever since that day I HAVE BEEN BEDRIDDEN AND HAVE TO USE A WHEELCHAIR. It is my biggest regret in life.

My best friend who has seen my whole journey has recently developed undiagnosed chronic pain, and she is in the EXACT same scenario i was 4 years ago. Busting her ass at a pizza place with extreme pain that hurts her so much she tells me "im in so much pain i don't even feel like a person." She doesn't feel LUCID. And her manager and coworkers are saying the same thing "if you don't help us you will let us down, we'll be in the shit."

That job thats hurting you isn't fucking worth it. I promise you no money is worth losing all your physical abilities and never getting them back. Your coworkers and boss do not give a shit about you, so don't you dare suffer for them. They will never understand your struggle and they will never try. They truly think being understaffed is worse than whatever pain you experience. They would rather you permanently damage yourself than inconvenience them. FUCK THEM. DON'T FUCKING DO IT!

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Kiss me - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Kiss me - Cassie

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: smut (it's a cute one though)

wordcount: +4k (got carried away, ops)

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EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, -18 DO NOT INTERACT

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“Looking all sweet, but let’s be real, he’s the type to f** Y/n so hard she’s left feeling her cervix as a souvenir of their night.”

His fans had always been in fine form, but after those pics were released from his event? Oh, they were in rare form.

One tweet caught my eye, and I had to bite my lip to keep from cackling out loud. There he was, looking like an angel on earth, his smile all soft and innocent—yet the caption was nothing short of outrageous.

I nearly snorted, and, of course, it got his attention.

“Something funny?” Lewis asked, his gaze shifting over, already curious.

He looked so blissfully unaware of the chaotic energy his fans had just injected into my life. “What’re you reading?”

“Oh, nothing. Just, you know, your fans thirsting” I said, holding my phone up so he could see. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he read, and when he got to the cervix part, that smirk I knew all too well spread across his face.

Great. Here it comes.

“They’re not exactly wrong” he said with that smooth, I’m-definitely-trouble smile. “Didn’t you just say a few days ago that your gyno might get worried one day?”

My eyes practically rolled back. “I cannot believe you’re bringing that up.”

He shrugged, unbothered, stretching his arm across the back of the couch, his fingers grazing my shoulder. “Why? Because it’s true?”

I tried to brush it off, laughing, but I realized his fingers were already on my jaw, gently tilting my face up to his. I gave him a mock-innocent look, like I wasn’t just laughing at his, exceptionally creative fans.

“I’m just saying, they’re funny. Doesn’t mean I actually think it’s accurate.”

“Uh-huh.” He leaned in close, his eyes locked on mine, dark and serious. “You sure about that?”

God, his gaze was enough to make my stomach flip. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of that.

“Well…” I trailed off, clearing my throat as casually as I could manage.

Big mistake. Because in a flash, I saw that competitive spark in his eyes, the one that always meant I was about to lose any game I tried to start with him.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” he asked, voice dropping into that deep, rumbling tone that never failed to get my pulse racing.

“Only if you’re up for it” I shot back, praying he couldn’t tell I was already half a goner from just that look.

He chuckled, low and smooth, and that was all the warning I got before his mouth was on mine, shutting me up mid-sentence. His lips moving with just the right amount of heat that my snarky attitude was gone.

I forgot the stupid tweet, the fans, the whole internet, because now there was only the feeling of his hands on my neck, his chest pressed against mine.

When he finally pulled back, I could barely breathe, and he had the nerve to smirk at me. “Still think they’re exaggerating?” he murmured, his fingers tracing along my jaw.

I wanted to come up with some snappy reply, some sarcastic retort, but I could barely think straight with him this close. All I managed was a slightly shaky, “Maybe a little.”

“Guess I’ll have to remind you thoroughly, then.” He grinned, and before I knew it, he had scooped me up from the couch like I weighed nothing, carrying me down the hall to our bedroom.

One kiss after another, he was laying down a trail of heat I couldn’t even pretend to resist, my hands already tugging at his shirt, which somehow found its way to the floor.

Okay, fine I thought, somewhere in the haze of it all. Maybe the fans do have a point.

I barely had a second to catch my breath before he was on me again. And I mean on me.

I was melting into the bed, feeling the weight of him, the warmth, like every nerve in my body was suddenly awake and waiting. He brushed my hair away from my face, his eyes tracing over me like he was memorizing every detail.

How on earth did I get this lucky?

And, of course, Lewis wasn’t exactly making it easy for any train of thought to be coherent.

He lifted the hem of my shirt slowly, so slowly that I almost wanted to roll my eyes.

Tease. But the moment his lips touched my stomach, any trace of sass in me just evaporated. His kisses were gentle, lazy almost, like he had all the time in the world to just savor me.

“Oh, you’re enjoying yourself,” I managed, the words barely a breath as his mouth moved lower, leaving goosebumps.

He grinned against my skin, and I felt his lips curl into that playful smile that always made my heart flip. “I think you’re enjoying this just as much.”

He was right, of course, but I’d be damned if I admitted it right away. I was still catching up to how he was going to prove the tweet right, but first he was teasing the hell out of me.

He moved up again, his face inches from mine, and my breath hitched when he took his time kissing me like he was reading the most interesting book in the world, page by page.

Each kiss felt like he was imprinting something into my skin, and honestly, it was a little maddening. Here he was, practically worshiping every inch of me with a patience that I could barely handle.

“I thought you liked it rough” I murmured, trying to sound unaffected, which was absolutely pointless given the way my heart was pounding.

“Oh, I do,” he whispered back, his eyes holding mine. “But I love it when I get to take my time with you.”

He was impossibly close now, and his voice went straight to my bones.

I should have had some witty reply ready, some sarcastic little retort that I’d normally throw out just to keep things light. But he wasn’t giving me an inch to think, his fingers tracing a line down my sides, his lips skimming my collarbone, and I was losing more and more the fight to keep myself together.

My head tipped back when his hands made their way to my hips, his grip just firm enough to keep me in place, and his lips found their way to my chest.

You’re taking forever on purpose, aren’t you, Hamilton?

Each kiss, each touch, felt like he was making some kind of unspoken point. He wanted me to know, to feel just how deep this went for him. And God, he knew exactly what he was doing.

By the time his mouth reached my nipple, the last ounce of my composure was long gone. My back arched on instinct, and I was biting back a moan that would have only encouraged him more.

His fingers moved over my curves like he was memorizing the way I fit under his hands, and then he pulled back for a moment, his gaze flicking up to mine, dark and unreadable. “You really think I’m just like switch, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that made my breath catch.

All I could manage was a nod that didn’t make sense. My heart was in my throat, and every inch of me was burning under his touch.

He smirked, as if that was all the answer he needed, and then he dipped back down, his mouth reclaiming my skin. “I’ll show you both sides” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss over my heart. “Rough when I want, and sweet when I have the chance. Or both when you let me.”

And I could barely manage to get out a word between breaths. “You’re... infuriating.”

He chuckled against my skin, his breath hot and maddening. “And yet, you’re not telling me to stop.”

His lips found my other nipple, and he took his time, making sure that my head was spinning by the time he came back up, his hand tracing along my waist, each touch making my skin feel like it was on fire.

The world outside this room could have disappeared, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Right now, there was only him— taking his time, making sure I knew I was the only person who’d got to see him like this.

I was far too wrapped up in him, every look and every touch setting me on fire.

And then he slid his hand down my stomach, his palm pressing firmly against my covered pussy, the heat of it sinking through me.

His fingers toyed at the edge of my lace panties, his touch so light it was driving me insane.

