#it's day eleven somewhere lmao

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day 11: Force Fem/Roleplay

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Dew/Rain

Dew picks up a pretty girl at a bar on tour.

Explicit, 2.6k. He/him and she/her used for Rain, and cock, dick, clit, pussy and ass used for his anatomy. Contains semi-public sex, mirror sex, rough oral, anal sex, degradation, taking pictures and talk of sending said pictures to other parties.

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

Rain's never been to this bar before. It's the same as every other bar he's ever been to on tour. The music plays way too loud, but it isn't enough to cover the chatter of the people around him in various stages of intoxication. He watches a bead of condensation trail down the side of his vodka cranberry; the bartender had put a straw in it for some reason.

He's alone at the bar, an empty stool next to him, strangers taking up the rest of them. The rest of the pack is here, though. Swiss is teaching Aurora and Aeon how to play pool as a front to be handsy with the new summons. Cirrus joins Mountain, Cumulus, and Dew, leaning over to whisper in the fire ghoul's ear as she slides into their booth, her drink in hand.

Dew startles, looking up and meeting Rain's eye. His eyes are their glamoured blue as they normally are, but Rain almost recoils at how he can visibly see his pupils dilating, even across the bar.

Cirrus flashes him a grin. Rain knows exactly what she's put him up to. She had pulled him aside that afternoon in the hotel under the guise of wanting to pamper him, and Rain would never say no to that.

Her one condition had been that he wasn't allowed to look in the mirror. Which was strange, but whatever. Rain's certainly done stranger.

Cirrus had washed his face for him, put on his lotion with a gentle hand. She'd held the point of his chin between two fingers as she'd put something smooth onto his lips, brushed something onto his lashes. She'd handed him a bundle of clothes when she was done, too.

The mesh long sleeved shirt and the cropped band tee came out of his luggage, but the skirt? Rain's no stranger to wearing skirts, but this one was dark and short, barely brushing his mid thighs. He's never seen it before in his life.

His phone had dinged then, a message in the group chat that the rest of the pack had left for the bar already. Cirrus cursed under her breath, fixing herself up and running her fingers through Rain's hair, letting it fall in blue-black waves around his face. "Come on, guppy, we gotta go." Rain had nodded and followed her out of the hotel as soon as he had his boots laced.

Rain startles out of the memory as someone brushes up against him.

"Hey, pretty girl. What are you doing here all alone?"

Rain turns to see Dew leaning against the bar next to him. He hops up onto the stool, resting his elbow on the bartop, a red flannel over a band t-shirt Rain's seen him wear a hundred times, black skinny jeans practically painted onto his legs. There's a wicked glint in his eyes, and Rain feels something hot shoot down his spine, settling between his legs. So this is the game Cirrus set him up for.

"Hi," he whispers, taking a sip of his drink. There's a smudge of something dark on the straw when he pulls back. "I'm waiting for my friends to get here."

"Aw," Dew- no, the stranger coos, tucking a dark wave of hair behind Rain's ear, revealing several silver earrings threaded through the shell of his ear, some with blue stones set in them. "They left you all alone, huh?"

"Yeah," Rain says, his other hand fidgeting with the hem of his skirt. He glances around the bar, pointedly avoiding looking at the other members of their pack. "They should be here soon."

"Until then, let me keep you company?"

Rain shies back in the stool, playing up his aloofness. "I mean, I don't know you," he says, trailing a glamoured finger around the rim of his glass.

Dew blinks. "Oh, my name's Dewdrop, but you can call me Dew. Forgive me, pearl. Rude of me not to introduce myself. Got distracted by a pretty girl."

Rain almost looks around the bar to see what the stranger means before remembering, a shot of shame going straight to his dick. His eyes go wide, realizing the tiny skirt isn't going to hide much. He crosses his legs in the vain hope of hiding. "My name's Rain," he breathes, lips almost tacky with what he knows now to be lipstick. "And thanks."

He ducks his head down to take another sip, pretending to shudder as he swallows the cheap vodka. His hair falls in a dark curtain over the side of his face.

Dew leans a little closer, something glinting in his eyes in the low light of the bar. "So, what do you say, gorgeous? Do you mind some company?"

Rain blinks, batting his eyelashes. They almost feel sticky. "I mean," he says, taking another sip of his vodka cranberry. "You're handsome, I don't see why not."

Dew grins, almost predatory, and Rain feels things starting to fall into place. His cock slowly starts to fill out under his skirt as Dew slings an arm around his shoulders. "Aw, thanks pretty girl."

He wonders what he looks like, what Dew's seeing. He's been dressed up for a couple hours and still hasn't seen his reflection, even as he's tempted to open the front facing camera on his phone. It would spoil the surprise, make this little game much less fun.

Rain doesn't get to see what Cirrus made him up like until Dew whispers in his ear if he wants to go somewhere a little quieter. He nods, finishing his drink and following Dew into the tiny bathroom at the back of the bar.

As soon as Dew flicks the lock, he's pinning Rain up against the door, stealing a filthy kiss. Rain melts into it, tasting whiskey and cranberry and something waxy as Dew shoves his tongue into Rain's mouth. When he pulls back, both of them panting, there's deep burgundy lipstick smeared across Dew's mouth. Rain gets dizzy just thinking about it smeared in other places.

"Fuck," he pants. Dew barely gives him a moment of reprieve before attacking his neck with nipping, sucking kisses.

"Fuck's right, pretty girl. There's so much I want to do with you, sweetheart, but we don't have much time," he says in between sucking hickeys into the column of his throat. Rain's head hits the back of the door with a thud, moaning sweetly as the stranger somehow finds the most sensitive spot under his ear.

He shoves a skinny, dark denim covered thigh between Rain's, making the short skirt ride up and Rain gasp at the rough friction against his cock. "No panties? Naughty girl," Dew laughs. He grinds his own bulge against the cut of Rain's hip, groaning in Rain's ear. "Oh, you want it so bad, don't you, Rainy? How 'bout you get on your knees and get me wet so I can fuck your pussy, sweetheart?" Dew growls, and Rain's knees visibly shake.

He nods, brushing his dark hair behind his ear, sinking to his knees at Dew's feet. "May I?" he asks, letting his voice shake as he hovers his fingers over Dew's belt buckle. Dew cards fingers though his hair, gathering a loose handful.

"Go ahead, pretty thing, we don't have a lot of time before someone comes knocking."

Rain licks his lips, tasting more of the waxy lipstick as he undoes Dew's belt and fly, fishing him out. His eyes flick from Dew's hungry eyes to the tip of his cock, foreskin already pulled back, head shiny and wet. Dew nods, and Rain's mouth waters.

The stranger's groan echoes through the dingy bathroom as Rain swallows down his cock, the bridge of his nose pressed to his stomach. It nudges at the back of Rain's throat, and he feels his eyes starting to water already.

Dew doesn't waste any time, drawing his hips back and starting to fuck Rain's mouth. He hollows his cheeks, moaning coquettishly as he laves his tongue along the underside. Each thrust draws a wet, gagging noise from his throat, smearing more lipstick along Dew's shaft and stomach. His zipper digs into Rain's chin, the bite of pain making his eyes roll back and tears streak down his cheeks.

Even glamoured like this, without the use of his gills, Rain's able to deepthroat Dew longer than any human would be. He still makes a show of it, coughing and spluttering as Dew uses him, like he really is some girl he picked up for a bathroom hookup. He loses himself to the game, letting a stranger use his throat like a whore as his knees start to ache. He hopes they bruise. The thought makes his dick kick hard.

Dew braces himself on the door above his kneeling form as he ruts into his mouth. "Such a fucking good girl, what a pretty slut," he rambles, and the words go straight to Rain's cock, where it's tenting his little skirt. He can't see it, but he'd bet if he could look down, there's a slick stain of precum where the fabric rests over the tip.

Rain gags hard, and Dew groans loudly. It echoes around the dingy bathroom as Dew's cock twitches where it's lodged in Rain's throat. In the back of his mind, Rain knows he's close and tries to suck harder, wanting to feel the stranger come undone down his throat.

As if he could read Rain's mind, Dew pulls out roughly, an obscene pop making Rain's head spin and his cock twitch. Dew reaches down, grabbing a handful of mesh and hauling Rain up to his feet. "I can't leave you hanging after you sucked my dick like a good little whore, sweetheart," Dew coos, taking Rain by the shoulders and dragging him over to the sink.

Rain gets a moment to see his reflection in the mirror above the sink before Dew shoves him unceremoniously over it, and his eyes go wide. His cock kicks hard, smearing more precum into the tiny little skirt Cirrus had put him into. With what little brainpower Rain has left as Dew flips the skirt up over the swell of his bare ass, he makes a mental note to get her flowers. Or about three dozen orgasms. One or the other.

He's a wreck. The cheap mascara on his lashes had run as he'd been facefucked, stinging in his watery blue eyes. His lipstick, deep maroon against his glamour's pale skin and flushed cheeks, is smeared equally across his mouth, Dew's own lips, and his cock. He looks like a cheap whore, bent over and ready to let a stranger fuck his ass- no.

Rain is ready to let a stranger fuck her pussy.

Dew grabs another handful of her hair, forcing her to stare at her disheveled expression. "Oh, pretty girl's cockdrunk and I haven't even touched her sweet little pussy," Dew laughs, eyes darkening as he ruts his cock between Rain's cheeks.

"Puh-leas," Rain moans as Dew smooshes her cheek up against the mirror.

He pulls back for just long enough to spit on her hole. "Please what, Rainy?"

"Fuck me," she whines, trying to meet his hungry gaze in the mirror.

He smears his spit into her hole with the head of his cock, pushing it past her tight rim. "Say it, sweetheart," he croons condescendingly. "What do you want a man you met half an hour ago to do to you?"

Rain moans, smearing her lipstick against the mirror as her cock kicks. "Fuck my pussy, please, Dew, fuck my pussy."

"Good girl," Dew groans, shoving inside of her. It's a tight stretch, and both of them moan. If anyone were waiting to use the bathroom, there's no hiding what they're doing in here. "I'd give you a kiss for being such an eager whore for me, but I can't exactly reach," he teases, setting a frantic pace after giving her a few moments to adjust. The hand in her hair pulls until she's staring herself in the eyes. "Give my good girl a kiss for me."

Rain moans as she leans in and kisses the mirror, leaving a smudge of deep maroon as Dew fucks her. The sink digs into her stomach, and her cock soaks through the fabric of her skirt as Dew's zipper bites into the flesh of her ass.

She's so out of it that the flash of light in Dew's free hand, his cruel chuckle as he shoves his phone back into his jean pockets. All Rain knows is the cold glass of her reflection, Dew's hand tight in her hair, and his cock ruining her pussy.

He leans in, rutting into her with a low growl. "Do you need a hand on your clit, baby girl, or do you think you can cum just with a cock in your cunt?" Dew snarls in her ear, out of breath already. He must have still been close after fucking her mouth.

She pants against the mirror, her breath fogging up the glass. "Touch me, please, Dew," she mewls, crying out as he hits her sweet spot with unerring accuracy. "Wanna be a good girl."

Rain sees the flash of teeth in the mirror, dangerously close to the shell of her ear. "Good girls don't fuck strangers in bar bathrooms, whore." Despite that, Rain cries out as spindly fingers wrap around her clit, jerking her off furiously.

"I'm going to cum inside of you, sweetheart," Dew groans, his thrusts losing rhythm as he speeds up, matching his hand on her.

Rain nods frantically, even as she hits her forehead on the mirror. She can see the glazed look in her own eyes. "Fuck, Dew, I'm gonna cum," she whines, a bit too loudly for Dew's taste, because he lets go of her hair to cover her mouth, smearing her lipstick even more.

"Do it, Rain," he growls, squeezing her clit harder, the tip drooling pre over his knuckles. "Cum for me, my sweet little whore."

Rain's helpless to obey, crying out into his palm as she spills, making a mess of him and her skirt. Dew's quick to follow, slumping over her and pressing his face to the nape of her neck as they both come down.

"Shit, Rain, baby, so good," he murmurs, easing out of his body. "You alright?"

