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stevie-petey · 6 days ago

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episode nine: the piggyback

“It’s always been you,” Steve whispers, lips pressed above your brow. “The six kids. The family I’ve always wanted. Traveling the countryside. My dream, it’s always had you in it.” You laugh, breathless and in love. “I know, honey.” Sickly sweet warmth cascades through you. Your lips find Steve’s, you kiss the smile off his face. He lets you. “I’ve always known it was going to be the two of us.”

Summary: operation save hawkins is a go. youre eagle one, steve is currently doing that, eddie is youd be lying if you said you havent thought about it, nancy is it happened once in a dream, robin is if you had to pick a girl, and dustin is eagle two. what could possibly go wrong ? spoiler alert: everything. literally everything goes wrong. might as well break a few promises while youre at it. for the plot. but at least its over, right? .... right?

Rating: general, some swearing, violence

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, cursing, weapons, blood, death and gore, injuries, lowkey suicidal thoughts

Words: 8.5k (we broke tradition where the last chapter is the longest but tbh this is probs for the best)

Before you swing in: oh my god this is the end. i am. very very emotional rn. this story is my baby and i dont know what im going to do now that its done. i cant even write an in between chapter because we still dont have season 5 content :((( im gonna miss writing this story, and i will absolutely go crazy waiting for season 5 so i can write again. these next few months will be ROUGH but !!!! thank you guys so so so much for reading. all your comments/reblogs/kudos/likes have meant the world to me. im truly the luckiest girl ever :') for now, and for the final time... enjoy !

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It’s pitch black outside. All around you is darkness. The sun is long gone, its golden warmth no longer present, retreating into the treeline as if afraid of what the night will bring.

You’re afraid, too.

Everyone stands around Nancy. The group is quiet as you await whatever she has to say. When she turns to face you, her voice is leveled, calm, but her hands shake.

She’s afraid, too.

“Okay,” Nancy exhales deeply. “I wanna run through it one more time.” She looks at Robin, prompting her to recite everything back. “Phase one?”

“We meet Erica at the playground.” Robin responds. “She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”

“Phase two.”

You step forward. “Max and I will bait Vecna. When he goes after one of us, he’ll go into his trance. If he chooses Max, we’ll go onto phase three together.”

“And…” Nancy swallows, looking away. “And if he chooses you?”

It’s Steve who steps forward this time. He stands tall, brave, but his voice shakes. “Then I’ll stay with her, walkman ready, while you and Robin go on your own.”

You grab his hand, squeezing it. He squeezes back.

“Speaking of phase three.” Dustin clears his throat, weary eyes never leaving you. “Me and Eddie wil draw the bats away.”

“Carefully,” you look pointedly at your brother. “Right?”

He rolls his eyes at you while Nancy continues speaking. “Okay, phase four.”

“We head into Vecna’s newly bat-free lair and…” Robin holds up a molotov cocktail. The liquid sloshes around. The scent of gasoline still stings your nose from when you helped her pour it into the bottles earlier. “Flambe.”

“Nobody moves onto the next phase until we’ve all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what.” Nancy reiterates, looking around the RV. Her eyes linger on you, cautious, almost doubtful. She trusts you. She knows she trusts you. But she also knows your heart and the lengths you’ll go to save others.

Nancy has always admired your selflessness, but she’s also always seen it as your greatest strength and weakness. A coin, two sides. Now, tonight, she has to hope that you’ll follow the plan. Even if it means leaving Max behind if she’s the one Vecna chooses.

Your eyes harden when you realize what Nancy is thinking. Without saying anything, you nod at her. The jut of your chin tells her that you’ll be fine. That she needs to trust you.

Eddie’s trailer is only a few yards away, but the walk to it feels like decades. Steve guides and Nancy is close behind him. You stay back, walking beside Dustin. Your shoulders brush. His presence grounds you, reassures you that you will make it through the night.

Dustin, sensing your fear, reaches for your hand. He extends his warmth to you, silently promising you that he will always be here. There isn’t anything left to say.

Steve opens Eddie’s door, turning the lights on and tossing his backpack to the ground. He eyes the rope that connects the trailer to the Upside Down, getting ready for the part of the plan that you honestly really hate.

“Be careful, please.” You urge him, uncomfortable that he has to be the first one to return to the hell that is the Upside Down. It makes sense, he’s the only one able to climb the rope up, but still. You’ve had shit luck these last few days.

“I’m always careful, angel.” Steve winks at you, rolling his sleeves up. “Here goes nothing.”

He climbs up quickly, years of being an athlete being put to use. Everyone watches anxiously. However, when Steve crosses through the gate and lands with a cheesy flip, you and Robin share a disgusted look.

“What, does he want us to applaud?” She scoffs.

You shake your head. “Somethings I think he has an imaginary audience in his head.”

“Do you think they ever boo him?” “Not like we do.”

Nancy covers her mouth, muffling her laugh, and Robin snorts. You smile at the two of them, momentarily forgetting what’s to come.

“Alright,” Steve shouts up, tossing down Eddie’s old mattress. “Let’s go.”

You take a deep breath, steadying your nerves. Wiping your hands on your jeans, you place them on the rope and prepare for the inevitable torture that this will be. You’re pretty sure you’re bleeding again.

“A little help?” You ask the others, motioning towards your injured leg and shoulder. “Sorta out of commission.”

Eddie grips your waist while Robin and Nancy gently hike your legs up. Together the three of them are able to carry you almost all the way up. Breathing through your nose, you grit your teeth and climb the rest of the way, wincing every few seconds. The pain is unbearable.

You really hope you don’t sound as pathetic as you look.

When you land on the mattress, small, black dots litter your vision. “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

Steve is already bending down, helping you up with ease. “And ruin Munson’s tidy home?”

Woozy from pain, you bat Steve away and wait for the others to join. Nancy comes next, then Robin, then Eddie and Dustin. Weapons get tossed down. Bodies land on the mattress with finalizing thuds.

Outside, it’s just as cold as you remember it. Eddie and Dustin stay in front of the trailer. This is as far as they’re going. They aren’t leaving.

Roughly you pull at your brother. His body lands against yours, but the kiss your press to his forehead is gentle. You haven’t done this since he was a kid. Dustin flings his arms around you, nearly knocking all the air from your lungs. He squeezes you tight, as terrified as you are, and you feel tears in your eyes.

“We’ll come home,” your whisper is hoarse, rough and desperate. You bury your face in his mess of curls and kiss his head again. “The house won’t be empty.”

Dustin sniffles, too weak to hide his tears. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Your throat burns. How can you possibly leave him?

Vision blurry with tears, Eddie manages to catch your attention as you cling onto your brother. The teen nods, lifting his pinky in the air to wave it at you, reminding you of his promise to you. He’ll protect Dustin. He swore it.

Reluctantly, you pull away from Dustin and wipe your face. “Please don’t die. Who knows what Mews’ ghost would do to you?” Dustin laughs wetly, wiping his own face as well. The thought of your childhood cat haunting his grave is enough to lessen the sting of letting you go.

“If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort.” Steve breaks the remorseful silence. He doesn’t want anyone getting hurt. He doesn’t want you losing anyone else. “Draw the attention of the bats, keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be a hero or anything.”

His tone is harsh, but you know Steve means well. You also don’t want Dustin and Eddie anywhere near danger. As long as they stick to the plan, they’ll be fine. They have the quickest escape route and the most amount of protection.

“What Steve is trying to say is that you two better climb back through the gate the moment anything bad happens.” You look at the two boys. They stare at you, grim faced. “I mean it, okay? Go through the gate, don’t try anything else.”

“We’re the decoys, we get it.” Dustin rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry. You and Steve can be the heroes.”

“Look at us,” Eddie nudges your brother’s shoulder. “We’re not heroes.”

Your stomach twists. You hate how Dustin views his and Eddie’s position. They aren’t just decoys, they’re heroes in your eyes. They’re facing an army of bats all on their own, but you don’t dare say this out loud, afraid to encourage them.

“Just…” your mouth is dry. “Just be safe, alright?”

“We will.” Eddie swallows. Then he pauses, his gaze darkens slightly. Looking back at you, he breathes out, “And make him pay.”

You and Steve look at each other. So much of Eddie’s life has been ruined by Vecna. Even if you all make it out of here alive, killing Vecna, there’s no guarantee that Hawkins will accept him back into the town. You understand the anger that resides within Eddie. The desire to kill the very thing that has destroyed everything he loves.

You bite your lip. You’ve never made a promise you haven’t been able to keep. But this time you’re facing something bigger than anything you could’ve ever imagined. All this time you’ve tried convincing yourself that you’ll win. That everything will work out.

But you remember last summer.

The mall. The fire and the deaths. Hopper. Billy. The power Vecna seems to hold, his claws that have sunk into you and Max. His threat to Nancy. The danger that Hawkins is in, up above where your mother sleeps peacefully. Unaware of what you’re sacrificing for her.

This is more than anything you’ve ever dealt with before. But a promise built on an unsteady foundation is all you can give Eddie.

“Well will,” you echo his earlier promise.

Eddie smiles at you. The one you’ve grown to like, even find charming. Slanted and mischievous. The glint in his eyes never dimmed, even after everything. Through it all, he remained kind.

This is how you’ll always remember him.

–

The further you walk away from Eddie and Dustin, the harder you have to force yourself to keep going. Your body is heavy, the weight slowing you down, pleading with you to go back. None of this feels right.

Steve’s hand on the small of your back is the only thing keeping your heart from collapsing. Robin’s smile helps, too.

“You’d think this place gets less creepy the second time around.” She says, stepping over a root. “But I’m still pretty damn creeped out.”

“It isn’t the most pleasant place.” You agree.

Robin steps over another root, looking back at you as she does so. “At least I’m here to protect you, Y/N. Pretty brave, don’t you think?” “Hey,” Steve warns. “Watch it.”

You knock your shoulder against his and smile apologetically at Robin. “Like always, I think you’re the bravest.”

She smiles proudly, throwing her fist in the air in excitement. However, after stepping over a root for what feels like the tenth time, her heart starts to pound. Looking around, all the trees suddenly look the same. Have you been here before?

“Not to alarm anyone, but I swear we’ve seen this tree before.”

“That’s impossible.” Nancy dimisses.

You agree. “We’re in the woods. All we’re going to see are trees.”

Robin tries to calm herself down, but ultimately fails. There are so many components to the plan, so many ways it can go wrong. “I mean, that would suck, right? Veca destroys the world because we got lost in the woods.”

“We aren’t lost–” You try to reason with her, but Robin is already running away in a panic. You scream at her, terrified of losing her. “Robin!”

“I’ll be back!”

You start to stumble after her. “Why does everyone want to separate?” You huff out, nearly tripping. “There’s safety in numbers! Come back!”

Nancy, seeing your fear for your friend and horrible coordination skills, steps in front of you. “I’ll go after her. You stay here with Steve.”

And then she’s gone, disappearing into the mass of branches alongside Robin.

“They’ll be fine,” Steve reassures you, grabbing your hand. “They’re tough, even if Robin may lose her mind sometimes when she’s distressed.”

“I think we’re all slowly losing our minds.” You laugh, bitter.

Steve tightens his hand around yours. The two of you walk in silence for a while. The thunder above you serves as a reminder of where you are. The darkness is a threat. But you’re here, together. That’s all that Steve cares about in the end.

“Did you really mean what you said? Back at the cemetery?” He asks, clearing his throat in unease. The question has been on his mind ever since he heard your pleas for Vecna to take you instead of Max.

He thinks of how adamant you’ve been to protect her. How you’re only here with him right now because Max wouldn’t let you blindly walk towards your death.

The question strikes deep guilt within you, yet an exhaustion follows. You’re ashamed of how desperately you pleaded to die. Steve and Dustin had to hear you beg for your death. Lucas, too.

You’re ashamed. Yet you wouldn’t take it back.

“I did.” You finally say. “I wanted him to take me.”

Steve already knew you’d say this. He’d been expecting anger to follow, to be furious with you for sacrificing yourself knowing he’d be left to pick up the pieces.

But seeing the way you set your jaw and stare ahead, seeing the resolve that masks your face, the acceptance of your decisions, Steve can’t bring himself to be angry. Not at you.

This is who you are.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Steve promises you again. He will always promise this to you. Over and over again, he will die saying these words to you. “I-I can’t lose you. I refuse to lose you.”

Your eyes remain downcast.

“I know that this is how you love,” he grabs your jacket, begging you to look at him. “I know that I can’t let you lose the ones you love. Dustin, Max, Robin, Lucas, or El or Mike or Nancy. Hell, even Jonathan. I won’t let you lose them, but I won’t lose you, either.”

He understands, then. The selflessness within you and its selfish ways. Yet he doesn’t shy away or hiss at its venom. Steve opens his hands and allows the selfishness to stay there, warming it with his skin.

You kiss him. Surprising both him and you, yet you melt together. Steve circles his arms around your waist, pulls you flush against him, and in the cynicism that surrounds you, there is still love.

“Thank you,” you breathe against his lips. He’s wonderful. He loves you wholly, without any faults. Your kindness and its destructive ways; he accepts it all. “Thank you for understanding.”

And this, you believe, is the most selfless act a person can do. Steve’s understanding of why you need to do this, to sacrifice your life for Max’s, even if it means he risks losing you.

“I should be the one thanking you,” Steve kisses you again, softer this time. Slower.

You pull back, confused. “Why?” He pulls you in again. “I mean, I don’t know if you know this, but I was a pretty huge asshole back then.” You laugh softly, and Steve knows he’s exactly where he’s meant to be. “You saw this good in me that I didn’t know existed. Right off the bat you saw through me, expecting more from me than anyone else ever did. I wouldn’t be who I am now without you. ”

“Steve…”

“And I’m sorry for thinking you didn’t see a future with me.” He continues, unable to stop now. This is everything he’s wanted to tell you ever since you allowed him into your life. “I know it’s stupid now, apologizing for our fight a week ago after the hell we’ve been through since then, but…”

He can’t believe he almost let something as small as a misalignment of where you’ll be a year from now jeopardize what you have. There is a string that attaches Steve to you, it brought you to him and tied your heart to his.

“I meant what I said, Y/N.” Steve’s forehead presses against yours. “I’d wait forever if it means I can have forever with you.”

His eyes shine down at you, brown and warm. The honey you fell in love with when he pretended not to know your name, all to get you to laugh.

“When your head went under the water, that night at Lover’s Lake, I thought you were dead.” Your voice shakes, remembering the fear that choked you. “For those thirty seconds, I thought you were dead, and it almost killed me.”

It was then that you realized how truly you can’t lose Steve. You’ve always known this, but to have his soul ripped from yours so suddenly, so permanently, there are no words to express the agony that poisoned you.

Losing him would be the one thing you’d never recover from.

“I don’t ever want to live through those thirty seconds again,” you’re crying. Steve is, too. He wipes a tear that falls, strokes your cheek, and you can’t bear the thought of a world without his touch. “I want forever with you, too. We’ll figure it out, but I’m not losing you. You have to be in my life, in whatever capacity. Whether you’re in a small, cramped apartment with me in New York or in Hawkins, waiting for me to come home.”

Your breath hitches. To think that a childish argument almost separated him from you.

