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viasdreams · 1 month ago

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Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ plz shoot me and not with that gun

"what are you supposed to be?" jeno asked, settling into the back seat of jisung's car.

"gonna be so real, i just put on the sluttiest thing i could find."

renjun turned around in the passenger seat, looking your body up and down. "this is a costume party, you remember that right? what if they don't let you in?"

"it's still a jackson wang party, they'll let any girl with a pulse in. if they ask who i am, ill just say im a father's worst nightmare." you shrugged.

"jisung why are you blue?" jeno reached over the seat to stroke the driver's cheek.

"HEY!" jisung swatted his hand away. "don't fuck up my makeup."

"oh my bad man" jeno awkwardly sat back in his seat.

"don't worry about him, he's just nervous about meeting his boo thang. isn't that right ji?" you smirked at him in the rearview mirror.

"fuck yes im nervous" he drew out the 's', squeezing his eye shut.

"JISUNG EYES ON THE ROAD! OH MY GOD!" Renjun lurched for the wheel, swerving away from the trashcan lined up on the side of the street.

"if we crash right now, you'll never get to meet him ji," you reminded.

"shit you're right," jisung sat up straight, placing his blue hands at ten and two. "no one talk for the rest of the drive, papa needs to focus."

"you're not dressed as papa smurf though."

"JENO NO TALKING!"

you managed to get into the party with ease, jisung actually being the one questioned by security.

"are you like an ugly avatar?"

"no im a smurf," jisung anxiously bounced on his toes, looking through the door. "look im in costume, can i just go inside?"

"fine whatever." before the guard even motioned for him to go, jisung had already rushed inside, practically slamming into your back.

"ok now where is my beautiful man at?" jisung's eyes darted over the crowd, the backlights making his blue skin glow.

"here we can split up, ill go upstairs, you look down here. ill call you if i find him" the only reason you were at this party was so jisung could meet chenle, so you might as well help unite them.

"ok yeah, but if you find him, please don't make out with him. i know it'll be hard to resist his charm," jisung firmly grabbed both of your arms and gazed intensely into your eyes, "but please don't."

"don't worry ji, i would never do that to you." you pried his hands away and made your way to the stairs.

your search for the elusive brainy smurf was unsuccessful, and you were about to text jisung when you got a message yourself.

all thoughts of jisung and chenle left your mind as you swiftly made your way to jaemin.

before opening the door, you paused, preparing yourself to potentially lose the next day of your life due to the sheer power of jaemin's dick.

putting your hand on the knob, you felt a cold hand under yours.

"oh im sor- hyuck?"

an extremely awe-stricken donghyuck stood in front of you.

"yn? um you look..." his eyes traced over your barely covered body, "...cold."

you giggled, wrapping your arms around your torso.

"yeah a bit." you took a second to look at his costume, "looks like your prayers of becoming a vampire were answered."

"what? i am not a vampire." he forced a laugh and violently shook his head. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"uh, then what are you dressed as?"

"oh right! i am dressed as a vampire, yep. not an actual vampire though because those don't exist. and even if they did, i would not be one."

"yeah..." a silence fell between the two of you. "um anyways, are you going in here too?" you pointed at his hand still holding the door knob.

"oh yeah, im meeting jaemin in there."

"really?" he nodded, "so am i. he texted me to meet him here."

"wait why would jaemin ask you to meet him?"

you tried to respond but before you could the bedroom door swung open, a wide-eyed jaemin emerging.

"hey guys come in, come in." jaemin stepped aside, urging the two of you to enter.

"jaemin why did you call yn here?" donghyuck asked.

"ill get to that in a second, real quick," jaemin grabbed your hand and stared into your eyes, "yn can you help me?"

his hand was just as cold, if not colder than donghyuck's. they were both much colder than you, which was weird considering you're the one wearing next to nothing.

"yeah of course, what do you need?"

"for you to go to sleep."

donghyuck watched as your body fell limp, jaemin quickly catching you and moving your body to the bed.

"jaem what the hell is going on?"

"great save with that whole 'im not a vampire' thing just now." jaemin's tone was thick with sarcasm.

"oh you heard that?" donghyuck said, rubbing the back of his head.

"of course i heard it, we have heightened hearing remember."

"oh i forgot," donghyuck's gaze made it's way back to your sleeping body, "wait stop distracting me, what's happening? why is yn here and not her clone?"

now jaemin was the one rubbing the back of his head. "right yeah um there never was a clone."

"what?"

"ok before you freak out, just let me explain. i saw that you were having a hard time being around yn and all that stuff. and that's why you came to me for real blood."

"jaemin i know all of that, what do you mean there's no clone." donghyuck's voice was getting louder with each word.

jaemin took in a big breath, closing his eyes, "yn is the person i've been getting blood from." he opened one eye to gauge donghyuck's reaction.

"are you KIDDING ME JAEMIN?" donghyuck roared.

he wouldn't admit it, but the look on donghyuck's face truly scared jaemin.

"hyuck you said you wouldn't get mad. you swore on mark's life!"

"FUCK MARK!" donghyuck stepped forward, causing jaemin to step back, hitting the wall.

"is that why she was sick last week? you took too much of her blood?" he questioned through bared teeth.

"yes but you also took too much of her blood, so why is it such a big deal?"

"we both know that was different. i was a desperate fledgling, i didn't know what i was doing. you know damn well what you were doing."

"i was just trying to help you man. you didn't like the other blood i gave you, so i cut out the middle man and went straight to the source." he turned to look at you.

donghyuck grabbed his jaw, turning his face so it was looking directly at him, "don't look at her. you don't get to look at her after what you did."

jaemin's hand shot up to donghyuck's wrist, gripping it almost tight enough to break it.

"hyuck i know you think you're the shit, but don't forget i have 400 years of experience on you. this is not a battle you want to fight."

donghyuck let go of his jaw, bringing his hands to rub his eyes.

"she has lost so much blood recently, why did you think this was a good idea." the anger in his voice was replaced with hurt, confusion, and frustration.

jaemin shrugged, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

"i didn't like seeing you struggle, and you asked for help, so i helped."

"look i appreciate the thought, i really do," jaemin smiled, "but im also insanely pissed at you right now." jaemin's smile fell.

"im sorry. do you know what would make you feel better?" jaemin gently traced your collarbone.

"what dude?" donghyuck lowered his hands, following jaemin's voice. instead of seeing a remorseful vampire, looking apologetically at him, he saw jaemin sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck.

"JAEMIN!"

donghyuck rushed to pull him away from you, shoving jaemin to the ground with enough force to shake the entire house.

"i know you want some, don't lie. despite what mark says-"

he was interrupted by donghyuck's fist as it slammed into his nose.

they both gawked at each other, stunned at what just happened.

jaemin is the first to recover, flipping donghyuck onto his back and straddling his legs. with one hand, jaemin holds donghyuck's wrists over his head, grabbing his neck with the other.

"despite what mark say's, we're beings of violence. if we weren't supposed to drink a human's blood, why does it feel so good to sink our fangs into their necks?"

donghyuck writhed under jaemin's hold, struggling to free himself.

"answer me hyuck, you told me it was borderline orgasmic to drink yn's blood for the first time. why would it feel so good if it was bad?" the look on jaemin's face was undiscernible, a mix between pain and hunger.

"shut up." donghyuck spit back.

"you know im right, go try some right now and tell me you don't love it. tell me you don't feel powerful."

the door slammed open and an extremely concerned mark walked in.

"what the hell is going on, i could hear you guys fighting from downstairs." mark looked at the two boys on the ground, following their gaze to your body lying on the bed, dried blood dotting your neck.

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a/n: this ended up being much longer than i intended...anyways ive being thinking about this chapter for weeks and its crazy to actually write it 🤯

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 months ago

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Darling wants to leave the Astral Express

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Himeko, Welt, March 7th, Dan Heng ] [ Honkai Star Rail ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, is just for entretaiment

Penacony has done so bad to me!! Broooo, even when I know everything is alright im still crying for all that happened 💀

anywaaaas this idea has being in my mind for a while and im finally writing it!! Yaaaay!!! ❤️

Himeko

Himeko is incredibly sweet and caring towards her darling, for her you are like a beautiful and unique treasure so she of course will care for you, but she is also quite possesive over you, she is a greedy woman so she want you all for herself

Himeko is really carismatic and beautiful, she is well known across the universe and she knows it, she uses that same virtues that she poses to be able to lull you into trusting her blindly, she knows whats best for you and she only wants the best for you, so why don't just trust and follow her? Do what she told you and you will always be safe and will never lack of anything

As much as Himeko loves being with the nameless and traveling in the astral express her real reason to be there is a bigger one, a greedy wish she keeps to herself close to her heart, and now that you are in her life she wants nothing more than sharing her wish with you, she want you to be with her as she wins more and more

Himeko is incredibly smart and perceptive, and since you are her focus of attention right now she can easily find out your little secrets (something she is actually proud of and wouldn't be ashame to use against you with sweet words), so it wouldn't take her long to find out that you are thinking on leaving the astral express

A news that is not well taken, yes, everyone is free to join the nameless and leave whenever they feel like it, but Himeko doesn't like the fact that you are even thinking about it, he panics for a moment when finding out, why would you want to leave? You two still have a lot of to achive so why give up half way on your journey?

Himeko isn't normally afraid of speaking her mind off and she is really good with words, but right now she is out of words, she tries to calm her mind to make a plan to make you give up on your silly little plan and stay with her in here, her panic slowly scale to become anger, she feels a little betrayed by your only thought of wanting to leave, but no matter what she feels she will try to confront you with a smile and sweet words, she has done a lot of work to make you follow her to just lose you for something like this

Once she is ready she will sit down with you to take a cup of coffee (like many times before) and just brought out the topic out of the blue, waiting to see your reaction at being uncovered before trying to guilt-trip you by saying how everyone in the crew will miss you too much if you go, how bad Pom Pom will feel if you left him, how you'll miss all the following destinations of the astral express, and how improbable will be for you to see any of them again if you take in consideration how many planets are on the universe. She has her way around with words and it wouldn't be dificult for her to convince you, even if you are stubborn Himeko will be more and more pushy, pressuring you more and more with diferent arguments until you feel so bad of even thinking on leaving them behind, even make you feel selfish if it is need it

At the end, despite being quite proud of what she have did she will still offer you some comfort about the regret of the bad decision you almost did, and even if you seem completely convinced to dont even think about it again she will keep an eye on you from the next days just to make sure

Welt Yang

Welt is incredibly protective over his darling, he has a past story of fighting to protect but still losing a lot, and even if he had grown and become more mature that doesn't stop him from being worried about you, his feelings for you are so intense that he just can't help himself, however he is pretty subtle with his feeling and how he express them, after all he just wants to you to love him and be happy at his side

Welt doesn't even try to be manipulative but is thanks to his protectiveness and love that he end up taking advantage of his strenght and wisdom to lull you into a blind trust, he somehow just manage to make you follow his lead because he is the perfect one for you, gently taking you in his arms with the silent promise of keeping you safe

Welt came to the astral express by simple chance when searching for something but he decided to stay and is a choise he will never regret, he not only met people he can easily consider his family and have some adventures that make him feel alive but also could find someone to love and protect

Welt tent to pay close attention to you, between the adoration and the protectiveness his gaze is constantly on you, watching every one of your movés with adoration and slowly unmasking your secrets, he doesn't really mean to pry on your privacy but he just stare at you so much that he just find out. Thats why, when you think about the idea of leaving the astral express it doesn't take him long to find out, making him have mixed feeling about the situation

Before starting to overthink and even panic Welt want to watch you a little longer and see how convinced you are about this, Welt love you and want to share the rest of his days with you, to be able to be there to protect you and make you happy, he is willing to walk with you to the end of the world (although, he hopes that this is not necesary), he doesn't want this to be a test of his loyalty and love because if he has to chose, as much as it will hurt him, he will definetly choose you

Despite looking calm Welt is pretty worried about this whole situation, he doesn't want to leave the express, he cares so deeply about the crew, for him they are his family, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he just let you go like that, he just can't lose you! So he waits and studies you carefully, watching you with close attention to try to see if you are being serious on this

Welt won't be able to bring the topic himself, if you don't say anything he doesn't want to be the one bringing up this bitter topic, besides, if you don't seem too serious or convinced about leaving the express then it would only create problems where there aren't any (even when he can feel his anxiety slowly consuming him), but if you seem serious about actually leaving the express he wil just swallow the bitter feeling and have a serious conversation with you

If you really want to leave the express it would be quite saddening for him, he doesn't want this journey to end for him, not so soon, but he doesn't want you to force you to stay if you have found somewhere else you want to be. However, Welt isn't going to leave you alone, even if you insist that he doesn't have to come with you he will be with you, even if he has to leave the express too he will do it in he name of the love he has for you

March 7th

Since March doesn't really remember her past her darling is her future, once she falls in love with her darling she becomes incredibly clingy and affectionate, not really taking a no as an answer (and yet she isn't too pushy or forceful, she want you to love her), March likes to think that you two are meant to be with each other and you two will never get separated

March enjoy a lot being a nameless, she feels like she belogs at the astral express and that she owe them one since they were the one who found her, and since she firmly believing that you are destinsted to each other then she thinka that your journey on the astral express will last for a long long time

As much as she feels a little overwhelmed by all the problems the nameless have to encounter in the expeditions she is happy that you are at her side, always taking you from the arm and dragging you around to whatever she is up to, she feels like living a dream life at your side so getting to know that you are even just thinking about leaving the astral express it breaks her ilusion

In all honesty she will not find out by her own that you are thinking on it, she isn't that perceptive and even if she does notice she will imediatly deny it, not wanting to believe you are even thinking on something like that, but when she finally gets to hear it from you (either by you telling her or even overhearing you when you were talking towards someone else) she will imediatly protest, even interrupting you before you could finish your sentence by imediatly saying how leaving the astral express is a really bad idea, you two are having fun and the crew definetly love the two of you! she just doesn't understand why would you like to leave that behind!

Where you go she goes, and where she goes you go, thats how things work in March's mind, so if you ever leave the express she will definetly follow you, but she doesn't want to leave the express so you can't leave it neither! March still wants to keep visisting other worlds and she still haven't found out about her past, besides she love her friends from the astral express and she just can't leave them! she even acuse you of being incredibly selfish for wanting to leave the express

March is going to be in a really bad mood since she have heard that you want to leave, in her mind you two are now one and destinsted to be together forever but your little desire feels like a betrayal and she will even demand and apology form your part for even thinking in something like that

At the end you'll have no other option than even apologize for even thinking on leaving her and the rest, making sure you'll never think on that again before she holds you in her arms and thanking you for not leaving her, making sure you don't notice that she was manipulating you and just mask it as sadness for your choise, and promising to herself that she will find a way for you to dont even think on something like this ever again. Still, March will not calm down nor accept the apology until you swear in your life that you will never think in something like this again

Honeslty, this has put her in a really bad state of mind, she is in the verge of tears by the only thought and the more time you spend without apologizing and retracting your words the worst she feels, it feels like every moment you spend without apologizing you just get more convinced of leaving her wich lead her to be even more heart broken and even a little paranoid

Even after you apologized and promised to never even think on leaving her, March will take some time until she manage to calm down, scare that you would leave her behind to the point where she even have some nightmares about you leaving her all alone, making her be in tears more than once and indirectly demanding for you to not leave her alone even when being in the astral express

Dan Heng

For Dan Heng his darling is where he truly belogs to, with you he is just Dan Heng and not the shadow of his last reincarnation. Finding the Astral Express and being able to be a nameless is like a bless for him, but you is what gives his life a purpose and a meaning, you are where he truly belogs and what matters

Dan Heng is quite dependent of his darling, even when he is incredibly subtle with his affection and display of his obsesion he is clear with his clinginess and worry over you, if you are alright he is alright, if you aren't then he isn't neither, honestly he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happen to you

Being really caring and even dependent of his darling lead him to watch over you at all times, wanting to be there for you for anything you could need, he is really smart but he is not so good about reading you, so it has to be that you give clear hints that you are thinking on leaving the nameless for him to actually see it

Dan Heng knows that his journey with the nameless one day will came to the end, but he wished it wouldn't be soon, however, you thinking on leaving the astral express is a great hit for him, he doesn't want to leave them just yet but he would be crazy if he continue without you, he tries really hard to don't show how truly paniced he is the moment he finally understand you have being considerating leave the express

Even if you aren't too serious about it Dan Heng take it as if you were already leaving, leading him the be over the edge, unable to sleep at night nor even take his eyes away from you, his mind is going back and forth of the fear of leaving the nameless behind and losing you, it take a while until the fear start to consume him and become obvious how bad he is right now and yet he is unable to explain his feelings to anyone, no matter how much the others ask he just say that he is fine and he doesn't want to talk about it

It isn't until he gains the courage to talk to you about it (and it has to be you who goes to talk to you because he doesn't feel the strength to bring out the topic), Dan Heng won't be able to say much but leave clear that he doesn't want you to leave the express, if you go then he will go with you but he doesn't want to leave the rest, all of them have done so much for him that leaving leaving them behind would be just unfair, he just doesn't know what to do, he doesn't want to leave any of you

At the end he is in such poor state that you probably just give up on your leaving the astral express for pity of him, he is in so much distress, no one has seen him like this before that is even heart-breaking (he even seem even worst than how he gets for his nightmares). If at the end you decide to stay he will try really hard to make it up for you and make sure you are happy so you don't think on leaving again, but if you decide to leave he will go with you but it will become more dependent of you, getting worst of how he already was

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stevie-petey · 10 months ago

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episode five: dig dug

“You like Y/N?” Dustin asks at the same time as you ask, “You like me?” Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, barely. She’s on thin ice. But you, little Henderson? You just stole the flowers meant for my girlfriend, so backseat you go.” “Yes!” You cheer, pumping your fist in the air as you flash Steve a smile. “Thanks, Harrington.” He rounds the front of his car and opens the driver's side door. “Yeah, don’t get used to it. Like I said, you’re still on thin ice.”