“Lew, come on,” I half-groaned, half-laughed, trying to keep some control over the situation—or at least pretending to. His smirk told me he knew exactly how close I was to giving up that control entirely.

“Oh, I’m coming on,” he murmured, his fingers slipping down to cup me through the lace. The heat of his touch was enough to make me arch against him, and I hated that he knew exactly what kind of power he had over me.

That smug grin of his? Absolutely infuriating. And totally deserved.

He gave a soft laugh when my body responded, and I could practically feel his smirk against my neck. “That easy, huh?”

“Shut up and keep going” I said, trying to keep some shred of dignity.

He knew what he was doing, his fingers tracing torturously slow circles, not enough to relieve the ache but more than enough to drive me out of my mind.

“Patience, love,” he whispered, lifting his head to give me that classic, cocky look. “I promised you both.”

If I’d had the ability to roll my eyes, I would have. But instead, I reached up, grabbing his face, desperate for the feel of his lips against mine.

He grinned, then kissed me deeply, one hand still pressed firmly against me, his fingers finally slipping under the edge of the lace, grazing over my skin.

Then his fingers brushed my folds, just barely, and I bit down on his lower lip, unable to stop myself.

He let out a low growl in response, which only made me grin, even as my heart pounded like crazy.

“Impatient, are we?” he teased, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes flashing with that mischief that was already wrecking me.

I let out a breathless chuckle. “Cut the tease…”

He shook his head, amused, his fingers slipping under the lace fully now, and I felt myself buck against him.

Each slow, teasing stroke on my clit was enough to make me nearly forget my own name.

I was so losing this game.

“Soaked already,” he murmured, his voice a delicious mix of satisfaction and amusement.

I would have made a comeback, I swear, but his fingers were tracing over me in a way that was completely short-circuiting my brain. Every time I thought I’d gotten a grip, he found a new spot, a new way to make me squirm.

“Oh, is that a smile?” he asked, catching my expression and leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. “Thought you wanted me to hurry up?”

I rolled my eyes absentmindedly, even though I could barely muster the energy. “Hurry up, slow down, whatever. Just don’t stop.”

He laughed softly, and before I could say another word, he moved down, positioning himself between my legs, his mouth hovering so close I could feel his breath. His fingers traced up and down, building a maddening, delicious tension, and every nerve in me was screaming for him to finally close that distance.

“Lew, please” I managed, breathless and desperate.

He gave me one last teasing grin, holding my gaze as he started, his lips and hands working together to arch me off the bed. And with every nerve in my body alight, I realized there was no witty comeback that could save me now.

I was utterly, completely lost in him.

Dizzy with need, every nerve in my body tuned to him, but Lewis? He was taking his sweet time, equal parts infuriating and intoxicating.

He was enjoying every single second, holding me on this edge that had me biting back moans, trying to keep at least a shred of dignity.

Like that was even possible with him right now.

His hand slid down, curling around the edge of my panties to tug them aside. But of course, he just looked at me, a devilish smirk in place.

“So impatient tonight,” he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly over me, like he hadn’t just spent the last however-many minutes driving me insane. “Isn’t this what you asked for?”

If I had any ounce of wit left in me, it was dissolving fast. “I didn’t think you’d take ‘slow’ this slow” I shot back, my voice breathlessness and sass all mixed into one, making his grin grow wider.

“Maybe I just like seeing you worked up” he said, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit.

The jolt it sent through me was enough to make my legs tense, but he just chuckled, watching the effect he had on me like he was studying art. “I need to live up to the hype, don’t I?”

His teasing was making it so hard to keep any semblance of control.

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around the base of him, only to have him still my wrist, that devilish grin back. “Oh no, love. Tonight, you’re just going to feel me. That’s your only job.”

Somehow, his words alone were making my pulse race. “Alright, Mr. Control Freak.” I managed, half-laughing, half-breathless.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’re back to the name-calling?”

Before I could respond, he lined his cock, pressing just enough to make me gasp, his hands gripping my thighs as he held me firmly in place.

He was still smiling as he began, his thrusts slow and measured, like he had all the time in the world and zero plans to speed things up.

I was doing everything I could not to lose it completely, but he was making it hard.

Impossible actually.

Every single, agonizingly slow stroke was designed to drive me out of my mind. And he knew it.

He looked down at me, his gaze intense, but there was that barely-there flicker in his eyes. And I saw it. The effort it was taking him to keep his control.

He was fightingit, I could tell, like he was determined to make a point.

“You good?” he asked, voice soft but full of that teasing edge, his thrusts hitting a spot that made my vision blur.

“Yeah” I managed, my voice little more than a breathless mess. “Totally good.”

Not desperate at all. Nope. Not even a little.

But he was still watching me with that knowing grin, his fingers tightening on my thighs as he slowly picked up the pace, his breaths becoming heavier, more labored.

“You’re squirming,” he pointed out, his voice strained with his own restraint. “Think I’ll be able to keep this pace with you moving like that?”

Even in the middle of the haze, I couldn’t help but give him a smirk. “Keep up, then.”

Bold statement—especially given that he was currently holding every ounce of control over me.

And before I could even blink, he lifted my legs, shifting them up onto his shoulders, and suddenly every single thrust hit exactly where it needed to. A slow, perfect shockwave that had me gasping and clinging to the sheets.

“Like that?” His voice was a low growl, his control slipping as his movements gained just a bit more force, each one slow and all-consuming.

I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone answer as his gaze was fixed on mine. Like he was waiting, daring me to say something else, but every word dissolved before it could even reach my lips.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he finally let go of that tight, controlled pace, his movements still slow but just a little rougher, his hands gripping my waist as he watched every reaction he pulled from me.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice labored. “Let me see you.”

Every nerve in me was on fire and somewhere in the haze, I was sure I could feel my heart racing out of my chest. He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine, and with every kiss it was like he was branding himself into me.

I couldn’t stop the sounds leaving my lips, my breath coming in sharp gasps, and he finally let out a groan, his control slipping just enough that I could feel him speeding up, his breath hot against my skin.

“Lew—” I breathed, my voice breaking, unable to stop myself from moving in time with him, my body fully surrendered to the way he was moving against me.

His name was the only coherent word left in my vocabulary, and when he finally lowered my legs, letting them rest on either side of him, he pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm and steady.

“You feel that?” he whispered, his voice full of intensity, his hand coming up to cup my face as he slowed down just in time to let me ride the waves of my release.

And gosh did I rode that orgasm.

I felt every inch of him, the way he was holding himself steady, giving me that same tender, relentless energy.

As my breath started to steady, he brushed his thumb across my cheek, waiting for me to open my eyes.

And when I did, he was watching me with that same teddy bear smile, soft and proud, like he knew exactly what he’d just done, and like he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, the warmth of his gaze wrapping around me. “You good?” he asked, and even though his words were casual, there was something in his eyes that told me he wanted to hear it.

“I think we’ve definitely moved past good.” I echoed, giving him a half-smirk, half-laugh.

I could still feel the remnants of my orgasm pulsing through me, my body soft and spent, but there was something about the way Lewis was still hovering over me, breath shallow, eyes still full of heat, that had me pulling him closer.

The intensity of his earlier movements had me completely lost in him, and now that he was slowing down, I felt that familiar pull to take care of him, to return some of the devotion he'd given me.

His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin as his movements grew slower and more deliberate.

He hadn’t come yet, and I knew it was because he was doing everything in his power to give me space to come down, to keep from being too rough and just savoring this moment.

His body pressed against mine, his hips moving in slow, circular strokes, dragging against me in a way that had me shivering beneath him.

“I’m good Lew, really” I whispered, trying to catch my breath, and he hummed softly in acknowledgment, his lips brushing across mine before he pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice husky with desire but with that hit of concern, as though he was double-checking, even though I could feel how much he was struggling to keep it slow.