He swallows hard, staring at the lipstick marks left on the mirror. Dew's cum slowly leaks out of his ass, a dark stain on the front of his skirt. "I'm great," he says, voice hoarse. "That was- that was great."

Dew smiles, tongue between his teeth as he turns on the tap, wetting some paper towel and beckoning him over. Rain obliges, and Dew carefully attempts to clean up his smudged, ruined makeup and the mess of cum they've left his lower half.

"I owe Cirrus big time," he laughs softly, smoothing out Rain's tangled hair. "Haven't cum that hard since we left home."

Rain nods in quiet agreement. "Can I- Can I borrow your flannel?"

Dew tosses the paper towel in the trash bin in the corner of the room before shedding his outer layer. "Course, froggy." He ties the flannel around Rain's waist, hiding the mess he left on the front of his skirt. While he's leaned in, Dew presses his lips to the shell of Rain's ear.

"If it's alright with you, pearl," he coos, sweet and saccharine and devastating, "I'd like to send that little mirror selfie I took to Aether. Show him just how much of a whore his sweet little angelfish becomes on the road without him."

Rain's cock gives a soft traitorous twitch, and he moans like, well. He moans like a whore.

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A/N: couldn’t really think of blurbs so i decided to do some headcanons, also i dont have too much in depth knowledge about star wars. Eric might be a bit ooc but idc lol

C/W: smutty content (duh), roleplay, mentions of bondage, i feel like thats it

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Loves roleplaying lmao

Remember that episode where Donna dressed up as Leia for him and he had the stormtrooper helmet??

Yeah yall do that

Sometimes, it’s hard to stay serious because he’s having too much fun with it

“Tell me what you know about the Rebel Alliance’s plans, prisoner.” You could tell that Eric was lowering his voice underneath the bulky Stormtrooper helmet. You had to keep yourself from giggling so you didn’t break the illusion of being a Stormtrooper’s prisoner.

“I’ll never tell you.” You responded defiantly, glaring at your boyfriend’s hidden face. 

Eric took a step closer, bringing a hand out from behind his back to reveal a Stormtrooper gun, which you remember getting him for his most recent birthday.

“Be obedient, and you might be rewarded.” Eric pointed the fake gun towards you, his bulky white helmet tilting to the side slightly. “Resist, and you’ll regret it.”

“Don’t point that blaster at me.” You backed up as much as possible, trying to appear scared, but it wasn’t long before your back hit Eric’s headboard.

“Actually,” Eric said, lifting his helmet off his head and looking at the gun, “It’s an E-Eleven Blaster Rifle, Y/n. We’ve been through this.”

“Oh, so sorry.” You rolled your eyes before laughing at Eric’s seriousness. Pushing off the headboard, you crawled over to the end of the bed and kneeled on the mattress in front of Eric. His eyes followed your body, his own stiffening at your seductive stare. “Is that another blaster in your pocket, Mr. Trooper? Or are you just happy to see me?”

“Storm-trooper,” he corrected, his voice quiet as he slowly let the helmet slip back down. You sighed but quickly brushed it off.

“Mr. Stormtrooper.”

Good at foreplay

His nickname’s “foreplay” for a reason lmao

Well, it’s supposed to be an embarrassing nickname

But once he starts dating you, he becomes a bit proud of the nickname

“Eric.” You whined, squirming around on the bed. “Please, do something!”

“Shush.” Eric’s hands lightly trailed up and down your sides underneath your shirt, the contact making you shiver. “Be good, Y/n.” He lifted your shirt over your head, and you helped pull it off, throwing it somewhere in Eric’s room. 

Soon, you were almost naked, your underwear being the only thing covering you. Yet Eric completely avoided the place that ached for him most, no matter how much you begged.

“You’re such a tease.” You pouted.

“Oh, it’ll be worth it, baby,” Eric smirked as he lowered himself to the end of the bed, pushing your legs apart. “Just you wait.”

Back to roleplay real quick

Makes a lot of references to movies or comics

Either during sex or the reference leads to sex

Days where you and Eric had the house to yourselves were rare. With Red being retired, Hyde living in the basement, and the Forman’s house being the hangout spot for your friend group, it was hard to find alone time unless you wanted to be at your house or go somewhere in Eric’s car.

But on the rare days when no one was home, the two of you took full advantage of it.

“Spider-Man’s so cool,” Eric mumbled as he read through a comic book, holding it with one hand so his other arm could be wrapped around your shoulders while you watched TV.

Taking full advantage usually meant sitting in the living room instead of hiding in Eric’s room or the basement.

“I wanna be one of Charlie’s Angels so bad.” You responded as you watched Jill Munroe, Kelly Garrett, and Sabrina Duncan kick some ass. Eric looked up at the screen and smirked before looking at you.

“I’d let you interrogate me in a bikini.” You jokingly slapped his chest, making your boyfriend laugh before returning to his comic. “God, having web shooters would be so awesome. Swinging from building to building, fighting crime.”

“Yeah, and you can tie people up.” 

It was an offhand remark, as you were only half listening to Eric while watching TV. But then you felt Eric’s intense gaze on you, and when you made eye contact, you realized how he took what you said. His eyebrows raised suggestively, and soon, you were turning off the television, throwing the comic book onto the couch, and racing up to Eric’s room.

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part one of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader's childhood cat suddenly gets diagnosed with cancer, and she has to make a big decision about what to do. this fanfic includes heavy topics like: pet euthanasia, extreme loss/grief, depression, the problems with pet healthcare, and more. there will be some humor/fluff placed throughout, and also smut somewhere along the way. :))

word count: 7.1k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: i decided to split this fic up into like, 3-4 separate chapters, since i felt like having 20.k+ words for a single 'long oneshot' was kindaa excessive lmao 😂 anyways, i'm excited for the future of this little series and what it's gonna look like exploring the relationship between minho and y/n~ 😉 also, for anyone that noticed, YES- i changed my entire tumblr theme after like, 4 months of having it be rainbow haha, so you might not recognize me on your dash with my new look. but yeah, this is the 'new me' for the next few months... i was feeling super inspired to do a muted levanter theme, since it's one of my fav albums/songs from skz haha so here we are!! ☺️

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The clinic was incredibly busy as you stepped through the front doors. Looking around the medium-sized waiting room, you noticed how almost every single seat was taken up by a patient. Because apparently, the hot place to be on a Thursday morning was Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic. 

 You clutched on a little tighter to the carrier at your side, which held your cat Nyx just inside the bassinet. She was an American Shorthair, with a coat as black as midnight and big, ocean-blue eyes. Your parents had gifted you Nyx as a surprise for your sixth birthday, since you had been begging them for a cat all year long. And instantly, the two of you were inseparable. Nyx had been with you for almost every stage of your life - including grade/middle school, high school, and all of university. She was so incredibly affectionate towards everyone, but especially you. She loved curling up alongside you after you’d spent a long, hard day at work and would just cuddle into your skin for hours. 

 Nyx was your stability in everything - she was one of your only friends, even when you were surrounded by other adults your same age at work. And at the ripe age of twenty-four, you couldn’t imagine what your life would be like if she ever left your side.

 But, you weren’t naive, or stupid. 

 And you knew that at some point, Nyx would have to move on from your world and onto a better, and brighter future. 

 Which is why you decided to adopt a female Bengal cat after you graduated from university. Taffy had a brilliant orange-and-brown coat with light green eyes. And because she was so much younger than Nyx, she had a lot more energy. But even still, the two cats got along quite well, despite their huge age gap. Taffy was the troublemaker out of the two and liked to get into mischief with all kinds of things. 

 You took great pride in both of them and the relationship that you had with your two kitties, which is why you regularly took them to the local veterinarian clinic for routine checkups. Usually, you visited every six months, just to make sure that Taffy and Nyx were in perfect health.

 And it’s not like you were complaining about the visits to Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic. It was a beautiful and spacious place, with a friendly bunch of staff and an even better doctor. 

 Doctor Lee Minho had been the continual talk of the town since he had moved into the area three years before, and soon after he set up his practice - which was just a short walk from your quaint apartment - you started going to him for your cat’s regular check-ups. Dr. Lee was incredibly professional with all of his clients, and he had a true knack for animals… but especially, cats. That’s what he prided himself on - knowing the ins and outs of the feisty little beings... since he had three of his own. Some even said that he was a cat himself since he had similar mannerisms to the felines. 

 It also helped that he was insanely handsome. 

 Like, drop-dead gorgeous. 

 You weren’t a fool - you noticed how, every time you visited the clinic, most of the clients were women. And almost every time that you sat in the waiting room, you’d overhear women talking amongst themselves… about how they had dressed up for the occasion, and how Dr. Lee was way too cute for his good. 

 For the most part, all of the comments passed over your head. 

 After all, he was just a veterinarian. He wasn’t anything special… 

 He just took amazing care of the animals that visited his clinic. 

 And he seemed to adore your two cats. 

 And- 

 Perhaps he was kind of, sort of, attractive. 

 If a woman liked the silent, brooding, brown-haired types of guys- then yeah, he was fucking really hot. 

 But, you always tried to push those thoughts out of your mind each time they started to bubble up to the forefront of your mind. You didn’t want to ruin the professional doctor-client relationship that the two of you had been cultivating for over three years. He was an amazing veterinarian with a lot of skill and expertise, and you had a feeling that you taking advantage of your closeness with him, by forcing yourself onto him, would just turn him away. 

 After all, he was always professional and polite with you. Even if he seemed to give you a lot of smiles and laughs each time you had an appointment at the clinic. And even if he seemed overly affectionate with Nyx and Taffy. He was just doing his job, as that’s what was to be expected from a doctor like him. 

 And besides, a guy like him would never go for you. For starters, you had just recently found out that he was five years older than you, landing him at the mature age of twenty-nine. And older guys of that many years never went for you - never stooped that low. Plus, he was a successful doctor and a businessman with his clinic. Whereas you were a struggling woman who was fighting to make ends meet at her low-ranking corporate job. You sat in a small cubicle all day, typing away at a bright computer screen, and Dr. Lee sat in front of patients and animals, actually making a difference in others’ lives. 

 There was also the fact that you were borderline poor- since your job barely paid anything compared to the way that the economy was so expensive. You struggled to pay your bills monthly and lived from paycheck to paycheck. Meanwhile, Dr. Lee rolled up to the clinic in his dark-blue sports car and was always donned in all different kinds of designer dress shirts and slacks. 

 So, yeah, he’d never fall for you. Not in a million years. 

 “Y/N! Good to see you again!” You heard a bright voice call out to you, bringing you out of your daydreams of expensive cars and fancy clothes. 

 Your eyes flitted up to the person sitting behind the front check-in desk of the clinic. Chan, one of the two receptionists of the place, was looking up at you with a soft smile adorning his face. 

 “Oh- hi, Chan… I’m here for Nyx’s check-up.” You mimicked his smile, motioning with a tilt of your head to the carrier where Nyx was situated in. 

 You were on a first-name basis with the entire staff line of the clinic, as you had been visiting it for so many years. Everyone at the clinic was extremely nice, and all of the staff were Dr. Lee’s friends. Soon after you first visited the clinic, he told you about the story of how he had recruited some of his best friends to open the shop with him, and how the rest was history. Even still, you called everyone by their first name except for Dr. Lee - since you decided to keep it professional with him and always address him by his official title well into the beginning of your appointments at the clinic. 

 “Sure thing,” Chan began, tearing his gaze away from you and typing away at his computer. “I see here that Jisung jotted down your concerns for this visit’s file. Has anything changed since you called in a month ago?” 

 You moved your focus onto the carrier at your side, where you saw Nyx resting peacefully just inside it. She had long since gotten used to the clinic and was normally very calm whenever you visited the place. “Yeah, she’s been sleepier than usual, and like- she doesn’t want to eat the food that I’ve been giving her, even though I’ve changed the brand two times already.” 

 Chan’s eyes darted up to you, studying your face silently before they flitted over to the carrier that you had placed atop the counter at your side. “Okay, I’ll add all of that to the notes so that the doctor can take a look,” you noticed how his lips were pressed together in a grim line- like he didn’t like what you had just told him. “You can take a seat, and Yongbok will call you back when they’re ready for you guys.” 