Summary: you and dustin bury a body and con your mother into fleeing town, great sibling bonding time ! you play hockey with a monster, dustin gets ghosted by his friends, and now it's your turn to kidnap steve (technically dustin does, but you don't stop him) who later gives you some terrifying realizations.

Rating: general, swearing and slight violence

Warnings: blood, use of y/n, fem!reader, animal cruelty technically, weapons, cursing

Words: 7.5k

Before you swing in: hello ! late chapter update, but here ya go lovelies !! lots has happened recently, i got a sick ass job and im super excited and :))) so updates will definitely slow down again some more, but i promise i will update whenever possible. for now, please enjoy !

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“Remember how angry I was at you about hiding El from me last year?”

“Yeah?”

“Visualize the anger, multiply it by ten, and then take three steps back from me.”

Dustin trips over his feet to scramble away from you.

You’re currently in your own room, the door locked, with Dustin standing several feet away now as he heeds your warning. Never in your life have you felt such rage before, such blinding fury, and you thought you knew what anger was when your dad left.

But this? This is a new type of anger, one you know that only the older sister to Dustin Henderson could ever feel.

As soon as Dart had lifted its head up at you and screeched, you’d immediately snatched your brother’s hand into yours and ran out the door, door slamming behind you. Now, you’re hiding out in your room with no fucking clue what to do.

“You killed our cat.”

“Technically Dart did.” You glare at Dustin. You had actually liked Mews, she was the sweetest cat in the world and a gift for your fifth birthday. Your brother, sensing he’s only digging a deeper hole for himself, coughs. “I mean… Yeah. I killed our cat.”

Stepping back, you find your desk chair against your legs and fall into the seat. Exhaustion sweeps over you. There’s no time to grieve the loss of your cat. Not when there’s a baby demogorgon in Dustin’s room eating said cat’s corpse still. “What do we even do in this situation?”

“Not tell mom?” Again, you glare at Dustin and he squeaks in fear. “Well I mean, that’s all I can think of right now!”

A headache forms. “I should’ve gone with Jonathan and Nancy.”

Dustin thinks for a moment. “Where did they go, anyways?”

“No. You don’t get to ask any questions right now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You sigh, a vague idea forming in your mind. “Okay, first we need get Mews out of the room. She was mom’s favorite child, we can’t just leave her in there to be diminished to bones.”

Dustin nods. “Obviously. We can do that… right?”

“We have to. Once she’s out of there, we just… leave Dart in there. At least for now. It’s already late in the afternoon and we need so much help from the party.”

“We can’t tell the party–”

“You’re right. We can’t,” Dustin sighs with relief, but you give him an evil smile. “But you can tell the party. You’ll radio everyone tomorrow, clean the house, and make a plan from there.”

Dustin tries to argue, but you hold a hand up. “You brought a baby demogorgon into our house. You lost every arguing privilege there is to lose.”

He groans, knowing you’re right. Next time, he’ll be better at hiding things from you because you’re a total buzzkill whenever you inevitably find out.

Together, the two of you hatch a plan. You’ll walk into Dustin’s room first, knives out and ready just in case, and Dustin will follow once the coast is clear. Then, he’ll lure Dart away from Mews’ body with chocolate (you don’t want to ask why), and once he’s gone you’ll snatch your cat’s body and flee the room immediately afterwards.

It’s a good plan.

That is, if it works.

“Ready?” You’re standing in front of Dustin’s door, your knives flicked open in your hand, ready for possible war with a foot long little demon.

Your brother pats your shoulder. “Don’t die, sis.”

“I’m holding knives as we speak. Touch me again and die.”

“I hope Dart eats your face.”

You smile. “There’s my brother. Okay, as soon as I’m inside the room, close the door. Then, when I knock three times, open it again and enter.”

“Wait for two knocks–”

“Three.”

“Three knocks. Right.”

You steady your breathing. Around the corner, you can hear your mom humming to herself as she makes dinner. She has no clue what’s going on, and you envy her for it. Your hand on Dustin’s door knob twists slowly, then, before you can psych yourself out, you turn the knob and throw yourself inside.

Quickly the door slams behind you, so at least Dustin did something right.

Your eyes, which had previously been squeezed shut, open slowly. When you don’t see any sign of Dart, you exhale. So far, so good. You walk towards the couch and find the creature still eating away at your dead cat, which you gag at.

Poor Mews.

You rap your knuckles against the door three times, alerting Dustin to come inside.

He opens the door and walks in, his hands fisted against his face as if that would do anything to keep him safe. You roll your eyes and flick his head, which he whines at. “Grab the chocolate and distract Dart, please.”

Dustin runs over to his desk and grabs a Musketeers bar. When you see the candy’s name, you want to slam your head against the wall. You know exactly why the monster’s name is Dart.

“Let me guess,” you say, your tone mocking. “D’Artagnan?”

“Don’t you have a corpse to collect?”

You scoff at him but step aside so that he can dangle the chocolate in Dart’s face. You watch, alert for any signs of danger in case you need to step in, but the monster seems to be pretty friendly with Dustin. You guess they really did create a bond.

Once Dart is far enough away from Mews, you run over and snatch up her body. You try not to think about the possible cat guts now all over your sweater. That will be a later issue. Like a lot of things in your life recently.

“Go, go, go!” You push Dustin towards the door.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, throwing the last piece of the candy bar at Dart’s face and running out the door right behind you. Once you’re both out the room with the door closed, you both lean against the wall and exhale deeply.

“Good job. Now onto phase two.”

Dustin makes a face. “Why do I have to distract mom?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you hold up Mews’ bloody body. “Do you want to be the one to hold our dead cat?”

“Good point, I’ll go distract mom.” Dustin leaves, rounding the corner to go hopefully distract your poor mother in a sane way. With your luck, Dustin will spew some weird bullshit that will only make her more worried than she already is.

Right on cue, you hear Dustin say from the kitchen. “Mom, I think I broke my arm.”

The scream of fear your mom lets out would’ve been comedic had you not been holding her beloved dead cat.

Your mother runs around the kitchen, fretting over your brother, and the second she isn’t looking, you slip out the front door and quickly throw Mews’ body into your bush. You feel a bit bad about that, but there’s nowhere else to hide her body in broad daylight.

When you walk back inside, Dustin is being swaddled by your mother. “What did I miss?”

“Oh, Y/N!” Your mom sighs. “Dusty said he thought he broke his arm, but the silly boy seems to be okay.”

Dustin pats her back. “Ha, right. Silly me!”

Your mom looks up and then squints a bit, eying your sweater. You look down and your heart drops. It’s covered in Mews’ blood.

Fuck.

“Y/N, what’s that all over your sweater?”

“Paint!” You say while Dustin sputters, “Ketchup!”

“We… Were painting with ketchup.” You lie, sending a quick glare your brother’s way. Out of everything red, why ketchup?

“Oh, alright.” Your mom looks uncertain, but doesn’t say anything else about it. “Well, dinner is almost ready. Why don’t you go wash up, honey?”

The second you’re dismissed, you run into your room and yank the sweater off. You’ll burn it tomorrow. First chance you get.

A few seconds later, there’s a knock on your door before Dustin’s head pokes inside. “Dinner’s done.”

“Great. Holding your dead cat definitely works up an appetite.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Dustin tries to play it off, but you see the genuine upset in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, and you know he loved Mews too.

You sigh and walk over to him and kiss his curls. “It’s okay. Next time, let’s not hide a monster from the Upside Down, yeah?”

“Deal.”

–

Dustin spends the night in your room, which you explain to your mom as needing some “serious bonding time”. She tears up at this, unaware of the fact that you’ll be making your brother sleep on the floor as punishment.

The next morning you and Dustin hatch yet another plan: get mom out of the house. Before you two can do anything else, you both agree that your mom cannot be anywhere near Dart. Plus, she’s already noticed Mews’ absence, so it’s only a matter of time before she finds the body in the bush.

“Alright, you’ll fake the phone call while I start gathering the supplies.” You tell Dustin while your mom calls for Mews outside. She’s at the bottom of the driveway, Mews’ favorite toy in her hand, shaking it around, unaware that the cat’s dead body is in the bush next to her.

“Got it. You remember where my old hockey suit is?” You nod at Dustin’s question, and he’s about to say something else before he sees your mom start walking back towards the house. “Shit! Game time, go!”

Dustin fumbles for the phone and you run to the living room closet. Just as you’ve entered your positions, your mom walks through the front door.

“Mewsy! Dusty, Y/N, sweethearts, you’re sure she’s not in your rooms?”

“No, mom.” You shake your head at her.

Holding up a finger, Dustin presses the phone to his ear and motions for the woman to remain quiet. “Uh-huh. Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much, you are a true lifesaver.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. He’s laying it on pretty thick.

“Alright, this was great. Thank you, have a good one. Bye-bye now, all right. You too.” Dustin pretends to hang up the phone and smiles at your mom. “Alright, great news!”

“They found her?” Tears of joy lace your mother’s voice. You have to turn away, you know she’d notice the discomfort on your face. It feels horrible to be lying to your mother like this.

Dustin seems to be thinking the same thing, because he lowers his voice and gently approaches her. “No, but they saw her wandering around Loch Nora.”

More tears flow down your mom’s face. “How did the poor baby get all the way over there?”

“I don’t know, lost I guess. But they’re gonna look for her, and–and Y/N and I will stay here, just in case they call again. Right, Y/N?”

“Right!” You call from the closet, now quickly grabbing everything you can think of. Would a hammer be necessary?

“And you’re gonna go help look. Yeah?” Dustin’s only response is a relieved hug from your crying mother. “Yeah, give me a hug. Go get her!”

Your mom quickly composes herself and grabs her glasses. She presses a kiss to your forehead and seems to be in better spirits. “We’ll find her!”

“Mews will be home soon, mom!” You cheer, and your mom blows you another kiss.

“I love you,” Dustin sends her a thumbs up.

“I love you, kids.” And with that, your mom clutches her purse to her chest and sends one final kiss your way before shutting the door behind her.

As soon as the door shuts, you and Dustin scramble. Dustin heads to the backyard to open your cellar doors and you grab the remaining hockey gear from the closet. While you drag the uniform out to the living room, your brother begins to look through the fridge for any possible bait.

“Think Dart would like bologna?” Dustin calls over his shoulder as he digs around.

You groan, dropping the heavy goalie pads. “Last I checked, he wasn’t my secret Upside Down pet.”

“Touche.”

Dustin grabs the bologna and starts making a trail from his room towards the front door. While he does that, you start sorting through your own pile of gear, soccer to be specific. Dustin liked hockey, you preferred warmer sports. As you’ve finished lacing up your cleats and shin pads, Dustin returns.

“Okay, the bait is all set up. Got my hockey stick?”

You hand him what he needs. “Here, and your helmet is on the couch.”

Dustin gets ready and you retrieve some oven mitts from the kitchen. When you hand them to the boy, he looks at you like you’re insane. “What? Extra protection. Can’t hurt.”

He sighs and swipes them from your hand, putting them on. Once he’s ready, you help him stand up. He looks ridiculous in his old hockey gear, but you suppose you don’t look any better with your shin pads and Dustin’s spare shoulder pads.

“Alright. We all set?”

Dustin pats his helmet. “Ready.”

You walk towards his room, and once you’re there, Dustin pushes past you and bends down a bit so he can speak through his keyhole. “Alright, Dart. Breakfast time.”

“Do we have to mention breakfast right before we set him free?" You mumble, but your brother ignores you.

Slowly, he reaches towards the door handle and then flings it open. As soon as the door has been moved, Dustin practically knocks you to the ground in his haste to escape. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

His mantra reminds you of Steve’s from last year at Jonathan’s. Seems like the two boys have something in common: they’re idiots.

You follow quickly behind Dustin, terrified but at least trying to hide it, while your brother just repeats “oh my god”, and “shit” over and over again as he stumbles over the bait and out towards the front door.

If the situation wasn’t so grave, you’d be giggling at how dumb Dustin looks waddling over bologna on the floor. However, Dart could very well be right behind you, so you run after the kid equally as terrified.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit–”

By this point, you’re nearing the tool shed outside.

“I will push you down these stairs Dustin Henderson.”

Dustin shuts up and, as soon as you’re inside the shed as well, locks it behind him. Once he’s sure you’re all cleared, he lets out a breath of relief. “Okay, now we wait.”

You walk towards the wood panels, squinting as you peek through a gap to see outside. “I don’t see anything.”

Dustin does the same. “Come on, I know you’re hungry…”

Everything remains still outside, and you’re starting to worry that maybe Dart doesn’t like bologna after all, until you see his scaly body walk out the door. He gobbles down the bologna pieces one by one, which you cringe at.

“Yeah. He likes bologna, alright.”

Dustin silently cheers. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Dart makes his way down the trail, eating every piece he finds, and soon he scampers down the steps and hovers over the cellar doors. In an odd way, the little guy is kinda cute if you forget about the fact that he killed your cat.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Dustin continues to chant as you watch Dart. The creature just has one more piece of bologna left, he just needs to take a few more steps inside before you can slam the doors shut.

But, because nothing can ever be easy for you, Dart suddenly turns and looks straight at you and Dustin. “Shit!”

You flinch back, knocking into a bucket of nails that spill everywhere. “Shit again!”

Dustin tries to shush you but you grab him by his shoulders and force him behind you. Your knives are out, their blades gleaming in the sunlight that creeps through the wood panels. You peek through them to find Dart slowly approaching the shed, his mouth almost watering.

“Well, this isn’t good.” You take a breath to lessen your fear. “Stay here, I’ll try to distract him–”

“AHHH!” Dustin shoves you against the opposite wall, your body flinging back with a harsh crash, and breaks through the shed’s door. With one solid wack from his hockey stick, he flings Dart into the cellar.

“What the–Dustin!” By the time you make it out the shed, your brother has flung himself on top of the cellar doors, panting.

“Got him,” he informs you, as if it isn’t obvious enough. Dart begins to screech with anger, and Dustin sighs. “I’m sorry, you ate my cat.”

“You’re an idiot, Dustin.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me five seconds to catch my breath, please.”

–

With Dart safely locked away, you and Dustin are able to finally bury your cat.

It doesn’t take long, but the early November heat is just warm enough to make you annoyed as you dig through the soil in your backyard. Dustin has his walkie with him, trying to find the right frequency so he can call the party and inform them of what’s going on.

“Guys, this is Dustin again. Does anyone copy?” You stab at the ground with your shovel and your brother groans when he gets no response. “This is a code red. I repeat, a code red!”

Sweat trickles down your brow and honestly it should be Dustin burying the cat, but you’ve never learned how to radio the party so you just sigh and throw more dirt upon your dead cat. Dustin tries a few more times to contact the party, but no one responds.

“Damn it!” He shouts, frustrated.

“Language,” you huff out, more sweat forming.

It goes on like this for a while, Dustin trying and failing to reach anyone, as you two begin to clean the house of any blood and Mews guts. He tries again while you guys grab the cleaning supplies, then again while you’re on your hands and knees scrubbing his carpet in his room.

“Alright, it’s Dustin again. Seriously, I have a code red.”

“Maybe they don’t know what code red means?” You offer, your nose scrunched up due to the bleach fumes.

Dustin scoffs, “sure, and they also don’t know who Luke Skywalker’s father is–”

Suddenly Erica’s voice comes through the walkie. “Can you please shut up?”

“Erica?” Dustin stops scrubbing and straightens up. “Erica, is Lucas there? Where is he?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Erica has always been such a lovely girl.

“Is he with Mike?”

“Like I said, I don’t know and I don’t care.”

You and Dustin share a look. It worries you that Mike hasn’t been responding all day. From what you’ve heard and seen, he’s spent every day this year camped out in his fort in the basement trying to contact El with the radio frequencies.

It’s not like to Mike to just disappear.

“Listen, Erica.” You speak up, trying to sweet talk to the girl. You’ve babysat her a few times and you’ve even managed to convince her you’re kinda cool, so maybe she’ll respond better to you. “Did Lucas mention anything else? Maybe… Maybe like a girl he went to see?”

Dustin frowns. “A girl? What–” You shush him and wait for a response.

Erica snorts. “A girl? Please, as if. He’s been gone all day. That’s all I can tell you.”