“I’m more than good” I said, my voice a little shaky, but my nails running up his back, pulling him even closer to me. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

I could feel him smile, a small, satisfied curve of his lips. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me gently, deepening the kiss as he started to move again, each thrust slow, almost measured, like he was trying to memorize every part of me.

I could feel every inch of him inside me again, the drag of his pelvis against me driving me wilder even being gentler than before.

It was almost like he was whispering his love in every thrust, and I felt every part of me melt under him, my own hands roaming down to find his back, his sides, holding onto him.

Because I could never let go.

I was so fucked up in the love I had for this man. So fucked up in the way he could turn me inside out, leaving me breathless one moment, and then so tender and gentle the next.

He wasn’t rough now. He wasn’t hurried.

“You’re close” I whispered against his lips, my voice low but teasing, loving the way he was fighting not to lose it. His grip on my sides tightened as he groaned softly, his eyes closing as he concentrated on the slow roll of his hips.

“I’m trying to hold on” he murmured back, his voice strained. “Trying not to rush it… but, damn, baby…”

I smiled softly, my hands gently cupping his face as I kissed him again, slow and tender, wanting to give him everything he needed in this moment.

My own body was still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm, and I loved how it felt to be so connected to him. He was still taking his time, even though I could hear his breath faltering with every pass of his hips.

“Let go, Lew” I whispered softly, pulling him down to me, pressing my lips against his ear. “I’m right here”

That seemed to do it. I felt the tension in his body snap as he gave in, and the way his movements became almost desperate but still held that deep, slow rhythm.

His moans were louder now, growing more guttural, and I felt him lose himself in me, in the way he was finally letting go, filling me with a warmth that had me gasping for air.

I could hear his breath hitching as he tried to push himself just a little bit further, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding it together. But it didn’t matter anymore.

I pulled him closer, my hands clutching his shoulders as I whispered more sweet nothings, my lips brushing his skin in a way that had him falling.

When he came, it was slow, labored and deep. His whole body shuddering as he let out a low groan, and I was right there with him, kissing him through it, holding him close as he filled me.

His face was next to mine, his breath hot on my skin, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his ragged moans. There was nothing more intimate than hearing him like this, his pleasure all tangled with mine.

As his body finally slowed, he pulled back slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his features filled with that boyish happiness.

He gave me a soft smile, still trying to catch his breath. “You good?” he asked, the same question he always asked, but this time it was a little lighter, a little less intense.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “Are you?”

He grinned, his eyes still a little unfocused. “Yeah… just, give me a minute”

I ran my hand gently along his chest, still reeling from the sensation of him inside me, but not losing the opportunity to tease him lightly. “Gotta give it to you, for an old guy, you really work it well”

Lewis raised an eyebrow, looking down at me, clearly amused. “Oh, is that how we’re doing this now?”

I grinned up at him, my body still buzzing from the aftermath. “I’m just giving credit where credit’s due. You might be getting up there in age, but you’ve still got it.”

He chuckled, finally pulling away, both of us wincing at the feeling of emptiness.

He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and as he cleaned my thighs up, I couldn’t help but notice the change in how he looked at me, from that goofy, tender smile to a wicked grin.

He hesitated for a moment before stating “Definitely left a souvenir”

I looked down, feeling the sensitive heat between my legs, and shot him a cheeky smile. “You got a little too carried away with your ‘old guy’ moves.”

He raised an eyebrow, giving me a knowing look. “If you’re still that sassy I’m sure I can find other ways to shut you up.”

I laughed, the sound full of affection and humor. “That tweet’s gonna stick with me, isn’t it?”

But despite the banter, I couldn’t help but feel that warmth again in the pit of my stomach, that quiet love I had for him—the way he could be so tender, so gentle, but also rough when I needed it.

As he kept on cleaning me up, I raised an eyebrow, the corners of my lips twitching into a mischievous grin. "Oh, and just so you know," I started, letting my voice drop into a teasing tone, "I liked the tweet. Just to make sure people know I agree."

His eyes widened in mock disbelief. “You did not,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned back to look at me more intently, trying to gauge if I was joking.

I couldn’t help but smile even wider, the truth hanging between us like an unspoken dare.

He stared at me for a moment, processing the full impact of what I’d just confessed. And then, with a wicked grin, he leaned down and kissed me hard, his lips claiming mine in a way that told me I’d just earned another round in return.

Well, looks like liking that tweet would be the least of my worries.

When he finally pulled away, both of us breathless, I smirked up at him, savoring the moment.

“You know,” I said with a little chuckle, “You might just get me to start a fan club for you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin spreading. "Oh yeah? What’s it gonna be called? 'I love Lewis Hamilton'?"

I shook my head with a dramatic sigh. "Nah, that’s already taken, probably. Maybe something like, ‘I’d let Lewis Hamilton leave me raw any day,’” I shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing to say.

His eyes flickered with amusement and his lips curled into a knowing smirk. Without another word, he pulled me toward him, kissing me deeply again, his arms wrapping around me like a vice.

I guess if he’s gonna keep me like this, I might just have to start the fan club for real.

But then again, who’s the real fan here?

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Logan wants to get you pregnant.. but Wade won't shut up. so he finds a solution <3

tags: threesome, AFAB!reader, gn!reader, top!Logan, powerbottom!Wade, creampie, breeding kink, degradation, oral sex

pronouns used: they/them (reader can be any gender <3)

wordcount: 407 (WOAH SHORT ENOUGH TO BE CONSIDERED A REAL DRABBLE?? NO WAY)

NSFW, 18+ ᰔ

“woah, Peanut, you’ve gotta slow down.. you’re gonna rip the poor baby’s ass apart!”  “shut the fuck up, Wade.”  “ohmygod, nevermind-” 

the constant back and forth between your two lovers was never boring, especially in the bedroom.   Wade and Logan found themselves in a competition, all because Wade had been cocky enough to say that they couldn’t get you pregnant. that made something feral snap in Logan. 

"ah-! Logan.. too much, too much..”  you blubbered, clinging to a pillow as he rammed you from behind. his fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your hips. he was at least two creampies deep at this point, and it was getting a little overwhelming. “you know what to say when it’s too much, darlin’,”  Logan rasped, only to fuck you harder, making the headboard slam against the wall.  “damn, Lo! thank god we don’t live with Blind Al anymore, boy she’d be pissed if she heard us-” 

Logan had just about had enough. 

he pulled out of you abruptly. your cunt oozed with Logan’s cum. you squirmed, whining as you weakly clenched, toes curling as you tried to keep it inside of you.   “put that worthless mouth to use, Bub.”  Logan spat, grabbing him by the back of his neck. Wade yelped, but it was replaced by a purr of obedience and arousal.  “oh ho, fuck yes!”  he giggled. Wade happily nudged himself between your thighs, starting to lap at Logan’s cum dribbling past your folds. 

the sensation was enough to make you gasp and moan, squirming, trying to hold on for dear life.   “mmm.. he tastes so good, especially coming out of you, pumpkin,”  Wade cooed. his tongue dug right inside of you, the pink muscle covered in cream when he pulled it out.   “okay that’s enough..”  Logan grunted.  “ooh, what’re you gonna do now, Wolvie? hm?”  “just keep eating them out, fucker.”  “whatever you sa-ohhhh! god, fuck! yes-!” 

out of curiosity, you turned and craned your neck, now able to look over your shoulder. you blushed, noticing Logan’s bare hips pressing into the skin of Wade’s scarred ass.  “just as tight as always..”  Logan remarked, giving Wade’s left cheek a smack, making him moan right in your pussy.  “make them finish first, then i’ll fill you up. i’m getting both of you pregnant.”  “ohh fuck yeah, knock me up!”  Wade moaned, his arms wrapping around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. 

it was a shame that Wade was cis. with you, there was still a chance, I guess.  