“As long as we come home to one another, it doesn’t matter.”

Steve is quiet after you’ve said all this, and for a moment you’re scared you’ve said too much. Revealed too much of yourself, convinced him he’s gotten it all wrong, but then he cradles your face. His hands are soft, tender, the weight of them familiar against your skin.

He kisses your forehead, and you exhale the last of your uncertainty. All that is left within your lungs is love.

“It’s always been you,” Steve whispers, lips pressed above your brow. “The six kids. The family I’ve always wanted. Traveling the countryside. My dream, it’s always had you in it.”

You laugh, breathless and in love. “I know, honey.” Sickly sweet warmth cascades through you. Your lips find Steve’s, you kiss the smile off his face. He lets you. “I’ve always known it was going to be the two of us.”

Steve smiles, wide and bashful, and you know that this is where you’re meant to be, too.

“Hey, guys!” Robin breaks through the treeline, running back with Nancy right behind her. “Awesome news!”

“We aren’t lost.” Nancy cuts to the chase. “We think the Creel house is up ahead.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” You step out of Steve’s arms, though your hand remains intertwined with his. “Let’s go face imminent doom.”

Nancy huffs out a laugh and Robin winces, though Steve squeezes your hand and is the first one to start walking. Together, the five of you descend deeper into the woods.

Unsurprisingly, the Creel house is even more terrifying in the Upside Down. Bats surround it, their screeches stinging your ears. Lightning flashes a deep, blood red and the thunder that follows causes your heart to drop.

You stand at the crest of the hill. There’s a light below you, its glow pure in the abandoned park where it resides. The same park that you told Erica to hide in as she waited for Max and Lucas to take their place. The light flashes.

It’s time for phase two.

–

“Max is moving into phase two: distracting Vecna. Y/N, get ready.” Erica’s voice carries into the Upside Down.

Nancy, Robin, and Steve all turn to you. Grief and longing taint their faces. Your walkman hangs from Steve’s hand. He grips it tightly. Tension coats the air, nearly suffocating you; you can’t run anymore.

No one says anything as you carefully lower yourself to the ground. It’s cold beneath you. Hard, unforgiving. You cross your legs, ignoring the deep ache of your wounds as you do so. You close your eyes. The storm is coming.

“Take the bait, you son of a bitch.” You hear Nancy whisper.

You or Max.

Take me, you silently beg. Take. Me.

Silence settles over the group. Everyone waits with bated breath. No one knows who Vecna will choose.

Steve stands nervously behind you, his hand on your walkman at all times.

Just take me. Kill me instead of her. If you’ve watched me for so long, then just get it over with. Don’t make this easy, don’t be such a fucking coward.

The words echo in your head. Taunting Vecna, hoping their malice will be what saves Max. That he’ll choose you in the end, give you what you want. You’ll do whatever, say whatever you need, if it means Max will come home.

Something pricks your skin. An uncomfortable, electric sensation coats your entire body.

Vecna.

For a moment you think he’s listened. You can feel his presence, the weight of him shadows in your mind. He’s here, he’s spared you mercy after prolonged cruelty. He’s chosen you and Max will survive. Her blue eyes will remain bright, her body alive.

Then it all comes crashing down.

“He chose Max. I repeat, he chose Max.” Erica says, voice cutting through the delusions you allowed yourself to get lost in.

Your ears are ringing. Somewhere in your body there is still oxygen that has not escaped you, but you cannot find it. He chose her.

Robin radios Dustin and Eddie, you think she’s instructing them to move onto phase three, but her words are jumbled in your mind and you can’t hear anything besides the screaming in your head.

He chose her.

“Y/N,” someone roughly grabs your shoulder. “Y/N, look at me.”

Nancy. She’s in front of you, kneeled down. She grabs your arms, her grip vicious. Her mouth moves. She’s saying something, the way her chest heaves makes you think she’s yelling.

Is she yelling at you?

“Y/N!” The ringing doesn’t subside, but you manage to look at Nancy. “We need to go!”

She’s right. You need to leave. There isn’t time to remember how to breathe. You know this. Somewhere in the distance there’s music. Guitar rifts through the wind, Eddie’s melody enrages the bats that swarm the Creel house. They’re gone in seconds, flying towards the sound, and you need to stick to the plan.

Your head moves shakily, managing a small nod, and Nancy yanks you up with Steve’s help. She looks at Robin, and suddenly her and Steve grab your arms and force you to walk alongside Nancy. They aren’t aggressive as they do so, nor are they cruel. But you can’t afford to shut down. Not now.

Max won’t survive if you do. There’s no time to hesitate. No turning back.

You hope she finds the light.

Lightning flashes all around you, illuminating the Creel house as you stand before it. Steve opens the door first. The vines that cover the ground writhe at the disturbance. He shines his flashlight, his heart drops when he realizes just how infested the house is.

“Shit,” he breathes out. The floor is virtually impossible to walk across. “That’s not good.”

Then, because he has no other option, Steve starts jumping to any safe spot he can land on. He looks ridiculous as he does so, but for once you aren’t focused on that. Instead, you stare down at your injured leg and wince.

“Great,” your thigh is currently more blood than flesh. Jumping on it is quite literally the last thing you should be doing. “This is gonna hurt.”

“At least you have good balance?” Robin offers, though she doesn’t believe what she’s saying either.

Nancy grabs your hand, then Robin’s. She looks at the two of you and smiles, trying her best to look reassuring. “It’s okay. You guys got this.”

The first jump hurts, setting the remaining nerves in your upper thigh on fire, but you can’t afford to scream or collapse. You have to remind yourself that the vines are interconnected. One wrong step, one miscalculated fall, and they’ll wrap viciously around you.

It’s a slow, tedious process trying to get to the attic. The stairs are the hardest part. The vines twist with every step, slithering across the walls. Steve does his best to help you, offering you his hand for support, but you both hold your breath every time your foot slips.

When you make it to the attic door, everyone readies their weapons. In one hand are your knives, in the other a molotov cocktail. Steve spins you around, digging into the backpack for an ax while Nancy grabs her gun.

Your foot lifts, about to step forward, before the ground beneath you shakes violently. The entire house trembles, and Steve barely has enough time to catch everyone as all of you struggle not to fall.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You sneer, holding desperately onto Steve. This is all some sick, cruel joke. A poorly timed rupture in your rapture.

But then the house stills. Everything is quiet. You, Nancy, Steve, and Robin stare at one another, panting. Nobody moves. There’s a clarity in the air, a false sense of security.

That’s when the first vine latches onto Robin.

It folds around her ankle before tearing her away from you. She screams, so do you, and her body is thrown against the wall as more vines encase her limbs. They move fast, snake like, and everything unravels after that.

“Steve! Y/N!” She screeches, terrified. “Nancy!”

You’re at her side in a second, stabbing at the vines. Your knuckles are white as you grip your knives, your biceps strain. You aren’t letting them take Robin from you. “Hold on!”

Your teeth grit together in exertion, sawing as fast as you can. Steve and Nancy are on the other side, throwing their axes as hard furiously into the vines. But nothing works, they’re too thick, and you don’t realize that one of the vines has wrapped around your arm until it’s too late.

“Y/N!” Steve screams when your body gets lifted into the air. You try to fight it, to pry your arm away, but your legs give out and soon a second vine wraps around your other arm. Then a third, a fourth and a fifth.

In seconds you’re pressed against the wall.

“Steve!” Screams are ripped from your throat, you try to call out, to beg for your life, but the more you move, the tighter the vines constrict.

Steve calls after you, ramming into the wall as he tries to cut you loose. “I got you! I–”

The ax he’s holding gets yanked back by a vine. He’s launched into the air, body landing harshly next to yours several feet up the wall. He screams again, but his voice dies when a vine cuts off his breathing and chokes him.

Another vine coils around your throat and suddenly you can’t breathe. Your airway constricts. Sobbing, you try to reach out to Steve. You’re inches apart, his fingers are so close to yours that you can feel their warmth, but you can’t reach him

All you want to do is hold him.

Nancy falls to the ground, the last victim. She gets thrown to the opposite wall, it all happens so fast that she doesn’t even have time to scream.

Your vision blurs. You close your eyes.

This is how you’ll die.

Far away from your home. No one will find your body down here. Dustin will come looking for you and he’ll face the same fate. He will die trying to find you. Vecna will destroy everything you’ve ever loved.

Your lungs burn, fighting for breath that they cannot get. Blood rushes to your head. You take your last breath. The sound of it echoes in your ears.

Everything goes black.

Your mother will be worried about you.

I’m sorry.

–

There’s a body beneath yours.

It groans, gasping for air, but your vision is dark and you can’t see anything. Pain erupts in your wrist. You try to move it, but the sting makes you nauseous.

There’s coughing all around you, but you’re too weak to suck the air back in. Everyone cowers for breath. The vines rescind, unwrapping themselves from your skin. There’s a body beneath you, and a gentle hand cups your cheek, you know it’s Steve.

“Breathe, angel.” His voice cracks, wounded. It hurts to speak, but he needs you to breathe. “Y/N, you have to breathe.”

Everything is numb. Your lungs are empty; you can’t remember how to fill them. Steve coaxes your lips open, blows air in your face, does whatever he can think of to get you to breathe, before finally, miraculously, you inhale sharply and begin coughing.

“Are you alright?” Steve asks you softly, rubbing your back as you cough. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

Your throat is raw. It takes everything within you to speak, but you want to. You need to. There’s only one thing you want to say. “We have to make him pay.”

The anger is back, and Steve’s jaw sets. Vecna has hurt you. He’s hurt everyone you love. He’s chosen Max for his final death and your fury threatens to devour the sanity you have left. You’re tired of his shitty mind games.

It’s like what you promised Eddie: you have to make Vecna pay for what he’s done to you all.

“I don’t believe in a higher power,” Robin rasps, breaking you from your thoughts. “Or divine intervention. But that was a miracle.”

Nancy cocks her gun, already walking towards the attic door. “Then we better not waste it.”

“Phase four.” Steve says, steadying himself against you.

“Flambe.” Robin finishes.

You flick your knives out. “Let’s finish this.”

–

Vecna’s body hangs in the attic, thick, gruesome vines attach him to every crevice. He’s unmoving, eyes closed, and seeing his body up close makes you want to gag. He’s a terrible, vile creature.

But Dustin had been right: Vecna is in the same trance-like state that El goes into when she uses her powers.

Without being told to, Robin sets down her bag. All the molotov cocktails are inside. Everyone grabs one, silent. Almost as if you’re all too afraid to break the spell he’s under. You only get one shot at this.

Steve has the lighter. You hold the first cocktail up, and he looks at you, eyes shining. He asks you if you’re ready, if this is what you really want, and you nod. At your signal, Steve throws the cocktail into the air.

The bottle shatters against Vecna’s body. The flames engulf him, the impact of the blast so powerful that it knocks you and everyone else back. There’s an awful scream as Vecna’s vines begin to snap from the sudden heat.

Your screams mix with his, throwing another cocktail with every ounce of strength you have left in you. You’re bruised and bloodied and exhausted, but you think of Max. You think of Billy and Hopper. Eddie and how his life will never be the same again. You think of Chrissy, Patrick and Fred. All the innocent lives that have been lost for a cause that you despise.

This is for them. For Hawkins. For your home.

The last of the vines die withering away, and Vecna’s body falls to the ground. He stands, body on fire, and stalks towards you. His eyes are only on you.

Robin lights the final cocktail and the force of it sends Vecna stumbling back. It’s enough to break through his chest, and he’s weak. Weaker than you’ve ever seen him.

“Shoot him, Nancy!” You cry, ready for this all to end.

And she does.

The first blast pierces Vecna’s skin. The second, third, and fourth diminish him to ruined pieces. With every shot, Nancy steps forward, drawing him out, and you’re right behind her. Vecna releases a deep, furious roar. The sound of it sinks into your bones, but you no longer fear him.

He isn’t worth your fear.

Nancy raises her gun again. She deals the final blow, sending Vecna through the old, rotted wood of the house into the dark night. He falls, screaming, before everything is quiet.

The roar of the fire that surrounds you is the only sound. You all stand in the attic, numb. None of it feels real. All that’s left of Vecna is a hole in the house, his body far below, sprawled on the concrete outside.

“Did we…?” You’re afraid to jinx it, to somehow bring him back. But this has to be it. There isn’t any other way for this to end.

Nancy doesn’t say anything. Instead, she turns around, running back down the stairs. No one has to ask why she does this; you all know. There has to be a body. There must be tangible proof that you’ve won.

Everyone runs outside.

Vecna’s body is gone.

The only indication that he’d been there is an outline of flames that molt the grass below it. But there is no body.

“No,” you run down the steps, kicking through the grass as you look around. You’re frantic, sprawling on the ground as if you’ll find him buried beneath the ash. “No, where is he?”

You killed him. He was on fire. Nancy put more than five bullets in him. He fell from the attic, a height that alone should’ve killed him. Where the fuck is he? You did everything right. Followed every step of the goddamn plan.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Something is wrong, you just don’t know what. Steve and the others join you. They’re quiet, fearing what you’re refusing to even consider. Four deaths. That had been all Vecna needed. But you killed him. “None of this makes sense, unless… Unless he–”

No.

A bell chimes.

The sound sends you to the ground. Your knees give out, collapsing under the weight of it all. “No!” Your scream is loud, guttural. Tearing from your chest as it tears out your vocal chords. There’s blood in your mouth and you want it to choke you.

It’s Max.

He got her. He killed her.

All of a sudden there are arms around you. Someone carries you back up the stairs, back into the house that has taken everything from you. Steve holds you to his chest as he, Nancy, and Robin stare at the grandfather clock before them.

It’s alive.

“Four chimes,” Nancy’s voice can barely be heard above your crying. “Max…”

The realization settles upon all of you. You’re in hysterics, no one can calm you down. You’re crying so hard that you can’t breathe, but you don’t want to breathe anymore.

Grief pours from you in cruel, bitter waves. All you do is cry, barely even registering the earthquake that follows your devastating loss.

Steve has to set down your crying figure in order to stabilize Robin and Nancy. You curl into yourself on the ground, making yourself as small as possible. There is too much. It’s all too much. Your head digs into the floor beneath you, cutting you, and your tears mix with the blood.

Over and over again the clock chimes. Like laughter. His laughter.

He won.

Steve holds onto the stairs as the earthquake worsens. He has to crawl over to you; you’re rocking back and forth on the ground, your cries heard even above the cracking of the earth. His hand wraps around your weeping body and he won’t let you go. Steve tries to shield you from fallen debris, the world is falling apart, but you don’t move.

You don’t care anymore.

It’s always your fault in the end. You lose everyone eventually; you get them killed. You can never save them. You will never be able to save them.

She’s gone.

Max is gone.

–

The days pass. You’ll come to remember them in fragments.

Returning to Eddie’s trailer and finding Dustin crying over his dead body. Prying him away, your tears mixing with your brother’s when you have to tell him that something has happened to Max.

Finding Hawkins in flames. Seeing the deep gashes in the town you grew up in. Stumbling to the Creel house, racing side by side with the ambulances for everyone within the once quiet town, and collapsing again when you find no one there.

Going home. Your mother’s arms breaking you.