Your brother closes his eyes and sighs. “Please tell him it’s super important. Please tell him that I have a code–”

“Code red?” Erica interrupts.

“Yep, code red. Exactly.” Dustin smiles, then covers his mike to whisper to you, “seems like she likes me more than you–”

“I got a code for you instead. It’s called code shut-your-mouth.” Then, Erica switches off the walkie.

Dustin stares at nothing, dumbfounded. You go back to scrubbing the carpet, a pleased smile on your face. “So, you were saying?”

He’s quiet for a few seconds, processing the fact that clearly no one in the party will answer, before letting out an obnoxious groan. “Damn it!”

“Are you gonna help me clean, or–?”

“Can’t you just call Jonathan?” Dustin asks, grasping at straws. “Maybe he can be useful for once and help.”

You shake your head. “No, he’s out of town right now with Nancy.”

“And you’re okay with this because…?”

“Because,” you roll your eyes, “they’re on a secret mission to take down Hawkin’s Lab. They’re at some detective’s house right now, so I have zero way of contacting them.”

Dustin rubs at his eyes tiredly. “How did we get stuck with a cat eating baby demogorgon while Jonathan and Nancy get cool spy work?”

You pinch his leg, causing him to wince and move away from you. “Because you purposefully hid the baby demogorgon. Any other stupid questions?”

“Sure,” Dustin throws his hands up in defeat, obviously joking when he asks, “got any other friend we could call for help?”

A sarcastic laugh escapes your lips and you’re about to tell him that he has more friends than you’ve ever had, but then a thought occurs to you.

Steve.

Technically speaking, you’re friends. Well, sort of. Sure, he had wanted space yesterday in the lunchroom, and yeah he’s still mad at you and things are awkward at best between the two of you, but still…

He’d been at Jonathan’s house last year, he had fought by your side and saved your life and even bought you a vending machine full of snacks. If anyone else could understand the situation you’re in right now, it’s Steve.

You hesitate though. He still seemed really hurt at lunch, but you also saw the way he lingered even after dismissing himself. He doesn’t hate you, at least not really, and without Jonathan or Nancy to call, he’s the only person you have left right now.

It can’t hurt to try, at least.

“Actually, yeah.” You respond after a minute or so. “Be right back.”

Dustin asks questions as you head towards the living room, but you don’t respond. If Steve doesn’t answer, then you can make up some lie about the phone being broken or something to save yourself the embarrassment.

Your fingers press Steve’s long remembered number. He had given it to you his first week of visiting you at Bookstrordinary, assuring you that you could call him whenever. After a while, you took his word on it and started calling the boy every time you were bored and alone at work.

The line rings for a few seconds, and you bite your lip in anticipation.

This is a horrible idea, and yet your heart flutters when Steve answers with a groggy, “hello?”

“Hey, Steve.”

“Y/N?” He sounds surprised.

You can’t blame him, he did quite literally yesterday tell you he’s still upset with you and that he needs space. And yet here you are: calling him early on a Saturday afternoon. “Yeah, it’s me. Listen, I really need your help–”

A sigh. “Normally I’d love to, but I’m kinda in the middle of getting ready to go to Nancy’s.”

“Nancy’s? Steve, she’s not even home–”

“Can we talk later? I… I’d really like to talk, if that’s alright with you.”

This throws you, and for a second you forget about the reason you called. “Of course we can talk, Steve.”

“Great,” you can hear a smile in his voice, which warms you. “I’ll see you later, then.”

Then you remember Dart and the blood on Dustin’s carpet and you frantically try to stop Steve from hanging up. “Wait, no! Steve, Nancy isn’t home and I really need you to–”

The line goes dead, and you slam the phone down. “Damn it!”

Dustin, hearing the commotion, wanders into the kitchen. “Take it the call didn’t go well?”

“No, it did.” Sure, Steve didn’t necessarily offer his help, but he did tell you where he’s going to be in about twenty minutes. You’ll ambush him there and demand he listen to you and help. As a bonding exercise, of course. “We’re going to the Wheeler’s.”

“Why?”

“Steve’s heading there.”

Dustin trips over his shoelaces. “Steve Harrington?”

“Long story,” you sigh, dreading that you’ll have to explain all of this eventually. “C’mon, let's get our bikes.”

–

You and Dustin get to the Wheeler’s before Steve does, which makes no sense to you but whatever. He’ll be here soon enough and you’ll ambush him with all your charm and maybe a bit of groveling. You’re not beneath it, if you’re being honest.

Dustin goes up to the front door while you stay behind, keeping an eye out for Steve. Ted opens the front door and while you can’t hear what he says to Dustin, you know he’s unamused by his presence. The father has never been your favorite parent within the group, honestly.

You watch as they exchange a few more words before you see Dustin sigh and angrily march back towards you. Then, right as he’s grabbed his bike, a familiar red BMW pulls up. Just seeing his car makes your heart skip a beat.

The car parks and a frazzled Steve steps out, carrying flowers and mumbling to himself. You aren’t able to hear everything he’s saying, but you can hear the words “what the hell am I sorry for?” and your stomach twists.

So clearly he’s not in a good mood. Still.

The flowers, which you now can see are roses, hang by Steve’s side as he fixes his hair. He hasn’t noticed you yet, and it takes everything within you to pull your eyes away. He looks good today, too good.

There’s a monster currently locked in your cellar.

“Steve!” You rush over to his side.

He does a double take when he sees you. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Well–”

“Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?” Dustin now joins you two, pointing at the roses in the boy’s hand.

Steve looks between the two of you. “No…? You’re Dustin, right? Y/N’s brother?”

Dustin snatches the roses out of his hand. “Good, and yeah, I am.”

“Hey, what the hell?” Steve looks at you for help, but you know there’s no use trying to reason with your brother. He’s in a mood, similar to Steve, and you just sigh and follow Dustin. “Hey!”

“Nancy isn’t home.” Your brother informs Steve.

“Where is she?” Steve asks, and you hit his shoulder.

“I tried telling you over the phone!”

Dustin claps his hands at you to get your guys’ attention again. “It doesn’t matter where she is or if you tried to warn him, Y/N. We have bigger problems than your love lives.”

He’s at Steve’s car now and opens the passenger side door. “Do you still have that bat?”

Steve whips his head towards you. “Bat? What the hell is he talking about? Y/N, what are you guys doing here–”

“The one with the nails!” Dustin interrupts, exasperated.

Again Steve looks at you. “Why?”

“You’re not gonna like it,” you confess, and this only makes Steve feel worse.

“We’ll explain it on the way.” Dustin goes to sit in the passenger seat but he’s quickly stopped when you grab his hood and yank him out.

“No, absolutely not. I deserve the passenger seat, not you.”

Dustin slaps you away. “I got here first.”

“I was born first–”

“But I was literally about to sit down–”

“Hey!” Steve shouts, effectively shutting you and Dustin up. “It’s my car, and right now I currently only like Y/N, so she gets the passenger seat.”

“You like Y/N?” Dustin asks at the same time as you ask, “You like me?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, barely. She’s on thin ice. But you, little Henderson? You just stole the flowers meant for my girlfriend, so backseat you go.”

“Yes!” You cheer, pumping your fist in the air as you flash Steve a smile. “Thanks, Harrington.”

He rounds the front of his car and opens the driver's side door. “Yeah, don’t get used to it. Like I said, you’re still on thin ice.”

He says it with annoyance in his voice, but you can see the smile he’s trying hard not to let slip, and you feel giddy. Steve obviously can’t be too mad at you if he wanted to talk later and is willingly letting himself be kidnapped by your brother.

Dustin, on the other hand, can’t believe any of this is happening. As soon as you’re all in the car he asks, “Since when did you two become friends?”

“I have a life outside of you and the boys, you know,” you tell him, but you avoid Steve’s gaze. It’s not like you intentionally hid this aspect of your life from Dustin, but… It also never came up, either.

“Sure ya do, but… Wait,” Dustin remembers something. “Oh my god, you have Steve Harrington’s number memorized?”

Your face heats up and Steve hides a smirk, but you see it anyway. You ignore his smugness and respond to your brother. “Like I said, I have a life outside of you.”

Dustin gapes at you. “I have so many questions–”

“I have an even better one: where am I taking you guys?” Steve asks, and suddenly you remember everything at stake.

“My house,” you tell him as you buckle up. He nods, although with some confusion, and then starts the engine. “You know how I called you earlier?”

“Yeah…?”

“Dustin, why don’t you tell Steve here what you found.”

Your brother sighs from the backseat. “A few days ago I found this… lizard of sorts.”

“A lizard.” Steve says, unimpressed.

“Oh, just wait,” you quip.

Dustin turns his head to glare at you and you give him a thumbs up. He scoffs at you before carrying on, “Yes, a lizard. I named him Dart and he was super cool, okay? I thought I had discovered a new species and that I would be super famous and better than everyone else.”

Steve glances at you next to him, raising his eyebrows and whistling low. “Wow, does humbleness run in your family, Y/N?”

“I’d say so, yeah.”

“Anyways,” Dustin interrupts, ignoring Steve’s laugh at your response. “Turns out, Dart is from the Upside Down.”

“The Upside Down?” Steve asks, extremely confused. He looks at you again in the mirror and it hits you that no one explained to him the events from last year. You assumed that Nancy would’ve, seeing as how they’ve been together for a while now and Steve had been with you guys at the hospital the night you brought Will back.

However, from his disbelief and confusion it’s clear that she hasn’t. If you had to guess, Steve probably went home that night and blocked out everything that had gone down with no questions asked.

You respect his repressing skills, honestly.

Dustin groans, beginning to grow impatient with Steve. “Yes, the Upside Down. If you have the bat still, how could you not know–”

“Do you remember that… thing we killed at Jonathan’s last year?” You cut your brother off before he can get too mean. You love the kid, you do, but he isn’t the kindest person when others aren't understanding him.

A dark look passes over Steve’s face and his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. It’s night now, and the atmosphere in the car becomes tense. “I remember.”

You clear your throat, “Well, this creature–”

“Demodog.” Dustin corrects from the backseat.

“Demodog?” You turn in your seat to face him. “That’s what we’re calling it now? Seriously?”

He shrugs. “It’s a baby demogorgon, it looks like a dog, so… Demodog.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Alright. Okay. Whatever, this demodog is from the Upside Down. It’s this parallel universe, basically. Creepy shit happens there, and last year a monster–”

“The Demogorgon.” Dustin once more interrupts.

“Dustin, if you want to catch Steve up then for the love of god, please shut up.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, embarrassed.

A smile tugs at Steve’s lips and you take a deep breath to calm yourself before continuing. “Look, I don’t know how much Nancy told you about that night at Jonathan’s, but all that you need to know is that the Demogorgon took Will last year and we had to fight it in order to save him.”

Steve nods slightly as he follows along, “Nancy mentioned something about a monster at the hospital… she told me it’s what killed Barb, but never told me it had a name.”

Another silence falls between you guys in the car. The mention of Barb brings back bad memories for you both. You had liked Barb, she had always been nice to you, you guess. Hawkins is a small town. Everyone knows everyone, and in the end the smallness of the town is what makes the Upside Down so hard. You lose people close to you, one way or another.

And as for Steve… The roses he bought for Nancy lay wilted in his backseat.

Dustin shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and your heart pangs in understanding. He misses El, and you do too. The closer it gets to the anniversary of her disappearance, the more you miss the sweet and caring girl; but you know that the boys, Mike especially, haven’t given up hope for her.

“So…” Steve motions for you guys to continue explaining, and Dustin sits up in his seat to begin again.

“So flash forward to now: I didn’t realize Dart was a demodog until he grew like three damn sizes bigger than when I found him. Y/N and I almost died trying to lock him in our cellar.”

“Wait, you guys have a cellar?”

Dustin rubs his face, “That’s what you focus on, Steve?”

“It’s a valid question–”

“Guys!” You lurch yourself forward and wave your hands around wildly to break up their bickering. “We really don’t have time for this. Can we please just focus on the task at hand? Dart has probably grown even more during the course of this stupid conversation.”

Your brother’s hand pushes your shoulder back so that you’re now once again sitting, and you swat him away with annoyance. “Y/N, I’m trying! Blame Steve, he’s the one asking stupid questions–”

Steve speaks up, “What the hell? They aren’t stupid questions–”

“Well…”

Steve shoots you an offended look, “Y/N, I thought you were on my side.”

Dustin scoffs, hurt. “She’s my sister, you idiot!”

“Again, we seriously don’t have time for this because, once more: Dart is getting really big.” Your voice is louder this time, and thankfully it shuts everyone up. Then, just because you can, you add, “and I’m on Steve’s side right now. He’s the one with the car, plus… Well, I owe him.”

Steve fist pumps the air. “Suck it, little Henderson.”

“Do not call me that,” Dustin threatens him, then turns his attention to you. “First Jonathan, now Steve? Can’t you befriend anyone I like?”

The mention of Jonathan gets Steve attention. “Wait a sec, where is the guy? You never actually told me where he and Nancy went, Y/N.”

You sigh, knowing there’s no use keeping anything else from him. He’s already driving you and Dustin home to help with Dart, and you did promise to tell him where they were later, but life seemingly got in the way. “They’re playing detective right now.”

“Detective?”

“Yeah, the guy Barb’s parents hired… They’re currently at his place, exposing Hawkin’s Lab.”

A tense silence follows. Steve stares straight ahead, eyes on the road, as his expressions morph from hurt, to reluctance, to eventual acceptance. “Nance didn’t think to ask me to join?”

His voice wavers, just a bit, but you hear it. Knowing that Dustin is watching from the back, you decide to forget any possible boundaries for once and grab Steve’s hand. He’s hurting. The car smells of roses and there’s no girl to give them to. “She tried, Steve.”

He swallows. There’s hurt in his eyes and you want to reach out and stroke his cheek and tell him that it isn’t his fault. “I know…”

“Ahem,” Dustin coughs, clearly uncomfortable with whatever is going on. “So… Back to Dart.”

You clear your own throat, but your hand remains wrapped around Steve’s, who nods. “Wait a sec, how big are we talking?”

Without meaning to, you close your eyes and brace for Dustin’s witty remarks, but he surprises you by answering with a demonstration and zero mockery. “First it was like that,” he opens his fingers a few inches before using both hands to show about a foot in length. “Now he’s like this.”

Steve still looks doubtful. “And you’re sure it isn’t some weird lizard?”

A headache begins to form and you pinch the bridge of your nose again. “It’s not a lizard, Steve.”

“Well how do you know?”

“Because his face opened up and he ate our cat.” Dustin says bluntly.

This seems to shut Steve up and he nods his head in defeat. It’s silent in the car for the remainder of the drive, and just before Steve parks in your driveway, he looks over at you and sees your eyes closed in pain, and before he knows it he squeezes your hand and says, “sorry about your cat, by the way.”

Despite the pounding in your head and your utter exhaustion, his words make you laugh. “Just park, Steve.”

He smiles, feeling proud for getting you to laugh, and does as he’s told. Before you know it you’re standing at his trunk, staring at the baseball bat that saved your life last year. Dustin has already gone over to the cellar, waiting for you and Steve to follow.

The bat stares back at you, and you shiver as the memories come back. Though you had tried your best to forget that night, that entire week, honestly, it’s been useless. The nightmares still haunt you. You obsessively research trauma in children now to compensate for your own guilt from last year.

“Why’d you keep the bat?” You ask as Steve grabs it, giving it a practice swing. Your own blades are out again and he eyes their gleam.

“It’s kinda sick, don’t ya think?” He swings it again. “I look badass with it.”

He’s dodging, but you sense that he kept the bat for the same reason as why you kept the switchblade. You’ve been waiting in fear for something else to happen. “You don’t look too bad with it.”

Steve blushes a bit, which your stomach flutters seeing. “I, uh… Guess we can’t have that talk tonight?”

“No, not unless we somehow manage to deal with Dart in a timely manner. However, if I recall, nothing ever goes our way.”

“Nope!” He closes the trunk and tosses you a flashlight. Then, he sticks his hand out for you to shake. “But for now… Truce?”

You giggle. “Truce.”

His hand is warm, and even though you had just been holding it in the car moments earlier, his touch still fills you with a gooey warmth that you’ve come to associate with him. As soon as you and him are alone, away from Dustin’s nosy ears, you’ll really apologize to Steve. He may be being nice to you now, but he’s still guarding himself from you.

You hate it. You miss how open he used to be with you.

“Ready to go re-live my nightmares?” Steve asks.

You give him a thumbs up as you start heading towards Dustin. “Always, let’s go.”

“Took you guys long enough.” Your brother mutters when you and Steve arrive at the cellar, weapons in hand. You flash him an apologetic smile while Steve simply ignores him.

Steve approaches the door and listens for a second, “I don’t hear shit.”

You frown and listen as well. He’s right, it’s eerily silent. You shoot Dustin a questioning look and he shrugs as well, “He’s in there.”

“Duh, I know that much, You almost knocked me out when you shoved past me to get Dart in there.” you remark, before softly adding “he’s gotta be in there.”

Your words don’t reassure Steve, who begins to use the tip of his bat to bang against the locked doors. When nothing happens, he bangs harder against them before sighing in annoyance.