 “Thanks, Chan,” you said, offering him a tiny, weak smile before you headed off to find one of the only available seats left in the waiting room. As soon as you got situated, you gingerly took Nyx out of her crate. She was warm and downy in your hands and purred quietly at the feel of you pressing her furry body against your chest. “It’s gonna be okay, girl, you’ll be alright…” You whispered to her, mouth nuzzling into her silky coat as you placed a gentle kiss against her head. 

 After you placed Nyx back in her crate, you spent the waiting time studying the people around you. Once again, it was mainly women’s faces that your eyes met as you scanned over the entire room. And there were all different types of pets everywhere, from dogs to cats to birds. 

 “Oh, and apparently, Jungmi’s friend saw him out on the streets late at night last week… like, all alone and stuff.” You heard the woman say beside you. She was sitting close to another woman, and their heads were bent at an angle as they gossiped together. “Some girl came out of this one cafe and was hanging all over him, but it didn't seem like he knew her that well.” 

 The other woman snorted lowly, “Well that bitch doesn’t matter, because I’m going to be sure to seduce him this time around. I mean, c’mon- who can resist this shirt?” At her insinuation, you realized that they were talking about Dr. Lee. 

 Even still, you felt the urge to peek over to your side and look at her attire, and when you did, you swallowed down the dryness in your throat. Because holy fuck- she looked like she was about to go to the club. Her shirt had a scoop neckline and was so low, more than half of her tits were hanging out of the loose fabric. It was tight and stretched over her bosom in an alluring kind of way, leaving little to the imagination. 

 Meanwhile, you were dressed in one of your old, baggy hoodies and a pair of loose-fitting denim jeans. Even though it was the beginning of spring, it was still quite chilly out early in the morning. And besides, you weren’t planning on going anywhere else after you visited the clinic, since you had taken the rest of the day off from work, so there was no use in dressing up. Not like you had any nice, sexy clothes like that to begin with, though. 

 In all actuality, you really couldn’t afford to take a day off of work. But, you felt like it was needed after the long week that you had had. After the long year you had had. 

 Suddenly feeling self-conscious while you sat next to Aphrodite herself, your fingers scrambled to yank down the arms of your hoodie as best as you could, trying to let the fabric swallow you up in your seat. 

 Just then, your name was called over the hustle and bustle of the waiting room, and you peered up to see a smiling Yongbok standing in the doorway that lead to the rest of the clinic - where the examining rooms were. 

 In a hurry, you scrambled to pick up your tote bag and hoisted Nyx in her carrier with one arm, following right behind the young vet tech as he lead you through the back rooms of the clinic. The hallway was buzzing with movement, as the other Tech’s, Seungmin and Hyunjin, helped vet assistant Changbin calm down a barking German Shepherd so that they could usher him onto a weighing station that was positioned in a corner of the hallway. Dr. Lee was nowhere to be found… yet. 

 “I haven’t seen you in a while,” Yongbok started, as he motioned to an examining room just off to the right side for you to walk in. You took a seat in the chair that was positioned next to the desk - where the doctor always sat. “Since Hyunjin is almost always the one who first greets you.” The younger man with light blonde hair and big, expressive eyes sighed in an exaggerated kind of way, which forced a quiet giggle out of you. 

 “He’s a good tech though… Taffy especially likes him, I think.” You started, your mind already trailing off to what your younger cat might be doing while being left home alone in your apartment. No doubt tearing into the bag of chips that you had accidentally left atop the kitchen counter. 

 “Mhm- how is she, by the way? I feel like you haven’t brought her in in a while,” Yongbok said, as he slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves. You dragged your eyes away from his form and instead concentrated on unzipping the carrier in your arms, slowly drawing out a lethargic Nyx. 

 “Taffy is good, just being her usual rambunctious self,” you laughed softly, shaking your head as the affection for your other cat took over your thoughts. “She’s definitely very different from my Nyx here, that’s for sure…” 

 Yongok wheeled his chair over to you then, gently taking your old cat from your hands and hoisting her up onto the examination table that was nearby. “I saw in the files that she’s been having problems with eating?” He started, voice growing serious as he began his study of your cat. 

 You nodded slowly, swallowing over the nervous lump that had begun to form in your throat as soon as he placed Nyx on the paper-lined table. You felt your heart beating wildly against your ribcage, and you watched in silence as Yongbok turned Nyx around to thoroughly examine her. “Yeah, and she hasn’t been wanting to play with Taffy either, even though she used to love to.” 

 “How long has this been going on?” 

 “About��� four months now?” 

 Yongbok turned to you then, leveling you with a deep frown, “And you’re only bringing her in now?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, but was more on the perplexed side of things, as all of the staff at Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic knew how much you loved your cats and how you adored taking care of them. 

 You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, hating the way that he seemed to question why you hadn’t taken care of Nyx’s symptoms earlier. “I-I didn’t have the money for this appointment until just recently, so that’s why I'm only bringing her in now.” 

 Your gaze snagged on Yongbok’s face, and the way that it instantly melted at your confession... brows furrowing and mouth pressing into a velvety line. The entire clinic must’ve known about your financial situation by now - about how you could barely afford food for yourself, let alone the bills from the clinic - since more oftentimes than not, you’d ask for a grace period from paying for the visits. 

 “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wasn’t trying to insinuate that you’re in the wrong here,” he began, but his slight frown only seemed to deepen as he spoke the words, “It’s just that- these symptoms shouldn’t be ignored for that long.” 

 At that, your heart started beating frantically inside your chest. Your focus landed on Nyx, who was now resting atop the table, with her eyes closed peacefully. “W-What? What do you mean by that? Is something wrong-”

 Yongbok reached over then, giving your shoulder a delicate pat. “I can’t confirm anything myself, but I’m going to take Nyx back to the X-Ray rooms to examine her better. Then, I’ll give the data to Dr. Lee and he can examine the diagnosis.” He gingerly scooped up Nyx into his arms, pressing her against his chest. 

 “O-Okay, but-” You began, but were soon cut off by the way that Yongbok gave you a slight, reassuring smile. 

 “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’m sure Nyx is just fine.” Is the last thing he said, before he was quickly filing out of the room with your cat in his hold, leaving you all alone. 

 And as soon as he shut the door closed, you were a nervous wreck. Your knees bounced up and down, hands turning clammy and breath falling out in shaky gasps as your mind raced a mile a minute with countless thoughts. 

 Would Nyx be okay? 

 Was she sick? 

 What was so wrong with her? 

 The wait time to see the doctor usually wasn’t that long, but this time - this time, it felt different. 

 It felt like each minute stretched out before you in an endless cycle, sending you down a deep and deeper spiral of anguish as you tried to wrack your brain around the entire situation.

 When finally, there was a gentle knock on the door. 

 You had been holding your head in either of your hands, but upon hearing footsteps against the linoleum floors, you peered up to see Dr. Lee closing the door behind him. He was dressed in his usual garb - dress slacks, a simple white button-down, and his white doctor's coat. 

 Dr. Lee was silent, as he wheeled his chair over to you. And only then did you notice that Nyx was missing. That he wasn’t carrying her in his arms- like he usually did when he brought her back from the closed examination room. 

 And you knew the moment that he sat down, that something was wrong. 

 Because usually, when his eyes caught yours as he walked through the examining room’s door, his entire face would light up with one of those brilliant smiles that women gushed over. Usually, he’d be the first one to crack a stupid joke - whether it was something lame about the weather outside, or about the crazy animal that he just had an encounter with before seeing you. 

 But this time? 

 No, this time it was very different. 

 His proud shoulders were slumped low, cheekbones dark with shadows, and plump, red lips pressed together in a firm line. 

 He clenched and unclenched his jaw once, 

 twice, 

 three times.

 Then, and only then, did his eyes meet yours. 

 And they said all you needed to know. 

 Just by the way that his dark, chestnut-brown pupils danced with a myriad of emotions; apprehension, fear, compassion, but most of all… sadness. 

 “What is it?” 

 The words flowed from your lips before you even knew what you were asking, and almost immediately, you were sitting up a little straighter in your chair. 

 Spine going rigid, fists growing tight at your sides. 

 Something swam, cool and deep, inside of you.

 Chilling you to the bone, with tense unease.  

 In the depths of your mind, you felt the pinprick of ominous heartache prodding at the fleshy part of your soul. 

 The part that was weak and emotional and so very tender all of the time. 

 “I’m so sorry.” 

 Was the first thing Dr. Lee said. 

 You already felt the tears flowing, unbidden and unchecked, warming your suddenly freezing cheeks, at the sound of ‘sorry’ leaving his mouth. Because he had never said such a thing to you before. And you never, ever, wanted to hear it come from him again. 

 “What’s wrong?” You prodded again, limbs growing a little shaky in your anxiety. Breath hitching in your chest agonizingly, you could physically feel your heart pushing against your ribs. 

 Aching, 

 Burning, 

 Already seeping with hurt, even though you didn’t quite know what was wrong just yet. 

 Dr. Lee ran a rough hand up and down his face, sighing into his palm, shaking his head once. Then, his fingers were running through his black locks, tugging at the roots just a tiny bit. 

 Almost like, this crushed him just as much as it was about to pain you. 

 “It’s about Nyx.” 

 Swallowing over the huge lump forming in your throat proved very difficult at that moment, but somehow - by some miracle - you did it. 

 Your tongue felt heavy inside of your mouth- like it was made of hard metal. 

 For a few beats, you couldn’t manage to form the right words, but when you did, you already felt the stability seeping out of you. Like you were a hot air balloon that had been poked with a sharp needle, with the scalding air and sanity flooding from you in a single breath. 

 “I’m sorry, Miss. Y/N, I-”

 “Just fucking say it, Dr. Lee!” You suddenly exclaimed, voice straining from your quiet sobs. The fat tears rolled down either of your cheeks, leaving angry wet trails in their wake. 

 He was silent after that, gaze running up and down the length of you slowly. Like you were one of his animals that he assessed daily - like he was testing out your strength and resolve. 

 Then, his eyes snapped back up to meet yours, and they melted into two puddles of grief. 

 “It seems as though Nyx is suffering from an acute form of bone cancer.” 

 And just like, your heart completely stopped. 

 Each breath you took felt garbled and all wrong. 

 Your shaky legs and arms wobbled all around you.  

 The floor crumbled underneath your feet, 

 Breaking, cracking, shattering irrevocably. 

 And in that moment, you wished for nothing more but for it to open up completely, and swallow you whole. 

 Please, 

 Oh, fuck, please- 

 Just swallow me already. 

 Because anything, 

Anything, 

 Would be better than this newfound hell. 

 “No- no, you’re lying.” You said in a low, gravelly voice. You were clutching onto the arms of your chair, holding on for dear life. Like if you squeezed hard enough, you would be able to wake up and all of this would just fade away into a bad dream. 

 “Miss. Y/N, I’m so sorry but-” Dr. Lee started in a calm tone, but his face read everything but calm - as his brows wrinkled with concern and his brown eyes were alight with a certain kind of sadness. 

 “This is a bad dream, it has to be a bad dream,” you cut him off, violently shaking your head from side to side in your disbelief. If you just pinched yourself, maybe then you’d wake up from such a hell. So that’s exactly what you did. 

 Grabbing one of your arms, you frantically pinched at the skin there. 

 Again, 

 And again, 

 And again. 

 The tears blurred your vision so much that it was hard to see what was in front of you - hard to notice the angry red mark that started to bloom out across your flesh at your abuse. 

 Just then, two warm hands took hold of either of yours, fingers sliding between fingers, calloused palms squeezing your own.

 The dark-haired figure was kneeling in front of you then, still holding onto your hands. Your heart felt like it was breaking over and over just beneath your ribcage. With each breath that you took, a new piece of it shattered off to swim in the blood flowing through your veins. 

 “Those symptoms that Nyx has been having are all signs of an acute form of bone cancer, Miss. Y/N. And, they will get worse,” the man said, his low, familiar voice running across your ears and nudging at a tender, warm spot deep inside of you. 

 “B-But she’ll get better, right? You can heal her, right, doctor?” You asked, throat straining from all of the tears. Through your hazy vision, you clutched a little harder at his hands. 