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my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @cosmiiwrites , @frxstwalker, @ithofficial, @activesplooger, @dolly-lil-lambie

[vicariousresearcher]

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Johnny who’s slowly making progress. Whose tremors in his hands are relaxing. Who’s starting to be able to order food in public again without his stutter doubling over itself. There are still more days than not that he’s using the wheelchair more than the forearm crutches but even with that he’s accustomed to it enough that he’s got plenty of mobility.

It’s been over two months that you’ve been working with Johnny and he’s been thriving as well as a man in his condition can. He attributes this entirely to his god-sent Angel of a nurse. He wouldn’t have gotten too far without you helping him through every stage. Having endless patience and compassion. Not a judgmental bone in your body.

So it comes as a complete shock when you ask him about having his sister or one of the team come up in two weeks because you have to take a shift back at the hospital.

“Why would you n-need that hen?” Johnny's voice is strained despite the joking tone he tries to lighten it up with. “Needing more funds? Am I n-not paying you well?”

You just shake your head, back turned to him while you section out his meds for the week. Unable to see the mounting anxiety in his face.

“Oh, don’t worry about my money. I just need to work on the floor every four months or I have to get reorientated. It’s just more convenient so that when I leave I have a job right away.”

“Already thinkin’ bout leaving me hen?”

You just rolled your eyes at the comment, having gotten to the point of being casual with Johnny weeks ago.

“Only so many football games I can listen to Johnny before I start to go mad. Try changing it up to hockey or baseball once n a while.” You slot the bottles back into the cabinet and the pill box on the counter for easy access. “So it’ll only be two days I’ll be gone and I can get everything set up beforehand. That sound good?”

You look over to him expectantly and Johnny doesn’t have the heart to say no to you. 

No, he can’t do that yet. That’ll freak you out. Get some big reaction. He needs to get you to make the decision to stay on your own.

......

Everything just seemed to go downhill so fast. Relapsing back into previous conditions.

Every other word evaded him to the point of forcing himself into a stewed, annoyed silence from being unable to just get a damn sentence out without ‘sounding like an engine about to give out.’

Waking up to a hard thump and groaning, sending you padding out into the dark hallway only to find Johnny on the ground, forearm crutches on the floor right beside him. Quickly stammering out that he thought he could make it to the bathroom without the wheelchair. He normally does this is just a one off please don’t fuss over him hen-

You having to strip off his shorts to apply moist pads to his thighs after he’d spilled steaming hot coffee on himself. His hands shook too bad to slide under the waistband. He kept apologizing with a look of frustration on his face. Brows furrowed and teeth bared with a hiss of pain yet eyes soft with humiliation as you kept reassuring him that it was okay. This was your job. You were there to take care of him.

He always tries to keep that light tone of his, joking about independence and no longer having a babysitter one day. It makes you want to believe him but the bitterness and scorn in his eyes when seeing even his buddies come by is palpable. 

Even the fun of watching football is sucked out when his brain contorts to see the men as comparisons to his own state. Functional men.

Men that you would never leave, men that you would willingly cling to, men so unlike him.

…..

Johnny’s therapist takes you aside before one of the sessions, asking about the sudden change in Johnny’s progress. If there were any triggers you could remember.

And you should’ve said something. Confessed that the trigger of Johnny’s worsening was the perceived threat of you leaving. But you didn’t. Because if you did then flags would be raised about the inappropriate boundaries being crossed between caretaker and patient and you would be removed from Johnny’s care. And that just would make his recovery worse. 

You were doing the right thing, right? You were just looking out for Johnnys well-being.

[purpledemonlilyposting]

Did you see Courtney’s stream yesterday? In short she thinks you’re only causing more harm than good to the Lily situation by making so much of it about her anime takes rather than focusing on her being a groomer and pedo

It's best to leave Courtney alone right now. She's upset I was procrastinating on doing a react to Joon's video and I didn't realize how much she had her heart set on that or how upset she was until after she left my Discord server. I did try to apologize for that.

However I think she's under the mistaken impression that Lily's latest video is actually about media literacy. But it's not. It's just a backdoor way to bitch about Ant, Crim and me.

In fact ALL of Lily's videos are like that. Once you notice the pattern you can't unsee it. Her videos have never actually been about media. They've been about weird, specific things Lily believes, or annoy her or things she gets criticized for that she tries to paint as some kind of universal problem in order to justify it to herself. Everything always comes back to her. And it does make her tell on herself pretty often.

Like her saying "People are SO STUPID that whenever they see close siblings in media they think "incest", this is all because parents are neglectful and don't interfere when siblings fight!" translated to normal people speak that's just Lily complaining that people call out the obvious incest undertones in her stories and bitching about her parents and child psychiatrists again. It's always the same bullshit.

At any rate what else can I do but call out Lily telling on herself and shine a spotlight on her? I can't get her arrested. And I still have a channel to run and my own life to worry about.

But I'm not taking anything from Courtney personally. If she wants to reach out at some point in the future that's fine.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

°𝄞 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 °𝄞

☆ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡 ☆

"Is a Hero or a Criminal?"

♬♪ 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ♬♪

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✶࿐ Summary : was it wrong to defend someone you hardly know but also you knew too well?

✶࿐ Word Count : wishing that you won't get bored lol

✶࿐ Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, g0re, vi0lence, d3ath, action, upside down, police chase, false accusations, Jason and his gang reoccurring, misunderstanding, denial, I'm gonna stop right here! 🤭

✶࿐ What to Expect : reader lives in 2024, ANGST, FLUFF, fantasy, romance, comedy, time travel

✶࿐ Note To Reader : fasten up seatbelts guys, because this is going to be a tough one to read

✶࿐ Author Note : I'm so sorry for y'all keeping on waiting I'm so caught up with my life lately but I'm here now! 🥺

𓆩♱𓆪 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𓆩♱𓆪

❦ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 ❦

"Ow!"

A big thud that made you jump as you flip the pancakes and you turned around to see Eddie looking groggy as he tries to get up from the floor

You snort as you continue to cook the rest of the pancake batter, "Morning" you shake your head of what just happened to him

He rolled himself over in the couch too much that it made him fell over

Eddie had to blink twice to make his vision clear as he grunts, "Uh- good morning"

You heard his raspy voice as he went beside you to grab a glass as he opens the fridge fills it with water

"That smells good" He watches you from the back as he gives him a full idea of what it could be like

This feels so domestic, you with that collar loosed gray shirt with pajama shorts and your hair is down, shit- he even had to check his heart to feel if it's still beating

You glance at the back, you smile, "Yeah? this will be all ready soon to be plated"

"Jesus Christ!"

You flinched at the high pitched voice from Eddie as he shook his head at Chrissy who is now standing so still in the hallway

"How long you've been standing there?!?" Eddie asks as he huffs out of air from his lungs as he went over at the table

She blinks dumbly, "Uh, I don't know" she shrugs as you give her a threatening look as you point the spatula at her

Chrissy bits the bottom of her lip to hide the teasing smile but you know her deep down

As you turn off the stove and stack up the rest of the pancakes as you place it down on the table

"Chrissy, if you won't stop I'm not giving you any" you give her a final warning look as Eddie chuckles when you move the plate away from her as she groans

"Fine, I'll behave" she snickered as she poked your side as she reaches for the mug and a teabag in the counter and filled it with hot water and let it steep for a while

Eddie grimaces at the faint smell of the tea brewing "I seriously have no idea why people enjoy drinking that"

"What? Tea?"