“All right, listen kid.” Steve begins, and you start to rub small circles into your scalp in a vain attempt to lessen your headache, because you already know that the next words out of his mouth will start yet another fight. “I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead.”

“Steve…” He ignores you and stares down your brother, shining the flashlight directly at his face in what you assume is meant to be a threatening manner.

“It's not a prank,” Dustin tiredly replies, squinting his eyes against the light. “Get it out of my face.”

Steve complies, still hesitant about the situation at hand, and turns to face you. “You got a key to this thing?”

You nod and fish the keys from out of your pocket and unlock the cellar doors. Steve bends down to investigate, and without him having to ask, you hand him the flashlight and step forward so that you’re next to him.

He flashes the light down the stairs and all that the three of you can see is darkness. An uneasy feeling creeps over you. Something isn’t right, but you really hope that you’re wrong.

“He has to be further down,” you say, more so to reassure yourself than the others.

Dustin shuffles his feet next to you and says, with an extremely unconvincingly “brave” voice, “I’ll stay up here in case he tries to… escape.”

Both you and Steve look at him in disbelief. Dustin stands his ground, however, and looks at the two of you expectantly. Steve shakes his head while you sigh in defeat. Your brother is such a pain sometimes.

“You do realize that if Dart eats me, you’ll have to deal with mom all by yourself, right?” You ask him.

The boy shrugs at you. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take, Y/N.”

“Yeah, love you too.” You mumble, before you begin to follow Steve down the steps.

“I’ll be thinking of you!” Dustin calls out, his voice echoing against the cellar walls.

You trail behind Steve, and the flashlight he brought does nothing to illuminate the dark area, so it’s a relief when he reaches above his head to turn the light on. As your eyes adjust to the light change, you scan the room to find the missing demodog. However, all your eyes land on is a long, thin sheet of film on the ground that you can only assume is molted skin.

“Oh, shit…” you breathe out. “This isn’t good.”

Steve picks the skin up with the tip of his bat and examines it and shakes his head. “Please tell me this isn’t Dart.”

“Actually, it’d be easier if it was him.”

Steve doesn’t laugh at your joke; he continues to look around the room before his eyes widen. You turn your head to see what’s caught his attention, and when you spot the problem, your knees weaken.

There’s a giant, Dart-sized hole in your cellar wall.

“Steve? Y/N? What’s going on down there?” Dustin’s voice carries down to you guys, and you and Steve share a nervous glance.

“Dustin…” You call up to him, your voice weaker than you’d prefer. You wish you could be braver for him at the moment, but right now it takes everything within you not to crawl into bed and shut the world out. Why did it always have to be giant monsters?

While you’re reeling, Steve walks over to the bottom of the steps and flashes his light at Dustin, instructing him to come down. Once the boy has joined you guys, Steve guides the light to his bat so that Dustin can see the skin.

“Oh, shit.”

“Funnily enough, that’s what your sister said, too.”

Then Steve shines the light to where the hole in the wall is, and you watch Dustin’s face go from concerned to horrified. “Oh, shit!”

The three of you crouch closer to the hole, and when Steve shines the flashlight through it, your heart stops and you gasp, “It’s a tunnel.”

“No way…” Dustin says in awe.

It’s hard to see exactly how deep the tunnel goes, but something tells you that there’s more to it than meets the eye. This wouldn’t be some simple fix like you had desperately hoped it would be.

Now you really, really wish Jonathan were here. And Nancy. Definitely Nancy.

But they aren’t. This time, you’re on your own with only Steve and Dustin by your side. No one else in the party is available, you don’t even know where they are or if they’re even safe, but right now that doesn’t matter.

What matters is that Dart has escaped.

And it’s happening again.

Everything you’ve tried so hard for the last year to ignore, to move on and pretend never happened to you, has come crashing back into your life.

Steve, seeing your apprehension, grabs your hand and pulls you in close. “Hey, we’ll figure it out. I’ll be here, okay?”

Even though you don’t deserve his kindness, his sincerity, you believe him.

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yourfavepookiebear · 5 months ago

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Hii, can i make a request? Yandere and self aware twisted wonderland please?

So the characters could hear the player after some time, although it is very difficult unless you pay attention, they actually don't know the appearance of the player!

But yeah, yandere Heartslabyul with a player who's pretty expressive? Like whenever something frustrates them they'd almost always curse out loud, when something makes them happy and satisfied they'd yell out a "Yes! Oh my god bro", etc

Okay so basically a player like me (and many others), cool, got it. (Im panicking I suck at writing for heartslabyul) I fucked up at ace's part idk what to write for him

God the old hag is waking up

Rushed asf

Riddle Rosehearts

You're pretty easy to read, at least on the terms of mood and emotion, which could be considered a good thing for him ?

At first he didn't believe it, because how could the player be anything but perfect ?

But then he realized that you don't need to be emotionless to be perfect.

Now this vaguely depends on whether we're talking about before OB or after OB Riddle, but if it's after OB then he doesn't mind it much

In fact, he likes hearing you mumble in frustration whenever you lose or see something irritating, it makes him...melancholic, in a way. Because these are all the signs that you're pretty normal just like them, you feel. It reassures him sometimes, to know that.

It's pretty cute and funny to him, but he won't show it

Hates that you show that side of yourself to others, he wants to be the only one to see this, but alas..not much can be done.

At least, not within the rules.

Cater Diamond

A bit like Riddle, it's sorta funny for him. God he wishes he could tease you, but he can't because of the damn programming..

Will definitely sneakily film it or record it he can't pass up on such an opportunity !

Depending on his mood he may or may not post it as well, but most likely on his private account

Can't have anyone else seeing such a cute thing, can we ?

Trey Clover

Now this is a bit complicated (more so than the others)

He wouldn't show it on the outside ofc, but he finds it endearing. (everyone does.)

May or may not crack a little smile when he sees you jumping in joy (or banging your head on the wall in frustration)

Doesn't care what others think about it, he will listen to your little outbursts with all ears.

And if anyone dares to comment about it, they better get ready for hell.

Deuce Spade

Doesn't really know what to think about it,

Ofc like everyone else he loves to hear you jump in joy or excitement, but frowns when you whine or complain about something

You deserve the very best !! If he could, he'd do anything to make you happy, just to see your little smile

God he wishes he was with you, but he can't...except-

Right, maybe draconia could help him with this.

Ace (I forgot his last name)

Oh well.

Seeing how expressive you are, he would definitely sneak in a few teases in his dialogues.

You know that cheeky smile of his ? Yeah, that's the one he has

Unlike a few others, he doesn't care if you're jumping in joy or in sadness, all he cares about is hearing you, seeing you..

Don't worry, soon enough, you'll be right next to him. So if you one day wake up to find yourself locked up in a room, just know that he means no harm

He can't help but wonder what you look like...ah, no use thinking about that since you'll be here soon.

This sucks ass ngl, my writing is trash right now but whatever

I did better than I thought since it's been a few months since I last wrote anything

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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makethemhoesmad · 3 months ago

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liability(pt. 3)

pt 1. pt 2

only a couple months late, but here it is!!

i’m thinking there will be one more part, hopefully coming sooner

thanks to @imaginespazzi, @azzibuckets, @patscorner, and @barbspeaks for dealing with my copious amounts of yap

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“it’s for the better,” paige says, for the third time. the first two times, she’d whispered it to herself, trying to make herself believe that it was true. now, she said it to nika, who had witnessed azzi’s erratic flight to and from paige’s place, and wanted to know what had happened.

“thats what she said? verbatim?” nika questions. that’s not the azzi she knows. the azzi she knows is the one that would fight, tooth and nail, to keep her and paige together. that, even if they were separated for years, decades, lifetimes, she would be determined to find her way back.

“yes, nika i told you it was crazy. i announce that im staying another year to play with the people i love and.. oh.” paige breathes out the last word, tucking her head into her hands as she realizes something.

“what, paige? why’d you say oh?” nika inquires.

“she thinks i should have left,” paige murmures, standing up. she begins to pace the room, speaking quickly to what seemed to be only herself, forgetting nika was even there.

“she must think that i’m wasting my career by staying here, she must think that it’s her fault and that she’s the one ‘ruining my career’ in her mind. typical azzi. she’s on a spiral right now, she’ll come down, probably. probably.” the last statement seems to bring paige back to reality, and tears start to well up in her eyes. she looks to nika, sniffling and asking, “how am i supposed to make her see that she’s not, and never will be a liability.

in another room on the same campus, yet somehow seeming miles away, azzi is alone in her room, curled up under her blanket that still smells like paige, in paige’s hoodie and paige’s sweatpants. she’s giving herself only tonight to grieve for what she killed, and then she’s going to try and move on. that’s what she keeps telling herself, to justify the way she’s sobbed on and off all night. she’s about to start another round when she hears a loud knocking on her door. grudgingly, she sits up and trudges out of her room, opening up the door.

“paige, what are you doing here?” azzi gasps, even though she knows full well why exactly paige has just knocked on her door a mere five hours after their breakup.

“az, we’re still teammates. we have practice in two hours i don’t want you to ever think that you’re holding me back. i’m doing this because i love you, but also because im doing this for me.” paige says, her eyes glistening. azzi wants to take her back, right there. but she shouldn’t, she can’t. so instead, she says something she’s sure to regret.

“you know, paige, if you had just stayed healthy, this wouldn’t have been a problem.”

paige recoiled at azzi’s words, shocked at the harshness in her voice and the statements she made. in a moment of what she will eventually remember to be nothing but complete stupidity, she fires back.

“damn, i mean, if you hadn’t insisted on continuing to play after you fucked up your knee, you might’ve been able to figure it out instead of hurting it worse.”

“don’t do that, paige.” azzi says, her face going scarlet. “you do this when you get mad, hurt people’s feelings and don’t mean it.”

“i could say the same about you, azzi. we’ve played almost zero games together, and that’s the reason i wanted you here in the first place. it’s almost like i want to play basketball with my girlfriend, you know?”

“ex girlfriend,” azzi corrects quickly. she slams her teeth together, trying to trap the words back into her throat. why did she need to correct her so quickly?

“so that’s what we’re playing at, then? we’re playing pretend? we’re gonna sit here and we’re gonna act like we haven’t lived in each other’s skins for five years? our families are best friends, azzi. we can’t lose all that because you got insecure”

and azzi doesn’t know how to answer that. she doesn’t have a rebuttal, doesn’t have a defense or a witness. it’s just her, her thoughts, and her now seemingly unexplainable reasoning to break up with paige. right now, really all she wants to do is fall into paige’s arms and cry until she feels better, because paige always makes it better. something tells her that paige might not want to hold her, right now, though. so instead, she takes a deep breath, firmly points towards her door, and demands, “out.”

ironically, if azzi had in fact just thrust herself it paige’s arms, they’d probably be reunited right now. but instead, paige is standing outside azzis apartment door, debating whether to speed home and put on her gym clothes and wait for azzi to leave for practice outside her door, or corner her after practice. corner her, paige thought, speed walking to her car and grinning.

#paige bueckers #mutuals💀#azzi fudd #uconn wbb #paige bueckers x azzi fudd #pazzi #pat🪦#cessa😗💗🤞🩷#sister wifey #barb🔥#liability

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cokou · 5 months ago

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ahh congrats on 100 followers!! and i didn't know if you wrote child reader but like ive been thinking about this for a hot minute now- child reader who just lost one of their teeth and still believes in the toothfairy puttint the tooth under the pillow at night it could be with anyone :'D

Tooth Fairy 歯の妖精

Multi Character Fic マルチキャラクター小説

event. 100 followers event! Requests all open till 17th of July 2024. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sum. child reader who lost one of their teeth and still believes in the tooth fairy! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tw. SFW! No warnings tbh. Child Reader is about the age of 7! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n. THANK YOU SO MUCH ANONY!! Since you didn't mention any characters at all, i just hope i chose which character you adore in this post! :C If not, im so sorry! Thank you for the request! // Do not translate or transfer my works, this is my only account. Will not be crossposted anywhere. // Masterlist♡

E.Kidd

It was night time again, Kidd was sat on a chair between sets of rooms. He finally finished the weapon he was making up on his workshop, which means he gets to sleep early and good tonight. As he was drifting off to sleep, he heard a faint noise coming from your room.

For a second he heard a loud cry that was replaced by a loud shriek echoing against the thin walls of the room. He ignored the noise, thinking that (Name) was only playing around with their toy and it got stuck onto something. But as farther he ignored it, it was replaced by loud laughter with hints of crying.

He bothered to finally check out what that little chipmunk was doing right now. Standing up in front of your room, he was about to reach the doorknob. His body jolted as you kick the door open with a wide smile.

He looks at you, feeling that something was unusual with your appearance.

"What the hell is unusual with you today? You look different than usual."

"Look! Look! I lost a tooth!" You said excitingly, wiping away your tear stained eyes as you show your palm to him carrying your lost tooth. You grinned widely that your teeth displayed incompleteness in them.

"So that's what's different huh? Why are you so damn happy with losing a tooth?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Because! If I put this under my pillow tonight," You lean over at his ears as he kneels. "The tooth fairy will visit me!" you whisper at him.

A part of him thought to just break whatever you believe in and just say 'they're not real at all'. But how could he? (Name) was the cutest child ever!

"Ah, so that's what this is, it's pretty stupid you know that?"

"No it's not stew-pid! I'm gonna get a penny!" You danced around in happiness as you show off your teeth excitingly.

"Yeah okay sure, whatever. Go to sleep, it's almost past your bedtime." He turns you around, pushing you on the way to bed as he tucks you in.

"Okay— and if you don't like right now, you're not getting that freaking penny from that tooth fairy thing." He pats your head as you nod at him, finally shutting the lights off for you to drift off to sleep.

—

He waits half an hour to make sure you're sleeping, sneaking into your room. He inserts his hands under your pillow to find the stupid tooth that tucked on it. After feeling under pillow for a minute and a half and almost losing his mind, he finally finds it. He replaces the tooth with cents enough to make a whole penny.

Bonus+ He almost fell asleep waiting for the half an hour mark. And he never did this ever again making you think that the tooth fairy didn't like your missing tooths, making you sad.

T. Law

Yes, you woke him up in the middle of the night to tell him your tooth was almost falling off your gums. He told you to shrug it off and go to sleep, saying that it will fall on it's own when it needs to. You couldn't sleep after he sent you back to your room, waiting impatiently in front if the mirror.

Law suspected that you went back to sleep, checking you up on your room, he dound the gleeming of light outside the door. He entered the room and saw you sitting on a small vanity, showing off your teeth in the mirror.

"(Name)-Ya, your teeth won't come off if you stare at it like that.." He held your shoulders, slightly tapping it as he looks at you.

"But i wanna see the tooth fairy.." you look at him frowning.

"Tooth Fairy? Why do you think that?"

"Because, i saw a movie and it had a tooth fairy in it! They were small, and..and they're very cute!"

" Well i assure you if you wait by the morning your tooth will come off." He points your chin up and slightly tickles you, earning a small exhausted giggle from you.

You jump on your bed and tucked yourself sleep as Law turned off the lights and exited your room.

—

You excitedly woke up from the sleep and immediately rushing into the small vanity, your tooth had come off! You rushed into Law's bedroom at hopped on the bed, jumping on it happily.

"Wake up!" You continued jumping on his bed. Law wakes up and rubs the sleepiness of his eyes.

"(Name)-Ya... it's quite too early..." He sits up, grabbing your small legs and setting you down to sit on his matress. He looks at you curiously as you glow with happiness that he'd never seen directly from you.

"Look! Look!" You open your palms and there lies your tooth between. "It came off!" Your face had the widest grin on them that Law swore you looked like a ' >:D'.

"Hmm..why are we happy that you lost your tooth again?"

"TOOTH FAIRY!!" You pounce your whole weight at him and giving him a big, big hug. He reciprocates and congratulated you as the 'tooth fairy' would visit you.

Bonus+ He forgot to insert a coin under your pillow in exchange for your teeth and you ended up crying on his arms and claiming that all the stupid tooth fairy stuff was fake and he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty as he hid his laughter.

N. Robin & Nami

"Tooth fairy? Psh, that's stupid. They're not real." He scoffed at your remarks of claiming about the tooth fairy.

"But i saw it in a movie!" You two exchanged words as she claimed that no such things as tooth fairies were real and that they were just fantasies made up by a bunch of idiots, Robin had to step in with the fight and pulling you two back from exchanging words.

"Look Robin-nii..she said tooth fairies aren't real!" You point at Nami who was getting irritated.

"Because they aren't!" Nami was practically stomping her feet into the ground as you two fought.

"Come on now (Name), tooth fairies are indeed real." Robin kneels to look at you on the eyes and smiles at you, making you smile back at her words as well. She slowly licts you up with her flower-flower fruit, careying you within her reach and taking you into her arms. She places you besides her chair as she takes out her book.

"By the way Robin-nii, i lost a tooth today!" You seing your short legs into the chair as rhey did not reach the floor, Robin looks at you, smiling.