 There was a pause of silence on his end after that, which only made you feel worse. 

 When he finally spoke again, it felt like your world merely crumbled further and further. “Yongbok told me about your… situation, and why you didn’t bring her in earlier. But, because of the wait time, the cancer has developed into an acute case. The only options for helping her at this stage are- amputation and chemotherapy.” 

 It felt like someone took a bucket of ice-cold water and doused your entire form as soon as his words registered in your mind. 

 Because if you hadn’t waited so long to get it checked out, 

 If you hadn’t put it off because you didn’t have the money, 

 If you didn’t have such a low-paying, shitty job,

 Then Nyx never would’ve gotten the cancer in the first place. 

 Instinctually, you ripped your hands out of Dr. Lee’s grasp. It was the first time you had ever had physical contact with him - and the feeling left you feeling both sick to your stomach and also sent anxious butterflies to erupt throughout your system. 

 “Oh fuck- it’s my fault,” you said in an incredulous tone, fingers digging into your scalp and tearing at your roots there. “If I hadn’t waited so long, she never would’ve gotten this and she wouldn’t be-”

 You felt a heavy hand land atop one of your shoulders, nimble fingers pressing into your skin just slightly. Enough to help ground you back to reality. “I know it’s difficult right now, but I promise it’s going to be okay. You just have to take a few deep breaths and-”

 “Where is she?” You asked in a low voice, having the sudden urge to hold your baby in your arms. Maybe, if she just felt you, she’d be healed… “Where is my Nyx, Dr. Lee?” 

 But you didn’t even wait for him to reply, as you tore away from his hold and hurried to the door, grabbing Nyx’s carrier on the way out. Faintly, you registered Dr. Lee calling out to you from behind, but you paid no mind to it and instead ran through the hallway just outside of the examination room.

 “Nyx!” You called out, tone turning desperate. You raced down the hallway, sneakers hitting the concrete at your feet. “Nyx!” The tears clouded your vision, so it was hard to see where you going. But even still, you glimpsed Hyunjin coming out from a room in the back of the clinic, with a black mass of fur laying in his arms. 

 You cried out in relief at the sight of her, and in an instant, you were running forward and scooping her up and into your grasp. Pressing your face into her warm body, you cuddled her close. 

 “Y/N-” Hyunjin began, sympathy heavy in his tone. You felt his eyes travel across your face as you looked down at your sickly cat, with fat tears falling down your cheeks and a rapidly-beating heart. 

 “Let’s go home, my sweet girl…” You whispered so that only Nyx could hear you. And you couldn’t help but notice how light she felt in your arms - she hadn’t had much of an appetite in the last few months, and it pained you so much to know that you hadn’t realized it until it was too late. 

 Then you were turning away from Hyunjin, not even giving him any attention, as you rushed through the hallway and pressed onwards to the front desk area. Faintly, you could hear people calling out your name from somewhere in the back of the clinic. 

 But you couldn’t concentrate on any of that. All you could think of was your beautiful cat, who was peacefully sleeping in your arms. “Just a little bit longer, Nyx, we’re almost home…” 

 The rest of the week passed by in a blur of heartache and tears, as you battled with yourself and your mind to try and come to terms with what was happening. 

 With what you were going to lose. 

 It was hard to focus on anything else besides the impending doom that seemed to be right on your doorstep. You were slacking off at your work, which caused your boss to ream you out the next Monday morning. But you couldn’t help it - every time you tried to think about anything else besides Nyx, and losing her, the stormy feelings just came back tenfold. 

 You had found yourself holed up in your office’s bathroom stalls on more than one occasion already, and by the time it hit a week since you had visited the clinic, it felt like all of the tears had been completely drained from your body. 

 Every time you looked at her, you wanted to cry. You wanted to, but your body just wouldn't let you. So instead, you took to staying up late into the night and researching remedies to alleviate the pain of cancer - because truly, you hadn’t gotten a solid five hours of sleep since the diagnosis. 

 After two weeks, you had tried all of the solutions that you could find online - that ranged from implementing natural, whole foods into Nyx’s diet to rubbing lavender oil all over her limbs to try and soothe the pain from standing. Seeing her slowly start to deteriorate in front of your very eyes was possibly the worst part about it all - and how she’d whine and cry while walking around the house. Even Taffy could sense that something was wrong when her friend no longer had the energy to play with her anymore. 

 Throughout all of it, you avoided the phone calls. And they could be from only one ID - since you didn’t have any friends or family members who cared enough about you to call three times a day. Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic called you without fail, and they were adamant about getting in contact. No doubt Chan was on the other line the whole time, trying to talk some sense into you. 

 But you just couldn’t do it - couldn’t bring yourself to walk through those doors and face the dark road ahead that most-assuredly lead to death. Because you had already extensively researched the therapy for treating Nyx’s kind of cancer, and it was looking quite bleak. The procedures were so fucking expensive, it baffled you how anyone in their right mind could be able to afford such things. 

 Everything changed though, when on one Saturday night, you arrived home late from running errands and found Nyx sprawled out on your living room’s small, rickety couch. You scurried over to her side and shook her awake. But she wouldn’t open her eyes. And it seemed like she was hardly breathing. You called out to her again and again, startling Taffy of your presence. 

 When finally, Nyx awoke. After much pleading and crying, she opened her eyes lazily and stretched. 

 And so it was decided right then and there, that you’d go into the clinic that night. 

 You couldn’t afford to put it off any longer, and frankly, you had the feeling that Nyx couldn’t either. It was getting close to eight o’clock in the evening, and the clinic closed its doors for the weekend right at eight, so you made quick haste out of your dingy hell-hole-of-an-apartment. 

 When you arrived at Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic, the entire place was dark. You peeked through the windows and noticed the empty waiting room. “No, no- no…” You muttered to yourself, checking the time on your phone and reading that it was a little past eight. 

 You quickly looked around the street, noticing how most of the shops were already closed up for the weekend. Feeling the panic rising inside of you, you began to furiously knock on the glass door of the clinic. If someone was back there, maybe you could get ahold of Dr. Lee and- 

 “Miss. Y/N?” You heard a friendly, faint voice say from somewhere to your side. Turning around to the sound of it, you came face-to-face with Dr. Lee himself. He had his doctor’s coat off and was dressed in his usual work clothes of slacks and a dress shirt. “What are you-”

 You pressed your hands against your chest, trying to calm your heart that was painfully beating against your ribcage. “Dr. Lee- please, it’s… it’s Nyx.” 

 His brown eyes flashed across the length of your form, the fading sunset coloring his skin in an orange and pink kind of glow. “Come inside, it’s too cold out to be standing around like this.” He said, already moving to unlock the front door of the clinic. After all, it was early spring and the nights tended to grow on the cooler side of things once the sun dipped below the horizon.

 “Okay, thanks,” you whispered, following behind him as the two of you shifted through the clinic. Dr. Lee made his way over to a cluster of chairs in the corner of the waiting room.  

 “Please, sit.” He pointed to the nearest chair and waited for you to get situated before taking the seat just beside you. “So, tell me what’s going on.” 

 And suddenly, you realized the gravity of the situation. You realized that it was just the two of you - Dr. Lee and you - sitting inside the clinic, alone. There weren’t any other clients around, there wasn’t Chan or Jeongin, or Yongbok. And all at once, it felt rather… intimate. 

 You squirmed in your seat, your shaking hands beginning to play with the worn hemline of your oversized hoodie. Taking a deep breath, you gathered up all of your courage and leveled your gaze on the nearby front desk that was placed in the center of the large waiting room. “Well, I-I got home today from running some errands, and I found Nyx lying on my couch. But it didn’t seem like she was napping like she normally does… and she, she wouldn’t wake up. I kept trying and trying and-” Your words came out all rushed and garbled, as the tears began to crest over your eyes and you felt your cheeks heating with the flush of emotion. 

 “Hey- hey, it’s okay… don’t push yourself, yeah?” Dr. Lee’s smooth voice did something to the broken part inside of you - caused something to stir and yet settle at the same time. “That must’ve been a very scary experience for you, so it’s understandable that you would be shaken up about it.” 

 And just like that, the guilt piled on even higher. 

 Because Dr. Lee had always been incredibly nice to you and your cats. He had always been there for you guys, through the ups and downs of life, and you felt so horrible for ignoring the clinic’s calls. Because you knew that the team at Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic only wanted the very best for you and your cats… and especially, Dr. Lee. 

 “I’m so sorry for ignoring the clinic’s calls,” you suddenly blurted out, feeling the blush rise and pool in your ears at the feeling of Dr. Lee’s gaze landing on you - assessing your nervous state. Your thumbs continued to fiddle with the fabric at your waist, pulling and pulling. “I-I just didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t want to face the issue. But, I now realize how stupid that was- how stupid I’ve been about this whole thing-” 

 “Don’t ever say that again, Y/N. You’re not stupid, and Nyx having cancer isn’t your fault. This was something that was inevitable and nothing you could do was going to stop it.” Dr. Lee cut through your words. You tried to comprehend what he was saying, but instead, your brain was only repeating the same phrase over and over again. 

 Y/N, 

 Y/N- 

 Y/N. 

 He had used your name, without putting ‘miss’ before it. He had never done such a thing in the past. He had always kept things professional and addressed you by your proper title - just like you had done for him. 

 But all at once, you realized that perhaps you didn’t mind it at all. And perhaps, his dropping the honorifics wasn’t so bad. 

“Still, I’m sorry for not answering the calls,” you said, shaking your head slowly in defeat. You were desperately trying to battle the furious blush that was slinking up your neck at the way that he had said your name. It sounded so perfect and beautiful on his tongue, like- 

 “I was the one making all of those calls, and I can assure you that I didn’t take your silence to heart. I understand what you’re going through right now because I’ve experienced something similar in the past with one of my passed cats.” 

 At that, your eyes tore away from the front desk and landed on Dr. Lee. Your gazes locked, and inside his chestnut-brown eyes, you found so many different emotions there… compassion and gentleness. There was a certain kind of faded light there, as you stared at him. 

 “I… I didn’t know. I just assumed that it was Chan or Jisung…” 

 Dr. Lee shrugged his proud shoulders nonchalantly, like him calling you three times a day to try and work out a treatment plan for Nyx wasn’t that big of a deal. 

 When in actuality, 

 No one in your entire life had ever tried so frantically to get ahold of you. 

 And the fact that it was him- behind the phone, waiting for you to pick up, hearing your voicemail click on every time the dial failed… just made you feel even worse. 

“But that’s all in the past now, so don’t worry about it anymore,” Dr. Lee began, waving a hand in the air to seemingly try and clear your thoughts away. You watched in silence, then, as his hand slid away from his lap and hovered over yours. In a single beat, his fingers were threading through yours, palm against palm. And his hand was so incredibly warm and familiar. “Now, let’s instead focus on Nyx’s treatment, yeah? The sooner we can give her the help she needs, the better.” 

 For a few seconds, the thoughts of your dying childhood best friend had vanished from your mind and were instead replaced with the feeling of Dr. Lee’s hand holding yours and the way that his tongue formed your name, and the way he smelled - sitting so close to you - of warm chamomile and sweet cookies. 

 Immediately, at the mention of Nyx, you felt the tears prick at the corners of your eyes once more. “I-I don’t have the money.” 

 Silence filled the space around the two of you after that, and you felt Dr. Lee’s gaze studying your form, as you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment. “You mean for her treatment?” 

 “Y-Yeah… I, I don’t make that much. I can barely afford her and Taffy’s regular bills as it is. But, having to pay for the cancer treatment on top of everything else? I-I just don’t think I can manage that.” 

 You felt Dr. Lee shift in his seat beside you, making your eyes spring open as you watched the pained expression cast over his entire face. It darkened his cheekbones, shooting a look of pity through his eyes. 

 “The treatment is really expensive, I’m afraid.” 

 The hiccups started then, as the tears traced down your cheeks faster. Your entire body shook with the cries, “This is why I didn’t want to come here again… I didn’t want to hear the news that nothing else could be done except- except that.” 

 It was like the fucking jumbo-sized elephant in the room… 

 The fact that- the only other solution to Nyx’s cancer would be to put her down. 