"Yeah, it tastes like leaf!"

"it has benefits that's why we drink it"

"We? Who's we?!?"

You washed and cleaned all of the mess that you used for cooking as you listened to their silly banter as you chortle to yourself while you dry your hands with a paper towel

"Eddie, it's healthy!-"

"Nah, that's like a death sentence-"

"Alright, children! Y'all done arguing?!?"

You start clapping to get their attention as they both went silent as you sit at the center of the table

"Jeez, I'm like the peace maker of this home" you say as you placed two pieces of pancakes in your plate and you know damn well that Eddie has a stomach of a dinosaur so you made well enough for all of you to eat

"More like our mom" Chrissy teases as you kick her foot under the table

"Hi mommy" Eddie says it with a forced baby tone as you cringe at it as Chrissy bursted cackling

"Oh my fucking god! Just stop the both of you and let's eat!" You said it with a laugh as you throw him a blueberry originally you aim at his face but instead he catches it with his mouth as he shoots you a playful wink as you roll your eyes at him

"Y'all are a menace"

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"Do you really have to go?" Will emphasizes his words to his mom, obviously begging her to not leave

"Yes, dear" Joyce gives him a small smile with a sad glint on her eyes

"He's already there waiting for us" Murray saids as he carries his duffel bag over his shoulder

"Jonathan, you're the one in charge, okay?" Joyce calls out before she closes the door

"Uh, yeah, mom- I got it" He says nervously as he clears his throat

"Joyce-"

"El, how many times do I have to tell you-"

"Yeah, I know, sorry- I just wanted to say something"

"What is it, honey?"

"My friends back in Hawkins, they're kinda having a trouble in there and they found someone who is....." She trails off and she averts her eyes elsewhere

"Who is what?" Mike chimes in the conversation as El gulped, Joyce waits for her patiently to continue

Will gave her an encouraging nod as Jonathan listens while standing in the doorframe

"I-I wanted to tell you, I just don't want all of you to worry but our friends found someone who is from the future"

"What?!?" Murray hurriedly walks back in the house as he overhears El

"I know this is going to sound crazy but Dustin told me without her a lot of teens might've been killed"

"Killed?!?" By who?" Jonathan uncrosses both of his arms as he tries not to worry about Nancy

Will who walks out in the middle of the conversation as he went by the living room and turns on the television

"Vecna" El saids it plainly

"Guys?" Will calls out to everyone without taking his eyes off in the television screen

The rest of them walked closer and they saw Eddie Munson's Wanted picture along with other Hellfire Club members saying he's the cause of the murders

"Wait, Eddie? That's not- this is a hoax!" Mike exclaims as he took the remote from Will's hand as he switches the channel but everything is a headline now that Eddie is a wanted man and that frustrates and infuriates him

"That's why Dustin was so urgent to talk to us" Will manages to put the dots together, Jonathan drags his palm over his face

"There is something you should know about Yuri" El immediately saids before they tried to leave again

"Woah, wait- we never told you about-" Joyce and Murray we're both appalled as they both looked at each other

"It's Y/N, the girl from the future, she told me"

That alone left the two adults enthralled by this

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"Shit, we we're so close!" Enzo pants as he grimaces at his new scar on his arm

"Now, that's the real question....if we could ever make it out alive here" he kicks the door out of frustration

Enzo heard Hopper's quiet sobs in the corner as he straightened himself up

He has never seen or even heard him like this

"Everyone that I care, the more danger that comes to them"

One of the Russian guards threatened him with words that he knows that isn't true, they're just trying to get in his skin but sometimes he just fears that some of it might be true

When someone exposed Enzo's agenda with Hopper he got himself imprisoned and he is still got the shivers from the story that Hopper told about the rest of the prisoners while they're chosen for having a free feast

It's the way that Hopper eeriely said it

"We're not prisoners here, they're using us as bait, that's why they're feeding us like this so we can be plumped and fresh for the monster to devour us"

Enzo can't even spoke a word after that, this is the only time he ever seen his friend on this vulnerable state

Only thing that he can ever do is to just listen

"This girl, El, and there goes Joyce, I told myself that they needed me, turns out I was the one who needed them"

He sniffles as he sits up properly and Enzo didn't catch Hopper getting something on his prison jacket

"So, that's why the answer to your question, we're going to make it out here alive"

Hopper reveals that he successfully stole the lighter from one of the Russian guards when Enzo thought they lost their chance when the rest of them are outnumbered and they got beaten brutally

Enzo is mixed up with a lot of emotions showing up to his face, his jaw is slightly open and his eyebrows are raised as he begins to chuckle in disbelief

The gloomy demeanor has been diminished when seconds ago, he thought his friend was already losing hope

He must be executed from underestimating his friend's faith

"Y-You.....you motherfucker" he chuckles yet again as he shakes his head

"Don't make me laugh, my ribs are cracked"

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Gareth, Lewis and Jeff are sitting at the small coffee table as they inhaled every waffle that Steve cooked while the kids....are getting on his nerves

"Hey, hey! No dirt on the carpet!"

"Yeah, we know, Steve" Dustin rolls his eyes sarcastically as he munches chocolate chip cookie on his mouth

"The crumbs are now all over the place!" Steve exclaims as he points out his parents most beloved carpet in the living room

"You know you already ate a lot of those, man" Lucas snatches the cookie jar away from Dustin as they start a commotion in the kitchen

"I wasn't finished eating that!" He shouts out loud as he chases Lucas

He runs a stressful motion on his hair as he takes a deep breath, "They can stay but I need a little respect here!"

Unbeknownst to Steve, Fred is silently observing him, it's not his place to be nosy about his best friend's life but he can't help but to feel like Nancy is too good for him, he is well-aware that Nancy thought highly of him but since he also knows the history of King Steve, since he's here, he has to be sure that he truly changed

Steve goes to the other side of the room where it seems more quiet, so, he can deal with his thoughts for a minute

"What's troubling you?"

He is so locked in with his thoughts that he didn't catch Robin stands beside him by the window

He sighs, "I-I am not so sure about what's bothering me"

Robin processes his words for a while and then she goes, "Is it Y/N?"

"What?"

"We might be acting unserious all the time but I know what's going on with those eyes ever since the time you saw her for the first time"

He sighs, "Alright, fine, you beat me to it" he says as he put his index and thumb finger on the bridge of his nose

"We're going over there right? why won't you just talk to her?" she says as she slightly open the blinds by the window

"It's not that easy, Robs-"

"What do you mean it's not that easy?!? the Steve Harrington all of the sudden doesn't know how to talk to girls?!?"

He huffs, "No, I don't mean that- I just met her..... it's not even a week and yet I am here losing my mind over at her"

"You got it so bad, huh?" She says with a grin like a Cheshire cat would do

He throws a pillow at her but she manages to catch it before it hits her she laughs

He chuckles as he ignores the butterflies in his stomach, "Yeah, yeah, come on, let's tidy up, so, we can visit there"

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"This is why I don't let my children be exposed to that music"

"Yeah, I trashed my son's Dungeons & Dragons game"

"Good riddance that Munson boy is gone"

"He's a bad influence, he could ruin lives of our kids"

".....Back in 1986, many speculation and a lot of conspiracies in this town of Hawkins, what really happened on that day? some people still believe that Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club is the crime suspect as well in the deaths of these ghastly things circled around the area back then, is it really natural causes? The Earthquake?......this case is remained unsolved....but today, I must question you....is Eddie Munson, a Hero? or a Criminal?"

"Fuck, this media shit, of course, he is a goddamn wild criminal!"