Steve. How he never left your side throughout it all. Holding Dustin’s hand, unable to stop crying.

Visiting Max in the hospital the day after. The stench of sterilizer and surgical tools. Seeing her lifeless body still alive. The countless other bodies in the building that died due to your failure.

When the news broadcasters announce Hawkins to be cursed. The burden that you can’t tell them that they’re right. The guilt seeing your baby brother’s limp. Another scar he will carry with him forever.

All the hurt in the town. The pain.

The collapse of your home; they’re calling it an earthquake.

It all comes to you in flashes.

Hawkins high school gets converted into a donation center for everyone dishoused. Visiting it is your idea. You can’t bear the thought of spending any more time inside your home knowing there are hundreds of others who no longer have a place to call home.

“Anything else?” You place your old comics into one of the boxes you’re donating.

Dustin shakes his head. “That’s the last of it.”

He hasn’t left your side in days. He still keeps your walkman on him, though neither of you know if it’s important anymore. Dustin is afraid that you’ll never put the headphones on again, even if it could save your life.

You tape the boxes up, carefully writing down their contents on one of the flaps. Your fingers are scabbed. Your wrist is stiff, locking up if you move it too suddenly.

Books.

Bedding.

Clothing.

Anything you can offer, you’d give it all to Hawkins if you could.

Steve picks you up. He helps you put the boxes in the back of his car, gentle with you as always. “You guys ready?”

You nod weakly, and Steve kisses your forehead, careful of the cuts that litter it. He helps you into the car. Turns on your favorite songs. Tries to distract you from the wreckage that encases Hawkins as he drives; you keep your head down. You can’t look at any of it.

Nancy is waiting in her driveway with Robin, a pile of their own boxes at their feet. They greet you kindly, warmly, with an air of fear that you’ll break, and you’re too tired to pretend.

“I found some more of your old stuff in the attic,” Mrs. Wheeler walks out of the garage, smiling despite the circumstances. “I think it’s lovely you’re doing this, Y/N.”

“We all just want to help,” you politely respond, staying near Steve’s side.

Nancy picks up one of the stuffed animals in the box and pouts, seeing her old favorite toy. You’re about to tease her, try to laugh, when a pizza delivery van speeds down the block.

“Someone order a pizza?” Mrs. Wheeler asks.

“Not that I recall.” You mumble, confused as your eyes follow the car. Every business in Hawkins is shut down right now. It doesn’t make sense for there to be a pizza delivery.

It parks in front of the Wheeler’s, and when you see who steps out, you drop the box you’re holding and run towards them.

Will and El throw themselves around you, hugging you tightly. Dustin joins, and holding them again, having them here with you, makes everything okay for a moment. Your kids are okay, they’re safe.

“Are you okay?” El asks you, pulling away slightly. Her eyebrows knit in concern when she notices the cuts on your face and how red your eyes are. “Did he get you?”

Somehow you aren’t surprised that she knows about Vecna.

“I’m okay, sweetie.” Her hair is buzzed. Already you miss the long strands she once had. You don’t know what she’s been through this last week, but you hope, more than anything, that she hasn’t lost her kindness. “I-I’m okay.”

Your voice catches at the end, and immediately El understands that something else happened.

“We were worried about you,” Will doesn’t let you go. “When El told us what was happening, Jonathan almost lost his mind.”

Jonathan.

Hearing his name makes you remember everything. Instinctively your eyes find him. They always do. Jonathan has Nancy in his arms, but when he senses your eyes on him, he looks up at you. He will always be able to find you. Your heart stops, looking into his once familiar brown eyes.

Jonathan rushes towards you, as he always does, and his arms around you feel like home.

“Bug,” he breathes against your neck, holding onto you tighter than he ever has before.

You melt when the nickname drips from Jonathan’s lips. It’s been so long since someone has called you that. It’s been even longer since you’ve held Jonathan like this.

“God, what happened to you?” His eyes roam your body, catching on your bandaged shoulder and thigh. The cuts on your cheek. You try to ease his concern, grabbing his hands, but Jonathan starts to ramble. “We-we tried to get back to Hawkins as soon as we could. The second El told me you were in danger I–”

He inhales shakily, presses his face deeper into your neck. “All I could do to stay sane was think of your voice. Of our last phone call.”

You bury your face into Jonathan’s messy hair. You’re crying, but for what, you don’t know. His scent is bittersweet. His arms are reminiscent of what was once. You’ve missed him, but nothing will ever be the same again.

“I need to see her.” El’s raised voice causes you to let go of Jonathan. She’s standing in front of Dustin, arms crossed, and you know he’s told her the truth. “Take me to Max.”

“What’s wrong with Max?” Mike slings an arm over your shoulders, putting all his body weight against you in greeting. “Miss me, Henderson?”

You move his arm down, forcing him into a hug. You want to remember these next few seconds. The remnants of his childhood before it comes crashing down on him. “I did, Wheeler.”

Mike hugs you back, but when he sees the distress on El’s face, he lets you go and walks towards her. “What? What’s going on?”

Dustin is the one who breaks the news. Shamefully, you know it should’ve been you, but you haven’t been able to say Max’s name in days. There’s too much guilt, remorse, resentment that it hadn’t been you.

It’s a mess of tears and panic when Dustin tells them. Will covers his mouth, holding back tears, while El storms inside the pizza delivery van as Mike demands that Jonathan take him and everyone else to see Max. They don’t believe any of it. El told them that she saved Max.

“Are you coming, Y/N?” Jonathan holds his keys up. Everyone else, including Nancy, are already inside. A boy your age, you think his name is Argyle, waves at you from the passenger seat.

So much has changed. Unable to form the right words, you shake your head at Jonathan. Yet even after months apart, he understands your unspoken words. You can’t see Max again. Not yet. It’s too soon, too much for you to bear.

Seeing her limp body once was enough.

“We’ll be back,” Jonathan hugs you one last time, pressing a kiss to your hairline as he lets you go. “I promise.”

Steve steps forward then, wrapping an arm around your waist as he stands next to you. The two teens lock eyes, Steve gives Jonathan a cool, steely look. He remembers what you’ve told him. He remembers Jonathan’s words to you before everything collapsed.

Sensing his anger, you squeeze Steve’s arm. Not here, you beg him. Not now.

Exhaling slowly, Steve offers you his hand. You take it, allowing him to walk you back to his car as the others leave.

–

The donation center is packed. There are so many people inside, sitting on makeshift cots and pinning missing posters of their loved ones to a bulletin board. Nurses tend to the injured. Mothers cradle their children. The sight makes you ache. All these people, displaced by what they believe to be an earthquake.

You set the boxes down at the main dropoff table, and though the kind employee praises you for how organized the boxes are, you can’t help feeling that you should be doing more.

In the hundreds of injured and grieving people you’ve seen, you’ve only noticed a handful of workers.

“Is there any way we can help?” You ask the woman, looking around with a frown.

“Truly anything.” Robin says. “We just… we want to help.”

The woman seems surprised, and you wonder how rare it is for kindness to still be in a town that has known nothing but turmoil these last few years.

You and Steve get placed sorting clothing while Robin is assigned to the food station. Dustin passes out cups of water for everyone. It isn’t much, but the work is meaningful and it eases the tension in your chest.

“So…” Steve folds a t-shirt. “Can I ask about Jonathan yet?”

Picking up tattered jeans, you place them in the trash pile. “Might as well.”

“How do we feel about his sudden arrival? I mean, the giant pizza statue on the van was a little dramatic for me.”

He’s trying to keep the conversation light, which you appreciate him for, but you also know that Steve is doing this because he’s worried about you. And, you know, he’s unnerved seeing Jonathan. There’s still a lot left unsaid between you.

“It’s… a lot.” You admit, struggling to find the right words to convey how you feel. “I’m relieved he’s okay, and I really am happy to see him again, but I… I understand, you know. If you’re upset.”

Steve scrunches his face. “I’m not upset, just… I don’t know. Annoyed with the guy.”

“So you’re upset.”

“Okay, no–”

“Is that Vickie with Robin?” You unintentionally cut Steve off, too surprised by the fact that mere feet away from you is Robin and Vickie making sandwiches together. And they’re laughing. “Are they talking together?”

Steve whips his head around, disbelieving, but lets out a low whistle when he sees Robin making easy conversation with Vickie. “Well I’ll be damned. Who knew our girl had it in her?”

The Jonathan talk lays forgotten as you and Steve admire your friend. You share a secret smile, remembering your own first awkward, bantering conversations together. There is so much pain in this town, and yet you watch as love still blossoms within it.

Across the room, you see Dustin talking to an older man. They’re deep in discussion and you notice your brother’s shaking shoulders. He’s crying. The older man is, too. You narrow your eyes, unsure if you should approach, but when Dustin hands the man Eddie’s old guitar pick, you realize who it is.

“I’ll be back.” You kiss Steve’s cheek, excusing yourself.

He tries to ask where you’re going, but you’re already gone. Your brother needs you right now.

Walking over, you stand to the side and allow Dustin and Eddie’s uncle some privacy. While there are so many things you want to say to the man, like how kind his nephew had been, how brilliant his mind was and how you’ll never forget the smile that never left his face, this is for Dustin and Dustin only.

Eddie was his dearest friend. There is no greater loss than that.

Whatever Mr. Munson tells Dustin will be good for him; it will be the closure you can’t give him yourself.

An arm wraps around you. You lean into the touch, knowing who it is without even having to look. You rest your head on Steve’s shoulder, exhausted, but content with the warmth he offers you. The two of you keep an eye on Dustin, ready to catch him in case he falls.

Eventually Mr. Munson leaves, and you take his place next to Dustin. The second you sit down, the boy cries into your shoulder. Tears soak your shirt and your brother’s frail body shakes. “I-I had to tell him that Eddie died a hero.”

“I know,” your head falls against his.

“They’ll never know what he did for this town.” Sobs wrack Dustin’s body. “It isn’t-it isn’t fair.”

You rub his back, brush his hair out of his face. “None of it is fair, Dust.”

He cries even harder and you try to shield him from the world with your body. You try to block out the grief, the bitterness that follows death. How empty it can leave you. An emptiness that can swallow a person whole.

You won’t let it happen to Dustin.

“We’re gonna get through this together, alright? You and me, just like it’s always been. I promise–” Your words catch in your throat, tears forming in your own eyes. There’s so much you want to promise your brother, to swear that will come true, but you’re just as hurt and lost as he is.

“I promise,” you make the words come out. “That everything will be okay. We’ll-we’ll be together, heal and do whatever we can to make everything okay. I-I’ll never leave you, you hear me? I won’t leave you again.”

Though Dustin still cries, his breathing slows.

“Together. We’ll face this together.” As you talk, you notice a crowd of people swarming by the windows. They’re looking at something, staring and gasping. Your voice grows weak, anxious that something bad is about to happen. “It’ll… it’ll all work out.”

Dustin notices the crowd, too. He looks to you for answers, but you’re silent. You don’t know what’s happening. There’s a murmur in the crowd, hushed, urgent. It sets your skin on edge. Even more people get up now, some are even running outside, and every nerve in your body is screaming at you to run.

Suddenly the room darkens, as if a giant cloud has covered the sky. Your stomach twists, and you get up, following after the crowd. Bodies shove each other, people blindly walk through the haze of whispers and uncertainty.

When you step outside, all you see is ash.

The ash falls like snowflakes, beautiful and pure. There’s a softness to it, something delicate in the ruin it leaves. Dustin knocks against you, staring up into the sky with the same dread that you feel. The crowd is murmuring with glee, whispering excitedly about what they believe to be snow; but they’re wrong.

You’ve always won in the end.

You’ve come to believe this to be a fact. You once told Steve that you believed you used up all your luck. Saving Will, closing the gate over and over again. The penance was the deaths from this summer for the greedy way you abused luck.

Steve had reminded you that there was still good leftover in the bad. That there will always be softness in the destruction, a reason for hope. That you will always find a way out, that luck and love were two sides of the same coin.

You’ve always won in the end.

Yet, lost in the swarm of people, you watch as the sky begins to fall and Hawkins descends into the Upside Down.

You no longer believe it.

[END OF SEASON FOUR]

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vigilante24ish · 1 month ago

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🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1282

Finale I - part 1/3 (Agatha X Reader ending):

Rio never intended to harm you that way. Even attacking Agatha was more of a bluff. Use the dagger to make her drop her guard, perhaps try to scare her or draw just the tiniest bit of blood.

And then you interfered... and she didn't have the time to pull back.

She tried to redirect the attack, and in the end; she did not harm you... not lethally, at least.

The blade pierced your clothes and your skin, leaving a nasty wound above your chest; blood quick to escape the new wound.

Your eyes were wide at the sharp pain that came from the wound, one hand instinctively going to where you were injured; feeling the warm blood that was staining your fingers.

Rio was as shocked as you, but before she or Agatha could do anything, Billy did.

He had been recovering in the green house, fighting his new superficial bruises and wounds while watching the battle going. He wanted to interfere, to try and help some more, but he hesitated; seeing you and Agatha already struggling, and you were far above his level.

And then.. when Agatha was about to get reaped, you jumped in front of the sharp blade before he could use his powers in any way.

Seeing you wounded, faintly seeing the red blood on the blade and on your white clothing... he lost it.

In a moment of sudden anger, he unleashed his powers on Rio. The attack caught her off guard and threw her back, away from you.

He rushed towards you as you bent a single knee, adrenaline, and years of hardships, the only thing keeping you standing and focused.

Agatha was already by your side, looking at you with worry and fear. An expression that reminded you a lot of the night Billy almost died back then during the second trial of the road.

However, this time, it was you who was wounded but not as deep as Billy was. Of course, that was not much of a comfort; considering your foolish heroic move to try and put yourself in front of Rio's blade.

"I'm okay," you reassured her as your white magic slowly started work, fighting to heal your wound.

It was tricky, even for you, because Rio's blade was unique; capable of reaping souls out of bodies and even cutting through the road as if it was nothing.

Rio managed to get up, and whatever shock you had from the initial attack had passed. A new opportunity had been presented, and she was not going to let it get away.

"This will never end. You all know it," She said and pocketed her knife. "So will let you choose, which one of you is coming with me"

You exchanged a look with the others, unsure about this dilemma.

How could you just point a finger at someone else and sacrifice them just like that? Especially after the battle you have just been through.

Ypu were about to volunteer when, to your surprise, Agatha did.

"Take me," she said, but before you could argue, Billy did.

"No , it has to be me," he argued, mastering all the courage he could find within him. "Take me," he bravely took two steps forward.

At that moment, one would expect Agatha to argue with him, but she didn't. Much to Billy's surprise and slightly to yours.

"Yes, take me him, like we agreed."

She did feel some sort of guilt for letting Billy die, her heart heavy because that damn boy often reminded her of Nickolas.

But, at that moment, no victory was in sight. You were injured, and she was not going to let you waste your life or die for her and Billy.

She finally got you back, and it looked like you were going to stay this time. Agatha was not going to lose you so easily, not when she finally might have a chance with you.

She offered her hand, wishing to help you get up, but you sapped her hand away.

You were clearly feeling betrayed by her words and her final decision, though you should have been used to it by now. Yet, a part of you deep down was truly rooting for her... for the light she still had in her heart.