 To euthanize her. 

 Gone, forever. 

 Just like that. 

 And even though you weren’t naïve enough to think that your cat would live forever, saying goodbye to her in such a way just felt downright… cruel, after everything that the two of you had been through together. But... what other choice did you have? It's not like anyone else was going to pay for the expensive treatment, and your insurance sure as hell didn't cover pet fees. And on top of all that, you couldn't expect Dr. Lee to drop his prices exponentially just for your specific case. That'd just be downright cruel to his other customers that paid the exact amount. 

“I’m afraid you’re right,” Dr. Lee’s words cut through your stormy thoughts. A sharp pain coursed through your broken heart, as you were forced to come to terms with the problem at hand. “If you can’t afford the treatment, then the only other alternative is… euthanasia.”

 You found yourself clutching onto his hand desperately, squeezing his fingers to death between yours, as you peered up at him through glassy eyes. “P-Please… just… just tell me you’ll do it. Because I-I don’t think I can handle it if-” Your voice seized in your chest at the thought of some stranger doing such a thing to your precious Nyx. It was already going to be extremely hard for you, but the thought of some other vet doing it just ripped your heart in two even more. 

 “We offer ethical euthanasia here, so, of course, I’ll do it,” Dr. Lee clutched a little harder on your hand, and the way that his warm, slender digits felt against yours did something to calm a rattling part inside of you. “Do you feel my hand? It is there, Y/N. And it will continue to be there throughout this entire process.” 

 The breath caught in your throat, forming a large lump there, as your eyes widened his way. Because there it was again, him calling you by your first name… with no ‘miss’ in front of it. 

 “T-Thank you… so much. I seriously don’t know what I’d do right now if it wasn’t for you and this wonderful clinic and all of the amazing staff here…” Your voice trailed off, as you felt the warmth of a flush creeping up into your cheeks. 

 “Yeah, well, that’s what we’re here for… to give as much support as we can to our clients.” Dr. Lee’s tone came out soft and quiet, it ghosted over the shell of your ear like an angel’s sweet whisper. 

 “I like it.” 

 You heard Dr. Lee take in a sharp breath at your disjointed words, but before he could ask the meaning behind them, you were talking again. 

 “You calling me by my first name, I mean… I like it, a lot, Dr. Lee.” Your eyes found him in the dim lighting of the room, and for a split second, you could’ve sworn that you saw… something flash deep in those chestnut-brown pupils. 

 But then all at once, it vanished, and he was giving you an easy smile, pearly white teeth on display. And pink, rosebud lips tugging up- wait, why were you thinking about his mouth? 

“Me too,” he said in that delicate way of his, just as he squeezed your palm once more, “I really like it… Y/N.” 

To be continued...

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[mysecretkingdom]

I’ve had this idea for Mihawk’s tragic ass background for a bit now, but bc I know no matter how I write it I won’t be happy so I decided to just use bullet points to get it out there (if there’s anything that seems plot hole-y/inconsistent I am sorry I’m tired and tried to remember everything at once ^^*)

•born in a quiet village Somewhere™️ (doesn’t really matter where, just needs to be quiet and small)

•only child who lives with his parents - a swords master (father) and a seamstress (mother)

•father gets an invitation by a rich family to come live with them so that their eldest son may learn how to use a sword from one of the best, and he accepts so he and his little family pack up and move to the castle on Kuraigana

•because the castle family is rich and important they have marines that patrol the area very regularly, with a few even staying inside the castle as personal guards

•the three of them arrive and are shown their living space so they can get settled in blah blah blah; as Mihawk explores the castle he finds out the reason why the rich people specifically asked his father to train their son: they want him to be able to wield the supreme grade sword in their possession (Yoru)

•the rich family has three kids, two younger (around the ages of 5/6) and the eldest son (15; eleven years older than Mihawk)

•Mihawk doesn’t really interact with the two other kids his age outside of the homeschooling system he’s allowed to participate in, but he’s practically the eldest son’s shadow (he alone is the reason why his family is here after all)

•ten years go by with nothing too interesting happening; the eldest brother and Mihawk grow close, so the two are basically step siblings

•one day Mihawk goes out to train by himself, but when he returns for SOME reason (can’t think of a good one sorry ): ) the marines that have been living alongside them in the castle received a call to arrest all the inhabitants and kill the ones that resist

•so when Mihawk sees the carnage he’s greeted with the sight of his dead parents and the dead body of the eldest brother, with the other inhabitants either already arrested or are on the run somewhere on the island

•he (at 14 years old) manages to grab Yoru and escape the castle without being caught - definitely managing to kill a few marines along the way, running for what feels like hours as he finds a place to hide the sword since he’s too short to be able to wield the weapon properly; he makes a promise to himself that when he’s able to he’ll come back for the sword, wanting to keep the weapon out of anyone else’s hands

•with the sword hidden he continues to run, finding himself on the shoreline where the other escaped inhabitants are currently boarding a small escape vessel and are happy to see that at least one of the castle’s children made it out

•this event is obviously why Mihawk hated the marines and hunts them down, so as he slowly becomes stronger (and taller) over the next couples of years he decides it’s time to go get Yoru, sailing himself/hitching a ride (haven’t decide ): ) to Kuraigana to retrieve the sword and happy to find that she’s still there (the only thing he has left of a family— his family —that was slaughtered)

It’s very important (to me :] ) that Mihawk is an only child bc, speaking from experience, it’s a WEIRD feeling to be born an only child, gain step siblings and then lose them (they’re not dead dw I wouldn’t randomly dump that here lmao) - starting from being alone as “this is fine! I don’t know what the other side is like, so this is fine” to gaining step siblings and going “oh, so this is what it’s like to not be alone. huh” back to “well… this is what I’m used to” is… an experience for sure

Again, is this written well? Again, no. I just needed to get this out of my brain :]

[grimalkinmessor]

Doing a little math again because I'm legit insane ✨✨ about Light Yagami ✨✨✨

THESE ARE ESTIMATES AND GUESSES DON'T COME FOR ME but I wanted to see how many people he'd killed by the time the broadcast happened!

I counted all the names on that one manga panel—thirty-two lines with four columns per row, which puts us at 128 names per page. There are obviously pages before the ones Light shoves in front of Ryuk, so that's already over 236 people dead.

Then the police say that all of Kira's kills are between the hours of 4:00pm and 2:00am—eleven hours total.

The average person can write anywhere from five to twenty words per minute; I took a guess and went with the upper bit of sixteen words per minute being Light's writing speed. NOW with this hypothesis (doing science in my DN headcanons now, watch me if-then), accounting for any breaks Light might have taken from writing between those hours by knocking two whole hours off altogether and making it a nice nine, given that he's shown to develop a bout of insomnia for that period—but not accounting for any names that are more or less words than two (which brings up the interesting question of if Light would need someone's middle name to kill them...hmm questions for another post)—Light fills about three and three quarters of pages per hour. That's 480 names per hour.

480 names an hour for nine hours is 4,320 names a day.

So in the frantic panicked haze Light would've been in during those five days before Ryuk showed up and told him he wouldn't be dying, Light likely killed somewhere around 21,600 people.

It slows drastically after this, because Light begins to calm down and think his kills through more thoroughly, developing an actual plan of action to justify all the people he's now killed. He starts getting proper sleep again, and likely does a lot more research because the "worst of the worst" (at least those in public eye) have already fallen under his pen. They had to have, given the number of them he nerfed in those first five days.

So he puts his sleep schedule back in place, starts doing more thorough research; that knocks his time down to about six hours a day to write names, give or take depending on the day. After Ryuk appears, there's only two more days before the broadcast. In those two days, using my prior calculations, Light likely killed around 5,760 additional people in those two days.

Putting his kill count as of the Lind. L. Tailor broadcast at a little over 27,000 people :D

(Then of course he levels out to twenty-four people per day once it comes out that L thinks Kira is a student, which is a FAR more drastic change from fucking over 4,000 per day. Really highlights how his priorities switched from cleaning the world to playing his fun new game with L lmao).

Do with this what you will ✨✨✨

[euclydya]

QUASTIONS!! 1) what's a song yall really like that yall would love to hear be covered by a different artist? 2)what's the name/type of the plushie closest to yall right now? 3) what's your drawing set up like? are yall usually sitting/laying somewhere specific? BONUS 4) can you count to eleven, mate? :3

STATEMENTS: 1) sorry today was a shitty pain day that sucks :( wishing yall better, easier days ahead 🫂 <333 2) i saw that yall changed your userbox to Constellation YAY YAY THATS SO COOL!!! :D!! i love cassiopeia, hell yeah!!! 3) [spinkles more stardust on yall] 🪄 ✨ 👍

EXPLODER BY AUDIOSLAVE COMES TO MIND!!!! can you GUESS who I'd love to hear cover this. can you Guess. ........ it's chonny jash HSSHSJDJDJ but seriously we'd love to hear him cover ANY of our favourite songs?? which shows how deep into this hyperfixation we are i think HFJDSJDJFJ. like I'd be listening to a fucking, vocaloid song ajd I'd be like "waow wouldn't it be cool if chonny covered this one day :))" and mind would be like "that's never gonna happen??" and I'll be like Shut up lmao DUHDEJEJEJDJF

let's seee we have a ton of plushies near us rn actually cuz we use em as pillows. rn we also have our sleeping buddies Starlily the Munna and Bnuuy the bunny near us too! Bnuuy is a bashful stardust bunny from jellycat she looks like this:

our drawing setup is.... baaaaaaddddd. we don't have a desk in our room so we sit on our bed to draw, usually in some fucked up position that is NOT good for our back or any part of our body JDDJSKDKFKE when available tho we sit in the living room and draw in the recliner! A bit more comfortable tbh and a bit better for our back but some days the fatigue makes it impossible to sit up in there like today/yesterday (it would. Technically be Yesterday since it's 5 am but alas it isn't a new day to us until the sun rises lmao!)

OH GOD OH FUCK...... yea <3 UAAIAJAKDKDKDKSK

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Thank you friend <3 we haven't had a flare up in a WHILE, not sure what caused it but jesus CHRIST were our bones crunchy fhdjsjekfifke hell on earth. got so bad PT had to front jfc!!

YEAH!! yeah we're slooowly making the switch to star-like language for our system! still working things out but we do like constellation over system for us as a whole :3c tho both are fine to call us! we'll probably use em both interchangeably!

[gets spinkled] THANK YOU AUSUSJDJFJ

-Heart

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Happy International Asexuality Day! 🖤🤍💜

Wishing all ace-spec people the best today (and every day), from one asexual to another. Here are a few st ace headcanons that I find fun, even if not all of them are my main ones lol :)

Flag explanations:

Chrissy Cunningham

Cupiosexual. Lack of sexual attraction but a desire for sexual relationships.

Eleven Hopper

Quoisexual. Don’t relate to/understand concepts of sexual attraction and orientation.

Carol Perkins

Aroace. Both aromantic and asexual.

Billy Hargrove

Graysexual. Someone who falls somewhere on the spectrum between asexual and allosexual.

Steve Harrington

Requissexual. Limited or no sexual attraction due to emotional exhaustion.

All ace microlabels are valid and important and I love you all. Yes, even the ones some people might find silly. Whatever labels bring you comfort are amazing.

The urge to find someone to make sex-repulsed or aegosexual for projection reasons was strong lmao. Maybe in the future :)

[demons-and-demigods]

Demons and Demigods Part Eleven: Written Scene #6.5: Sparta

Look, I'm not sure if I should classify this as a written scene or not, so I'm just gonna call it both lore and a scene, but there is a fair bit of proper writing in here, it's just split up between a bunch of hand-wavey bits lmao

Pylos and getting the poison from Frank’s ‘cousins’ goes the same, they get back to the Argo II, chat about Piper’s visions and wtf the deal is with the chained god’s heartbeat in Sparta, Percy makes his comment about ‘send Leo, he’s immune to fire. Shit, I’ll go with some fuckin’ water balloons, Ares and I have tangled before, I’m more than happy to pummel him again,’ Annabeth reigns him in since Piper’s vision showed the two of them, they table the discussion for the moment and decide to just get going. The sea serpent is eyeing them, they decide to fly instead of sail. Off they go to Sparta!