"Congratulations (Name), you really are growing fast." She rubs your back, her smile gleeming at you, making you grin widely at her kindness. She indeed notices the missing tooth that you were talking about.

"Do you think the tooth fairy will get my teeth?" You frown at her. "No way! Because they're not at all real!" Nami butts in again and crosses her arm while scoffing.

"No! They're real!" You fight back in response to Nami as she claims that the fairy wasn't real again. Robin chimes between you two, again. Fully assuring you that tooth fairies are indeed real. She whispere at Nami to just play the act to make sure you don't throw tantrums all over again and disturbing anyone.

Robin returns to you and hands you over a penny, congratulating you and telling you that you'll get lots of more when the fairy visits you tonight!

Bonus+ Nami tried convincing Robin that it was a waste to give you 2 pennies in exchange for a tooth, she loudly exclaims that tooth fairies aren't even real and she shouldn't even lie about it and make your hopes up. Unfortunately, Robin disobeys Nami's scolding and places 2 pennies under your pillow.

+ She was suprised to hear you cry to her in the morning saying that the fairy took the toorh but didn't leave any pennies under the pillow as Robin looked at Nami frowning. Robin talked to Nami afterwards.

P. Ace

As soon as you told him that your tooth was loose, he sat you up on a chair, picked up a piece of thread, and tied it around your loose tooth and tied the other end into the door. He convinced you that the tooth fairy was indeed real and you believed that it would give you 50 berries in exchange for your tooth.

So, he calmed you down and held the door. He opens the door, enough for the thread to stretch and closing it hard. You shrieked in pain as the technique didn't work, instead, the thread had broken up into two pieces of strings.

He convinced you that he had another great idea and it would work this time. He tied the thread into a nerf bullet and loaded it into a neef gun,

"3..2..1.." He shoots the nerf gun and nothing happened, you look at him with your mouth open to showcase the loose tooth. Just as you faced him, he grabbed the thread and pulled it off your gums, making you yell and cry at the sudden pain. He brings you into the bathroom and made you wash off the blood off your gums.

"And now the tooth fairy will come exchange you some 50 berries!" He smiled at you and patted your head, you believed him and his stupid antics that if you went to bed at night, that the tooth fairy would come and collect your tooth. You impatiently wait for the night to come, brushing your teeth and had Ace bring you to bed.

"Okay so, sleep now, if you wake up you'll see 50 berries under your pillow!" He pats your forehead and turning off your bedside lamp.

"But what if they don't get my teeth?"

"Nahhh, they will of course. They love teeth! Especially yours you know!" He caresses your cheeks and says goodnight to you as he left your room, leaving you to dridt off to sleep.

Bonus+ you couldn't sleep all night because you were overthinking about the tooth fairy, so when Ace sneaked into your bedroom to replace your tooth, you pretended that you were asleep. The next day you kept it a secret from him and acted giggly and happy.

+ He borrowed the 50 berries from Marco.

©Cokou 2024, all works belongs to me.

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hoshinasblade · 5 months ago

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For real, the animator had ri have been a Hoshina loyalists. Cause no way he looks that bad. For a Narumi prompt it could be funny that he gets with someone that doesn't know him. Someone who doesn't believe he is the 1st division captain because they only see him as the "wet cat" version of himself. And we have Narumi losing his mind over the fact you don't believe him

(not sure where tumblr took my post again because i cant find it lol) the budget went to hoshina and his tight shirt and there was nothing left to animate narumi properly. anyway, this is such a cute and interesting prompt because because yes, he is losing his mind over you not believing he is the cool first division captain 😆

pairing: gen narumi x f!reader trigger warnings: narumi gen is a trigger warning himself, just super short because im not used to writing anything narumi-related yet. hopefully you don't get mad at me anon for not going exactly per the ask lol my brain is a mush right now, i'll try harder on my next fics

the rich man is here, shouted the kids from the hallway. you can hear their hurrying footsteps - excited little taps that in turn triggered your heartbeat to race as well. you shut your eyes, calming yourself down.

narumi gen is not exactly a rich man; the children in the orphanage just calls him that fondly. apparently he has been dropping by for years, way back when you weren't working as a teacher yet. the older orphans refer to him as nii-san.

narumi would bring toys snd snacks for the kids, and would spend time with them until the early evening before he has to say goodbye. last time, he played video games with everyone; he brought crayons and sketch boobs for his visit today, and within an hour, it was eerily quiet - the little girls and boys holding their pencils, drawing all sorts of things.

the youngest in your herd, a six-year old boy with a missing front tooth ran to you when he saw you by the door, showing you his drawing - a stick-man figure with a knife in its hand, and an animal beside it which you were not sure whether it's an oversized dog or a giraffe.

"it's a kaiju, and narumi nii-san is fighting it", the boy explained, and you patted him in the head. "he's a captain of his team, i'm gonna be like him when i grow up!"

you looked at narumi who is sitting on the floor, but he was already looking at you. you shifted your gaze. "this is so pretty, we should display it in the art wall", you suggested to the boy who grinned at you, clapping.

"you know that it's not a good thing to do, lying to kids, right?" the children had bid narumi goodbye just past 7pm, and although some of them cried, narumi was quick to promise he would be back next weekend. you were surprised, he used to only be here once a month.

"huh?" he responded to you with confusion. you walked him out the orphanage to the parking lot outside. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"look, i know you are trying to be nice. and i thank you for that. what you've done for these kids is more than anyone else have done for them. but telling them you're some guy who kills kaiju is wrong. and telling them they can be like you?" you scoffed.

narumi's mouth was wide open before he realized you have finished your speech. "but i am a guy who kills kaiju", he replied, his hand on his chest as if he is swearing on his life. "really, i'm not lying. i'm the captain of my team -"

"right, and you fight kaiju on the daily," you finished his sentence for him.

"yes, i am a real badass, i promise!" he exclaimed when he sensed you do not believe him in the slightest. it looks comical how he looks close to panicking over the fact that you are not buying whatever he's selling. he frowned at you, and you stared at him, the eye contact lasting for a few seconds.

maybe this guy is a con-artist and he makes his living manipulating people, you said to yourself. this would make a lot of sense considering you think he has the good looks to lure people in. narumi had flirted at you once or twice before - or you wish he was flirting and you were not just reading too much on his actions.

"you know if you meet my friends, they would tell you the truth," he suggested, his voice cheerful.

"why would i meet your friends?" you asked, equally confused.

"so they can tell you that i am the coolest captain of the anti-kaiju defense force. they would also tell you i am a good man and a dependable friend," narumi said, reciting maybe the contents of his curriculum vitae to you. is he in a job interview? you wanted to ask but didn't.

you sighed in defeat. "are your friends as exasperating as you are?" you asked in jest.

"come on, let me impress you", he told you with sincerity that is almost startling. you were not expecting him to sound so genuine, so adamant at proving himself to you.

the kids will have their dinner in a few minutes and you will be needed to help out. you gave narumi one last glance before strolling back to the orphanage. "i'm off on fridays", you said.

narumi's smile could have lighted the entire street.

#gen narumi #narumi gen #narumi gen x reader #gen narumi x reader #kaiju no.8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 #just warming up lol #i should definitely write more for him #im a real hoshina sympathizer but narumi has a special place in the void of my heart

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linos-luna · 1 year ago

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My Queen (Pt. 3) ❣️🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warning: Yandere, 18+, delusions, Stockholm Syndrome, Sex

(Pt. 4)

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Another month or two passes by fairly quick. Everyday Hyunjin loved and worshiped you. It was a bit suffocating at times but you actually ended up falling for him.

Isn’t falling for your captor is the definition of Stockholm Syndrome??

The relationship was odd. You loved him but at the same time, was a little afraid. Hyunjin wasn’t violent often but sometimes he’d lose composure and lash out. He’d snap at random but would then apologize profusely right after. You were a bit worried for him as he seemed to slip deeper into this delusion. But one thing is for sure, he always knew how to please you…

~~~~~~~ 👑

You slept peacefully on your stomach, snuggling into the pillows as you breathed softly. A mid-day nap. Hyunjin says you need your beauty sleep. And you don’t mind.

As your eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light, you turned to a side, only to see Hyunjin laying there, staring straight at you. It made you nearly jump.

“Jinnie?!” You laughed nervously. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Watching.” he replied bluntly.

“Why…?”

“Because I have to.” He said while sitting up.

Hyunjin helped you sit up as well and kissed your hand before looking at you a bit worried.

“My love?”

“Yes?”

“Why do you want to leave?” He asked with a frown. “I heard you talk in your sleep.”

“I-… I don’t want to leave you—”

“But you want to leave the castle!” He interrupted. “I upkeep it to your standards! Just for you!”

You felt like you need some outside interaction. However, Hyunjin never lets you out. Only every once in a while to the “garden” out back.

“Jinnie—”

“No! You can’t!” He yelled while squeezing your hand.

“My queen may want a nice walk….. she deserves the world… but No! you can’t leave!”

It was almost as if he was arguing with himself as you stopped replying entirely. He really did seemed distraught at the idea of you leaving… it got you thinking.

Someone is probably looking for you. And if you could just make a call or text telling people not to worry, that’d be nice. You knew your phone was here because you’ve seen it once or twice but Hyunjin never let you have it.

“Jinnie!” You said while rubbing his hands. “I’m not going to leave. I’ll never leave you… but I want to do more…”

“More?” Hyunjin perked up. “What more could you want, my love?”

“Well I want to go outside more….”

“Then we go to the garden!” He instantly stood and tried pulling you but you didn’t budge.

“No I mean out as in the front… like in public.”

“I tell you that it’s dangerous! Anyone could hurt you! Or take you away!” He said while shaking his head. “I cannot loose my queen again!”

“You won’t…”

“Then it’s final!” Hyunjin exclaimed with a smile. “End of discussion! I shall make lunch now.”

“Jinnie-?”

“I’ll let you know when it is ready.” He said before kissing your cheek and shuffling out.

You sighed while getting up, looking around the room to where your phone might be. The least you could do is tell your friends that you’re okay.

Finally you find it when looking through his drawers. Low battery but still useful.

You looked at some messages from friends. Messages from coworkers asking about your whereabouts. Before you could answer them, your phone was suddenly snatched away.

“What are you doing?!” Hyunjin yelled frantically while holding your phone back.

“Jinnie, I just wanted to tell my friends im okay—”

Suddenly the man throws your phone to the floor, definitely destroying it in the process.

“You can’t!” He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close as you started to cry.

“No! Don’t cry, my love!” He got on his knees in front of you and had his forehead to your hand. “Forgive me!”

“Why’d you break it?!”

“Someone could find you!!”

“Hyunjin—”

Before you could finish your sentence, he got up and suddenly grabbed you by the face and started desperately making out with you.

It caught you by surprise and you tried pulling away to breathe, only for him to pull you back in.

“My queen…” he whispered briefly between kisses. “Darling… please…”

He was frantic. These kisses were desperate and you were finally able to pull away.

“My Love, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He frowned.

“I wanna go outside…” you said in a hushed tone. “Please… I’ll be so happy…”

Hyunjin was conflicted. He wants to please you and do whatever to make you happy but also wanted to keep you safe. He was sure someone would do something if you went outside. And what if you leave??

“There is a park nearby…” he sighed. “Not too many people are there…”

“Can we have a picnic?!” You perked up and he loved the little happy glow on your face.

“Yes of course! Anything for you, my queen.”

You were so happy to hear this and gave him a big hug.

~~~~~~ 👑

After getting some food prepared and getting dressed, Hyunjin was ready for your little picnic.

You emerged from the room in a blue sun dress along with a white cardigan. Hyunjin was head over heels when seeing you. He kissed your hand and bowed a little before putting a sun hat on you.

“We must protect your pure skin.”

He wasn’t entirely truthful about that. Yes, protecting your skin was important, but he actually wanted to be sure that no one would recognize you.

“My queen, you are the most beautiful woman to walk this earth.” He said while rubbing your hand.

“Thank you, Jinnie.” You blushed. He always knew how to make you feel special…

~~~ 👑

Walking out the front door, you felt the cool air hit your face and sighed. Fresh air and feeling of freedom.

You could run. You had the chance… but why would you do that? Hyunjin would be sad. And you? Well, you’d lose your dear lover.

The park was a short walk away. He held your hand and draped a blanket over his other.

You held the basket with food. Luckily it wasn’t too heavy.

Hyunjin was relieved to see that there was almost no one around. There seemed to be another couple there that were having their own little date but that was all.

It was an ideal day. Warm but lightly breezy. The sky was clear and sun shining.

“Darling, should we set up here?” He asked.

“Yeah this is fine.”

Hyunjin was quick to set up. He laid out the blanket and pulled food from the basket. Two sandwiches, some grapes, strawberries, and blueberries. There was also two cans of soda.

You didn’t have to do anything. Only sit there and be pretty.

Soon enough, you were enjoying lunch. Hyunjin fed you the grapes and strawberries, saying that they were fresh berries from the garden. Whenever he spoke you only giggled. As delusional as his words were, you thought it was cute.

To anyone outside looking in, it just looks like you were having a cute date with a sweet boy.

There was a path nearby so people would walk by every once in a while. Hyunjin only glared at them or make it a point to suddenly kiss you.

Being out here in public had him on edge. No one should lay their eyes on his beautiful queen.

“Darling, are you having a good time?”

“Yes.” You nodded with a big smile. “I am!”

He was glad to hear and pulled you in for another kiss. You actually chased his lips when he momentarily pulled away and made little desperate whines as you added more passion into this kiss.

“My queen…” he whispered against your lips. “Do you love me?”

“Mmhm.” You replied while lightly nodding. “More than anything.”

Hyunjin’s heart was pounding. He was so happy to hear this and he couldn’t help himself as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Jinnie, I want more…” you whispered.

“More?”

“More…” you moaned while kissing him again and taking his hand, moving it up your thigh. Not seemingly caring who could possibly watch.

“My Queen…” he chuckled. “The guards will not appreciate such actions in public…”

“Oh?” You pouted while moving the skirt of your dress over his hand so no one could see. “I wanna go back to the castle, Jinnie…”

“Of course, my queen!” You said nodded and stood up instantly.

You couldn’t wait…

~~~~~~~ 👑

[6pm]

Soon enough you found yourself in the bedroom. Soft airy moans escaped your lips as you moved. You were riding Hyunjin’s cock while he laid down. He looking up in admiration; your beautiful form and desperate face was incredibly hot to him.

Here you are, desperately grinding against him with nothing but your bra on. He loves it.

There were no thoughts. Your mind was mush as you continued. Hyunjin had his hands on your hips but it was you doing the work. He may not be directly controlling you, but in a way he had you under some control.

“Jinnie~” you moaned softly. “Jinnie~”

“Fuck yourself as much as you want, my love.” He grunted, obviously trying to control himself as well. Something about seeing his lovely and pure queen doing something not so pure was really getting him worked up. Corruption. And only he could do it.

Soon enough, you came; your eyes rolled back and back slightly arched. It was the best orgasm you’d had in a while…You were in a daze as Hyunjin bucked his hips to get his high as well. The overwhelming feeling had you whimpering.

After pulling out, he grabbed your panties and sweatpants, putting them on you before laying down next to you.

In this moment, you were in love. It must be daze you’re in… all your worries about your situation had disappeared. What situation? Being with the man you love? The man that believes you’re royalty?

Are you… the delusional one?

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sentoooo · 10 months ago

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[anon:

ITS THE KUAI LIANG HAIR ANON AGAIN

No because imagine like... Pulling it... During ykyk... HEAR ME OUT WJAT IF HE WHIMPERS AND FUCKS YOU HARDER-

IM TOO GAY FOR THIS GAME ISTG]

alright, my favorite anon. ask, and ye shall receive (even tho you didnt directly ask, dont worry). you got me riled up today. sittin in the back at work SHAKING. all i could think abt was kuai liang. his arms, his hair. UGH.

so. this is for you. and every other kuai liang simp. but mainly my favorite (anonymous) kuai liang simp.

your honor, i need him in me.

inspired by keep it down by migrant motel. or my entire whore playlist, really.

cw: amab, male reader, nsfw, 18+, just pure smut, porn w/ no plot, anal, mainly vanilla, little bit of praise, hair pulling OF COURSE, you're all his, proofread word count: 3,106. not a lot but a lot more than i thought i'd write :P MINORS DNI

"ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ" ⨟ ᴋᴜᴀɪ ʟɪᴀɴɢ [ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏɴ] x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⨟ 18+

Quiet, hushed whispers ran through the air, accompanied by the muffled sound of a river running by. Two bodies illuminated by warm light, soft and comforting. Kuai Liang had his head buried in your shoulder, breathing almost too heavily. He couldn't look at you. The way his thoughts roamed, how delicious you looked, it was anything but innocent. The taste of sin lingered on his lips, a craving so raw and visceral clawed in his stomach.

Kuai Liang's excitement wasn't so easily held back, the warmth rubbing against your thigh was testament to that. Damn these clothes, you curse to yourself, keeping his true yearning from you. A barrier so thin should be ripped off, no? And yet, here he was, restraining himself. His breath hot on your neck, you adjusted only slightly. Rubbing your thigh against his bulge, he let out a low groan.