Agatha looked at you defeated and took a step back, realizing you were not going to forgive her so easily.

She refused to leave you back, though.

"Come along, sugar," she said, expecting you would obediently listen to her. "You heard him. He volunteered himself to save both of us."

You managed to get up, the bleeding having stopped, but the wound remained open. Your hand was sticky with your blood, but it was the last of your concerns at the moment.

You looked at Billy, and you could see the fear behind his dark eyes. He did not want to die, but he also didn't want you or Agatha to die. Though with the latter's reveal, he was starting to rethink for whom he was volunteering.

Yes,he did volunteer himself, but he had already faced death once, and he was a mere boy; back then in the Hex. He wasn't sure if he was gonna be able to pass through it again, especially after spending so long fighting for answers... after actually managing to give Tommy a body.

You couldn't bear to look at him.

No, he had a full life ahead of him, and he had already started tough in the beginning. You were not there to somehow help Nicky when he passed, but you were present now, and you were going to make your stand.

"Take me," you repeated as you locked your gaze with Rio's and no one else's. "I don't care about your rules. You wanna take a soul with you. Then take mine and let Agatha and Billy go."

You could clearly see that Rio was hesitating, for there were rules at place that even she could not break. Rules that she could not bend like she did for Nicky.

Rules she had explained to you not so long ago when pieces of your past and hers started to go into place.

But if you volunteer yourself, so openly; she could try to make an exception under the right circumstances.

Plus, Rio had started to enjoy having you around, and she did want you around. Like she did want Agatha, which was why she had not argued with the deal.

After all, Billy was the one she was after from the beginning.

Agatha was just looking to be tormented for the words she told Rio at the Road, showing how ungrateful she was despite the rules Rio bent for her and their son.

You didn't like her hesitation and in a moment of spontaneous thought, you grabbed a window shard laying close by and brought it closer to your neck; sharp edge threatening to rip your skin with one clean cut. "If you hesitate to take me, I will make it easy for you, but i'm not letting you take Billy or Agatha."

Your words and the sharp item by your neck, surprising your three companions, some might even consider you a madwoman, but you were tired of losing people. And you were tired of standing to the sidelines while everyone else did the work.

You were tired of being scared of your powers and regretting all the life choices you had made due to fear.

This time, you were making a choice, and you were certain about it.

This time, you would protect your loved ones.

[A/N] - This is part 1/3 for the First Finale (Agatha X Reader ending). Tomorrow, I will publish the next part.

Part 2 now out!

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missmielyhoran · 1 year ago

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Oreos and Pickles

in which you spent 2 years with Harry and a grocery store trip makes you realize it was all secondary...

[Warning- Just angst, fluff if you like close your eyes ig, pregnancy cravings, complicated feelings and a very awful grocery store trip]

A/N- Don't even ask me where these sad things even come from

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"Why do they have Oreos so far back?!" You whined as you walked down the lines and lines of grocery racks. Harry laughed beside you and slid one of his arms around your waist while other held onto the trolley.

"Why don't you stay here and choose which pickle you want, and I will be back with your oreos, okay?" Harry said, and you nodded quickly, ready to go home as quickly as you could. Harry gave you a kiss on the forehead and walked forward while you chose from the plathora of pickles.

This pregnancy has made you weird. You used to be one of those people who would make faces while seeing pregnant people eat weird things like cucumber and ice cream and now you're one of those people and your weird craving of the month has been oreos and pickles.

You sighed and took out two jars of lemon pickles and decided to just walk towards your boyfriend since he was taking ages to get a packet of oreos.

As Harry came into your view, so did someone else.

"So how have you been?" You heard them ask to your boyfriend who was picking on loose threads of his sweater, which was one of his nervous ticks.

You quickly moved towards him, thinking he might need comforting. Harry wasn't very talkative person even ordering his coffee gave him so much anxiety that he brought an overpriced coffee machine. So, you didn't think much of it.

"Hey babe, you found oreos?" you asked as you came to stand beside him. The person's eyes went from him to you, and it's then you realized that they both were wearing the same shocked nervous expression.

"Yeah- um here" He took the jars from your hands and put them in the trolley with oreos.

"Who's this?" You whisper asked, not wanting to be rude if this was someone you already knew. It was hard for you to remember people, especially their names. That's why you and Harry fit so perfectly, he would remember people for you while you talked wherever he couldn't.

A perfect team as he called it.

"Hi I'm Allison" She put forward her hand to shake and you took it shaking it happily.

"She" He cleared his throat, "She's my ex wife" He said the last part almost in whisper. You eyes widened but you quickly got your shit together.

"Oh it's so nice to meet you, I'm Y/N" You introduced yourself. Harry never talked about his ex wife, you knew he was divorced and very much depressed considering you two met at the same therapist office when the receptionist accidentally appointed both of you at the same time.

Anytime you would ask, a certain sadness would cloud over his eyes, and his face would morph into a frown, so you stopped asking. If he wanted, he would tell you at his own pace.

The two of them kept staring at each other, not saying a word, and you felt a bit uncomfortable. It might have been your pregnancy hormones you didn't know, but an unknown deep pit sat in your heart.

"I will get some more things over there" You said quickly walking over to the other side still in earshot before Harry could say anything.

You winced as your sore feet ached more from walking.

You just wanted to go home.

"How have things been?" Allison asked but your back was turned so you couldn't see Harry's reaction.

"Good ya really good" He replied and you felt a relief. Why? You didn't know. You trusted Harry he would never break your trust.

"That's good to hear Harry" She replied and from her tone you guessed she was smiling maybe not really but a smile indeed.

"What about you? When did you move here?" He asked and that's when you turned not fully but enough you could look at him sideways.

They were still in their own bubble, eyes locked but neither of them were in present you saw the longing in them, maybe in both of them but you could only speak of Harry's.

You had never felt so out of place near your own boyfriend. For a second, it felt like you didn't belong here like you had separated two lovers, but you did neither of those things. You weren't some other woman who stole someone else's man, but why did it feel like you were?

"I'm just here for a work meeting. It went well so" You heard her speak signaling to the wine in her trolley.

"That's great. Congratulations" Harry said, you picked out more things from the racks you didn't need but you would rather walk home than go in between that awkward conversation.

But you had to cause now your hands were full. You sighed and started walking back, Harry gave you the gentle smile he always give when you wince while the woman's eyes followed your every move.

You stood beside Harry again and saw her eyes flick down to your grocery trolley when Harry put down the stuff you brought over.

"Pickles and Oreos? You hate both of those things" she said with a small chuckle.

"It's for her not me" Harry just gave her a small smile while you shifted your weight on your feet.

You wanted to go home.

It might have been your dramatic brain but you saw the moment realization hit her. When her brain put the two and two together, her eyes flicked towards you and then towards Harry.

"Oh, Congratulations!" She said with choked words but you knew she was forcing it. You gave her a smile and looked at Harry who opened his mouth and then closed it as if he was about to speak.

Like he had an explanation. An excuse.

"I will go to counter for billing" You said a little bit snappy which you didn't mean but he hurt. The pregnancy wasn't planned but what was he about to say? Why he looked like he wanted to explain it to her?

Harry hesitate a bit, you saw it how his legs froze for a second and now they looked like they both wanted to stay there but you didn't.

You had no hard feelings towards her, but you did feel it was wrong. Like this whole meeting of the grocery store was wrong, a glitch in matrix that wasn't supposed to happen.

But no matter what was wrong and what was right, you knew one thing loud and clear.

Harry will never love you like he loved her.

*****

Harry's Pov

it was in my drafts, so I posted it cause I haven't posted in very long.

I've almost settled in my room, but still, it's new, and I have so many classes. I hope you guys understand that I can't update very much. I will update the stages of grief, and I'm so so sorry it's delaying sm.

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year ago

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hello :3 i was wondering if i could request a lil fic with either daryl dixon or thomas hewitt about a hyper-feminine, juicy couture and lip gloss wearing, victoria secret perfume having, reader? maybe where the family is judgemental over the reader for their looks, but one of the boys stands up for the reader? (maybe end with them showing much they like how the reader dresses ¬‿¬)

and sorry if this is incoherent my ambien kickin in lolz

a/n: omg this is such a good idea. thank you so much for the request i hope you like it! <3 also i apologise for it taking so long

also, i'm not sure how in character any of this is because it's been a while since i watched any of the tcm movies so i hope this is okay <3

pairing: thomas hewitt x fem!reader

warnings: hoyt, fluff (neither of which are directly related)

word count: 659

You were wearing a yellow sundress you'd found a while back, glittery lip gloss coating your lips. You felt pretty, until you'd walked down the stairs to find Hoyt in the armchair, a snide look on his face as he looked you up and down.

"The fuck are you all dressed up for?" He scoffed, picking at the already broken leather of the chair, a bone chewed between his teeth.

You shrugged. "Nothin' wrong with wantin' to look nice from time to time."

You'd been with the Hewitts for a long time, ever since Thomas had taken a liking to you years ago. You were used to putting up with Hoyt's shit by now, choosing to simply shrug off his mocking comments and wildly inappropriate humour. He was an asshole, you knew that.

You were just here for Thomas.

Hoyt laughed, waving a hand at you. "You know there ain't nobody gonna fuck you just 'cuz you're all dressed up in some fancy fuckin' frock."

You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at him. Again, he was an asshole. And as much as you wanted to put a knife through the bastard's eye socket, he was still family.

"You think Tommy's gonna fuck you? Is that it?" He carried on, sitting forward in the chair now. "Hey, Tommy! Come on in here, boy!"

It was silent for a moment, and then you heard heavy footsteps thudding against wood, Thomas walking in from the kitchen.

Hoyt smirked, pointing a finger in your direction. "Look at your little lady friend over there. Ain't she pretty? Huh, boy?"

Thomas stayed silent, watching you from across the room.

"So?" Hoyt carried on, turning to look at Thomas. "You wanna fuck this bitch?"

You were about to say something, cuss him out, except Thomas moved first, crossing the room in seconds, forcefully pushing a large palm into Hoyt's chest. The chair rocked backwards when Hoyt's back hit the leather, Thomas towering over him, silently threatening.

You didn't know what to do as you stood there, your dress still floating around your ankles, hair standing up on your arms.

You half expected Hoyt to fight back, scold him in angry retaliation, but when Thomas withdrew his hand, Hoyt remained where he was, glaring up at Thomas.

And Thomas didn't say anything as he turned and walked towards you, roughly gripping your hand in his and leading you down to his room.

You remained silent as he stood with his back to you a moment, his shoulders gently rising and falling from taking steady breaths.

He'd stood up for you, fought back against his family in your defense. It made you giddy just thinking about it. You took a few steps towards him, cautiously brushing your fingers down his back.

He tensed under your touch, and when he turned around, you could see the reserved look behind his eyes, like he was unsure of what to do next. So you stood there, completely still, allowing Thomas to do as he pleased in his own time.

You inhaled a shaky breath when he reached a hand out towards you, dragging his fingers up your body, stopping when he reached the curve of your breast, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he took you in.

"Thomas," you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as he moved his hand up to your collarbone, fingers curling around the back of your neck, tugging you closer.

He trailed up to touch your face, stroking his palm along your cheek, all the while you remained completely still, letting him do what he wanted.

No words would ever pass his lips, but as he touched you like this, you knew. You knew that he was admiring you, revelling in your body being this close, taking in the feel of your warm skin beneath his hands.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you spoke quietly, a smile pulling at your lips. "Thank you."

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 11 months ago

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*TW*

Hello!!! I absolutely love platonic yanderes with teenage reader so can I ask for a fic where the teen!reader is basically a traumatized being. They have experienced hell throughout their life from mental abuse to physical abuse. Like I mean, they have gotten in many dangerous situations which ended up with police involved (kidnapped, assaulted, murder attempt). Ofc the reader never really did anything wrong, they were just an innocent child till everything went downhill. They don't have any family members left leading them to stay at an orphanage. Anddd you could say the orphanage people aren't the nicest. And their mental health has become so fucked up that they had attempted suicide.

You don't have to do this if ur uncomfortable ofc. Sorry about how triggering the request might be

On the roof

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Cast x GN! Teen! Traumatized! Reader

Description: You are on the rooftop in the middle of the night.

Trigger warning: Suicide attempt. Abuse. Child abuse. Kidnapping. Assault. Attempted murder.

List of Suicide hotline numbers can be found here and here.

Warning: One swear word. English is my second language.

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You silently opened the door, that leads to the roof of an orphanage. With your phone in hand, you take a few steps forward.

The door closed behind you.

You just stand here. You were silent.

You were here. You wanted to end this.

You sighed and looked around.

Should you just... Go to the edge and jump? It's not like someone would care about you.

You didn't bother with the last note.

No one would care about the reason.

You will simply become a name in documents.

You just wanted to be heard.

You mindlessly looked at your phone.

Should you take it with you?

Or left it here, so someone else would use it?

Your gaze stopped at the "BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan" icon. Will the new owner delete it? Or will continue your progress?

You tapped on the icon. You didn't leave a note.

Yet, you "talked" to BSD Characters so often, that it seems right, to let them hear your last words.

Your reasons.

You opened the Main Menu and choose 'Meeting Hall' option.

The picture of ADA Office appeared. And Chibis of all BSD Characters appeared.

This new option was cute. You liked petting chibis.

All chibis 'looked' at you.

And you finally spoke.

"Mom was strange..."

________

Your mom was strange.

She smelled funny. Like water everyone told you not to drink.

Sometimes, she stared at you. Stared for a long time.

And there were rules.

1. Don't cry.

2. Don't annoy mom.

3. You eat last.

4. If you stayed past curfew, you will sleep outside.

5. Don't tell anyone about your home life.

At least, she let you play outside as much as you want. Mom liked, when you were away from home.

*******

You were five, when you got kidnapped.

That night, you wake up to get some water.

Mom saw you.

In her eyes, you broke a rule.

You were sleeping outside.

One moment you were trying to get comfortable under the porch.

Next moment a man in a mask was dragging you in a van.

Three days.

You were in a dark, scary place for three days.

On a third day you heard two men talking.

"What do you mean, that mother didn't realize, that kid were missing?!"

_____

"Still... Mom paid the ransom. Kidnappers left me. It takes three more days for police to find me..."

____

You were standing near a police officer. And your mom finally arrived to the police station to collect you.

You walked to her, your head was low.

She hit you.

You screamed.

You collapsed on the floor, and your mother bent over you. She hissed and pushed you in the side with her feet.

"Are you satisfied, brat? Get up and go pack your belongings, we’re moving to a shed."

"You should treat your kid more kindly..." the officer grumbled. Your mother squealed.

"Kindly?! This brat had ruined my whole life!” Your mom was mad. She screamed like a fury, jumped in place and gave cowering you blow after blow. You didn’t try to dodge. You just trembled, curled up into a ball.

"Hubby ran away as soon as he gets it inside me! But dear relatives didn’t let me throw it away. They didn’t let me give it to an orphanage! They said that I need to raise this child! They stood up for a little bastard! But now, when I need to pay debt, they are nowhere to be found! They say I play cards too much! I'm just unlucky! Things are not going my way! The house is mortgaged! I poured all my savings into the last card game and won! I would pay off all my debts! And because of this thing, I now have to live in a shed! What will I tell my family now?! What will others say about me?!"