They arrived in Sparta. Piper shared her dream about the giant waiting for them and shit, and Percy crossed his arms. His face darkened, lips twisting into a snarl, and all the pipes in the ship burst. Piper jumped. Somewhere else in the ship, she heard Leo yelp. 

“Carajo mierda! ¿Qué carajo, Percy!” Leo cursed loudly in Spanish as water and various other liquids started to leak through the walls. 

Percy didn’t react. 

“That’s it,” he said darkly, his voice lower than Piper had ever heard it. It rumbled from deep in his chest and she swore she could feel it in her bones. “I’m coming with you.”

Piper tried not to let on just how terrified she was. Percy had always been scary, even without trying to be. But ever since he and Annabeth had returned from Tartarus, it was like Percy was barely able to reign himself in anymore and Annabeth had taken to just watching him with a knowing glint in her eye whereas before she would have stopped him before he went too far. Percy’s mere presence set Piper on edge, her fight-or-flight instinct rearing its head the moment he entered a room. 

Piper knew that he would never hurt her or any of their friends on purpose, but after what Leo had told her about what happened with Nike, well. She just hoped they didn’t ever get caught in the crossfire. 

Right then, Piper was barely resisting the urge to flee as Percy glared at her and Annabeth, daring them to tell him no. Piper tried not to let her legs shake. Annabeth just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms right back. 

“Absolutely not, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth said sternly and raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. “Piper and I are more than capable of taking care of ourselves, and as much as I don’t want to leave your side either, Percy, we have to remember what the Giants said. They need the blood of a man and a woman to wake Gaea. If there really is a Giant waiting for us down there, we can’t send one of each; we’d just be giving them exactly what they want.” 

Percy growled low in his throat and Piper jumped when thunder cracked though the sky. 

“I don’t like this any more than you do, Percy, but the thunderstorm and exploding pipes are unnecessary. Honestly, if you don’t stop blowing up the plumbing, I think Leo might strangle you.” Annabeth said with a light laugh as she stepped forward to place her palms flat against his chest. 

Piper watched with wide eyes as Annabeth met Percy furious gaze with an indulgent smile, completely at ease even as the ship rocked from the force of the winds summoned alongside Percy’s storm by his anger. 

Annabeth bounced up on her tiptoes to give Percy a quick kiss. Percy let out a resigned sigh as his face melted into a soft grin. He slumped at the fight visibly drained from him and shook his head. 

“One of these days I’ll remember how futile it is to try and argue with you,” he said with a chuckle, and every trace of his frightening display of anger and power washed away by a kiss from his girlfriend. He sighed again. “I really, really don’t like this,” he said pointedly, “But I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself and I have no right to stop you.” He leaned down and kissed Annabeth languidly, one hand coming up to cup her jaw and the other tangling in her hair. “I guess I should go apologize to Leo and help clean up the mess I made,” he said when they finally parted for air. “Promise me you’ll be safe, Wise Girl.” 

Annabeth smiled. “Of course I will, Seaweed Brain. You’re still not getting rid of me that easily.” She gave him one more quick kiss before waving him off as they both laughed. She watched her boyfriend disappear around the corner with a tender look on her face. 

Then, she sighed and turned to Piper, her face settling into a determined mask. “Come on,” she said. “We’d better get going before he decides he’s coming anyway, my reasoning be damned.” 

Annabeth and Piper head off to do their thing. Very little changes here. Their conversation on the hill goes a little differently since Annabeth isn’t afraid of Percy and the Akhlys thing (actually she thought it was pretty hot, Percy offering to kill a goddess for her). Annabeth had told Piper some of the stuff that happened Down There, but the ‘ranked list of scary things that happened’ is more Piper’s thing than Annabeth’s. Annabeth was scared, of course, never of Percy, though, but rather of y’know, the possibility of dying and not making it back to their friends and losing Percy and stuff like that. When she talked about scary things Percy had done, it wasn’t with fear, it was always with admiration and love and a lot of ‘gods, I love him’s thrown in. Piper was the one to label his actions scary. Annabeth mooned over them. 

So when Piper is like “You’re thinking about Percy,” and they have their little feelings talk, Annabeth doesn’t talk about how he scared her standing there at the edge of Chaos threatening a goddess, but instead she talks about how incredible it was to watch him reduce a goddess to begging for mercy, how much she loved him for being willing to do whatever it took for them to make it out of there, how thrilling the knowledge was that he’d have killed Akhlys if she’d asked him to, how exhilarating it felt to have that kind of power and control over a situation. 

Piper is trying very hard not to freak out. Because seriously. What the fuck, Annabeth. But she manages to keep her cool (at least outwardly) and then there’s the surge of fear and the topic shifts and Annabeth mentions how terrifying it was to be blinded and separated from Percy by the arai, the bone-deep fear she’d felt when Bob healed her and she saw Percy on the ground, covered in blood and barely hanging on as he struggled to breathe, learning that he was dying of gorgon’s blood and there was nothing Bob could do to help him. Piper comforts her and then they notice the flame geysers. 

They go to check those out, Annabeth is frustrated she can’t find a pattern, Piper figures out they’re not logical, they’re emotional, and she jumps down the hole. Annabeth follows a moment later after she anchored a rope and Piper cut off the dragon head spouting the flames. They realize it’s a temple of fear, not just of Ares, and it’s fucking with their emotions. The Giant appears to taunt them, and they take off running. 

Annabeth is spiraling, she is definitely having a Very Not Good Time. Piper is doing her best to snap Annabeth out of it, but Mimas is Not helping and it's just a rough time all around. Mimas keeps taunting them, Piper keeps quipping right back. She talks about her godly brothers, Deimos and Phobos, and then Mimas makes his mistake. 

He insults Damasen. 

Annabeth attacks him in a fury and does some serious damage in her rage. 

Things go south for them again. Piper coaches Annabeth to stop trying to plan and just feel things, listen to her gut. Annabeth admits that she doesn’t think she can do that. 

Piper tells her to focus on getting revenge for Bob and Damasen. 

Annabeth is quiet for a moment, and then she says, “I’m good now,” and commits terrible acts of violence against Mimas <3 

Piper makes her sacrifice to the makhai, only since she doesn’t have the cornucopia, she instead slices her forearm and lets her blood drip onto the statue. Then she frees the makhai, they make their deal with her, and Mimas dies. 

Piper and Annabeth haul ass back to the Argo II and then they continue on their way. 

A few days later, after heading back out to sea and deciding to sail instead of fly while Jason was down for the count, they got caught in a massive storm. 

[felixantares]

Snippet Sunday

This is by far one of the most ridiculous ideas I’ve ever had, but it was brought up again earlier today and I have no plans of finishing this one shot, so I’m dumping what I have and calling it a day lmao the premise was post-war drarry, draco gets a muggle job but the only place he can find that will hire him is this ridiculous cat cafe and harry is on a terrible date with a girl who wants to go in and see the cats. harry and draco meet again after 3 years and crack ensues

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The bell above the door jingled and the sound of obnoxious laughter faded as the last of the morning rush cleared out, leaving Draco alone behind the counter for the first time since eight that morning. He tidied up the visiting area, clearing empty cups and picking up discarded toys — was it really so hard to clean up after themselves — all the while dodging the cats that ran up meowing for attention, as if they didn’t spend all day being pet already.

Clean up done, his eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall and he nearly screamed when it only read half past eleven. The day would never end.

He poked his head into the kitchen where Beth was leaning against a freshly cleaned stainless steel counter, scrolling through her phone as the ovens whirled away, filling the air with the smell of sickly-sweet pastry.

“Can you watch the counter?” he asked. “I’m going out for a fag before I snap and stab the next person who laughs at the new uniform.”

She shrugged without looking up, which he took as an enthusiastic yes, so he grabbed his coat and hurried out the back door. He ripped the offending uniform from his head as soon as he was clear of the café.

Their manager had decided that the uniform needed an ‘upgrade’ (which Draco had learned usually meant making things worse) so now in addition to the pink and white lace apron, the uniform also included a pair of fuzzy white cat ears on a headband. He’d protested both heavily, but their manager was an unusually sadistic woman who clearly enjoyed his suffering and had only laughed at him.

“They’re supposed to be ridiculous. You sell sparkly cupcakes and pillows shaped like cats to people who only come in looking to pet the cats. These are cute and will bring in more customers!” she had said.

Yeah, more customers looking to snap photos and laugh at the grown man wearing cat ears, he thought.

The cold bit at his fingers as he fumbled for his lighter and he cursed as it fell out of his hands. He should’ve followed his mother’s example and moved somewhere warm, instead of refusing to leave London — only cowards ran, and he was done being a coward.

It was a stupid sentiment, in retrospect, but he’d said those words to his mother when she’d brought up the idea and now his pride refused to let him back down.

Pride that the fuzzy ears were quickly eroding.

The lighter was broken, he discovered. It refused to make so much as a spark, and he really did scream then, grinding the useless hunk of plastic under the heel of his boot. Five years without magic had seemed like a small price to pay for his crimes at the time, but when he couldn’t even light a fucking cigarette without fear of violating parole, he really questioned the fairness of it.

He stomped back inside, shoving the stupid ears back on his head. Beth didn’t bother looking up as she headed past him back into the sanctuary of the kitchen. He envied her job far from the public eye but his last attempt at baking told him he was far better off out front.

From behind him, a raspy mrow made him jump. Sitting on the counter was a massive orange and white cat.

He glared at it. “Marmaduke, you know you’re not supposed to be on the counter.”

The cat stared back at him, unmoving.

He sighed and resigned himself to the company. Any attempts to move the orange beast would be met with claws, as he’d learned his first week there. A year later and the infernal thing still hadn’t been adopted and was meaner than ever.

A glance at the clock told him it was only quarter to twelve. He slumped over the counter next to Marmaduke, face pressed to the cool wood as he contemplated just turning in his apron and walking out. A patch of something sticky glued to his skin to the counter and he grimaced but couldn’t muster the energy to move. He’d quit tomorrow, he told himself.

The bell above the door jingled and with great effort he peeled himself off the counter.

He couldn’t force any enthusiasm to his voice as he gave the café’s scripted greeting, “Hi, welcome to Feline Sweet where our treats are as sweet as the kittens. What can I get for you today?”

He kept his eyes on the till; the idea of eye contact was exhausting. The only things he was vaguely aware of were faded denim jeans, dark skin, and tattoo covered hands, but that was enough to make his heart rate pick up — definitely not their normal clientele but definitely his type. There was someone else just beside the mystery guy, in black tights and a pale pink dress that seemed much more in line with their regular crowd.

There was an extended pause and he thought maybe they needed a minute to study the menu.

“Malfoy?” the tattooed man choked out.

This wasn’t happening. He knew that voice; he’d heard it almost every day for 7 years — but he forced his eyes up anyway.

That’s not fair, was his first thought. Potter had gone and gotten hot. Long curls pulled back in a messy bun, day old stubble that somehow looked intentional rather than sloppy, and Draco thought he could see dark lines of ink curling up from under his shirt collar.

They were staring at each other and Draco realised what he must look like — dark circles under his eyes, coffee stains on his shirt sleeves, and ridiculous fuzzy ears — the bloody cat ears. Heat spread across his face. Harry fucking Potter was standing in front of him looking like he’d walked off the pages of GQ, and he was wearing cat ears and a pink apron.

It was probably a good thing he didn’t have his wand, he thought. He’d have apparated himself to the bottom of the channel and let himself drown.

[xenon-demon]

also. tell me more about your Kas!Eddie please 🙏

ohhhhh Lui gravity is the AU that has just. grabbed me in its jaws and will not let go. I think about it CONSTANTLY and I don't think that will stop anytime soon. I've got a few asks about this one though so I'll START with talking about What's Going On In Hawkins circa the start of the fic. If you would like to know more about The Boy, Kas!Steve, then may I direct your attention to this post :D

So Eddie and Steve swap places right before the final fight, because Steve is injured at that point and Eddie isn't (and they figure staying at Eddie's trailer will be less dangerous that going to the Creel House). Everything else from that point proceeds as in canon; the bats get in, Steve dies, Max dies temporarily and the four gates connect and drive a massive rift through Hawkins.