"I heard he sells drugs in highschool"

It's 2024, and yet, people still grew hatred towards him, you got tantalized by that question in the news from a TV store by the window that is surrounded by parents with a scowl in their faces as their conversations overlapped in your ear

He didn't deserve this, he didn't asked for this, you want it to stop

It's crazy how you care so much about the so-called dangerous man in this town, when you didn't even born at that time, maybe, it's different for them

Sure, maybe, they're right, but also maybe they're wrong

You're going to prove it, someday

He is a hero to you

"Y/N?"

"Uh- yeah?"

"You okay? You looked like you're thinking again"

You stare at him with blankly as you let out a deep sigh, "Am I easy that to read?!?" he sits down beside you at the platforms in the back of the house as you both stare the scenery in the lake

"It is given that I don't know you yet fully but this" he gestures to your face as you chuckle, "I know you well enough with that"

"I just want all of this to be over" you say as you bring your knees closer to you as you duck your head down

His smile slightly falters as he rests his hand on your shoulder, "Hey"

You turn your head to face him with worry, "I know, we will be fine"

"Why?"

"Because you're here"

You smile fondly at that, he looks like he wanted to say something more but Chrissy came in hurriedly

"Chrissy?" You say as Eddie turns his head as he follows your gaze as she walks closer to the both of you

"Yeah, sorry, uh- I think I need to go home"

"What?" You stood up quickly and so does Eddie who is looking at her like she's grown two heads

"Jason, he will find out about everything that we do here, I know him, I know what he is like he won't rest until he finally got what he wanted, I fear, he is now suspicious, I'll just show up and I'll come back here"

You think about it carefully and you agree even you don't want her to leave

"You promise, you'll come back?"

"Yes, I promise"

You both shared a tight hug as she does the same to Eddie as well

"Whoever starts this fiasco, I'm gonna kick them in the balls for you"

He chuckles at that, "I'm gonna be so honored that the Queen of Hawkins High defended me"

She snorts at that title, "I would rather be one of you than some fake ass boring title like that"

As you both watch her leave, Eddie is still amused by this version with Chrissy that he hasn't seen in her

"What's gotten into you looking like that?"

"My bad, Y/N, it's just.... that's the first time that I ever heard Chrissy swear"

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"It's Patrick, isn't it?"

You look at Lucas, he saw the answer in your eyes as you nod slowly

He purses his lips as he starts to twiddle his thumbs, "I-I saw him while I was with him in the car, I-uh- I saw the signs"

"What did you do about it then?"

"I didn't do anything even I wanted to do something, but whenever I overheard him a couple of times in the men's locker room after our basketball practices, when someone asked him, he always saids it was just nothing but now obviously it isn't"

"The fuck is wrong with kids nowadays" Steve scoffs

"Hey language!" Dustin nudges his shoulder as he mutters an apology

"I mean, I don't blame Steve either, I hate it when you show some care, they get mad or when you don't, they're still mad" Robin rambles

"Guys, have you ever thought about that maybe it's their household is the problem because they got no one else to talk about it?" Max speaks up as everyone had a agreeable nod in unison

You sigh, "just like Chrissy" you say in a whisper

"Y/N, tell us, what we should do?" Nancy places her hand on top of yours as she give you a warm smile

"Yeah, Y/N, you know all of the answers" Jeff stands up, Gareth and Lewis chimes in the conversation

All of them are in straight forward attention with you, all eyes are in you

When you shift in your seat, Steve notices it, "You don't have to-"

"It's alright, Steve, I got it" You held his hand as you give him a tight nod

"Okay" ignoring the warmth from your hand as he says softly as he stands beside you

"So, uh, do any of you know the story about Victor Creel and his family?"

"What's the old man got to do with this?" Eddie asks in confusion

"Because Vecna is Henry Creel"

"What?!?"

They all say in unison, they said it so loud, that you have to shush them in an instant

If only this wasn't a life-threatening scenario for you, you would've laughed at their comical reactions

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"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you check Chrissy for me? She said she'll come back soon but it's been an hour and I'm worried"

"O-Oh yeah, sure"

"I hate asking favors but-"

"Y/N, it's fine"

He held both of your shoulders as you exhale and smile at him as he tries to not get too much a leap of his feelings in the process

He doesn't wanna ruin this let alone scare you

"Okay, uh- thanks for everything, really" you gesture at the grocery bags in the counter as he nods

"Yeah, well, anything for my friends"

"Friends?"

His heart pangs slightly when you said it that word again but he knows it's too soon, but this....he will be so contented if he's included in your life

"If you want to"

You pinch him by the arm as he exaggerated his reaction, "Hell yeah, I wanted to" you say with a proud smile at your face

While you're talking to Steve, there's someone else watching the both of you, a pair of chocolate brown eyes locking in as you interact with him, he doesn't know how to feel, a slight wave of insecurity or jealousy?

My god, he needs a reality check, he's not even yours but yet, he's here acting as if he is your boyfriend

So, he left before he could tear himself apart if he continues watching the two of you

When everyone else left, saying they'll keep a look out of what going on with the town and the news

"Hey" you say as you walk outside while zipping up your jacket, he takes a drag of his cigarette

No response

That's weird

You're trying to unshake the feeling of the obvious weight of the mood shift but still you wanted answers

An hour ago, you saw him being a chatterbox that you almost forgot that you're helping him get out of this fuckery that Jason did, he was okay, and now you thought maybe his social battery was drained but no

This is far more different than that

This is something else, but you hope that you're thinking, what he is thinking

"Eddie?" you say as you place yourself in front of him but he moves away clearly dodges your eye contact on him as he takes the last remains of his stick as he stuff it out on the ashtray in the tabletop

"Is there a problem?" you move closer to him, fuck, if you keep doing that, he might kiss you

Even when he tries to avoid you, he can't do it in an hour, please, it doesn't take him a minute to ignore you

He acknowledges you finally with a brief glance "No" he says flatly

"Eddie, I know you're new to all of this but please-"

"Shh-"

He shushes you as he places a hand over your mouth as he saw a freaking headlight towards in the front of the house

The both of you looked at each other in fear as the both of you investigate outside

Neither of you can't identify what's going on of how dark it is, both of you see people but you don't know who it is

"Take Chrissy with you but make sure she's stays put in your hold, alright?"

"Got it, Carver"

The dark circles around her eyes and the red stinging because of crying and she is tired of this and being abused like this, so, she takes the matters into her own hands, adrenaline rushes through her system

Before, Jason and his friends come any closer to the property

She elbows the guy holding her mouth and her hand as she kicks him in the balls and manages to dodges a hit from a baseball bat as she punches him in the face

She picks up a weapon and also catches a glimpse of the car keys as she pocketed it as she screams

"EDDIE AND Y/N GET OUT OF HERE!"

Everyone shooked at the loudest shout from Chrissy that echoed

Now, you know why Chrissy can't come back

She is now being held against her will by Jason

"You fucking dumb bitch!"

"That's for you, Jason!" She flips him off as he angrily stomps forward to her

"Don't you dare come any near from me!"

Jason exasperated sighs as he closes his fists aggressively, he signals his friend that was about to come and grab her but stops him

"I should've done this a long time ago" she says as she walks backwards as she reaches at the car door and gets inside of it and locked every door

"Chrissy, you're siding with the wrong people" he places his hands on top of the car

"Am I? tell me, Jason, who do you think who is at wrong here?!?" Chrissy says as she turns on the ignition of the vehicle

"Spoiler fucking alert, it's you, Jason, willingly to end someone's life for a crime that he doesn't even commit and I know you're the one who brainwashed everyone's minds to this bullshit"

"I told you they gotten into her" says one of his friends beside him

"Oh, fuck you!"