"Don't do this to me," Kuai Liang's voice almost trembles. "Please."

Your hands wrap around him, your right hand finding its way to the nape of his neck, playing with the few strands of his hair that broke free from his bun. You were teasing him. Leaning your head into his, you whisper a challenge.

"Come on, I know you want me," Bold, courageous, and flirtatious. Your tone forces him to grip your shoulders harder. His previous words echo in your mind. He was more than free to roam your body, enjoy it thoroughly, ravage you. And yet, he held back.

Kuai Liang pulled his face away from your neck, meeting your devious gaze. His eyes full of lust, begging to have you. His face flush, he just can't help himself. Oh how good you look, how beautiful you would look with him buried inside you. His hands stray from your shoulders, tracing up your neck and cupping your face. Only for a moment, he pauses. Admiring you, your soft skin, your inviting lips, your sweet words.

"I need you," Kuai Liang confirms, closing the distance and placing his lips on yours. The kiss was warm, passionate. Every ounce of his love was shown. Then, he pressed his body against yours, the friction, unanticipated but welcomed. He moaned, his kiss now full of lust. You lost yourself in his kiss, mindlessly finding his bun and pulling at the hairtie that held it.

Ever so gently, Kuai Liang pushed you back to the bed, his lips never once leaving yours. His left hand held you by the small of your back, his right hand traveling down your body to your waist. He leaned you down to the bed, following suit. His kiss slowly became more hungry, yearning to have you all. He was almost afraid to break the kiss, as if he'd lose you. Yet, he had began to lose his breath, and so he pulled away with a whimper.

"Oh... Please," Kuai Liang looked down on you, his eyes tracing every detail of your clothed body. His hair fell in his face, red and pleading. He almost seemed out of breath. It was clear, though. He was looking for consent.

You spread your legs a little, raising your hands to him, inviting him in. "All yours," You whisper, your words strictly for him.

With that, Kuai Liang wasted no time. He leaned over you, placing his hands on your hips. His thumbs rubbed against the hem of your pants, his eyes trailing down your body once more, snapping right back up to meet yours. You nodded softly, and he responded by pulling your pants off. Almost too quickly. Unlike him, you weren't afraid to show him just how much you craved him. The excitement rising in your boxers was more than enough of a sign. Kuai Liang let out a soft 'mh', acknowledging you and leaning back once more. He couldn't wait any longer.

Foreplay was thrown out the door, Kuai advanced, shuffling out of his own pants, quickly leaning back in. The loss of contact was too much for him, he needed you present every second. Skin-on-skin contact was a must, to know you're right there, in his hands, he can't bare the thought of being away from you. He let out a soft groan as his hips met yours, burying his face in your neck once more. His teeth glided over the crook of your neck, yet didn't bite. He was almost waiting for something. His hands, however, freely roamed your body. He ran them under your shirt, slowly tracing your waist, to your ribs, and finally resting on your chest. You raised your hands and allowed him to take your shirt off. He did so with such eagerness, it was almost cute, if the implications were so lewd. This was all Kuai Liang needed, he thought.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Kuai Liang groaned, as your hands found his hair once more. Slightly fluffing his hair, getting rid of the waves and texture his bun had left. He seemed to appreciate your touch, finally biting down on your neck softly. As your breath hitched, you could feel a sly smirk form on his lips. His right hand traveled back down to your waist, running his finger underneath the band of your boxers, but not quite pulling it. He trailed soft, small kisses up your neck, to your jawline, before placing his forehead against yours. For a second, he gave you a soft look, appreciative and full of his love for you. He leaned in once more, taking your lips with his. This time, the kiss was much more heated, pressing against you. You moaned into the kiss, and in response, Kuai Liang let a myriad of quiet, sensual noises. To simply feel you was one of his greatest pleasures in life, knowing you're coming apart at the seams because of a kiss was invigorating.

Kuai Liang felt your body temperature rise against him, and finally decided to free you and himself from those pesky boxers. Breaking away from your lips, he leaned back slightly and slid your boxers off, the full extent of your excitement emerging. He took a minute to admire it, before finally taking his own boxers off with haste. For a moment, you marveled at his length. Flush, erect, and almost begging like he had. Kuai towered over you, his eyes half lidded, his hair framing his face. He placed his hands at your waist once more, pushing you further onto the bed. He followed once more, straddling you now.

For a second, you two stayed like this. Kuai hovered over you, an almost sinister look in his eye. While your hands traveled to his wrists, slightly stroking the veins. He relished in your touch, humming softly as he finally reached down to your thighs. He hooked one hand underneath your left knee, lifting it up above his waist. His right hand found your face once more, leaning in and positioning himself over you. You could feel Kuai's warmth, just how close he was to you. Teasing you. A small smile placed on his lips.

Kuai's dick rubbed against your thigh once more, as he bit his lip. Now, he was truly holding back. He wanted to savor this moment, enjoy your body, yet his desires raved, screamed at him. The need to feel you, to take you. Remind you who you belong to. He moaned at the thought, his hand trailing from your face, to your neck. His hand held the back of your neck, while his thumb traced over the definition of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as he did this, somehow his touch was elevated. Perhaps it was the environment, and just the full knowledge of his yearning.

Something primal rose in Kuai, as he slowly leaned back in, his lips grazed yours, yet didn't kiss yours. His breath hot, slightly ragged. So close to you, so close to his release, he squeezed your thigh gently. How lewd these acts were, sinful, and horribly dishonorable. And yet, he felt as if he was doing your body a favor. To dream of you, almost in this exact position, at his mercy. It drove him mad.

"...Ready?" Kuai Liang spoke, a slight growl in the back of his throat. He had positioned him perfectly against your hole, the feeling making you tense only slightly. So close, yet so far. All he needed was a simple word.

So, you gave it to him. You gave him the permission, to finally enjoy you as he so pleased. "Yes," You nodded slightly, searching for a part of his body to hold onto.

A slight stinging, mixed with euphoria took hold of your body as he entered, a drawn out moan escaping your lips. Above you, he sighed, his body relaxing at your warmth. Your hands found themselves holding Kuai by his head, one placed on his neck and the others fingers tangled up within his hair. He stayed still for a second, letting you adjust to him. He looked into your eyes, searching for a sign of comfort, as you leaned into him. Only then, did he begin his thrusts. Slow, soft. He was going to take his time with you, he promised himself.

"You... feel so good, my beloved," Kuai's tone was soft and lazy, almost breathless. As close as he was to you, he still withheld his lips from you. He felt as if he took your lips now, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the release he had so desperate desired. He wouldn't be able to hold himself back from you. He was met with sweet moans, rolling your head back in the sheets as filled you. Yet, you kept your eyes on him, watching his every movement.

Kuai squeezed your thigh a little harder, leaning his head down and placing a kiss on your bottom lip, and trailing small kisses down your face, and your neck, until he found your collar bone. How lovely it felt, his touch mixed in with just how full he made you. Even if he had chosen a more sensual pace, all of these factors brought you immense pleasure.

Amongst your moans and Kuai Liang's ministrations, he whispered small praises, 'good boy', 'all mine', 'you're doing so.. good', and more. He left a trail of hickies up your collarbone, reveling in each mark. He took a moment to enjoy the look of his bites and love painted on your collarbone, before looking back up at you, with such needy eyes. As if he had not already got what he sought you out for.

"Ah," Kuai moaned, watching you as you bit your lip, muffling your own moans. Keeping something so precious from him. "No, Wait..." He reached his hand up to your face, tilting your head to face him by your chin as he brought his face back up to yours. "Let me hear it... all." Kuai left a soft kiss on your bottom lip once more, only slightly picking up his pace. You arched your back, pushing your stomach up against his. Yet, you were still quiet, too quiet for him.

Kuai lets you get away with this, only for a few seconds. Against your lips, you catch a smirk once more. You can't hide what he yearns for, you can't keep your voice from him. He pulls back, and while you try to find him again, seek out the pleasure you desire, he pushes himself back into you, reaching deeper. You can't help but let out a lengthy moan, your hand squeezing at his neck, almost pulling him back.

"Yes, just like that..." Kuai growled, his tone slightly dark. Yet, he was proud. That taught you to let the pleasure be known, not to keep anything from him. For this, he rewarded you with a kiss. Melting into your lips once more, biting at your bottom lip. He took in every sweet noise you made, reaching deeper into you. Achieving the pleasure his body so desperately craved. Only now, did he properly increase the pace. Still soft, yet moderate. Almost rhythmic. He pulled his lips away from yours, a small dribble of spit connecting you, before breaking and landing on your chin. Oh, how beautiful you looked. Your face contorted with pleasure, consumed by just how good he made you feel.

After Kuai Liang had hit a particular sweet spot, your moans became more high pitched, his name escaping from your lips, slowly dissolving into soft whines and groans. He lowered his head once more to your neck, biting gently. He only kept hitting that spot, it was a mistake to let him know just how good he had made you feel. Feeling your pleasure vibrate against his mouth, it made him dizzy. Your hand, running through his hair, it made him melt. And your left hand trailed down his neck, down his back, digging your nails into his arms. How big they were, encompassing you as he continued with his thrusts.

A thought crossed your mind, only to be drowned out by the waves of ecstasy rolling down your spine. Below your chin, Kuai let out a soft growl, biting at your neck in all sorts of places, marking you. In reaction, you pulled at his hair. "Mhhh," He whimpered, his pace stammering. He reared his head back, his breath hitching, his focus broken. He gave you the sweetest, softest eyes you had seen from him, almost as if he asked for more. Yet, before you could oblige, his pace quickened. He raised his body off of you, leaving your neck peacefully unattended. He was harder, rougher with you. Warning you not to do it again, his body betrayed his eyes. "Oh, please..." Kuai groaned, letting go of your thigh and running his left hand up to your waist, digging his fingers into it. "You can't do that to me, my dar- my darling." His words sweet, yet he held you with such conviction now. This was your punishment, how dare you treat him so roughly. He responded with roughness tenfold.

You arched your back, your hands both falling to his forearms. You tried to apologize, to beg. Yet, nothing but acknowledgement of your pleasure and his name slipped out. Digging your nails once more into his skin, practically begging for more. His punishment well-received. "More," You finally whined, wrapping your legs around his waist once more, keeping him as close as possible. He grunted in response, denying your request. If you had loved his warning so much, why would he give you more? You'd have to learn your lesson, somehow. So, Kuai kept his pace even. Rough, yet he slowed down. You whimpered underneath him, pushing yourself closer, to take everything of his. Begging for more. Yet, he refused to give you what you craved.

Yet, you could feel Kuai twitch inside you. It was clear he was nearing his climax, and in turn, pressure built in the small of your back. You shivered slightly, the feeling of freedom, beauty, desperation ran through your veins. You felt your own body temperature rise, your moans became more breathy. And through all of this, Kuai's name spilled out of your lips. Somehow, no other sounds could form. You dragged your nails down to his wrists, gripping him. Your pleas became more desperate, and Kuai took notice of just how your body reacted. As much as he wanted to be unfair, he couldn't leave you like this. So in his moment of weakness, he obliged. His thrusts got faster, hitting your sweet spot every. single. time. The tightness swelled within in you each hit. Kuai leaned back into you, pressing his lips against yours with such a force, such hunger. He could not betray his lust for you any longer.

You pushed yourself against Kuai, as close as possible. Your right hand found his hand, desperately intertwining his fingers with yours. A gesture he welcomed. He didn't allow you to speak, finally taking hold of your lips and exploring your mouth with his tongue. You couldn't find words, restricted to only moans, sounds of appreciation, groans, and whines. Kuai reveled in this, his free hand wrapping around to the small of your back and pushing it up against his stomach.

"My love- ah, mhn," Kuai's voice husky, breaking away from your lips and leaning his forehead against yours. "Look at me." He demanded, his eyes watching your every movement. How you fell apart because of him, your thoughts torn at the line between distinction and definition. Just how beautiful you looked. Oh, beg for me, he thought, beg and don't stop until you loose your voice.

Beneath Kuai Liang, you trembled, it was unbearable. No longer could your hold your composure, the pressure releasing. You came, letting out a low, animalistic growl. Your body rushed with euphoria, rolling your head back, disobeying Kuai's demand. Although, it seemed, he didn't mind. Soon after, he had came inside you, riding out his high, and fucking his cum back into you. He couldn't leave, no. Not now. He squeezed your hand, moaning straight into your neck. His breath heavy, hoarse.

Kuai slowed down after, taking a moment to revel in how your body yearned for his, before pulling out. Yet, he still held your hand, his other hand find your face once more, holding it so gently. "I love you," His voice was steady, gentle, and full of honesty. "So much."

You let his words hang in the air, comfortable, intimate. Meeting his eyes, you breathed softly, coming down from your high. "I love you, too." You responded, and with that, he pulled away finally. Yet, he still kept his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Alright, let me take care of you," Kuai spoke gently, now. All traces of sexuality and lust gone. He leaned back in, only to pick you up. He smiles down at you, his warm brown eyes almost like an autumn day. How interesting it was, that he could switch so quickly. Or maybe, it was because he held this same love for you always, even when he took part in such a raw act.

Kuai carried you off to the washroom, placing you on the counter as he ran a warm bath. While he waited, he played with your hair, admiring all the marks and bites he had left on your neck. You trace the claw marks on his arms, enjoying the comfortable silence. Only for it to be broken by two words, Kuai's voice dominant, yet sweet. Two words, that meant the world to him.

"All mine."

#⁺◟sentooo #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang x male reader #scorpion x reader #scorpion x male reader

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kani-miso · 4 months ago

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hngngngnggngn guyss what if the dude in the ending of the t2 summary, will influence es even further into their warden role (and maybe something really bad will happen)

we all know that the dude used "watashi" instead of jackalopes "ore-sama", this is really important. since we know in the novels, jackalope's aren't technically "jackalopes", they are technically "human", sort of. maybe, the dude who used watashi could be jackalope off of work, or the dude in the novel (the boss). the identity of that man isn't really important in this discussion, but i just want to find out ig.

what's important is, do you remember about the aviot collab? es' last test line is the main topic. (im to lazy to take the image). the line, "i(boku wa)... i(watashi.. wa..)...." iirc. the 1st "i", uses boku, their usual 1st person pronoun. boku is usually used by young boys, but in this case they're using it since boku is used by workers (boku is also gender neutral). the 2nd "i" uses watashi, they have NEVER used this 1st person. what if, the reason why they used watashi, is because of that dude in the ending of t2 summary using watashi. only we can hear that dude since he appeared when es is put to sleep, if they are taking reference off of that dude, how did they hear it? the viewers mind and es' mind is sorta connected (the reason why es can hear our thoughts).

before es is put to sleep, jackalope is awfully manipulative i will rip my guts out. "and anyway, whatever happens to them, none of it can be taken back. its not for the guard to worry about. that's right, you are the guard. don't doubt it. that is your job. as long as you dont forget that, it's fine. now that you understand, go to sleep, es."

its not for the guard to worry about : jackalope knows that es has their full trust on him, he's using that as a chance to take advantage of their own feelings, making them slowly lose empathy for the prisoners. also, maybe jackalope said this because he knows es feels guilty for what happened to the guiltied (…I'm sorry. I'm responsible for the fact that you've ended up like this.) ig he is supposed to be the representation of the all seeing eye in the panopticon.

that's right, you are the guard. don't doubt it : in some occasions, es doubted their role of being the warden (ex: "Guard-san"... Is that really... me?). since they're doubting their role, i think jackalope is trying to push the warden role onto them so they wont ever give up and become a vulnurable target of "manipulation" for the prisoners.

as long as you dont forget that, it's fine : yeah ig its self explanatory.

also, the last line, "oh yes, just as i predicted, you have all turned out to be...." its so smart. in the original milgram experiment, there are three results: 1. those who followed the rules but blamed themselves for what they did 2. those who followed the rules and felt great for what they did (because they thought they actually hurt the person) 3. those who rebelled and halted the experiment. in the back of the undercover cd, there's 3 es'

and i think they can be connected to each of the results. the one on the top could be the 1st result, the one on the middle could be the 2nd result, and the third one could be the 3rd result.

i love how they just cut it off before he says what we all turned out since there's three results that could happen. because we technically have the idea of what es could end up after t3, i wonder how much farther would they go to be the ideal warden (especially with how jackalope is persuading es to not worry about what happens to the prisoners).

(+edit: a jp person translated the ending part where it glitches, its "you have all turned out to be psychopaths who enjoy other people's misery", which is technically the result of the real milgram experiment, even stanley milgram himself was horrified of the results, "a very high proportion of subjects would fully obey the instructions, with every participant going up to 300 volts, and 65% going up to the full 450 volts.".

i might be reaching too far so take this with a grain of salt

tldr; the dude at the end of t2 summary will worsen es

#milgram #es milgram #milgram analysis #milgram theory

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loving-azerath · 11 months ago

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Keegan Brain rot

lately this man has been in my head ALL THE FUCKING TIME. SO I am dumping my toxic Keegan brain rot here and I look I get it "why are you romanticizing toxic relationships?" But IM writing it and YOUR reading it so its very much a Girl what were YOU doing at Satan's brunch type thing okay? Okay.