From there, Hawkins basically descends into a semi-apocalyptic nightmare. The rift from the end of season 4 has caused major structural damage all over town, many buildings have been destroyed and lots of people have either evacuated or had to move into a local motel that's been converted into emergency housing for the people of Hawkins (that's where the Munsons are now staying). On top of that, the rift has basically destroyed the structural integrity between the Upside Down and our world; while the rift itself is not really a functional gate, there are a bunch of smaller gates randomly opening up around town now. More and more of them show up as time goes on. Some are small (think like the tree Nancy goes through in S1), some are much bigger (think bigger than Eddie's trailer roof gate), and most of them tend to fluctuate a bit in size/fade in and out of existence. This means that some creatures from the Upside Down are starting to bleed through these gates and end up in Hawkins looking for food.

The government, realizing everything went to shit the moment the rift opened up, rolls into Hawkins about 3-4 days after the "earthquake" saying they're here to "help with the relief efforts". (For those keeping score at home, yes this is after Team Russia & Team Cali have arrived back in Hawkins.) The official government cover story is along the lines of "hey, remember when HNL got shut down a few years back after that tragic chemical leak incident? Well, we've just discovered that a Rogue Individual (Brenner) was secretly dumping toxic chemicals and experimental materials into the local wilderness/burying them underground instead of disposing of them properly. This is the cause of the geological weirdness and mutated wildlife that some people are reporting. Everyone should leave Hawkins immediately if they can, and comply with any and all government orders if they can't". Not everyone believes this, of course, but the truth is so much more insane that most of town is at least willing to go along with it - and that's not counting the people who just up and leave because Hawkins is so super duper cursed at this point.

The main things the government is doing are:

regular patrols around the border of town and known gate hotspots, to catch and kill any UD creatures before they're spotted by civilians

nighttime curfew; you shouldn't be out after sundown unless you are going Directly from wherever you were during the day (i.e. your job) back to your home. you're not gonna get ARRESTED but the military will absolutely Escort You back to your house lmao

urging citizens to stay the fuck away from any weird sightings and report them to the armed forces as soon as possible, so the military can handle it

and yeah, they kind of are helping with the relief efforts in that they're making sure food and other important supplies are still getting into hawkins and making sure the recently-homeless have somewhere to stay, but they're doing the bare minimum really asfjknjvkdan

Essentially, as of the start of the fic (approx. a month after the rift opens up/the end of S4) the situation is this: Eleven and the Party know that in order to fix this, they have to defeat Vecna first and THEN close up any existing gates/the rift. (They also have a strong hunch that the Upside Down is Like That due to Vecna's influence.) The government officials in charge of the Hawkins occupation Do Not Believe That Is The Solution, and instead spend a lot of time wasting Eleven's time and energy by forcing her to close up gates as they appear. Between that and the fact the Party can't just storm into the Upside Down to get Vecna without a solid plan and probably armed back up, they're all feeling kind of hopeless about how to actually fix this. Especially since tensions are rising in Hawkins by the day, and the gate/monster sightings are only getting more and more frequent...

Send me an ask about my WIPs!

[divorcingjimmatthews]

season 2 episode 5 reactions as i watch

huge spoilers obviously

(this is mostly for myself to have somewhere to scream as i go, its LONG AF youve been warned)

RANDALL IS SCARING ME SO MUCH LIKE PLEASE DONT BANG ON STUFF WHAT IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY MAKE THE TALISMAN FALL I AM HAVING A HEART ATTACK WITH THIS SCENE. RANDALL STOP STOP STOP YOURE GOING TO DIE DUDE

(straight up cant watch the rest of the episode because i paused it and cant bring myself to unpause lmaooo. from ends here for me i guess)

ok its over thank god

JADE STOP DRINKING SOMEONE HELP THIS MAN. hes even sleeping with the fucking journal like please he needs 20 interventions

also dammit he actually moved to the bar i accidentally manifested it LMAO

can the show please stop torturing this man with the hallucinations please and thank you

TABITHA IS IN MAMA WOLF MODE LETS GO

boyd defending sara... knowing what happened to his wife and what she did... oh man. this hurts. knowing tabitha also lost a child before turns the intensity of all this to eleven millions

LMAO ok someone calling tabitha out for her basement hole and its consequences at long last. i love tabitha but like it has to be acknowledged

"That part i cant help you with" dang Good Line

honestly cant even imagine how sara is feeling i dont know what id be doing in her situation like just watching it stresses me so much.

ETHAN BABY :'(((( im sobbing

KRISTI IS SO PRETTY oh my god i am so bisexual right now. she cant just do this. the shirtttt. i think im seeing the sweetest and most beautiful woman in the world

dhsjfhsh marielle doing the same thing with the shirt that i had the reader do in my fic i cant even

"For a long time it smelled like you. Now it just smells" i laughed so hard

"Youre still you" 🥺

SARA GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU TRYING TO GET K oh yeah wait she probably is

oh its her house ok god i thought she'd gone to the matthews'

NEW HOUSE WHO DIS

cant belive an extra got one of the few houses this is so funny to me for no reason

this scene gosh. ouch. ouch. im taking 2 damage per second watching this episode

JADE. the bottles. jade my beloved this is point of no return level stuff. mrs Liu please come get him home

VICTOR

victoooor

"You dont look good" im losing it

thank you victor

victor 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love him. the sweetest

JADE IM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU DONT BE LIKE THISSS

"WAIT" i fucking cant i love this man

"This took me all fucking night" jade never stop being the funniest mf on the planet please

jim calling tabitha tabby is so sweet it got me

"Faith. In you" oh boy. Oh man. Oh boy oh man. This scene. How is this show hitting every singe fucking note.

donna brought up abby omgomg

OK BUT CAN YOU BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO FIND AN ALTERNATIVE THIS TIME

(maybe)

(arghhhh this is so hard)

"only monsters live in the woods" ethan i love everything you say. go my boy

(sara voice) okay

"The trees theyre changing" i love how victor is 100% harmless but could NOT be any more ominous lmaooo

CAR GRAVEYARD

"When i was alone i moved the cars because i didnt want to see them. Theres a lot more behind the rocks but those were already here" GODDAMMIT

no but victor is literally the sweetest man on earth. you were rightfully angry victor !! jade now you apologise.

"okay" ill kill him

victor sitting on the car 🥺🥺🥺🥺 im going to cry

what a scene. my god.

SARA HAS ONLY BEEN THERE FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS?

"Do you live here in town" ELGIN i love you

poor julie if she knew her crush is out there flirting with the local murderer

"I like what i like and i like owls" based. thats me writing 300 jade posts per day

oh boy this scene (me about every scene)

"THAT PART ALWAYS SEEMED A BIT LIKE WISHFUL THINKING TO ME" im. ill be processing for 3 years

"Did you do something that needs forgiving?" elgin my sweet boy

jim rightly proud of his badass kid

"you put hate inside me" :'(

is she gonna give her her stuff damn shes too nice

a part of me is feeling like shes gonna smash it tho lmao

SORRY FOR DOUBTING YOU MRS LIU

i am starting to assume that everyone forgot about tobey so jade is never even gonna know that it was sara lmao

KENNY

oh my god kenny

im hurt seeing him so hurt

TOWNSPEOPLE CAN WE GIVE KENNY A BREAK OVER HERE PLEASE WHAT R U STARING AT HES VERY RIGTHFULLY MAD HE HAS EVERY RIGHT

oh elgin

elgin youre too sweet

elginnnnn

everyones gonna hate you elgin 😭😭😭 i am suffering for you

KRISTI BECAME EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THIS IS NOT A DRILL

now please do jade

"KRISTI WHERE ARE YOU GOING BABY STOP"

KRISTI NO NO NOOOOOO

i love her so much

"People liked him, then he changed" dont do this to me

"I am at the end of my rope" oh god

TABITHA??????

holy fucking shit im going to die of heart attack

this doesnt have captions i dont know what the creepy ghost children are saying

I WAS LITERALLY THINKING I WISHED TABITHA AND JADE WOULD INTERACT AND LOOK AT THIS NOW

i knew jim would not vote box lets goo

BOYD WHY

Randall ????

OKAY that tabitha and marielle scene from last episode was bothering me so much i cant believe i didnt think of this

what an episode my god

[strandnreyes]

oversharing on the internet

thanks @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo !

ONE: Are you named after anyone? nope

TWO: When was the last time you cried? oooh thursday. it was a good one too

THREE: Do you have kids? no

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot? no. never.

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play? track & field, basketball, and tennis were a very big part of my life for a long time. essentially dominated my youth from the age I was old enough to sign up and then all through high school. now I can’t remember the last time I even touched a basketball

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?just general mannerisms I think. are they smiling, do they have an rbf, etc. (hyper aware of my own rbf lmao)

SEVEN: What's your eye colour? blue

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings. I don’t mind scary movies, but I also like the part at the beginning when everything is nice and happy skdjsk find myself wishing those people well even though I know what awaits them

NINE: Any special talents? I technically know how to play the piano but I haven’t actually seen a physical piano in years so I’m not sure I could play much more than hot cross buns

TEN: Where were you born? going with the classic hospital answer. one that I’ll be doing a clinical rotation at soon which I’m having an existential crisis about bc time really does just keep moving wow

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies? reading, writing, walking/running when it’s not brutally hot or brutally cold, baking

TWELVE: Do you have any pets? unfortunately no. would love a dog or cat when I live somewhere more permanent

THIRTEEN: How tall are you? 5’6”. which is AVERAGE @ my friends who call me short because I can barely touch at the deep end of the pool

FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school? anything science related (except ecology. loathe), psychology

FIFTEEN: Dream job: I can’t think of a single job I would love to do every single day for the rest of my working life hahah I like what I’m going for but it’s not like… my passion since I was a kid or anything like that

open tag to anyone!!

[liverpool-enjoyer]

MAX HEY what got u into soccer (as u call it) / ur football origin story ?!?!?

HI BESTIE I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!!

warning in advance i talk. so much. like half this info isnt even necessary to answer the question i jus like to run my big mouth.

so it all started when i was a wee lil lad. actually if you wanna be technical it starts before then!! basically i love soccer cause my dads loved it his whole life. n my dad loves soccer cause his dad loved soccer n i'll probly pass it on to my poor kiddos in the future lmao.

but yeah when i say dad loves soccer i MEAN it. he played when he was in school n continued to play after for the local club, a club made entirely of irish immigrants in new york. he is not irish. but he was rlly good so they were like aight. i have a ton a their trophies n yearbooks n stuff!! my dad was a goalie n helped them win a CHAMPIONSHIP (that he postponed his wedding for)!!! he got a buncha mvp votes n my opa has a plaque thanking him for being their biggest supporter :)) fun fact dads team played against usmnt goalie tim howard when he was younger. dont remember who won tho.

i know less abt opas exploits unfortunately, but by God did he love the sport. man could watch half a dozen games a day. oh wait nvm i jus remembered how could i forget he took my dad to PELES FAREWELL GAME IN '77??? oh yeah my dad n opa used to see the new york cosmos EVERY HOME GAME. so theyve literally seen pele himself more times than my dad can count. funny lil story they were season ticket holders but at the farewell game their seats were given to mohammed ali. as i type this i realize that sounds so made up but im not shitting you. look it up he was there.

so yeah naturally being raised by this man means being raised around soccer. as a baby i had a little plush soccer ball n i actually took my first steps with it. its still lying around somewhere i think. i did play when i was a kid (goalie, ofc) but the fact that i have the atheticism of an asthmatic squirrel cut my playing career short. honestly, i regret not pulling through n playing more. i actually didnt get into european soccer till i was like eleven. up until then i was a DIE HARD mls/new york red bulls enjoyer. i went to my first red bulls game when i was literally an infant n went to damn near every home game for over a decade. which means i jus got to watch the man, the myth, the legend mr thierry henry more times than i can COUNT. i didnt realize till years later how fortunate i actually was!!

now the REAL awakening. so its 2014, either march or april i cant remember. i come downstairs from an absurdly long minecraft playing binge n like usual theres a game on the tv. i ask whos playing n my dads like its el clasico. n im like ??? he explains that barcelona n real madrid are two teams in spain with an intense rivalry n every time they play they call it el clasico. n that barcelona has a player named lionel messi, who many consider the best in the world, n that real madrid has cristiano ronaldo, who many also consider the best in the world. i watched the rest of the game with him, n i honestly dont know what exactly made me a die hard messi fan. my dads a serie a/juventus enjoyer so he didnt care enough to steer me one way or the other. but from that day forward i was the BIGGEST messi n barcelona fan. i remember the 2014 wc VIVIDLY, it made me the woman i am today n NOT in a good way. i also remember growing up watching msn n that was literal crack. the 2015 ucl final especially was an,,, interesting time in my house lmao.

n thats why i love soccer!!!