Officer heard enough.

The CPS were called.

_______

"... They were trying to find my father... Until then, grandmother and grandfather agreed to took me in..."

_______

You were six.

Your grandfather sat on the opposite side of the table.

Your textbook and notebook were laying on the table before you.

And your grandfather was talking.

"I finished checking your homework. As I expected, you are a little idiot. A stupid, worthless waste of space. You have made few stupid mistakes. You wrote numbers in a wrong order.

Grandfather opened your notebook. A red paste was covering the page.

2 + 1 = 3 1 + 2 = 3

3 + 1 = 4. 1 + 3 = 4

"So..." Grandfather take a ruler.

"Give me your hand. It will be ten hits for every wrong number."

________

"...it took two year to find my father. He had a family. And I... I was a child from affair. They never let me live it down... For years"

_______

You were nine.

The blow, when it came, took all of your air out of your lungs. You would have fallen if not for your two... "siblings" holding you.

"It feels good, giving a good beating to a dirtbag, right?"

The next hit was in your left eye. You managed to close it in time.

But it will be swollen.

You felt hot breath on your face.

"Your hair is too good for a bastard child."

Your sister brought the scissors up to your hair.

Snip, snip, snip. Cutting right alongside the scalp, sending your hair like leaves swirling to the ground.

Then scissors were plunged into your stomach.

"Die, child of a dirty whore."

______

"...Police was called. They were arrested. But I remained with father and his wife..."

_____

You were twelve.

You were going food shopping. Big bags were heavy, you were tried.

You still need to clean up the house and make dinner.

When you were attacked, because someone tied to rob you, you didn't even care.

You only knew, that, you will be beaten again for being late. And for losing food.