This man is smooth as hell okay? He gets you with that deep fucking voice, and his fucking hot shit attitude. He is hot and he knows it. He walks like its heavy and it is. HE KNOWS IT. He got you so fucking downbad because for the first couple months you guys are literally so fucking in love in hurts. Both of you.

Yes TOXIC KEEGAN fucking loves you. He can't get enough. It's an obsession. Which is why when he sees that coworker talking to you he loses his mind a bit. Thought of anyone else having you? Quite literally breaks this man. You two fight, you break up. You are devastated. He's heart broken. How could he do that when all he was trying to do was keep you? Now though he can't get you out of his head.

He misses every fucking part of you and no matter who he fucks it never compares. So he ends up luring you back in with sweet words and toxic fuckin dick. He fucks you like he gets paid to do it. Hand on your throat in prone bone, fucking into you with almost body slams. Your fucking sounds fueled him because he missed them so fucking much.

He leaves hickies now, needing to mark you as his in hopes to keep other guys from getting too close. Which would have worked. If the guys that were approaching you were interested and not co workers or married friends. Didn't matter what you said to him. Though you aren't innocent in this either. Somewhere you learned that when he gets possessive, when he gets jealous...he fucks you so good that it replays in your head on repeat throughout the next month. When he starts the fights you fucking fight back. With words just as sharp.

It became a cycle before you knew it. Two years gone in it. Going two or three months happy and then one of you fucks it up. You only stay broken up for a month at a time. Its all he can bare. Longer if hes deployed but you bet as soon as he comes home from deployment hes at the bar he knows you like to go to. Tucking you away into a bathroom, caging you in against the sink of the single dirty stall. He knew what to say, and you wanted him so fucking bad. Even when you hated him a part of your body craved him. Craved him so fucking bad. You would pretend not to be interested, knowing it pisses him off. You were already soaked just from having him practically pinning you against the sink. Staring through your pretend uninterest. It would be a battle of who gave in and kissed first. He always lost. He would grab a fistfull of hair from the nape of your neck, pulling your head back enough to get a sweet little whimper from your lips before swallowing it with his own. Which would just give you more whimpers for him to swallow. His lips were always so hungry for you, to taste literally every part. Every inch of your neck and chest. Bruising hickies would litter any place he knew a man would look. When he was so hard he would hurt himself from his dick pressing hard against his zipper and seam of his jeans. He would finally unzip them, free his cock that twitched when freed. Twitched when he pressed it against you just to kiss you again, small grinds because he just needed the friction.

"Fuck..." He practically growl, "Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me doll?"

You would blink twice at him

"Piss you off?" You ask, to do what you may ask? Oh right piss him off because as I said you aren't innocent in this shit. It would work too. He would be fucking fuming. Hiking your dress up without removing his eyes from yours.

"Damn right you fuckin' piss me off." He grinds, his fingers finding your folds, this part always broke you. Every. Fucking. Time. Because his fingers were like magic. The warmth and friction bringing shuttering whimpers which as soon as he heard his cock pressed up against your stomach twitched again.

"You feel, so fuckin wet." He would whisper "I need you so fucking bad baby"

"Beg" You say, straightfaced. His eyebrow twitches in irritation. He should have seen this coming. Truthfully. It didn't matter if it was in a dirty bathroom. You would walk him like the dog he was. He sighs flexing a muscle in his jaw. Before slowly lowering to his knees. His eyes once again, never leaving yours.

"Please baby...I need you so bad" He says kissing your hips, messaging your thighs with your dress still in his hands, moving the fabric up and down your thighs with his movements.

"More"

"You" kiss "are" kiss "Everything" kiss "To me" His mouth hovering right over the one place he wanted to sink in the most. "Please, I don't have purpose when you hate me"

You scoff "Thought your purpose was to make me hate you?" You ask

"Only when we fight baby, I don't wanna right right now" He says smoothly planting another kiss around the one spot you both wanted his lips.

"Then make me forgive you" you say, a smirk crosses his lips before he devours you. Moaning vibrations into your core as soon as he tastes you.

"Fuck baby" He says against you, between laps that he doesn't break his eye contact for. "This is what I'm made for" He says, every lap, suck, flick, and moan is driving you crazy. Your whimpers during into panted mewls and whines.

"Kee..." you whine when you're close.

"I know baby, I know. It feels good. It always feels good. We feel good" He says, sucking on your clit while the high rises. "Let me taste how good I make you feel"

It was always so easy for him to make you cum this way. Your hands gripping the sink behind you as you struggle to keep your sounds under uncontrol. He always pulls away from your sweet core like it pains him to do so. Grabbing your hips and turning you a little too needily around to face yourself in the mirror.

"Fuck look at how good we look together like this baby. Keep watching, you'll see just how perfect we look together." He says, he looks down to guide himself into you and the familiar stretch breaks any resolve you had left.

The sounds your bodies make when they slap together echoed off the tile bathroom walls. Keegan had his hand over your mouth, letting your muffled moans feed his addiction and ego. You catch your reflection, your eyes and brows pulled into a fucked out pleasured expression. Your wetness was drinking down your own thighs and your legs were shaking.

His thrusts getting sloppier and his groans turning into whimpers that made you fucking melt every fucking time. He knew it.

"God you make a mess of me Angel. A fucking mess. All I am without you" he whimpers. "all i fuckin am"

he shoves himself so far inside you that the pressure is almost too painfil while you feel him pump his ropes inside of you. You were panting against his chest as he slowly removes his hand, then himself.

"Forgive me?" He asks as he zips himself up. You just silently nod, brain still fuzzy and feeling the mess he made inside of you leak out. It was filthy, but you loved it. He kisses your forehead. "Good girl, Let's go. I want round two but the ungodly things I'm going to do to you needs privacy"

and then the cycle fucking continues.

#i need it #pleasekillme #keegan smut #keegan p russ #cod keegan #keegan russ x reader #Poorly written smut #I need to be sedated #The way I need this man should be studied by a team of medical professionals

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tiredfox64 · 6 months ago

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Im here to offer a mavado x reader...

(I saw the one you made and here I'm feral-ing)

So another reader becoming small (now this one, you can choose how it happened, doesnt have to be potion, bro prolly made a wish to a shooting star /JOKE)

Mavado here just "shit, welp, time to smother you with my love now hehe"

Off topic: Currently drawing your oc, I'm finna get you /threat

Pequeña

Yip notes: Your timing was impeccable. I was close to panicking about something till I saw your request. Immediately my brain told me I'm not allowed to panic because I have to figure out how to do this.

Pairing: Mavado x Afab reader

Warnings‼️: mfs who are 5'2

When Mavado made a deal with Shang Tsung to get a hold of Kano he knew what he was getting himself into. He knew how deceptive the sorcerer could be. Yet he still made a deal with him so he could obtain Kano. He had to work his ass off to get that damn Black Dragon. He had to go through Sonya and Jax so he could get Kenshi. All that work to finally get Kano and torture him. However, he had to strike once the fun was done before Shang Tsung did. He sent Hsu Hao to deal with the sorcerers but got no reply. Of course, he couldn’t finish the job. Mavado had to do everything himself. Well, not fully alone. He brought you, his loyal girlfriend, to finish the job with him. He suspected Shang Tsung would have Quan Chi with him and could not risk dealing with a 2 v 1 situation.

His prediction was right. Both of the sorcerers were expecting Mavado but not you. You and your boyfriend put up a good fight. Mavado was skilled with the hookswords he stole from Kabal. You barely had to do any work.

This was a losing battle for Shang Tsung and Quan Chi. In an attempt to escape, Quan Chi decided to target you. He wasn’t focused on whichever spell he cast it just had to distract Mavado. You heard Quan Chi chant and as you went to face him you felt something hit your stomach, causing you to fly back. Mavado immediately turned around to check on you, only to see a cloud of toxic green smoke consuming you. It gave Quan Chi enough time to grab Shang Tsung and make their escape. Though Mavado lost his targets he had other matters to be concerned about. He ran over to you and tried to wave the smoke away. He couldn’t find you, not a limb or strand of hair to hint at your body still being there. But once the smoke cleared he was surprised.

You were alive but you’re…small. As small as a rat.

He knew things were going too well. Something bad was bound to happen.

He crouched down to get a better look at you. You stared up at him with big, sad eyes. He couldn’t tell if you were tearing up because of the situation or if the smoke burned your eyes.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked in a small voice.

“We are in trouble. This is not on you surprisingly.”

I don’t know what he meant by that.

Your mind hasn’t adapted to the situation so you were horrified and confused. He tried to grab you but you were so confused about what he was about to do that you decided to dodge him. Mavado doesn’t need you doing this but you have little control over the situation. He had to snatch you with both hands, trapping your arm to the side of your body and your legs dangling. You heard your boyfriend sigh before saying,

“Always so difficult.”

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“Yes, I can see that she is small.” Daegon pointed out the obvious.

“Can’t you do anything to fix this mess?” Mavado asked.

“I am a demigod, not a miracle worker. I cannot be bothered to fix this while my brother is out there. He is a bigger issue than your little girlfriend,” pun intended, “If I know anything about sorcerers when they are in a panic, Quan Chi’s spell won’t last forever. This is not permanent.”

Mavado let out a sigh of relief but also annoyance. For once he was not happy with the Edenian but what could he do. If Daegon’s words were true that means this will all be over at some point. When that moment comes is the true concern. He doesn’t have an issue with you being small. It’s kind of funny and cute. He’s more concerned about you getting hurt by something or someone. You’re his girlfriend, he cares about you. You’re the only other thing he prioritizes other than his clan.

Since Daegon isn’t telling Mavado to do anything or go after Taven, he’ll keep his eyes on you most of the time. What else could he do?

He still had you in his hands and he decided to mess with you. You ain’t gonna do anything. You’re not gonna jump off his hands. He took this opportunity to squish your cheeks which you never let him do. He used his middle finger and thumb to squish both of your cheeks. You whined and told him to stop but did he? Nah. He just laughed at your futile attempts to push him away. Your tiny hands were unable to save you.

“You’re so pathetic. But I love you anyway.” He said before kissing you on the top of your head. That one kiss alone messed up your hair.

Now what could Mavado do with you? He’s never dealt with a tiny human before. Nobody has. He took a moment to think of how to keep you safe but not bore you. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he positioned you in front of his chest area. Your mind is a battlefield that you sometimes lose to. This means your impulsive thoughts come into play and you listen to them.

In short, you grabbed onto his chest hair and yanked on it. You’ve never heard him whimper in pain before. He almost crushed you in his hands because of your little stunt. He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and brought you up to his face. He did not look happy. His eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance. Huh, how have you never noticed the scars on his right eyebrow? It looks good on him.

“What have I told you about touching my chest?” Mavado asked in the calmest voice he could provide.

“…don’t yank on your chest hair.”

“And that rule still applies while you’re small.” With his other hand he used his fingers to give you the lightest flick to your forehead that he could do.

This sure will be a journey for him and you.

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Don’t let your judgment be clouded by Mavado’s good looks. He may be your boyfriend but he is still cruel. He’s cruel in a loving way.

Now there is a reward system at play. An eye for an eye, a trade for a trade.

You want some food because you haven’t eaten since the morning? Don’t worry, Mavado will feed you, after you do something for him. You have to give him a kiss for each piece of food. The worst part is he is stingy. Here’s a bit of bread, now give him a kiss. Here’s a singular black bean, give him another kiss. Again and again, that was how your dinner went until you were full. He just likes having some control of you and feeling your little kisses on his face.

How bout a nap? A nap after a good meal is needed. Or at least Mavado needs a nap after the bs he dealt with.

You had no choice. You tried to run off the table but his arms surrounded you and trapped you close to him. He placed his head down on the table and dragged your body so that you were trapped between his cheek and arm. You struggled with all your might but you’re just wasting your energy. He told you to stop already and that your movements were awkward against his arm. You let out a sigh before accepting that there was no use. Might as well take a nap with him. You snuggled against his face, feeling his stubble scratch you. The warmth of his body calmed you till you fell asleep.

That was a good thirty minutes of sleep before Daegon slammed his fist against the table. Both you and Mavado were alerted and you were almost flung into the air when Mavado jumped up. He was about to throw down an electromagnetic mine before Daegon yelled at him.

“Throw that mine down and you will not live another day!” He grumbled something inaudible before continuing, “I need you to go. Taven is too close to us and I need him eliminated now.”

Mavado wanted to ask what he should do with you but Daegon was already on the move. He can’t leave you alone. Anything could happen to you. But bringing you along would be just as dangerous. Hmmm

…

You saw him look at his trench coat, specifically the inside. Well, would you look at that! There’s a pocket on the inside. How convenient. Without much discussion, he picked you up and placed you in the pocket. You’re as snug as a bug in there.

“I can’t promise you won’t get hurt but I need you to be strong for me. Do you think you could do that?” He asked.

You gave him a thumbs up. He kissed the top of your head before concealing you. He took off running, doing his duties for his clan. Just don’t pull on his chest hair again while you’re hiding.

“Ah! Stop pulling!”

What did I just say?!

Yap notes: Every time I do something for you I get a bloody nose. I don't know why and I don't know how. But I think if I don't finish something for you I'll keep bleeding. Only now does everything about me feel better. So your threats are real I think even though they are for my oc. Adiós!

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thanksforthelaughs-inactive · 1 month ago

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We Saved Each Other: Chapter 2 (Legolas x Reader Short Story)

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Summary: Legolas and Reader have been sharing her chambers while she recovers from her trauma. The prince ensures she is well looked after as he personally sees to her full recovery. It was during this time when they both realise that their love has become something deeper and they decide to show each other the depths of this love with physical touches.

FLUFF, FLUFF AND MORE FLUFF.

Seriously, it doesn't get much fluffier than this. And it will continue in the third and final chapter. Get ready, it's going to be fluff dialled up to 1000.

Enjoy!

Note: Yes this was intended to be a one shot, that was turned into 2 chapters which is now 3... Im sorry! This story just kept growing and growing and I couldn't stop my hands from typing the words which poured from my mind. I hope the content of the story makes up for the length. I swear chapter 3 is the final one and the whole reason why this story exists in the first place xx

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (female elf)

Warnings: head trauma, angst, smut, virginity loss, fluff fluff and more fluff. Oh and a bit of fluff... on top of fluff.

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Weeks had very quickly turned into two months and you were enjoying the company of your temporary roommate very much. Your beloved, the prince of Mirkwood had made it his personal mission to see you back to full health. Legolas ensured the level of his care was of the highest quality as he did not want you to ever feel alone or bored while you were spending most of your time within your chambers, allowing your body the time it needed to heal properly. The prince brought with him a variety of activities that he knew you enjoyed; painting being the most common one. He loved it when he could get a visual on what you saw in your mind which he thought was brilliant from the conversations you shared.

The past two months saw you reach your full strength once more and both you and Legolas had become closer than ever. You had only been a couple for the better part of three years, not long by elven standards, and were still learning all there was to know about each other. Physically, you and the prince had not moved past innocent kissing and embracing one another with the occasional playful touch here and there. It was expected that elves remained intimately untouched until they were joined by the Valar in marriage. When their souls would join to become one for all eternity. As Legolas had shared your chambers for the past eight weeks, he still slept within his own bed which he had requested be made in a different room as he knew of the important elven custom. He feared his strong resolve would break should he find himself resting next to you at any point so he took away temptation at the source.

It did not help when you would ask him to sit with you on your bed so you could either read together or just get lost in each others conversations. The two of you could talk and talk for hours and at times, the sun would rise before you both realised how long you had been engaged in the tales of the other. Yes, the connection between you and the prince had strengthened and while you both were loath to admit it, you had physically made a full recovery. Legolas' presence was no longer needed and this was not lost on the King who brought it to his son's attention. He made it clear that by the end of the current week, your beloved Legolas must return to his own chambers and your temporary living arrangements must come to an end. The prince had yet to relay this information to you out of fear of losing the connection with you which he had come to cherish. It was the evening and you both had returned from supper in the hall but something wasn't right. Legolas' energy which you had come to know as well as your own was off and it troubled you.

You opened the door to yours and Legolas' chambers and walked through it, falling onto the bed and wanting to curl up like a cat after eating a full meal. You were feeling the best you had since waking up from your coma and your relationship with the prince was flourishing. So why couldn't you shake this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Noticing that Legolas chose to sit on the sofa next to the fire, you sat up and began to speak, "My love? Come to me, tell me what troubles you." Legolas felt his own stomach drop but he answered your request by moving to sit next to you on the bed. Looking at your hands, he gathered them both within his own and just stared at them, not knowing how to begin speaking his mind. "Legolas, you're scaring me." you said as you tried looking into his eyes which he averted. Taking a deep, long breath, the prince looked up at you and tried to give you a small smile, but you did not believe it. Whispering now, you spoke once more, "Talk to me, my love. Please".