[daffodilsonaprettystring]

Ten lines, ten people

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway.

Nobody tagged me I just saw one of those people who said “anybody who sees this ur tagged” and I love doing these things so fuck it I’m doing it❤️ most of these are unpublished tho lmao

1. Without You: For the first time in in his life, Sirius Black was not excited by change. If this were a normal day, and he were a normal boy, he’d be thrilled at the idea of embarking on such a journey. A ship bound for America, four days spent on the open ocean in a state of the art vessel? It sounded like an adventure he’d have only dreamed of as a child.

2. Afterglow: Regulus propped his elbows up on the railing, leaning forward to look over the edge at the water rushing below.

3. Scars Of A Gold Moon: Remus Lupin had never thought that falling in love would mean he would actually fall. Yet here he is, plummeting through open air, reaching out a hand in slow motion as if another will come to catch him before he hits the ground. He doesn’t know why he expects it. He’s done nothing, less than nothing, to deserve it.

4. I Thought So (Under The Willow): Regulus Black met James Potter for thé first time when he was eleven years old. He liked to tell people he hated the boy the first moment they met. It certainly made him feel better about himself.

5. The Antidote To Exiled Memories: In all his life, Remus doesn’t know if he’s ever felt so colossally, royally, completely fucked.

6. only one night: Remus hated being a werewolf.

7. Insomnia’s a bitch: Remus didn’t know what was wrong with him. He didn’t know why he was up at 2am on what felt like Tuesday night but in reality was Wednesday morning. He didn’t know why he was sat on his bed with his computer open again, not even absorbing the text on the screen.

8. How Could You: Jaren Vallentis was a dead man. Or, at least, he felt like one. He’d certainly never felt less alive than he did now. Not in the bowels of Zalindov. Not when his mother gave him those scars. The closest feeling he could bring to mind was the empty-headed panic he’d felt at seeing Kiva fall fifty feet from the top of the guard tower. Or watching her go under the ice-cold water and not come back up, her foot tied to a bouder. Kiva… Gods, how had this happened?

9. 🐺✨BATB (still doesn’t have a real title lmao) Once upon a time, in a faraway land locked somewhere between winter and spring, there lived a king and queen in a golden cage.

10. Go save the world, I’ll be around: Remus hated three things with every fiber of his being: Tardiness, clumsiness, and obliviousness. Sadly, the thing he loved the very most was all three.

Imma cop out and say whoever sees this can do it too lmao

[maochira]

Hey, what if you werre to watch every anime every blue lockian likes

I assume you mean the characters' favourite animes because I watched Baki because of it being Raichi's fav?

ACTUALLY my friends have tried to get me to start Chainsaw Man because it's Shidou's favourite. But I currently don't have interest in that (or anything else that's a bllk character's fav. My watchlist and reading list are long enough)

I know in that one post I said it was only because of Raichi (which is true, he's the origin) but there is more behind it LMAO. Basically, I googled Baki a few times after reading Raichi's Egoist Bible profile multiple times (sometime in August) and then one day I googled it again in September and then Baki suddenly started haunting me. It randomly appeared on my Twitter and I saw something with it somewhere else, then I was in the anime & manga store near my school and there was a Baki figure. IT HAUNTED ME. Anyways then it was stuck in my head and one day I talked to my friend and joked I could watch it to procrastinate starting Inazuma Eleven (3 of my friends kept telling me to watch it), then that joke turned into me starting Baki and brainrotting immediately during the first episode. Often before I start new things I have a very specific feeling, like an excitement to watch it and that usually turns into a brainrot. It happened with Blue Lock and Baki (also, I started both on days when I had doctor appointments so if it happens again on my next doctor appointment day, it's a pattern. Whenever that happens)

Btw by now I started Inazuma Eleven but I dropped it after 30 episodes because I didn't like it LMAO Even though I had that specific feeling before starting it but it didn't turn into a brainrot. Yes my friends who love it are disappointed in me /hj /lh

[thesaintofnevergettingitright]

Oh thank god, I actually came up with an idea for the steddie bigbang. I was so scared I was gonna sign up and then freeze.

(brainstorm word vomit beneath the cut if anyone’s curious lol)

it’s not fully flushed out yet, but I’m thinking of going with an

~*~Orpheus/Eurydice Retelling~*~

I feel like the whole “drag your one true love out of hell but if you look at them you’ll both DIE” thing has very Steddie energy, ya know??

BUT I want Steve to be motivated mostly by Dustin and Lucas’s grief (at first)

cuz I think that Dustin would take Eddie’s death HARD. Like harder than the end of the last season would have us believe

especially since I’m thinking that, after Dustin tells him that Eddie’s gone, Wayne leaves Hawkins because he can’t stand being alone in the familiar place with all the memories etc. (which is very fair and valid)

but I think losing that one connection to Eddie would be the last straw for Dustin’s poor traumatized soul

Meanwhile Max isn’t snapping out of her coma and with every day that goes by, Lucas gets more and more withdrawn.

It gets to the point where Lucas isn’t talking to ANYONE and is spending every waking moment in the hospital. It’s unhealthy.

and so both Dustin and Lucas are getting more and more consumed by grief and Steve can see it happening and feels totally helpless to do anything

so he gets more and more desperate to find a way to FIX IT because the only thing he’s ever been able to do right is to TAKE CARE of these kids and now he’s FAILING

and the harder he tries to help, the harder Dustin pushes him away and the further Lucas retreats into himself

until finally Dustin lashes out in some way and blames Steve for everything that went wrong and says something hurtful (cuz he’s a deeply traumatized and grief-stricken child.)

and Lucas stops eating or sleeping and starts sneaking out of the house to spend even MORE time at the hospital

no! I lied! actually what Lucas starts doing is spending more and more time sleeping and no one really understands why (other than standard grief reasons)

finally Erica gets so worried that she goes to steve for help

So steve and erica (and robin because she and steve are a package deal) research the upside down and mythology and D&D and theoretical science and whatever else they can to try to find a way to make everything BETTER (I think Steve is claiming that he’s mostly focused on Max and getting her back, but he’s fully willing to do whatever it takes to get eddie back for dustin, including fucked up magic or sacrificing himself or WHATEVER)

this results in them adding eleven and will to the research crew cuz they need Upside Down experts

(I was thinking nancy might be a part of the research team, but actually maybe the wheelers leave town? In fact I think Nancy herself might pressure her parents into leaving for they sake of Holly’s safety? And mike would probably flat-out refuse to leave and end up staying with the Byers-Hopper clan, but I think Nancy would be haunted enough by Vecna’s vision that she’d do whatever it took to keep her family safe)

And they keep coming up empty on the research until Steve finds Eddie’s D&D notes for the campaign he was planning on running after they defeated Vecna

it was going to be a home-brew based on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, but tweaked to fit better into D&D rules/logic, where the goal of the campaign was to save a god and a goddess who were trapped between worlds

Eddie based his version on the orpheus/eurydice myth, d&d lore, and some satanic rituals he’d found while searching for new ways to antagonize the entire town lmao.

so robin/erica/steve end up retracing eddie’s steps in all of this research and suddenly Steve “The Hair” Harrington easily knows more about Satanism and like pagan magic than anyone else in Hawkins, probably INCLUDING eddie

somewhere in the middle of all this, steve starts dreaming about eddie and, at first, he thinks it’s just because he’s been thinking about him so much from retracing his steps. But then he starts feeling like the conversations he’s having with dream!eddie are feeling more and more real....

anyway they discover that the main difference between the original myth an the version Eddie came up with is that it would take TWO people to save each trapped god: a rescuer and an anchor

the anchor would help keep the rescuer connected to the “real”/mortal/whatever world, and the rescuer had to have a strong bond with both the person getting rescued AND the anchor

in the campaign, the “rescuer” was going to be determined by prophetic dreams getting sent to specific players, but they all write that off as just part of the game and figure all that’s needed is a strong bond.

so the plan is to send in El to rescue Max with Will acting as her anchor

they all wish they could do something to save eddie, but the focus is on max right now because she’s the one they KNOW is stuck between worlds

and steve and Erica both feel unsure about this plan, but Steve is used to trusting that his friends are smarter and doesn’t even know why he’s so unsure so he’s willing to go along with it...

but it turns out Erica was less willing to just go along with it and has essentially tattled to Dustin about the plan so before they can start the ~ritual~ or whatever, Lucas and Dustin burst through the door yelling incoherently

they’ve discovered two things:

1) it turns out that Lucas has been sleeping so much because he’s been having the same kind of dreams Steve has, but about Max

this prompts Steve to share his dreams with the group, saying that maybe this means that Eddie is actually alive, which Dustin agrees with and adds

2) it’s not just “any” strong bond that will work for the rescuee/rescuer/anchor bonds. Eddie’s notes were right, the rescuer has to be the person receiving dreams about the person stuck in the in-between, and the rescuer/anchor bond has to be FAMILIAL

so this means Eddie is out there and savable, because Steve is having dreams about him. No one really seems to understand WHY that bond manifested between Steve and Eddie, but they just have to roll with it

Lucas and steve are officially the Rescuers(TM)

then dustin gets this stricken look on his face cuz he realizes that Erica can be Lucas’s anchor, but there’s no one to anchor steve cuz his family sucks. so dustin starts insisting that steve shouldn’t go in cuz he’d just get lost along with eddie and that’s not what eddie would want and dustin doesn’t think he’d make it through losing steve too and and and and.....

and then steve shuts him up with a big hug and says something like “what are you talking about? I’ve got my whole family right here, including the world’s most annoying little brother.” *cue dustin sobbing*

just to be safe, both robin AND dustin step in as steve’s anchors

*insert emotional trip through the In Between (which I’ve decided is the name of the place Max and Eddie are stuck in)*

they make it out and there are a lot of very emotional reunions etc. etc. but for some reason eddie is avoiding eye contact with steve

That’s right we’re not done! now it’s time for part 2: just miscommunication and falling in love

so things are kinda awkward and tense between steve and eddie, especially when it’s determined that the smartest thing to do is to get eddie out of town while hopper works on clearing his name and creating a story for How Eddie Munson Isn’t Dead

Which means it’s time for my favorite trope: Road Trip to Murray’s!

Steve insists on coming along with Eddie, not trusting eddie not to disappear again, plus he wants to know why eddie’s been so weird around him ever since they got out of the In Between, plus it makes the most sense: he has a car, and his parents are never home so no one will notice that he’s gone for an extended period of time

When he finally demands eddie tells him what’s going on, turns out eddie is furious that steve risked his life to try to save him. like FUMING. and steve is so confused and distressed because he thought they were really connecting, hell he even thought he might be catching feelings for him....

then eddie doesn’t want steve to feel like he’s responsible for him or like he owes him anything etc. etc.

basically eddie is doing everything he can to push steve away, seemingly under the assumption that steve is there out of obligation

finally, Murray reveals that he’s been snooping through eddie’s stuff and whips out a piece of paper. It’s an as-yet-unknown secret missing page from Eddie’s D&D notes that the gang never found. Turns out the twist of the campaign was going to be something Eddie discovered in his research: the bond/the dreams only work between soulmates (ohmygod the were soulmates)

turns out eddie’s been functioning under the assumption that the soulmate bond went one way, cuz steve is straight (obvs), and thinks that the rescue only worked because he was so pathetically in love with steve, it made up for the deficit

Murray points out that this is stupid

steve also points out that this is stupid

they make out about it

some other stuff happens but that’s the most important parts

the end