"Chrissy-"

"Just stop, you're sick, Jason, you're the one who's supposed to be everyone is afraid of, it's over"

She leaves at that as she takes one last look at the lake in the rearview mirror she weeps as she wishes she was there to help the both of you

She couldn't bear being so far away from you

Millions of emotions runs through your core, you don't know if you should be terrified or burning with huge fit of fury

You swallowed your gasp as you couldn't pack up anything that you both needed as you watch Eddie grab the walkie-talkie he whispers the emergency many times but nothing ever picked up as the both of you went off in the backyard

You both ran towards at the speedboat as you both discreetly get on with it, you both paddled at the middle of the lake before Eddie starts to pull the engine

"There's someone here"

"The son of a bitch was playing on us this whole time"

"Hey!"

One of the goons saw the both of you in the window as they jump in the lake

The terror in your eyes mirrors with Eddie as he quickly pull the engine, but your nerves got even more rattle than before when it didn't work

"Help me out here, man" Eddie panicked as he keeps banging at the engine

"Eddie, we need to defend ourselves, they're swimming towards here, they're getting closer"

He takes one of the oar as he swings back and forth, "Hey! back off, man!"

Patrick, you saw him behind Jason, you hit him in the side of his face as he almost grabbed Eddie

He exclaims in pain as you yell at him, "You're about to witness, the death of your friend you careless stubborn motherfucker!"

Eddie gets alarmed by your tone of your voice as he breathes heavily of what's going to happen.....again

Your heart cracks piece by piece when you realized that you can't even took that trauma away from Eddie

He saw this not once, but twice, most people overlooked that part of him

"You should've listened to Chrissy" you say in defeat as Jason looks at you in confusion

You already know what she did and they didn't believed her, obviously, my god- all of you ever wanted to do is to give her a hug when you know damn well for sure that she anything to save Patrick

"Ah- fuck, come on, man, we're close"

He keeps looking from his behind but no one is there

"Patrick? What's going on-"

His body out of nowhere jumps out of the water and you and Eddie freaked out from the sudden scene as the both of you fell from the boat

Jason his mouth is hanging agape as he couldn't understand what's going on and then suddenly Chrissy's words are all connecting now

"It almost happened to me, he is denying it, I know he heard the clock chimed!"

*EYES WENT WHITE*

"You want to help your friend, right? Ask him what is his favorite song!"

*BONE SNAPS*

"Regret, you're going to regret this, you're not listening to me, he will die because he is the next target!"

*LEGS TWISTED*

"He saw what I saw in the trance, Vecna, he's the one who is killing the kids not Eddie!"

*JAW CRACKS*

"Believe me when I tell you this, there is evil in this town and you're just too stupid to see it"

*EYES SUCKED OUT OF THE SKULL*

Patrick's lifeless deformed body dropped back down in the water like it was nothing as he stare at it into a blank space as his mouth moves without any noise that is coming out of it

You felt Eddie's body stiff as you try to get his attention, he wished he won't see that you're crying, but you are as you steady your voice

"Eddie, we have to get into the surface"

"Y-yeah, o-okay"

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Steve is a man of his word

He checked Chrissy for you but no one is in there in her house, neither Jason's

You told him to call you right away when it's done

No word from the both of you, the silence is killing all of them

Extremely and overall shaken of how long not receiving anything from you and Eddie

"They're not picking up the phone?" Max freaks out as she kept pacing at Steve's house

"I've lost count at how many times I called them!" Dustin redialed as much as he can

"I-I tried the walkie-talkie too, no update" Fred stumbles over his words as Robin gave her a small smile for the effort and help that he gives

"Do you think we should drive over there now?!?" Steve stresses out as swings his keys on his finger as he went out for the door

"Hey dude, let's not rash-" Gareth blocks the path as he tries to get away from him

"Harrington, we saw the cops outside, they might think we know something, do you wanna get caught?" Lewis pushes Steve by the shoulder

"She's with Y/N, she knows what to do-" Jeff adds

"Don't put all of the weight on her, man- she has feelings too!" Steve reasons as Robin tries to calm him down

"Let's just hope that they're okay" Nancy bites the tip of her tongue as she tries not to be frantic when everyone else is already is on the edge and she doesn't want to fuel it more

When everyone clashes out with an argument, Lucas wipes an exhausted hand over his face as he heard the tire screeching sound outside of Steve's house

"Guys?"

All of them shut up finally as they whipped their heads towards to Lucas

When Steve opens the door, shit, he rubbed his eyes at the person standing on his front door

Gareth emotion's swirls in beyond relief when she saw her in the flesh but his gladness slowly diminishes when he saw the bruises and wounds all over her

Before all of them speak up all at once, she holds up a finger

"I need all of you to come with me at the police station"

The ride on the way there is so disturbing for everyone else because it's too quiet, but of course, the rest of the young adults are mature enough not to ask about what just happened to Chrissy

The elephant in the room

The kids however are slowly dying inside wishing to know about what happened to you and Eddie

When Chrissy caught Dustin staring with a longing and worried expression desperate for answers, he stops staring as she inhales before she spoke

"They're alright, all of you can take a breath now"

Everyone cheers in hushed whispers as Chrissy continued to explain further

"Damn, they showed up?"

"Yeah"

"How you ever manage to-"

"I've handled it" Chrissy says it so coldly and pointedly that Steve slowly nods in understanding

He knows it's not targeted at him but he knows something else is deep within that

When they arrived at the police station, a bunch of parents curious eyes looking at them as they stepped into the premises, all of you ignored the shocked gasps from the other adults in the neighborhood when they recognized Chrissy as everyone tailed behind to hear some scoop

"Officer Powell and Officer Callahan?" Chrissy called out as they were both stunned at her appearance

She catches a missing poster of herself as she chuckles bitterly as she shakes her head

"Yes?" They both said in unison

"We need to talk"

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(hey y'all, I'm so sorry again for this chapter, I know it been long overdue, but my life has been eventful lately but I am truly okay! I really hope that you didn't forget about me and this story! I tried it make it fully detailed and enjoyable, thank you for your patience and your support, I am grateful! stay safe! 🥺🫶🏻✨)

[mentallhealthmatters]

Probably late but... (Long rant ahead)

https://www.tumblr.com/mentallhealthmatters/766237584051552256/like-fuck-you-shelby-this-guy-had-a-buuunch-of

“This is a 'I don't trust you guys, you weren't my friends,' move. This is 'you guys supported her, even quietly,' this is 'yeah no one fucking talked to him to hear his side of the story' move.”

Oh I have my thoughts and opinions on this and of people wishing or hoping that Wilbur still has friends or is still friends with those that used to be on that friend list. (the MCYT/Streamer Sphere) They are just setting themselves up for nothing but disappointment.

It wouldn't surprise me if everyone from the MC community - even those closest to him - abandoned him, in fact, I'm expecting it. Tommy private/unlisted his Wilbur Return “If I annoy Wil” VOD and even one or more of his YouTube videos that featured Wilbur (Like the Sims one). Philza unfollowed him everywhere, removed everything from his Twitch that even hinted at Wilbur, and he might be modding for Shelby (not 100% sure about that). Hell, he also probably got rid of some videos on his YouTube channel. Molly (Tommy's girlfriend) streamed with Lexie. (I think this was after the allegations) And isn't Lexie an ableist, claiming to be a victim of narcissistic abuse, which I hope she is able to heal but claiming all those with NPD are inherently corrupt or abusers because of a disorder they didn't ask for is just wrong. 