You were long past gone. There were no point in carrying about yourself.

~~~~~~

You were thirteen.

Your father, his wife and you were going to the funeral.

Your father's uncle died.

Now he only has his wife and kids. And you.

He noticed your gaze in a reflection.

He yelled at you for staring.

And he crashed.

You spent three hours in a broken car.

You were the only survivor.

_______

"... I was sent to an orphanage. I am too old to have any chance to be adopted. And I wasn't the only one, who had no chance to have a family..."

______

You tasted dirt and blood. An old rug was thrown over your head, to make it harder for you to fight back.

Someone pressed a knee on the back of your neck and held your face against the ground.

A kick in the side made you roll on your back.

Another person began to push down on your neck with an arm.

You began to struggle, thrashing about with your legs and beating them against the floor, but it was no good.

There were other kids around—at least a dozen of them. One of them would do something. One of them was sure to see that things were taking too far. Your vision began to go fuzzy.

Caretakers saved you only because the noise didn't let them watch TV.

________

"I couldn't take it anymore. I... thank you... Thank you for making me happy... For being the only happy thing in my life."

You finished talking and put your phone on the ground. You stand up and walked towards the edge.

You heard a loud noise. You turned around.

BSD Characters were standing behind you. Real.

And you were still standing near the edge. You were silent. Nikolai lift his overcoat and put his hand into the portal.

His head reappeared near you. You jumped away. Now you were even closer to the edge.

"No... I... I don't want to... Don't come closer..." whispered you. You took another step. You were almost here.

"[Y/N], if you go back, I will give you a hug!"

You froze and turned around.

Kenji Miyazawa made a step forward. He opened his arms, offering a hug.

"I promise, I will give you a hug. Come here... You really need a hug."

You trembled. You moved towards Kenji.

Step. After step. After step.

Kenji was standing here. Offering a hug.

You launched yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Kenji. He immediately hugged you back.

You cried. For the first time in years.

In a few minutes, you were in a middle of a large group hug.

________

You are fifteen.

You are living with your family.

You still have a long path to recovery.

And you are not alone.

BSD Cast will stay with you.

And will make sure, that you will never be hurt again.

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smileyallthetime77 · 4 months ago

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What do you think about a Reader who is an alien, who looks like a human except they are stronger and have more stamina than humans, but nothing else? It's up to you whether you choose Batfam or Superfam

Reader's spaceship was on its way back to its home planet but was unfortunately damaged by a solar storm while passing by Earth. They were forced to make an emergency landing. Reader's appearance is quite childish. Next to Reader is a robot that can turn invisible and fight, as well as transform into a motorbike to help them travel on any terrain, even in the air. They are a programmer, hacker and gamer.

Possibly Yandere!Batfam x Fem!Alien!Reader

Words: 3,558

Characters: 19,347

Warnings: Death, Cuts, and a bit of kidnapping.

The clicking sound of buttons disrupted you from your thoughts. You turned your head back to see why it was doing that. Core was staring at the ceiling messing around with them. Core was your robot. It wasn’t real so you didn’t feel the need to give its name much thought.

The only reason you had come to earth was for some stupid school project. The teacher instructed you to retrieve an object, figure out its use, and when you arrived back, explain to your peers what it was used for.

When you first arrived on earth your object was called a “key”. With your very short trip, you had figured out it was used to unlock things. Doors, cars, etc. What you didn’t know was that taking keys from someone’s house was not ‘okay’. You had barely made it back to your ship with men in blue uniforms chasing after you.

Once back on your ship and ready to return home you had noticed little specks flying towards your ship.

Your ship’s proximity alarm began to blare as the specks neared your ship.

The specks made dents in your ship and you knew you couldn’t move around them.

It was time to make a choice: stay and wait to see what the specks were or get moving. You chose the latter option and took your ship into hyper-speed, but the specks kept up with you.

As much as you hated Earth, it wasn’t worth your life to risk being killed in space.

You prepared for an emergency landing on an abandoned piece of land. Your ship came crashing down through the forest and rolled to a stop. Once the smoke cleared up, you could see everything in the area was dark except for the small fires caused by your ship’s crash.

The last little blip you heard from the navigator on your ship was, “Landed. Gotham, New Jersey, United States of America”.

You grabbed the key and any of your belongings and climbed out of your ship. Your ship might not have been fully damaged but it was enough for the engines to shut down.

You crawled out of the ship trying your best not to place any weight on any glass. You managed to avoid a few pieces but you still had some cuts and bruises on your arm and legs.

You got off the ship and stood up trying to assess your surroundings in the darkness. The only thing you could see was the small fires from where your ship crashed.

You saw Core standing out of the ship.

He was standing up not too far, and surprisingly still in perfect condition. He started to scan the area. He then turned his head from side to side before finally making eye contact with you.

“Core, come on”.

Core slowly took steps towards you, but stopped halfway. He turned his head again to scan the area once more.

He seemed to be looking at something, but from where you were standing, you couldn’t see a thing.

“Core, I said let’s go”.

He turned to look at you and then back into the trees, but remained in the same spot. It was like he was waiting for something or for something to happen.

“Core-“.

He was still staring out in the trees and you were growing impatient. You took a step forward but stopped when you heard a rustle in the trees.

A wolf knocked Core down, but it immediately fought back against the beast. They scrapped around and you could hear the sounds of crashing through the forest and Core’s robotic grunts.

Core managed to scare the wolf away, but it remained slumped against a tree smoking and sparking. It looked to be on the verge of breaking down completely. The lights in its eyes dimmed as he lay motionless on the ground.

Your robot was down for good. All that was left was the sound of the crackling fire.

You knew you couldn’t restore him. You departed from the ship and the remains of Core.

You left your ship behind and began walking in a random direction hoping you’d eventually find some civilization.

You walked quietly, hoping not to attract the attention of more wildlife. The silence was deafening while the darkness surrounded you.

You kept walking until you began to hear a sound in the distance. It was a soft humming noise at first and then it soon grew louder.

It sounded like an engine, which meant people. You picked up the pace, rushing closer to the sound hoping it was someone who could help.

The further you walked ahead, the more noise you heard. The humming noise didn’t stop, but you were hearing faint voices as well.

You quickly rushed over to where the sound was coming from and found cars going by.

You had reached the end of the woods and entered into a road. You could see what looked like bright lights coming from the distance. The trees of the forest blocked the view but you could see multiple cars driving past.

You quickly sprinted to the road. After looking both ways you quickly sprinted across the street. There, were humongous buildings.

You reached the other side of the road and could now see just how big the buildings were. These types of buildings weren't as common on your planet. All of them lit up with bright lights, and there were more people there than you expected to see.

Your presence did seem to catch some people's attention as you got a few weird looks from strangers. Some people stopped and stared while others just continued to walk past, minding their own business.

Eventually, you stopped one of them.

You stopped a man who was passing by. He had been on his phone before you stopped him, but his eyes were now on you.

“Do you know where I can find medical stuff?”.

The man was confused by the question but took a moment to think before answering, “Uh, you can find some around the next block. There's a pharmacy down the street.”

“Thank you”, you said before quickly walking off to the ‘Pharmacy’.

The man continued on his way while you started walking towards the pharmacy. It didn't take long to reach your destination as you could see the sign from afar.

It was a small building compared to others around it, but there were still quite a few people entering and exiting the place.

As you got closer to the building, you saw a man walk out carrying two bags full of stuff.

You walked into the building and went up to a desk where an old woman was working.

The old woman looked up from her computer and greeted you, “Hello, how can I help you?”

“Where can I get some bandages?”

The woman pointed towards an aisle, “You can find some bandages right down that aisle there.”

“Thank you”, you said trotting over.

You went down the aisle and picked up a large roll of bandages, a box of gauze, antibiotic ointment, scissors, and a few other first aid supplies.

You shoved them all in your hand and then walked out of the store.

No one seemed to notice that you were stealing things, even the old woman at the front desk who helped you didn’t notice. You managed to leave the store without paying.

You walked out of the ‘Pharmacy’ without getting caught and looked around at the people passing by on the street. It seems like you were blending in quite well, so you continued to stand near the building trying to figure out what to do next.

You sat down on the ground and began organizing everything you took from the pharmacy. There was a large pack of bandages, a roll of gauze, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, scissors, and antibiotic ointment.

Suddenly a loud thud came from beside you. You jolted and looked up to see a figure in all black standing less than a meter away from you. It looked like a man, all dressed in black armor and a cape.

You began to rap your arm, “Can I help you?”

The man stared down at you, with a cold look before finally replying, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

The man tilted his head as if he was analyzing your movements. Then, he spoke again, “Stealing.”

You had heard that word before. When you got the keys from that house! “Well, it’s not like I can bleed out. It’s for a good cause”.

The man raised an eyebrow, “What good cause is there for stealing medical supplies?”

“Not dying”.

The man didn’t respond. He just stood there with a neutral expression on his face like he was deep in thought processing what you just told him.

He looked you up and down before eventually speaking again, “Why are you so banged up? Did you get into a fight?”

“No”.

The man gave you a skeptical look, “If you didn’t get into a fight, how did you get all those cuts and bruises?”

“I fell”.

“And where exactly did you fall from?” The man questioned, his eyes still analyzing your every movement.

“A tree”.

The man’s expression changed like he was now confused, “A tree?”

“Yeah”.

The man still seemed unconvinced and took another look at you, “Why were you climbing a tree to begin with?”

“I was helping a cat”.

The man narrowed his eyes like he didn’t believe you. He didn’t seem like an untrustworthy kind of person, but you could tell that he was suspicious of you.

He took another glance over you, observing your appearance before asking, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n”.

The man was now taking a look at the things you laid on the ground, “So Y/n, you need bandages for all those cuts?”

“Yeah”.

He knelt beside you but still kept a distance between you two. He examined the scratches on your arms, “The cuts don’t look too bad, but they are pretty deep. Have you had them treated yet?”

“I’m trying to”.

“You don’t have someone else to help you?” The man inquired, still studying the scratches on your arms.

“No”.

The man’s expression didn’t change, but he had a look of slight concern. He then let out a sigh, “Here, let me help you.”

The man shuffled closer to you and began unraveling the roll of gauze, “Hand me your arm, and keep it still.”

You slowly extended your arm to the man, keeping it as steady as possible. The man started to wrap the gauze around your arm, careful not to apply too much pressure.

“Is it too tight?” The man asked, continuing to slowly wrap the gauze around your arm.

“No”.

“Good”, he replied as he finished wrapping the bandage around your arm before securing it in place. He then reached for the pack of bandages and started to tear one open, “Give me your other arm.”

You lifted your other arm and held it out to him. The man slowly wrapped another bandage around your other arm, his hands moving quickly and precisely like a professional who had done this many times before.

“There, that’s done”, he said as he secured the bandage in place. He then took a look at your legs, “You have any cuts on your legs?”

“A few”, you said rolling up your pant leg.

The man glanced down at your legs where the cuts were. He grabbed another roll of bandages and said, “Lift your leg for me.”

You lifted your leg and held it in place. The man began to tightly wrap the bandage around your leg, making sure it wasn’t too tight but tight enough to stop the bleeding.

He secured the bandage and then said, “Can you lift your other leg?”

You lifted your other leg so that he could wrap it with another bandage. The man followed the same procedure as the last time to make sure the bandage was secure but not too tight.

“Alright, all finished”, he said as he secured the last bandage on your leg. He leaned back and examined his work before looking at you, “That should do it.”

He studied your face for a moment, “You sure you didn’t get into a fight? You’ve got a pretty nasty cut on your cheek.”

“The ground's fault”, you shrugged.

The man’s expression showed that he was slightly amused by your answer, “Looks like the ground hates you then. It left quite the cut.”

“Why don’t you come back with me? I have some food and I can locate your family after”, he suggested.

You sat quietly for a moment, contemplating his offer. You hadn’t planned on staying anywhere, but you could use some food. You were hungry.

“Why not?”, you said standing up.

The man stood up as well and took a good look at you. He then nodded and started walking away from your spot. He stopped and looked over his shoulder gesturing for you to follow him.

“Come on then.”

You followed him as he led you out of the alley. There were still a few people walking by and it was getting darker as the sun started to set. They all gave the two of you confused looks.

Eventually, you both reached a car.

The man approached the passenger door and opened it for you, “Get in.”

You obeyed his order and climbed into the passenger seat. The man closed the door walked around to the other side of the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.

He started the car and began driving away from the area you were in before. The ride was mostly silent, you could tell he wanted to ask a question but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

The man parked the car in front of a gigantic house and turned off the engine. He quickly got out of the car and then came over to the passenger side and opened your door, “Here we are”.

You were in awe when you saw the house and the size of it. You also notice that no other houses were near this one, it was the only one that stood in the area.

The man shut the car door and started leading you towards the house. Upon reaching the door, the man pulled out a key and unlocked it. He pushed open the door, holding it open for you to enter.

The inside of the house was just as big as the outside. It was well-furnished with expensive-looking furniture and decorations. The man closed the door behind you.

A butler met you at the door. He had a pair of white clothes in his hand and handed them to you.

The butler was a well-dressed middle-aged man with a professional aura about him. He didn’t seem fazed by your appearance even though you looked a mess. The butler spoke with a serious tone as he extended the clothes towards you, “Please put these on.”

“Where can I change?”, you questioned him.

The butler gestured towards a door down a hallway, “You can change in the bathroom just down that hall.”

You took the clothes from the butler and made your way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, you change out of your old dirty clothes into new ones. It was quite nice, the clothes were soft and comfortable.

You looked down at the clothes and noticed how simple it was. Just a plain white shirt and pants. No colors or designs at all. It may not have looked interesting, but it was comfortable to wear.

You walked out of the bathroom and the man, who was now out of his cape thingy led you to a dining room where ten people were already sitting. Plus the butler in the kitchen.

You followed the man through the house and into the dining room where the others were. There were eleven people seated at the table, each one dressed nicely and looking important. There was also the butler in the kitchen, quietly observing the group.

The man guided you over to an empty seat towards the end of the table and pulled out the chair for you. You sat down and looked at the people surrounding you. All of their eyes were on you, looking at you up and down. They studied your appearance as if they were analyzing every detail about you.

One of the men sitting across from you leaned forward and spoke, his eyes still studying you, “Who exactly is our guest?”

“Y/n”, you answered.

The man raised an eyebrow and nodded his head, “I’m Dick. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He went around in a circle, “Well this is Kori, my girlfriend”, he pointed to everyone after that, “Jason, Tim, Steph, Duke, Barbara, Cass, Kate, and Damian. This is Bruce”, he said mentioning to the guy who was previously in the cape suit.

Everyone at the table looked at you with a mix of interest and curiosity, especially Damian who had a neutral expression on his face.

Bruce was sitting at the end of the table, silently observing you. He seemed to be deep in thought, almost as if he was analyzing your every move.

Kori, the girl with the red hair, eyes are a little bit.

Kori had a soft smile on her face as she glanced over at you, her eyes seemed to be studying your appearance. She didn't say anything at first, but her eyes were fixed on you as if she was trying to figure something out.

She then whispered something to Dick who whispered it to Damian. Damian kept a neutral face as he spoke to Bruce, “Kori la connaît. Elle est à peu près sûre qu'elle vient d'une planète qui a envahi les autres. Elle pense qu'il est préférable que nous la gardens dans la salle disablement” (Please don’t look up the French translation until after that story :))

Bruce's expression changed as he listened to Damian's whispers. He looked at you for a moment, studying your appearance and behavior, then turned his gaze to Kori.

"Are you sure?", He asked Kori.

Kori had nodded.

Bruce looked back at you again, his expression serious. He seemed to be deep in thought, weighing the decision in his head.

He spoke again, his tone firm, "After you finish eating, Kori is going to show you something".

The table was quiet after Bruce spoke. No one said anything, everyone was just looking at you. You could feel the tension in the air, the others at the table were anticipating your reaction.

“Okay”, you said taking a bite of the solid food on your plate.

Everyone continued to eat their food in silence. The only sounds were the clanking of silverware against plates and the soft murmurs and whispers between the group.

Some were sneaking glances at you while trying to act nonchalant, a few were paying close attention to your every move.

You continued to eat your meal, feeling the weight of their gazes on you. It made you a little uncomfortable, but you tried to ignore it and focus on your food.

After a few minutes, Kori spoke up, "I'm finished. Can I show her that thing now?"

Almost immediately, all eyes turned to Kori, and then to you. Bruce nodded his head, "Yes, you can."

Kori stood up from her seat and gestured for you to follow her. You got up and followed her out of the dining room and into a different part of the house.

As you walked, Kori looked back at you and spoke in a soft tone, "We're going down to the basement."

The basement? Your curiosity peaked as Kori led you further through the house. You wondered what could be in the basement that Kori wanted to show you.

The walk to the basement was silent, neither one of you spoke. You just heard the sound of footsteps echoing off the walls of the house. A few minutes later, you both stopped at a large door.

Kori turned around and looked at you, "We're here."

You looked at the door and wondered what could be on the other side. What was Kori so eager to show you? She placed her hand on the handle and pushed the door open, revealing what was inside.

Nothing.

It was blank. Just white, white, and more white.

You were quite surprised to find that the basement was empty. The walls, ceiling, and floor were completely white, giving the room a sterile, almost clinical look. There were no windows, just white light coming from the ceiling.

You felt a hard shove on your back, and you fell into the room with a ‘clunk’.

You had heard the unmistakable sound of the door closing and locking behind you.

“You’ll understand soon”, Kori said before you heard her steps slowly fade away.

You slowly turned your head and saw a tiny camera in the top right corner of the room. A little part of it was blinking red.

Something was watching you.

(Thank you for the request 😘)

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mssonepiece · 1 year ago

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Pirate Rubber Ducks

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Monkey D. Luffy x Reader smut

You may love everything about Luffy, but the rest of the crew certainly has their complaints about the captain.. Especially Nami. She has to beg you to make Luffy take a bath when he just doesn’t feel like doing it for a while(which happens to be weeks or even months at a time).

18+ under the cut.

Day 1

Getting Luffy to shower or bathe was pretty hard, but he’s just finished his last weekly shower of this month. Sanji had to sacrifice his usual afternoon activities with cooking an unusually large feast for when Luffy was done his shower. Of course I had to stay in the bathroom with him and guide him through the steps of cleaning himself, like every other time. But it was worth it for him to be clean after. Now I can sleep peacefully for a while without worrying about complaints from the more hygienic crew mates.

Day 7

Its been a boring week on the ship, theres been no island sightings yet, this can be a good an bad thing. When the crew is off the ship on an island we use less water, when everyones on the ship for so long the water filter slows down. Luckily Franky always gets it working again within the day. But this does lead to less showers being taken when we are traveling at sea since everyone must switch off days.

Day 10

I took a shower this morning and usually I like for Luffy to shower with me so we are both clean, but he's been running around the ship all day avoiding me since I woke up this morning and told him I was going to get ready for a shower. So I got the idea on the last island in some shop that maybe Luffy would like some toys for bath time and maybe that would make him want to bathe more. He’s never really been fond of showers, just comparing it to the rain and saying he doesn’t need to shower since he did in the rain.. Nami does not like when I relay this back to her.

So when we were on that island I went to the shop and it had the perfect bath toys, I took the time to look around carefully for items I knew Luffy would think were cool and entertaining. I found a yellow rubber duck with an eye patch to make it look like a pirate. It was perfect for him. I also found some bubbles and a few other colored ducks, one red and one blue. I haven’t shown him yet but I’ve been sure all day that Nami would come to ask me to get Luffy in the bath. I sigh in response and stand from where I was seated on the deck to look around for Luffy.

He was in the mens bunk room with Ussop and Chopper. “Hey Luffy,” Luffy turns his head at the sound of my voice behind him. “sorry to bother your guys game like usual but Luffy.. I got something for you” I would love to join their card game but hopefully they’ll still be playing when me and Luffy come back.

“What is it?” He hasn’t got up yet, still choosing to sit on the ground and look up at me. Ussop and Chopper already know that it’s time for Luffy to get clean and start to ushering Luffy to go with me. “Alright.” He says with a laugh as he finally stands up and follows behind me out of the mens bunk room. “what’s up” He hugs me from behind, I got a feeling he already knows what's up and wants to distract me.

“I got you a little friend for the bath.” I move my feet forward, half to try to get him to let go and half to just get him to move with me.

“is it you?” he laughs in my ear.

“no,” I join him but I’m not gonna let him charm his way out of this. “its not me. come see, I already got it all ready for you baby.” maybe some baby treatment will make him want to listen to me… I mean I did buy him a bunch of bath toy in order for him to take interest in getting clean. He might as well be a big baby sometimes.

“I think I’d rather take a bath with you babe.” He squeezes me a little tighter as I start to make some leeway.

"Yeah? I think you'll like this too Lu, just come." I put my arms on top his trying to pull them away. Luffy groans and slides back, keeping his hands on my hips.

"What is it?" He pulls my back against his chest and looks at me over my shoulder. I smile back at him and he returns the favor as always. "huh"

"Come." He finally lets me pull his arms and bring him to the bathroom. On the way he's sulking trying to make me change my mind but once we enter the room and he sees the bubbles and the rubber ducks floating around he's much happier.

"Are those rubber duckies?!" He shouts excitedly so I guess I've finally found a way to get him in the bath. "So cool! There's so many bubbles y/n" I can't help but laugh at his cute face getting all excited by a few bath toys and bubbles. "come on, take your clothes off.." Funny enough it's like every time Luffy acts like a cute child it's followed by acts of lust. He gives out very wholesome love I guess. So wholesome that sometimes I can't even tell when he's in the mood.

"what?"

"You heard me y/n." He's already removed his shirt and working on his shorts and boxers. I didn't really plan on joining him because I already took a shower this morning and he knows that but obviously he doesn't care. I must have been standing really still because Luffy came up to me and started pulling on my shirt after he was fully undressed. "Why aren't you moving."

"I don't know. Why don't you get in the bath?" He laughs at me but takes my hand and pulls me towards the bath, trying to get me in with my clothes still on. "WAIT! LUFFY NO!" He stops pulling and laughs so hard he has to grab onto me for support. Thank god he didn't pull me in the tub. He just slowly starts lifting my shirt from the back with a smile. "I already showered this morning. You were supposed to come with me and this would have already been done if you just listened Luffy."

"Soo?" Luffy pulls my shirt fully off now and moves to my pants. He leans into my neck and starts leaving rough kisses as he tries to pull my pants down for me. "you'll be extra clean." He bites my neck making me press my body into him then he laughs, knelling in order to remove all clothes from my bottom half. He's smiling as he stands back up of course and picks me up, dropping me in the tub. Luckily it's a pretty deep tub but my knees still hit the bottom of it hard.

"OW! Luffy.." He climbs in next to me and pulls me right on top of his lap facing away from him.

"Sorry.." He laughs and hugs my waist tight, leaving a kiss on my shoulder now he's got me so close again.

"Sure." I roll my eyes and wrap my arms over his. It would be nice to just sit like this for a while but I don't like being in the bath when it's cold so I'd like to get Luffy clean and get this over with.

The ducks start floating around us and Luffy clearly took notice, grabbing the pirate duck and bringing it close to us. "Heh, did you get this for me? Cause I'm gonna be-"

"King of the pirates." We smile at each other as I finish the sentence for him. "Yeah. I saw it at the last island and it reminded me of you."

"Oh heh. I just need an eye patch." He drops the duck and sinks his hand down into the water to crawl up my leg. I tilt my head onto his shoulder trying to get a look at his handsome face, he's looking down at, I'm assuming, the bubbles. He's dragging his hand up and down my left thigh. Inching closer to where I think he wants to be... I think the only way he's gonna get clean today is if I'm the one cleaning him. So I reach my hand over to grab the shampoo and squirt some in my hand, turning my body slightly to the left so I can put it in Luffy hair. I scrub it in and he's smiling with his eyes closed. He's moved his hand to rest on my right leg pulling both of them toward him, still dragging it back and forth slowly.

"Keep your eyes closed." I tell him as I grab the water cup, fill it, and pour it over Luffy's head. He smiles up at me when I'm done and quickly pounces at my lips. Of course I kiss back and wrap my hands around his face. Luffy brings that hand back between my legs rubbing up my thigh, getting closer and closer to.. "Luffy.. stop it I gotta get you clean baby." He groans in response and starts rubbing my clit. This shuts me up and honestly he's got my focus good now, I'm not too worried about giving him his a bath much anymore. "Lu.." He kisses me again and keeps working under the water.

"Babe.. I don't want to get clean. Can we play first?" He brings his fingers down and puts two fingers inside. I guess I have no choice. He gets the chance to stick his tongue in my mouth and does not miss it. Luffy's not one to usually take things slow but right now he's too distracted with fitting his tongue down my throat to move his fingers any faster. I'm hoping he'll still take baths with the toys without me in the future but I'm perfectly fine with this for now. He curls his fingers and I let a moan out into his mouth, he eats its up. He tries to kiss deeper but by now both our lips are hella swollen and possibly bruised from the biting. Luffy tries not to bite hard but always makes my lips bleed, I've grown to love it since it's a reminder of what me and him do together.

Finally Luffy pulls back to take a look at my face probably to see how I'll look at him with so little time to react. He smiles and speeds up his fingers with this knew found focus. "nnnh.. Lu-ffy." He's watching closely now, appreciating the work he did on my lips which draws him back in, kissing me so deeply again I have to grab his arm for support. "don't stop..."

"Baby.." He drags out the 'y' and smiles tauntingly. "Don't stop?" He chuckles to himself. "I thought you said 'Luffy stop it'" He's mocking me but I'm to invested in his fingers to care for his mouth right now. Though Luffy doesn't miss the tightening around his fingers at his words. "so should I stop?" with a pauses "or no?" and he starts again, clearly toying with me. He really is so childish. His other hand behind my back comes up into my hair and pushes me back onto his lips for another passionate kiss. I can barely kiss back at this point with how hard he's pushing our heads together, and with how he's moving his two fingers inside of me. "Hm?" Luffy pulls back for me to give an answer.

"no.." My mouth has been open this whole time, not able to keep it closed long enough to care anymore. He smiles brightly like he always does and his hand that's in my hair brings me back to him.

If I had to guess then I'd say that one thing Luffy can't stop himself from doing is fingering me during anytime of the day. To be honest I'm not to sure why, but it works for me. He's truly a great boyfriend. Who else could bend and stretch their fingers like Luffy can? No one of course, so I'm happy he choose to be with me, and is choosing to speed up his pace as he bends those long fingers in my pussy right now.

"Luf- ah baby please." I moan into his mouth and he can't help but smile against my lips, taking them in between his teeth and pulling back. I hope he thinks I'm cute, but it's quite obvious he does with how he looking at me. "I'm goin..to cum Luffy."

I love how he doesn't change his pace, honestly I think one reason he fingers me so much is because.. well I ask him so much. It's just not the same when I touch myself and there's really no need. He knows exactly what to do now with all the practice we've had.

He tries to play with my clit too but he's not doing too great a job, but luckily his other fingers are too deep and moving too swiftly for me to be affected by his clumsiness. I can feel already that I really am about to cum, he’s a magic worker with his devil fruit powers. Luffy leans over to kiss and bite the other side of the my neck he didn't get to cover yet. "baby"

"You're so cute." He whispers against my neck, going back to kissing it right after. He scissors his fingers quickly after feeling my cum coat his fingers, soon washed away by the water in the tub. He pecks my lips and smiles. Why does he have to be so cute? "Do I still have to take a bath?" Of course he asks.

"Luffy," I laugh at him. "we're almost done. I already washed your hair I just have to wash your body."

"Oh okay. Well get to it baby." He puts his hands on his hips and I quickly wrap my arms around his neck to hold me up.

"Okay." I laugh and grab the red loofa I know that's his and the body wash from the side of the tub. Luffy's watching intently again. I squirt the soap onto the loofa and rub it in, turing back to Luffy and starting with his scarred chest. "Do you like the ducks?"

He smiles and pulls me close by my waist. "Heh, yup."

Day 15

I'm peacefully sleeping in bed when Luffy throws himself on top of me, laughing already about some nonsense right in my ear. He pulls the comforter back, making me groan, and wraps his arms around my waist a few times to help bring back some of the warmth he took. Finally getting up close to my ear again to whisper

"Bath time baby.."

#monkey d luffy smut #luffy smut #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy headcanons #luffy imagine #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. luffy smut #one piece x reader #one piece x reader smut #one piece smut #one piece headcanons

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absurdthirst · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023: October 24th

Day 24: Bratty Sub, Anal/Oral Training, Caging

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 812

Warnings: Caging, collaring, dom/sub dynamic, nude reader/clothed Marcus, oral (male receiving), praise

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There’s always a slight rattle to the door, giving you time to look over. To reposition yourself the way that you know he prefers you to be sitting. The way a good girl greets him.

The bars of the cage are wide enough for you to stick your hand through. Comfortable enough that you can lay down when you curl up or sit up without feeling cramped. It was a very nice enclosure. You could definitely have worse.

Your collar tinkles slightly, the bell at the hollow of your throat is one that you had been embarrassed about when he had clipped it around your throat. Making him aware every time you move. It’s impossible to keep from moving when he’s thrusting into your body, filling you with his cock so hard you rock forward.

Coming to your hands and knees, you tilt your head down, keeping your eyes on the space right in front of the cage that he will be standing in just a few moments. The door swings open quietly, just a whisper of sound and then a pleased hum makes your cunt clench. He likes when you obey him without any reminding of what you need to do. Obviously today you had been positioned perfectly.

“Good girl.” Your entire body lights up, listening to the praise and the soft sound of his steps as he comes closer. He always moves so quietly, it’s not a heavy tread to make you wary but a soft step that has you yearning for his presence. His feet come into view, still wearing socks but he’s obviously removed his shoes. Still dressed in his smart suit pants and you wonder if he has to leave.

He is probably looking down, most likely is. Admiring the way your naked body is presented to him. You don’t move, trying to keep the bell quiet and be the door girl that he had praised when he walked in.

Your cage is your safe space. All the anxiety from the outside word is left outside the door of the metal crate. The lock protects you from what is beyond. Your worries are limited to just what pleases him and nothing else.

“Eyes up.” You eagerly start to lift your eyes from where they were focused on his socked feet. Sliding up his thighs and over his groin, his cock already hard underneath the layers that separate him from you. Your pussy throbs and he must know that because he hums again.

Continuing up his chest, covered in a snow white dress shirt and a tie that’s already been pulled loose from the knot at his throat, the tails hang loose, making him look even more handsome and slightly disheveled. The slight stubble that he complained about growing out because it itched, but he also preferred it over the smooth cheeked look that he had sported for a long time. You think that either look is sexy on him and say so when he asks you.

Over the aquiline nose that he hates and you adore, up to his warm, melted caramel eyes. Eyes that can appear darker when he’s upset or angry, but now they are soft, focused on you and betraying the lust that is swimming in them.

“Hello, pet.” He chuckles as he reaches down and flicks open the belt around his waist. “You have been so good for me today, haven’t you?”

You nod, eager to show him that you will continue to be good. “Yes sir.” You whisper quietly.

“It’s so good to see that you didn’t try to escape.” He smirks slightly at the lock that is on the door, preventing you from getting out even if you wanted to. “I always love when my good girl stays put. Enjoys the nice little spot that I’ve made for you. Isn’t it nice?”

“Yes sir.” You nod quickly again, agreeing with him.

Marcus pulls his cock out and pumps it a few times in his hands as he shuffles closer and slides it through the opening in the bars of the cage he has you in. “Continue being a good girl and suck daddy’s cock and I’ll let you out to fuck you this time.” He promises, deciding that he won’t fuck you through the cage like he had the last few times. You deserve a treat for not trying to get out. You deserve to come out for a few hours.

His cock twitches and he looks down expectantly. “Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart, daddy wants to cum.”

You moan and open your mouth obediently, eager to do exactly what he wishes so Marcus will let you out. He will keep his word. He always does. Despite the fact that Marcus Pike keeps you in a cage, he treats you like his perfect little pet and you love it. “Good girl.”

#pedro pascal #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #absurdthirst kinktober #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike smut #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike imagine

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ancientforgcd · 9 days ago

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Kiana had every reason to give up. The world gave her excuse after excuse to stop fighting. She lost the people she loved. She discovered that her existence was manufactured. She was used, betrayed, and broken more times than she could count. But every time she hit the ground, she got back up. Bleeding, exhausted, afraid, but still alive.

Her resilience was not just about strength. It was about refusing to let pain and guilt define her. She felt everything - the fear, the regret, the weight of her mistakes - but she kept moving forward anyway. Her resilience was not about being unbreakable. It was about knowing she was broken and choosing to stand up regardless.

Her will to keep going did not come from blind hope. It came from a stubborn belief that she had to fight. The world was worth saving. Her friends were worth protecting. Even when she doubted herself, she held onto that belief. If she gave up, who would protect the people she cared about?

Her resilience was tied to those people. Mei, Bronya, Himeko, Theresa, everyone gave her a reason to push forward. When she could not find strength in herself, she found it in them. She fought to honor their sacrifices and their hopes. Himeko’s final words stayed with her. “You don’t need to become someone else. Just be yourself, and keep moving forward.” And that was what she did.

But her resilience came at a cost. Her refusal to stop often pushed her too far. She sacrificed her well-being because she could not stand the thought of failing anyone again. Her drive to keep going hurt her even as it kept her standing. She accepted the pain as part of what it meant to fight.

Kiana’s resilience came from pain, but it was also built on hope. She believed that a better future was possible. No matter how much suffering the Honkai caused, no matter how dark things got, there was always a chance to push back. That hope was not naive. It came from everything she had endured. Because she had nothing else, she held onto it with everything she had.

This was what made her a fighter. It was not her power or her title. It was her refusal to quit. It was her refusal to let the Herrscher in her erase her humanity. She doubted. She faltered. She failed. But she did not stop. In a world where giving up was the easier choice, that made all the difference.

Kiana kept going not because she did not know how to fall, but because she knew how to rise. That was her greatest strength.

#;Kiana #meta #analysis #long post #kiana being stubborn as hell never will not be funny and awesome

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destinyc1020 · 9 months ago

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Hey there.

To the anonymous that brought up Taylor and Zendaya's rabid fans. I absolutely do think they both have talked to their respective partners about moving their lives forward, whether it be marriage or children.

I think people naively believe Tom may be the one pulling strings in that department, but people really need to listen at what Zendaya, especially at this time, is speaking on. I think she may want children even more so than Tom. Dont let that past Sway interview keep you clueless. That's why they call it the past. She was young, just turning 21, she's not anymore, and she's nearing 30. Mindsets are different as the years go by. Hearts change, and so do our thoughts on what we prioritize. You have to realize he had just done an interview where he stated he didn't even want children and then comes just a little bit of time down the road while filming and he had a change of heart, which I'm sure he didn't just have that on his own. Especially if they each feel like they've found the one they would like to have be the parent of your future children.

I always think on Vivica Fox, she literally cried during an interview stating she wish that she had not let life pass her by and had conceived children in her late twenty's early thirties. She stated she was too caught up in trying to get the bag that she literally kept putting it off and then she found herself later in life not being able to conceive at all then realized she was close to menopause. She balled and stated how that is the one thing in life she still regrets to this day. That's sad. Regret is a beast especially when people who don't really know you think they know what's best for you. Regardless, if we've grown up with her or not, famous people's lives are their own.

So, with that all being said, fans need to stay in a fans place. Including me, and just enjoy the ride, and don't dictate what you think or think you know what is better for someone. We don't own anyone. What they choose to do is what they choose. Just enjoy the ride and remain a backseat driver. 😁.

They are here to entertain us, and that is all. I guarantee if she or Taylor decides to have kids with whom they are currently with, you do best to be happy or believe me. They won't be showing the fans anything. Especially about their personal lives. They will be Olsen twinning everyone. We didn't know the one was pregnant until the baby was a month old. 🤣 I ain't hardly mad. 😆

I see the changes...in my mind, and only by observing the written word or video interviews, speaking on Zendaya, she may have removed herself from social media for work purposes, but I believe she/they have given themselves a timeline. She ain't trying to hear nor feel anything negative, like she herself states, " she overthinks. And she wants to please her fans in some manner, or at least hope they will be happy and stand with her on her decisions. Or dare i say try to understand her decisions. Remember... Law and Darnell are also looking to move their lives forward as well.

I smiled at the idea she had for Rue being a surrogate. But, I didn't smile long, I actually felt what a great way to hide a real pregnancy. I could absolutely see that happening. Especially if they put it in as a rape scenario since she owes the money and they sent goons to collect. She wouldn't know who the babies father is, and she decides to keep the baby. You'd hate to see, but that's real shit right there. That can, will, and does happen in real life. I've watched too much THE FIRST 48. THAT SHOW IS A BEAST BY THE WAY. I thought, damn if they did that, wow... talk about a 3rd Emmy. No one would have a clue. And once the season ended... look, who was expecting it for real. It's all farfetched... or is it??? Hmmm...

Anyway, theirs my rant. Love the Sunday confessions, I feel alot better. 😂

TOODLES 👋 👋 👋

YES!!! All of this! VERY well said Anon! I couldn't agree w/you more! Of COURSE Tom and Z have talked marriage and kids, etc. Tom wouldn't be telling the media something that he and his gf haven't spoken about to each other. Let's get freakin' real. So if he's excited about having kids, then obviously Z is too! She definitely wants children some day. I think that's pretty obvious. She's found the love of her life, and so has he. They're BOTH ready imo. Maybe now isn't the best time, but I think fans are naive if they think that they aren't going to be having kids lol...whether it's with each other, or some other partner later on down the line (but I'm guessing it's probably going to be w/each other lol🤭).

Btw...that's so sad about Vivica Fox. I never knew that. 🥺

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congrats on finishing out your semester and doing your exams!! i’m sure you did good :))

and if you’re taking requests 👀 i’ve been thinking about makeup artist!reader lately and i think you’d do good at executing it! so maybe with undead? or literally whoever you want is fine!!

i know they typically do their own make up or have their unit mates do it,,, but thinking about having to push their hair back and putting your hand on their face so they stay still to do eyeliner

OH and the way that they blush when you’re near them so you think that they’ve already had blush applied agh

i hope you’re doing well and your break is restful!! 💕

WHEN YOU DO THEIR MAKEUP

ft. hakaze kaoru, otogari adonis, oogami koga, sakuma rei

warnings: cursing, mildly sexual humour

He’d be incredibly nervous to have you so close. Though he’d try to hide it, he only succeeds in making it more obvious.

“Close your eyes,” You command, leaning in close, brush in hand.

Kaoru lets out a nervous laugh as he does so. With him seated (backwards on the chair, his legs hooked around the backrest), you tower over him, and you take advantage of the vantage point to consider what colours to use. Normally, you’d might for a soft honey to match his hair–especially since gold liner would make his grey eyes pop. He’d look quite angelic, you think. Golden boy. Or maybe a pretty pink…but that wouldn’t fit UNDEAD’s colour scheme, nor would it fit their unit theme.

You decide to go for the safest option, a simple black. And cat-eye, definitely. It’ll make him look even more sultry on stage, all lean muscles and sharp angles–no more angel boy but the devil come to take his place and seduce you all down to his realm.

Your fingers skim against his jaw to hold him in place, and he squeaks, eyes snapping open.

“Kaoru?” You lean back, concerned. His face is flushed, and his breathing has picked up too. You can faintly hear his heartbeat jackrabbiting. “Are you okay?”

“Mm, yes, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” His voice is hurried, though he gives you a charming smile, which settles some of the worry in your stomach. “I’m just…excited, yeah? I can’t wait to see how sexy Y/N-chan will make me look~”

“Okay…” You say, slowly. “But if you’re… I dunno, uncomfortable or something, you’ll tell me to stop, right?”

Kaoru nods, yes, of course, Y/N-chan, don’t worry so much~. You lean back in, carefully cupping his face in your hands. You stop, faces scant inches apart, to gauge his reaction. He’s gone stock-still, eyes blown wide, and his breaths come a little ragged, but that could be attributed to nerves… He senses your pause, catches your eye and winks. You take it as a sign to continue.

Moving closer, you trace the curve of his eyelid with your finger, carefully marking the spot where the cat-eye will end. You cautiously draw a line, connecting the dot to the outer corner of his eye, then proceed to follow his entire upper lash line. After you fill in the outline with the liner, you breathe a sigh of relief and back away. “Alright, I think that’s done… Do you want to see?”

Kaoru seems to shake himself out of his reverie, and smiles at you. His eyes crinkle up at the corners, and expose a single dimple on his left cheek. Golden boy, you think. God, you just made him unfairly prettier. “Ah, no, I’m sure you did it perfectly. Thank you~”

He’s actually the calmest. If anything, his simple straight-forwardness makes you embarrassed, and oh, how the tables have turned.

“What kind of eyeshadow do you want?” Your eyebrows furrow as you study the palettes in your hands. You consider gold or copper… it would really stand out against his skin tone, and it would match his eyes as well… Adonis simply smiles at you, trusting you to do whatever.

“Gold would match your eyes,” You hesitate.

Adonis laughs, but not meanly. It’s a gentle huff, meant to reassure. “L/N, it’s okay. Choose whichever you think would suit me best.”

You hum, and snatch the sunset palette. Adonis leans back against the sofa, so you can move nearer to him. You stop a safe distance away. He gently wraps his hand around your wrist and tugs you closer. “L/N. I don’t bite.” You bite your lip, and move closer.

Adonis closes his eyes. “Is this okay?”

You gently draw the shimmer over his left eyelid, careful not to smudge. A few grains land on his lashes and hang there like simple stars. You want to leave them there, because they make him look angelic, almost…but if they got into his eyes, it’d be annoying to deal with. You swipe your thumb along his lash line, gathering the powder. His skin is cool to the touch.

The proximity must be getting to your head.

“L/N?”

You startle. “Uh, sorry, I got… um, never mind?”

Idiot, you chide yourself. You move on to the other eyelid, using smooth languid strokes. You run your thumb along his lash line again, and lean back to admire your handiwork. You were right. The gold does look stunning on him. “Okay. I’m done.”

Adonis’ eyes flutter open, and he gives you a gentle look. Your heart skips a beat. “Thank you, L/N.”

“No problem!” Your voice sounds loud, even to your own ears, and you suppress a wince. God, fuck, what was that? “Um, anyways, I’m done! So I’ll go now! Bye!”

Adonis waves, a little perplexed. “Ah…alright. Thank you very much for your assistance, I hope to repay you one day. Will you be coming to our show? I would very much like to have you there. ”

“Yeah,” You smile. “I’ll be there.”

He’s so fucking embarassed, but he can’t help it, and he can’t hide it. It’s not in his nature. The closer you get, the worse his blush becomes.

“Are you okay with putting on blush? Just a bit?” Your query–despite being said with no demeaning motifs–makes Koga bristle.

“Hell yeah I am. Why, ya think I can’t handle it?” He growls.

“No,” You say as you rummage through the bags. “I just wondered if it’d fit your image. You know, as the ‘cool, badass wolf’. But I guess UNDEAD is pretty fanservice-y anyways, so the blush might make you look…” You hesitate, trying to look for a way to say ‘horny for the music’ without saying those exact words. You settle on seductive. “Seductive.”

“For real?” Koga sounds almost…surprised. “Me? Ya sure ya don’t mean… I dunno, Hakaze-senpai, or somethin’?”

You don’t deign to respond, instead busying yourself with getting the blush pallets out. This earns you a, Hey! Don’t ignore me! which you proceed to ignore as well. You take a moment to scrutinise the makeup in your hands and you frown. Unlike Sakuma-senpai, whose pale skin just adds to his so-called ‘vampiric sex appeal’ or Hakaze-senpai, with his suntan or even Adonis, whose darker skin tone neutralises the need for blush, Koga doesn’t have that luxury.

You turn around, and blink, surprised. Oh. “I didn’t know you’d already had blush applied! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Koga’s face is dusted with a light pink, and you take a moment to marvel at how the look compliments him.

“H-huh? Whaddaya mean?”

You point at him. “Your face is pink!”

He snaps at you, turning away. “N-no, it ain’t!”

You move closer, and he ducks his head. “You look good like this,”

“Ya… Ya think so?” Before you can respond, Koga barks a sharp laugh. “I-I mean. Of course I do! Anyways, ya don’t need to do anythin’ more, right?”

“No, I’m done.” You take your leave, but pause in the doorway. From this angle, Koga’s blush seems… less pronounced? But at your next words, it flares up, seeming brighter than before, and you worry you might be seeing things… “I’ll be cheering for you!”

He’d seem completely calm and collected on the outside, acting like a tease…but on the inside, he’s a flustered mess.

“Hm…which shade do you like best?” You brandish two different colours of lipstick at him, one a striking red and one a simple black, and Rei just chuckles.

“Kukuku… I trust you, my dear. Pick whichever colour you think suits this old man~”

You roll your eyes, because that is no help whatsoever. But he’s given you free reign, so you might as well take advantage of it. You decide on red, after some moderation, because it matches his eyes and will add a splash of much-needed colour to his pale face. When paired with his stage outfit, the red will really stand out. Plus, Rei’s attractive so it doesn’t really matter what you choose, it’ll look good either way.

Damn.

You’re kind of jealous.

Your hands hover awkwardly, just a few centimetres shy of cradling his jaw. “How should I…?”

His eyes light up, full of mirth and tease. “Now, now… Don’t be shy, come closer~” He pats his thighs, and you pause, thinking.

“Rei, stretch your legs out a bit, please?”

He does so, obediently. “Eh? Why?”

Instead of answering, you crawl forwards until you’re balancing on your knees, straddling him. You reach out to grab his chin in your hands, and he startles, leaning away from you. “Wh-what are you doing?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Putting on your lipstick. What did you think I was doing?”

Rei’s mouth is slack with surprise, but you blink once and his signature knowing grin is back on his face. He gives you a wry look, and it’s like there was never anything different. “Ah, of course… How silly of me. Please forgive this old man~”

You crawl closer, waiting for his approval. When he nods, you move right on top of him and gently rest your fingers against his jaw. “Can you part your lips for me?”

“Hm?” He doesn’t appear to be listening–his gaze focused intently on your…lips?–and you repeat your question when his eyes flicker back up to meet yours. “Oh, pardon me…” He does as asked, and you take care to apply the lipstick. Gently outlining first his upper lip, then lower lip. You mime popping bubblegum, and Rei copies your actions as though transfixed.

You recap the lipstick, and sit back on your haunches. “All done~” Rei just blinks, before snapping out of whatever trance he’d fallen into. He purses his lips into a kissy face, which would look ridiculous on anyone else, yet just looks sexy as hell on him. Once again, you curse his damn vampire genes. “...Thank you, my dear~”

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WC: 1.6k words

reze txt HI LEE !! god this is so fucking late like. u sent this req last year :( AND IM SORRY !! but i finally finished it and well. i hope u enjoyed it !! and that it fit what u had in mind ?? god this is so fucking long. ANYWAYS i had to do So Much research for this fic <- rarely uses makeup but i pray that it’s. accurate ?? also if u see me projecting in adonis’ part…No U Didn’t. kisses mwah <3

#✒️...scribbles!#hakaze kaoru x reader #otogari adonis x reader #oogami koga x reader #sakuma rei x reader #enstars x reader #hakaze kaoru #otogari adonis #oogami koga #sakuma rei #undead #enstars #esworks

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Can I request a Kate bishop x little male reader where the reader wants to be her little and bf but after he saw how she is around yelena he starts to become distant till one day he leaves without saying anything but Kate and yelena look for him and once they find him they make sure to never let him out of their sight (sorry if this is really vague) thx

could it also be with the prompt I will always be here to protect you..

I'm sorry for how long this took, life got crazy.

Driven away (Male y/n x Kate x yelena)

I met Kate almost a year ago and it took me a while to admit but I definitely liked her a lot. I eventually got enough courage to ask her out, but it didn't go exactly as I thought it would.

"Hey Kate, can I talk to you about something?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me with a smile. "Yeah sure." She smiled, pausing the tv and moving up so I could sit next to her.

“So I just wanted to say thanks for letting me stay here, and I hope nothing changes if you don’t feel the same because it’s alright, but I like you, a lot.” She seemed completely taken aback which made me panic that she didn’t feel the same, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to her. “Sorry you can forget I said anything.” I went to stand up but she pulled me back. “I like you too y/n.” She smiled softly. “I’m sorry it’s just not what I was expecting, I was figuring out a way to tell you but now, I don’t have to.”

“So I guess we are dating now?” I said still in disbelief, “yeah, we can turn our friends dinner into a date tonight if you want?'' Kate offered, eating a piece of popcorn. "If you give me some of that popcorn then yes." I smirked. "Okay but you have to catch it this time." She lined up her shot a few times before throwing a piece in my direction only this time it hit me straight in the eye. "Kate! You're supposed to be an archer! How do you have such a bad aim?" I chuckled, throwing it back at her.

"Maybe I just wanted it to hit you, okay that was a practice, you'll get it this time." She said lining up her shot again this time it landed perfectly in my mouth. "Okay now I've worked for it." I leaned forward, snatching a handful of popcorn. "Thanks." I grinned at her stunned face. "Oh that's how we're playing now?" She chuckled, throwing another at me. "Yeah." I smirked before throwing the handful at her.

"Hey! I'm gonna go eat my popcorn in peace." She frowned, walking off before "tripping" and throwing the bowl on me and bursting out laughing. "Oh I hate you so much." I chuckled, dusting it all off. "You are clearing this up after I kill you."

"Wait, you got popcorn in your hair." She said before putting the bowl on my head and running away. "Kate!" I yelled running after her. "I have to get ready for tonight." She excused slamming the bathroom door and locking it behind her.

I chuckled to myself before leaving to get a shower as well. After 30 minutes we were both ready. "You look really beautiful." I smiled looking her up and down. "Thank you, these are my favorite pajamas." she chuckled, I let out a cough and gestured to my matching outfit. "Oh yeah you look good too." I smiled before running and jumping on the couch. "Okay, I'm picking the first movie, and I'll order us some pizza." I stated, pulling out my phone, "Okay but I am choosing the next one." She sighed sitting next to me. “Fine by me.”

We had dated for a few months and everything was going great. I'd regress whenever she left to go fight bad guys or annoy Clint then when she came back we’d eat dinner and watch a movie or three then go to bed. It became a routine, I started regressing even more and while I was anxious she would find out the other half of me kinda hoped she would in the case that maybe she would be okay with it and be my caregiver, those feelings only doubled when she walked in on me stuck in my headspace.

I knew she would be coming home soon so I had to hide my teddy bear and comfort items but not having them and being stuck in a small headspace just made me upset. I tried just sitting and watching tv with my blanket, what could be suspicious about having a blanket wrapped around you when you’re watching a movie?

But it didn’t bring me as much comfort as I had hoped and I started to cry.

“Hey babe! I am home!” Kate exclaimed walking in, as soon as she saw me her face dropped. “Baby what happened, are you okay?” I shook my head no and she frowned sitting next to me. Do you wanna talk about it or just cuddle? Or both?” I held out my arms and she nodded. “Okay hang on.” She took the blanket off me for a second which didn’t help my mood but she laid on the couch and opened her arms. “Come here baby.”

I laid down with my head on her chest as she played with my hair. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here if you do.” I shook my head, feeling her stop running her hands through my hair for a second to lay the blanket over us. “That’s okay, we can stay like this as long as you need.” She kissed the top of my head before playing with my hair again, this time rubbing my back at the same time. I could feel myself start to calm down, I felt completely safe with her, she didn’t care that I stayed there for the rest of the night, she got her friend Yelena to drop off food, put on a movie then we fell asleep for a while.

“Hey bishop! I got pizza, because it’s all I have seen you eat so I didn’t know what you like. oh that is disgusting.” She frowned, covering her eyes. “Yelena, we’re just cuddling because y/n was sad.” Yelena sighed with relief putting her hands back down. “Okay, I thought it was something else, I just saw the blanket. Sorry, why is he sad?”

“I don’t know, he doesn’t want to talk about it but it doesn’t matter anyway, I’m getting all the cuddles I want so it’s good.”

“Can I sleep here tonight? And for a week more than that” Yelena asked before heading to the kitchen to make herself mac and cheese. “Y/n why don’t we share a room then we can keep the spare room for when yelena comes over. If that’s okay?” I did sleep more in kates room anyway, I only hid in that room when I regressed to save time before she found me but I could find another way. Yelena is kate’s friend after all and she did let me stay here first. “Okay.”

“Thank you baby.” Kate smiled, kissing the top of my head. “Yeah thank you y/n, do you want some macaroni?” Yelena asked, holding out the pot, “no thank you, we’re good with pizza.” Kate answered for me, making us chuckle. “Okay you’re missing out on my delicious macaroni but okay.”

I wasn’t feeling so little anymore, if anything I was just tired, so I decided to get ready for bed. “Babe I’m gonna go get the spare room ready for yelena then I will head to bed, I’m kind of tired.” I smiled getting up, “okay, goodnight Y/n.” Kate replied before focusing her attention back to the movie.

When I woke the next morning, well afternoon, Kate wasn’t next to me, I walked out to find her asleep on the couch, somehow she stayed asleep even with the sound of clattering from the kitchen that I could only assume was yelena.

“Hello y/n, good morning. You sleep a lot, although bishop does too. She's been asleep for like seven hours already.

I frowned slightly, it was 12pm, Kate would have gone to bed at 5am, a fact that I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed to hear. After all she promised she would come to bed once her movie had finished yet she had stayed up with yelena all night. I shook off my disappointment before leaving the apartment for the day.

Things like this happened for weeks and I began to get even more tired of it. When I arrived back home late one day they were both gone, when I texted Kate she told me they went to go see the christmas tree and if I wanted I could join but I told them it was fine. I decided to take the time to be little for a while before falling asleep in my room.

Kate woke me up the next morning, “hey baby, me and yelena are gonna go get some breakfast. Do you want to come or should I bring you something back?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up, I realized I was still cuddling my teddy bear from the night before." I threw it aside and prepared for her to get mad or call me names, that was the usual response people had, I was still feeling kind of little and soon my eyes were getting blurry with tears. Kate didn’t say anything but she sat down on the bed and rubbed my arm. "Babe, why are you getting upset? It's just a teddy bear." She said softly and I frowned. "You don't think I'm stupid?"

“Of course not, you know I love you no matter what. Who’s your friend?” She asked picking up the stuffed animal I had next to me.

“That's ted. I've had him since I was a toddler.” Kate smiled. “Nice to meet you Ted. Do you and y/n want to come to breakfast with me and Yelena or do you want to stay here?” She asked, looking at me. “We're gonna stay. I'm kinda tired.” I said, taking him back. “Okay babe, I will see you later.” She smiled, kissing the top of my head and leaving with the russian.

I had decided on watching Tv so I went to the living room where I must have fallen asleep again. Whenever I was little I always fell asleep so easily.

"Hey y/n!" "Hey baby!" I heard the women call out, waking me in the process. I whined sitting up. "Hey my little sleepyhead." Kate smiled, kissing my cheek and sitting down next to me. "Here's your breakfast. I forgot to ask what you wanted so I just got your favorite."

"Thanks Kate." I smiled. "No problem."

"You wanna watch a movie with me?" I asked pointing to the tv, it was my favorite movie and I was really hoping she would say yes.

"Oh, Sorry y/n we have plans today. You can come with us if you want? But we won't be back until dinner." I could feel my eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry baby, please don't cry." Kate whispered softly.

"You Americans are so sensitive, its funny." Yelena chuckled but it only made me cry more, I ran out of the room and climbed into bed with my teddy.

I heard kate knock on the door before entering. "Baby I am sorry. I already had plans with Yelena. And she didn't mean to be rude, it's just how she is. Can I do anything to cheer you up?"

I wanted to tell her to stay but instead I just shook my head. "Okay, I have to go now but can you at least eat some more breakfast?" She asked, putting it on the bedside table. "I love you baby." She whispered before leaving the room.

I laid in bed and sobbed till I fell asleep. When I woke up it was lunch time, I wasn't hungry so I decided to watch movies till they got back. When I heard her keys in the door I turned off the tv and ran to the bedroom. I didn't want to see her right now, it may be childish but I climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep.

She didn’t even come to look for me so I just stayed in bed on my phone for a few hours until she eventually walked in. “Baby? Are you okay?” I nodded, turning away from her, making her sigh. “Me and yelena are gonna watch another movie if you want to join.” I shook my head hiding under the blanket. “Okay, well if you change your mind you can join us.” She said disappointedly, leaving the room.

It continued on like this for weeks, she even forgot our date night, then the one we rescheduled all because she was out with Yelena everyday now. I knew she was allowed friends and I didn’t want to come between them but I couldn’t help but feel a little rejected. I had finally had enough when I woke up one morning and found Yelena and Kate asleep on the couch together. I was sick of feeling so replaceable so I left without saying anything or even a text. I went shopping for a few hours then kept walking for a while until I got tired and sat down on a random bench.

I turned my phone back on to listen to some music and saw I had over 20 missed calls from both Kate and Yelena, along with a ton of texts that ranged from Yelena saying she would track my phone to Kate begging me to call her back. Before I could think it through I pressed call back and waited for it to ring, Kate answered almost immediately. “Baby! Where are you?” The panic in her voice made me want to cry, I shouldn’t have left it this long. “I sorry.” I was dropping fast and regretting every decision I had made, I just wanted to be back with kate. “It’s okay baby, can you tell me where you are?”

“Tree.” I hiccuped through my sobs, “He’s at the big christmas tree.” I heard Yelena say in the background. “But that’s where we are." I looked around hopefully before I spotted yelena running towards me. "Lena!" I yelled and she finally saw me. Kate was following behind and she ran and gave me a hug. "Baby! We were so worried about you." She kissed my head a bunch of times, making me giggle.

"Why did you leave?" Kate asked, lifting my chin. "Katie loved Lena more an it makes me sad." Yelena gives me a confused look. "You are a little?" I look at the floor and nod in shame but Kate lifts my chin again. "I'm sorry baby, I will never let you feel that way again, from now on I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Hey kiddo, what if we go get you some ice cream to say sorry? And we can go home and watch all the movies you want." I nodded excitedly, wiping my tears. "Okay let's go home." Kate smiled, grabbing my hand.

"Tanks for saving me mommy." Kate smiled down at me. "Of course baby. I will always be here to protect you."

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