The nervous prince finally opened his mouth to speak, "My father, he has noticed your excellent recovery and has commanded I return back to my own chambers." Within your heart, you knew this day was coming but it didn't make it any easier. You had loved living with your soulmate, it was the most natural feeling in the world to you. How empty your chambers would be now with him gone. "When?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to stay your emotions which threatened to come forth. The prince heard the slight tremble in your voice and squeezed your hands, "The end of the week" he answered. His response echoed through your head as you realised that that only left you two more days to spend together like this. Your heart was breaking but you understood. The King had given you and Legolas a gift by even allowing his son to share your quarters to see to your recovery, knowing that you were both romantically involved. He also knew the prince held himself to the highest elven customs and that Legolas would not seek to share a bed with you during his stay while he was not wed. He trusted his son implicitly.

You did not know what to say so you allowed your heart to take over. You placed your forehead against Legolas' and spoke from your soul, "I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me, my love. I have cherished every single moment we have shared and feel as though our love has developed into something much more profound than either of us intended. I will miss your constant company immensely". Legolas swallowed hard at your words as they were thoughts and feelings he too shared. He gently kissed your forehead before bringing your head down to rest on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, holding you tight. "There is nothing to thank. As you saved me from an act of love, I would see you well and strong again with the love I have for you. And I do, y/n. The love I have for you is immeasurable and I feel it has only deepened over the last two months. I have..." he stopped speaking to take a breath and you heard his heart racing in his chest. You moved your head to look into his eyes as you sensed his hesitation but said nothing, hoping he'd continue. Legolas saw the question in your eyes and brought his hand up to delicately caress the side of your face. "I have fallen in love with you, y/n. Deeply and utterly in love. The thought of you not being the first person I see with each new day is tearing me up. You are apart of me in every single way... except one"

Legolas and yourself had told each other that you loved one another and shown that love through physical touches but this was something else entirely. The prince was baring his very soul to you and you felt as though your heart would explode. "Legolas... I..." you trailed off trying to unscramble the words that were flying through your mind. What the prince had just confessed to you had you feeling both full with unconditional love and empty at the thought of no longer seeing him in such close proximity as you had become accustomed to. Bringing his free hand up to rest on your other cheek, his eyes encouraged you to continue your thought. He needed to hear what he felt you were going to say. Needed it like he needed the sun to energise his very being, "My y/n, please continue. I need to hear it, whatever it is you were going to say. Whether it be uplifting or a harsh truth, I need it. Please." You swallowed hard, finding the courage to speak as openly and honestly as he had done, "Legolas... I have also fallen so deeply in love with you. The love I had for you before was a surface level love compared to what I feel now. My very soul is weeping at the knowledge that we will no longer spend each night within the same quarters together. That you wont be there to speak sweet nothings with until the sun rises and we both laugh until our stomachs ache."

As the words left your lips, Legolas felt his heart lurching within his chest almost as if it was trying to force him to take you within his embrace and hold you until you both become one. However, he stayed himself as he didn't feel he was strong enough to stop himself from going too far and potentially ruining what he shared with you. "My y/n. My beautiful, girl. What have you done to me?" Legolas whispered as he stared into your glistening eyes, seeing the stars within them. You smiled at him and gently responded, "I took you within my heart and cherished you as you did for me." Your carefully chosen words were the prince's undoing and he gasped before taking your lips and gently pressing his own onto them. The heat coming from both of you was intense, much more intense than anything either of you had felt previously. This was not a kiss that just two elves who fancied each other shared. This kiss was one of connection and intimacy. A kiss so powerful that the love you both had for one another poured from one set of lips and into the others, the world stopping around you.

Something had changed in the relationship and you both knew it. Legolas slowly pulled away to look into your eyes, seeing in them exactly what he was feeling and when he saw no sign of hesitation or uncertainty, he brought his lips back to yours for a more heated kiss. This kiss was pure passion and it made your body shudder in a way that lit up your centre. You felt Legolas' lips part slightly and were unsure if you should reciprocate the action having not shared anything more than a surface level kiss with him before now. You felt his lips gently take your bottom one and gently drew it in between them, running the tip of his tongue against it. You let out a small gasp but it was enough to stop Legolas' actions as he looked at you concerned he had made you uncomfortable. He pulled away slightly, panting along with you as you both tried to calm your rapidly beating hearts. Looking at you with concern, he spoke softly, "Is this... is this too much? I do not wish to make you uncomfortable." You shook your head and smiled slightly at him. The consideration he had for you just made you want to continue the moment even more. You felt completely safe with him and he knew it. Bringing the tip of your nose to the side of his and playfully nudging it, you tilted your head and placed your lips back onto his, hoping he would resume what he had started.

Not missing the obvious sign to continue his earlier advances, Legolas held your face within his hands a little tighter as he opened his mouth ever so slightly once more and began caressing your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. After a few brief moments, you felt his tongue begin to press lightly between your top and bottom lips, asking for permission to enter your sweet tasting mouth. Understanding the unspoken request, you pushed aside your nerves that were filling up your entire being and slowly began to part your own lips. When Legolas felt your resistance falter, giving him permission to taste you more intimately than he had ever done before, he pushed his tongue sensually into your mouth and began caressing your own with his. Bringing one of his hands behind your head, he gently laced his fingers within the strands of your hair and pulled you in to deepen the kiss if that was even possible. The involuntary moan that escaped your throat vibrated into his very being and the sensation caused his eyes to roll back into his head. The taste of you combined with the vibrations of your moan, the prince was losing control and fast. He found the strength needed to pull away and quickly placed his forehead against yours as he panted rapidly, trying to control his breathing. Your own breaths matched his as you were also becoming lost in his unique taste and the feel of his hands on you.

"Did... did I do something wrong?" you breathed out. Legolas chuckled at your question and lightly shook his head, his eyes remaining closed as he held you face between his hands once more. "No, my love. You did nothing wrong. Quite the opposite, I assure you." Hearing his response, your opened your eyes as you heard his struggle come through his voice, "Then why did you stop?" Moving his head away, his eyes bored into yours and for the first time in your relationship you saw a distinct lack of colour within them as his pupils were dilated from the intensity of the moment you both just shared. It was almost animal-like and the image both scared and excited you, waking up something within you that hadn't yet made itself known in your lifetime. Legolas answered your question with complete honestly, "I stopped not for any other reason than knowing if I continued, then I would not be able to stay myself. I would become too lost within the moment and the urge to claim you fully would overtake all reason within my mind."

Hearing the prince admit to struggling to not completely claim you for his own this night exhilarated your senses and your breath hitched in your chest. The idea was one you had thought on often and you knew in your very soul that it was Legolas you desired to take your purity. The concept was exciting and terrifying but you knew more than anything that you wanted him to be your first. With your heart racing and showing no signs of settling, the words left your mouth before you even had a moment to contemplate them. "What if I wanted you to?" Legolas' eyes blew wide open at your question, not sure if he had heard you correctly. "What did you say?", the prince gasped as he dropped his hands from your face to rest on your hands. Taking a deep breath you repeated your earlier statement, "What if I wanted you to... claim me?" you asked again with a bit more clarity. Legolas was now certain he had heard you correctly the first time but he did not believe it. "You offer yourself to me completely? Your purity is a gift and you truly offer it to me?" He was shocked and in awe of what you were proposing and he would be a fool to deny that he had also thought of taking your body with his own many times. Watching you intently, he waited for your answer. Hardly being able to look him in the eye, you nodded your head and quietly said, "I do, I am offering you the entirety of me. Body and soul. Legolas, I want you to be my first and my last."

The prince felt his heart skip many beats as he took in the enormity of the moment. How long he had wanted to touch you in every way imaginable and show you the extent of his love that was more than just simple affectionate gestures. He had dreamed of how you would feel under him, around him, inviting him in and enveloping him completely. The thought alone made his member twitch within his breaches and he had to lightly bite the inside of his mouth to bring him out of his head and back into the present. You watched his response to your request carefully, hoping he would not reject you. "My y/n... what you are asking of me is nothing I have not longed for myself. Valar knows how much I want you in every conceivable way. There is just one little problem... we are not a married pair and it is looked down upon to perform the act of ultimate love before our hearts are joined in marriage." You let out a sigh, feeling a little defeated and disappointed but you also knew to some extent that being intimate with your beloved tonight would not be possible. Still, you had hoped. Sensing your disappointment, Legolas took your hands within his and kissed them repeatedly. He did not want you to think for a second that he did not desire you and his own resolve was faltering as unspoken thoughts were racing through his mind.

He stopped caressing your hands with his lips and looked up at you. Gazing deeply into his eyes, you saw a small flicker of a thought. "May I ask you a question, y/n?" you nodded your head and smiled at him. "Have you thought of us being... betrothed?" The question had both your heart skipping and stomach falling. Of course you had, you just didn't speak of it. With your voice trembling, you responded, "Y... yes, I have. It is an idea I have thought of fondly. Have you?" Legolas smiled at you, almost beaming and nodded his head, "I have. I cannot imagine my life with any other than you. I knew you were my one the moment my heart found you all those years ago. When I first looked upon you, it was like I was seeing light for the first time. The colours surrounding me seemed more vibrant, richer. My life had purpose." Your eyes widened with his words as all he was expressing were emotions you had also known. You watched him move to stand and felt the loss of his closeness within your soul. Watching him move across the room and disappear into his temporary sleeping quarters within your chambers, your mind was reeling, wondering what he was up to. You needn't wonder too long as he reappeared just a soon and stood before you, holding a small circular piece of exquisite jewellery within his fingers. Looking upon the ring, you thought you felt your heart stop along with your breathing as the room around you seemed to spin uncontrollably. You looked from the ring up to your beloved's face and saw warmth and love radiating from his features. "Legolas..."

He stopped you from finishing your thought by gently placing his index finger against your lips and then moving the palm of his hand under your chin, cupping your face. He whispered, "Wait, my love. I need to say something first." You stayed your words as you gave him your full attention, sensing that what he was about to say was of the upmost importance. Opening his mouth, Legolas closed his eyes briefly before looking back at your waiting face and began, "I acquired this when you were sleeping" he took a deep shuddering breath as the memory of you in your coma came to the forefront of his mind. "When I thought I was losing you... when I was made to believe that you would never wake up, I couldn't accept it. You were stronger than that and I felt the life that we were yet to share together dwelling within my heart. I knew then, when I almost lost you, that should you ever wake up that I was not going to let you go again. So I approached my father to inform him of my intentions of asking you to marry me. He gave me his blessing and with it, this ring. It was my mother's." The gasp that escaped your lips at learning that not only the King had given the union his blessing but also imparted the ring he gave his late wife to his son to gift to you, it was all too much and tears began forming in your eyes. Still, you said nothing, allowing Legolas this moment to speak all he needed to.

After allowing you a brief moment to take in what he had just said, you saw the prince move down to one knee in front of you as you sat on the edge of your bed, eyes wide and mouth open, waiting for him to ask the only question you were ever going to be able to answer with complete certainty. Eyes never leaving yours, Legolas extended his hand which held his mother's ring out in front of him and your eyes were immediately drawn to it. It was absolutely exquisite. A design of pure silver as it resembled branches of trees intertwining with each other and a magnificent jewel of pure starlight placed in the centre of it. "Y/n..." Legolas whispered, "My y/n, I kneel before you not as a prince but as an ellon who is deeply in love. I wish to see you smile for the rest of my days and want only for you to know of happiness and unconditional love and support. I want to be the one to bring you constant merriment as I vow to share my life with you. To share myself completely with you, mind, body and heart, forever. Will you allow our souls to be joined and become my beautiful wife?"

The tears were streaming down your face and a sob which you were trying to hold back escaped your chest. Legolas raised his spare hand to wipe away your tears as he smiled gently up at you. You took a deep, shuddering breath and gave him an answer, "My love, my Legolas, of course I will be your wife. It's all I've ever wanted." The prince's heart practically leapt out of his chest as he was now also contending with tears which were streaming down his face. Bringing a shaking hand down to gather your left one within his, he brought his other hand which was holding the ring and placed it upon your wedding finger. Sliding it on with great care and beaming at how it looked upon your elegant finger, Legolas brought his face up to yours and kissed you deeply. You felt him smiling through the kiss and you couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face either. "My gorgeous future bride, I love you so much" Legolas whispered as he gently placed his lips on yours once more. "As I love you, my future husband" you responded. The words feeling so surreal, it was going to take you a little while to get used to them.

This kiss lasted many precious minutes and the power of the moment you both shared was drawing you closer to each other than you ever had been before. While deep in the kiss, Legolas' mind swirled through the words you spoke earlier //"What if I wanted you to... claim me?"//, //"I am offering you the entirety of me", //"I want you to be my first and my last"//. The words that flew through his head in addition to the feel of your lips crushing against his and the heat radiating from your body was breaking down the last of his defences. The prince was justifying what he truly desired by telling himself you were pledged to each other, it was just as good as being wed, right? And then there it was once again, that moan of yours which sent shockwaves down through his entire body and stopping directly in his stomach... he was gone. He intensified the kiss by bringing both his hands around your body; one resting within the stands of your hair as before and the other winding around your back to pull you in impossibly close to his body. You let out a little squeal as you felt him attempt to practically consume you and he broke the kiss to look upon you, both of you panting as he did.

"My love, we don't have to do anything tonight if you do not wish it." he softly spoke to you. Shaking your head slightly, you spoke your own desires, "No, it was just unexpected. It felt... rather nice. Being that close to you." Legolas watched you intently as you chose your words, bringing his hands down to rest on either side of your waist, "There is something else though, isn't there?" he asked as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and placing it behind your pointed ear. The sensation of just that movement alone made you jump slightly and had your eyes closing. You felt the prince chuckle as he kissed the tip of your nose, "Apologies, my love. That was an accident". Allowing a smile to creep onto your face, you looked up at him as his eyes spoke of nothing else but love and desire. "Please do not apologise. It seems I enjoy the sensation." As you had not been intimate with the prince before, you were both about to enter brand new territory and learn what made the other come alive, but you hesitated and this was not lost your future husband. "Then what has you troubled? I can feel it, my love." You looked at the prince and answered honestly, "It's as you said earlier... we are not yet married" you responded as you looked down at your new ring. "I would not have you shamed for not being able to control your urges, nor I the same, even though my desire for you to have me completely is pulsing through me with every heartbeat."

Your words had once again levelled the prince and he had to fight back his yearning for you, even momentarily. "My love, look at me." he asked as he brought his finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet his. With his other hand he gently held yours which carried the ring and lifted it up between you both, fingering the piece of delicate jewellery as he spoke. "This is a promise, y/n. A promise to share everything I am with you for all eternity. That includes me... my body. I almost lost you mere weeks ago, who knows what may happen between now and when we take our vows. As long as your heart is true and your promise to vow yourself to me in the same way is real, I do not see this to be any different than if we were actually married." The words turned your breathing rapid as you realised what Legolas was trying to suggest. Could tonight be the moment where you became one with the ellon you loved above all else? Noting the response in your body but not hearing any words, the prince continued, "Y/N, if you will have me, I would show you how loved one can feel this night. I would make you feel whole, complete with my touches and have my body worship yours the way it should be worshipped." You swallowed hard as you tried to calm the nerves coursing through your body as you began to tremble.

The feeling of your form shaking slightly within his grasp had Legolas concerned that he had pushed too far and took your hands in his before speaking again, "My love, if this is too much too soon, please speak freely. I would only wish to have you fully once you were completely ready for me." Finally, you found what little courage you had to express what you were feeling, "My love, I want you this night. I want you to claim me as yours forever... it's just..." you paused, taking a breath. Legolas looked into your eyes, trying to calm you down and reassure you with his blue orbs. "It's just?" he asked hesitantly. Taking another breath you continued, "It's just, are you sure you want to do this before we take our vows?" Smiling down at you, the prince brought your ringed hand up to his lips and placed a soft yet firm kiss upon it. "I am sure, my love." That was it, those final words were all you needed to hear and you felt all defences crumble. You nodded your head and Legolas brought your lips upon his own again for the fourth time this night. One of his arms came around your waist as he placed the other flat in the middle of your back and he gently lifted you up, sitting you down on his lap with your legs on either side of his own. You felt it, for the first time, you felt his hardened member pushing against your clothed centre and you gasped while he let out a soft groan from the contact.

Breaking the kiss he looked up at you and you were magnificent on top of him, even fully clothed. He was taken aback by your beauty and the fact that you were offering yourself completely to him. Bringing the back of one of his hands up to gently stroke your face, you heard him begin to speak, "My love, my y/n. Look at me" You looked down into his stunning eyes and felt overwhelming emotions of love and safety within them. He whispered, "I ask you for the final time... are you sure you want to do this?" You had never been so sure about anything before in your entire life and you nodded, never breaking eye contact. Legolas nodded in response, "Then I shall have you this night, my love. I cannot promise it won't be uncomfortable at first but what I can promise is that you're in control. If you need me to stop at any point, you tell me straight away. Do not endure what is not pleasurable for my sake. Tonight is all about you." Your heart fluttered as your body shuddered with his words and you knew you were safe. Whatever it was your body was about to feel, pleasurable or not, you knew you were safe with this ellon. You whispered your consent, "I give myself to you completely, Legolas." And with that, the prince slowly picked you up and gently placed your body on the bed beneath him as he moved over you and kissed you deeper than he had previously done this night.

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