Sidenote/Mini-Rant: Saying "People with NPD will never get better because they lie to their therapists.” Is just so toxic and ableist in my opinion. 1) While NPD can’t be cured, it can be treated, and saying those with NPD will never get better discourages them from seeking those treatments. 2) Only a medical professional, psychiatrist, psychologist, or an expert on NPD can make a diagnosis, not Twitch streamers. 3) NPD and other similar disorders are extremely stigmatized and doing this is just going to make it harder for people with those disorders.

Not to mention all the ones who jumped on the hate bandwagon to throw in their two cents or those who just bashed him, Minx and Billzo for example jumping on the bandwagon: Minx was at a party at his house, saw him and Shelby(?) arguing, tried to insert herself - got denied - then later when Wilbur was heading to the bathroom because he drank too much. She followed him into the bathroom to hold his hair back (never mind that his hair is too short to be held back) Wilbur being drunk, assumed she was trying to harm him, got angry at her, and told her to leave, calmed down, and apologize and said she didn't have to leave, yet she chose to leave anyway. But according to Minx, he’s still somehow the bad guy because he got angry thinking she was trying to hurt him while drunk, she isn't a victim of anything. Billzo handcuffed Wilbur without his consent or permission to a railing(?) as a joke and threw the keys away. Then Wilbur tells or asks him to let him go making it very clear that he didn’t want this nor find the "joke" funny, only for Billzo to inform him that they don’t have the keys and set the cuffs to the tightest setting while Wil’s panicking. So of course this makes Wil panic more til he yells at Bill to find the keys. And somehow people are making Wilbur the bad guy because he yelled, while Bill was the one who restrained him, put the cuffs as tightly as possible, and laughed at him. Wilbur had every right to yell at him! (I would have) And Wilbur apologized to Bill for yelling at him!

And the others, many of whom admitted themselves that they weren't close to or knew Wilbur all that well like Aimsey, Tubbo, Harry, and Max (Didn’t Will need to be reminded by Tommy who Max was at one point?) all of which were very fast to condemn and attack Wilbur but when Beau came out about her story about being kissed without consent (might be more to that) by Snikrep, someone a majority of them hang out with, suddenly they're distancing and excusing themselves. Didn’t Aimsey make a statement on Twt saying she didn’t associate with the guy, only for a recent photo to drop that had both of them hanging out together in it, and then she deleted her statement on Twitter? Weren't Harry or Max (or both) caught on a previous stream where they were making fun/jokes about Beau and her story/situation? Isn't Harry friends with KitWisp and Snikrep who have also been accused of domestic abuse and sexual assault? I’m unaware if anything happened to them. (I think Snikrep is still editing for Tommy) It shows how performative and self-centered their activism and support for victims is. (Correct me if any of the above info is wrong or if you have more to add. I'm recalling all this from memory.)

Hypocrites, they’re hypocrites. “With friends like these, who need enemies" is a saying for a reason. 

I highly doubt he will even glance in Minecraft’s direction or touch it with a 50-foot pole because of all those people previously mentioned, even if he still likes the game itself. 

Wilbur deserves better. Better friends and better people to spend his time with. He needs people who will help him improve, not drop him as soon as the public deems it or when it's not profitable. I believe that it’s best he's gotten rid of all his MCYT "friends" as well. If all of them were willing to use his downfall to boost their reputations and careers, then he's so much better without them. He has worth outside of them and deserves more than them as much as I miss his friendship and dynamic with them. (SBI my beloved)

Besides, Wilbur being in a niche-y band with a small music channel on the side suits him more than being a Minecraft content creator. I say this as someone who found him via his Minecraft content and enjoyed it more than his band. (I like his band/songs, I just enjoyed his content more)

Plus Wilbur's biting habit is fixable, it can be helped. It's not something he kept secret, everyone knew about his biting habit and knew it was something he had done for years. I know change can be challenging, and be a long, slow, and difficult process. But what matters is that he keeps trying! That looks to be what he’s trying to do, with his last post on Twt, with him going to therapy and changing his lifestyle a bit. It's hard to stop a long-term issue or habit that started in childhood, like his biting habit (Old habits die hard) but none of them seem willing to try and help him change or improve himself. You should at least try, you'll probably get kicked and scratched in the process but that's what friends do: try to help each other. (Keyword: TRY. Don't keep burning yourself at both ends of the candle for someone who is unwilling to change. But Wilbur seems to be trying/willing.)

Even if Wilbur and some of his old friends somehow reunite or reconnect sometime down the line, if they can make amends, and rebuild the bridges burnt, those bridges aren't going to be what they were previously. They could only - at most - look similar but never be the same.

Only bridge id encourage being rebuilt is Quackity. *fuck* everyone else. But thats less i care about wilbur and have deemed Quackity to be the only one worth redeeming, but Wilbur is a crucial key to things id like to see from Quackity in upcoming plots and plans, and shelby burned that bridge. The story can still be told, but a name would have been omitted and i rather it not be.

[banqanas]

FANTASTICS manifesto for their 3000th day after debut

a.k.a things they want to accomplish by February 2027

SEKAI

Mine is a group goal...

for FANTASTICS to have a hit song!

A song that anyone anywhere will recognise! I want nothing else other than this!

Seguchi Leiya

To Seguchi Leiya in the future, by the 3000th days after our debut

Do you finally have a terrace in your house?!

I like doing barbecues and I like camping. So I would like to continue working with this dream in mind of having my own terrace

Sawamoto Natsuki

To hold concert tour at 5 main dome stadiums

We weren't able to realise our dream of holding a dome tour by our 2000th day, but I want to push ourselves more so instead of concert tour at just one dome, I hope we can do it at all 5 main domes. So everyone please continue to support us.

Yagi Yusei

In the upcoming 1000 days,

I will become an artist that is recognised by everyone!

Nakajima Sota

To compose and write a song fully on my own❗

And have you become a person that can wear colourful outfits⁉️

by Sota

I want to make a song that can only be made by FANTASTICS.

I tend to wear black most of the time so by our 3000th day, I want to confirm if I can pull off colourful outfits.

Kimura Keito

Dome concert tour! And consequently, overseas concert tour

-10Kei chan

I want us to become a group that can be loved by the whole world!

Sato Taiki

I have three things I want to accomplish by our 3000th day milestone.

For Fanta to have a namesake program that lasts for years,

to hold concerts at dome stadiums around the country, and lastly,

becoming a person that can properly communicate with my parents.

Yusei: How old do you think you'll be by then!!

Sota: You're already old enough to accomplish that last one by now...

Taiki: Maybe by then I'll say goodbye to my rebellious phase...

Sekai: After you wrote "dome tour around the country", you think the mood would get too serious so you added that last part as a joke, didn't you.

Taiki: Exactly as he said.

Taiki: *proceeds to share too much information about his interpersonal relationship with his parents*

Hori Natsuki

To become a guy that can pull off a super tight all back hairstyle

Taiki: Like Akira-san's?

Horinatsu: Yeah. Or Tsurugi's.

[deoidesign]

Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

[stellewriites]

how do you get a guy to realise you’re just not interested? like i can’t make it much clearer without it making my mornings at work awkward :/

[mechahero]

//Quick sketch of the result I got from this wheel earlier. Deeply hilarious that out of all the gems Lambda got assigned out of that generator, it had to be a Sapphire LMAO

[iftitah]

.

[itwoodbeprefect]

flashbacks to dialogue that happened less than a minute ago are annoying and a little insulting for obvious reasons, unless it's in bad buddy episode 5 [2/4] and pat is having entirely serious sepia toned flashbacks to fifty seconds ago while almost shoving a set of drumsticks he hasn't even paid for yet up his nose. then it's brilliant and world changing

[aaaaaaaaagenloser]

(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

.

Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

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OCD Declan Lynch is anybody with me on this

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Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner