#like truly what is the fuss about. they're two guys who know each other

[trans-xianxian]

sorry to say it but I just don't get wriolette. everyone went so bonkers insane about them instantaneously and I'm like. I promise there are gayer ppl in genshin

[akoyaxs]

Hi! Could I request a fic where the Metkayina are having a festival and perhaps Rotxo, Aonung and Neteyam all had been crushing on our lovely fem!Na'vi!reader and are eager to try and court her so essentially they are all fighting for her attention?

Like reader doesn't notice this at all but the guys all are eager to ask reader to dance, perhaps pour a serving of food for reader to show their intent of courtship, give a gift and such but they don't realize they're all trying to court her until they notice that there's competition?

Perhaps reader is just talking with Tsireya, teasing her about her thing with Lo'ak and is oblivious while Aonung, Rotxo and Neteyam are plotting how to win reader's heart.

Each move they make has them glaring at each other when reader isn't looking and it's just 3 guys trying to win over one girl?

Who do you think would win this fight?

I offer free reign and this could either be sfw or nsfw (both are amazing)

Or.. perhaps alternate endings showing what happens depending on who wins her heart? 👀

Have fun with this, thank you! <3

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To be fair, you were oblivious at the best of times. It was something Tsireya had always teased you about- like she could be one to talk! And of course, while the two of you would sit giggling in her marui, the next room over, Aonung and Rotxo would be sitting in silence, each pretending to be in their own thoughts and enjoying each others company in silence, but they’d both really be listening for you. For your voice, for the sound of your smile beneath your words, for the tiniest of confessions you felt something for someone.

Nothing ever came, until another contender joined the fight. Rotxo tried to be kind to Neteyam like he was to others, and he buried his worry and jealously just as deep as his feelings for you. And Aonung, oh fiery, jealous Aonung didn’t try to even hide it. That fight on the beach only made his hatred for Neteyam grow deeper, especially the way you had shouted him down after it and then immediately went to apologise on Aonung’s behalf TO NETEYAM.

It was a while until Neteyam and Aonung and Rotxo became friends, and even longer before they finally came clean about what they truly felt. It was then - one night on an abandoned beach, roasting fish by a fire - that they decided on a fair game. May the best man win.

Each was determined, each had their own approach.

Neteyam was helpful, offering to teach you how to shoot a bow, telling you stories about the forest, inviting you to even fly on his ikran with him. (It was a smart tactic given the way you looped yourself all around him until every part of you was against him, yet most of the time your eyes were closed and it was rather clear you were terrified. He decided maybe heights weren’t your thing, and amended his plan).

Rotxo was sweet, bringing you every little thing he could. Little shells and seaglass and stones he found to match your eyes, or your favourite top. Then of course making jewellery with his precious finds, and leaving them in little places for you to find. You didn’t know he was the one doing it, and he was too shy to give it to you at first, but the first time he saw that woven necklace with the pearl on it, he was sure his heart could have burst into flame.

And Aonung, oh ridiculously confident Aonung, wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He had never felt like this - aflame every time he saw you, always occupied by every thought of you, heart thumping wildly everytime your fingertips brushed over him. He found himself seating himself beside you at every party, every dinner, every festival. He would set his leg aside so it would brush yours no matter the distance, revelling in the way you flushed but never moved away. He would keep his eyes on you at every fight, then come straight to you to clean him up and fuss over him, telling him not to fight all the time or next time you wouldn’t help him. (You were lying, the next time he came back, you even gave his neck a little massage when you complained).

It was only at the festival that they decided enough was enough. Your ignorance to their feelings was becoming a little ridiculous now.

So they assumed the positions. Neteyam offering to dance with a charming smile. Rotxo flitting around bringing you drinks and food and everything he could lay a hand on until you placed a hand on his arm with a gentle smile and told him you were fine, why doesn’t he just sit and talk with you for a bit? Of course, Aonung settled himself in his normal position at your side, closer than usual, leaning back on an arm when Neteyam reapproaches, an arm positioning itself just beyond the far side of your waist so he’s half-holding you into him.

And what could you do?

Three of them - one of you?

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IF YOU CHOSE...IF YOU CHOSE...IF YOU CHOSE...IF YOU CHOSE...

You best imagine that the smile on his face was nothing short of radiant. He would take you straight away from the festivities for a moonlit walk along the beach, halfway through he'd finally take your hand and revel in the ease with which your fingers lace in his. He'd tell you why he likes you, how long he's liked you, just how beautiful you look in the pale moonlight. Shortly after which he'd kiss you, and you'd melt straight into him and never leave his arms again.

He's never been more excited. more nervous. more terrified. Truth be told, he had never really thought this far because he'd never be self-assured enough to think you'd actually choose him over Neteyam or Aonung. But under your gaze and smile and gentle squeeze of his hand, he stammers everything he likes about you and the whole truth about everything and then, nervously...

"Can I kiss you?"

It's sweet, gentle, tentative. He breathes you in, his hand tangling in your hair, revelling in the way you smile against his lips, or the way your hair smells like coconut.

Oh, and he 100% asked Can I be your boyfriend now?

Oh, Aonung would never admit he was surprised. But the feeling of relief when he knows you chose him takes him by surprise. Instantly he's bundling you the fuck away from other people, a wide grin stretched across his face, holding you as close to him as possible until you're safely behind the woven curtain of your marui. Best believe you got some good dick that night, but also the from gentlest, kindest version of Aonung you have ever seen. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time, forehead pressed you yours, lips never leaving your skin, whether it be your lips, forehead, neck, breasts, collar, cheek, jaw, literally wherever they can land.

Also he would confess everything to you while he's inside and close, sort of like a Simon and Daphne moment from bridgerton but ONE HUNDRED times better because you all know that I might like Aonung just a little bit >-<

[strangerxperv]

Would you do a story about Steve with a fem curvy ready and they have a daddy/little relationship and she is super cuddly with him when they are in a group cause she's shy? I don't see a lot who write for little space so happy I came across your blog

You didn't specify if you wanted this to be smutty so I'll just default to fluff! It's been a bit since I wrote nonsexual little space so it's subpar in my opinion. Also Nancy is ooc.

It wasn't your first time meeting Steve's friends but it never gets any easier. He assures you it will as you get to know them better and find they're genuinely kind people. They even seem to like you!

Steve is a natural caretaker for the group and has been for some time now. But that's something everyone knows. However, few know of the truly special relationship you and Steve have. Robin and Eddie being the only two that know how you sweetly call him, "daddy."

It's one of those moments that have been building all day. Steve was paying the most attention to you knowing how shy you are. Doting and fussing over you was a normal occurrence. And so was the gentle way he would call you for all to hear, "Princess."

There was almost no chance that you wouldn't have slipped into little space with his coddling. But he, even with all his attention on you, was oblivious to your slip into it. Cuddled up on his lap trapped by his arms while a scary movie played.

Slowly you spoke less and less until you could no longer speak. Your small hand was fisted into his shirt and your face was smashed in his neck, the movie was scary. Too scary for someone so small.

Nancy spoke first and with irritation tainting her usually understanding voice, "Can you guys, please, stop making out? Maybe sit next to each other?"

And that's all it took for your plush body to begin shaking as fat tears pooled in Steve's neck. Your sniffles and soft sobs filled the already tense air. The movie's scream is cut off when someone pauses it.

Eddie is the next to speak, "Shit! Nice going, Nancy. You know Princess is sensitive so why the fuck are you starting shit?"

"I didn't mean to make her cry! I just didn't- I thought they were- and the movie-"

This shouldn't have made you cry and Steve knows this. He thinks back to how you've acted all day and it finally makes sense. He needs to take care of you and wipe your tears.

"Baby, hey- come on. Look at me." A pause and once he sees you disobeying his gentle guidance, "Don't make daddy repeat himself." Steve's voice is still gentle but there's a notable sternness that requires your obedience. Your pretty teary eyes gaze up at him as your lips pout.

"Daddy?" Johnathan whispers to no one.

"It's a thing, don't judge." Robin speaks up for the two of you and Eddie gives an affirming nod.

"Good girl, keep looking at me with those pretty doll eyes. Can you use your big girl words and tell daddy what's wrong?" His larger warm hand rubs soothing strokes down your back. And when you shake your head no he holds you tighter, "You need to breathe, princess. And when you're all calm I'll take you home for proper cuddles and we'll watch your favorite movie."

With Steve's reassuring attention and Robin giving you some fruit snacks you calm. Still in little space Steve packs your stuff up as Eddie distracts you with a story. At the door, you in Steve's strong arms his friends bid good bye.

"I don't really know what happened but I'm sorry for my part in it." Nancy promises herself to ask follow up questions later.

"We don't judge, man. Or at least I don't." Argyle takes a hit from the couch and coughs out, "Night!"

It's later, in bed with you wearing a cute little pink nighty and frilly white socks. Steve reads you a bed time story as he gently pets your head. Softly slipping into sleep under Steve's care.

[stedebonnit]

Okay but what if Ed and Stede occasionally have guests at their little inn that are not safe to be openly gay around, and the first time this happens they convince themselves they can just pretend to be friends, that'll be easy!! But every time they look at each other they just can't stop themselves from getting all lovey or pushing each other into a closet to fuck. They get caught and threatened, so they just kill that guy, of course.

"But," Ed says, "thats no way to run a good business."

They can't make a habit of killing every rich guy who visits just because they don't like gay people. They'd never get any stuffy rich guests that way, and while they're certainly not the only rich people, they also don't want to limit their market that way.

So, the next time a rich fucker comes to visit they decide pretending to be friends doesn't work, so instead they'll just have to have one of them dress as a woman. Stede offers, saying Ed already had to learn the high society rules for men and this is a lot of information in a short time before their guest arrives, so it'll probably be easier if Stede does it, he'll know how to act like these people expect women to act. Ed agrees, of course, but the second he sees Stede in the pretty dress (and right after having sex with Stede about it because damn he looks good in that dress) Ed finds himself daydreaming about wearing it himself. He'd make a pretty lady, too, wouldnt he?

So once this guy leaves with a promise that he'll tell all his buddies to come and visit, too, Ed turns to Stede and goes "can I be the lady next time? I want to try to the dress."

Stede eagerly agrees, now that Ed has seen the way to be a fancy high society lady it should be easy for him to repeat the process, and besides, it means Stede (who has begun to make his own clothes) can make Ed a custom fit dress for the occassion that suits him even better, and Stede always loves to take on a fun new project!

When the time rolls around and Ed is dressed up for their next guest (and after Stede has fucked Ed thoroughly about it because HE looks hot as hell in his dress), Stede starts fussing over the dress.

"It would look nicer if you tied it like this-"

"Fuck off, I like the way I tied it."

"I'm just saying you could-"

"I could, but I don't want to," Ed snips, smacking Stede's hands away with the fancy little fan he made for himself.

"Its just it would really look nice if-"

Ed frowns, then it dawns on him.

"You're just jealous that I get to be the pretty one this time!"

Stede blushes "Pft. No! Besides, you were plenty pretty last time, too."

"Yeah, but you miss wearing the dress and having all the fancy frills and extra lace."

"...maybe. Only a little bit."

"Well I'm the girl this time, you promised!"

"Yes, of course, I know! Thats fine, of course-"

"But maybe we can take turns? You know, both get an equal number of chances to be frilly and shit."

Stede grins.

"I'd like that."

And so every time they have one of those guests, and even sometimes when they don't, they switch up who gets to wear the pretty dresses, and Stede gets busy making plenty more options for them both. Ed, in the meantime, has taken up the hobby of making a variety of accessories. Fans, bows, hair pieces. They both get incredibly talented at various updos that work for each of their hair types.

One time, when a familiar face is visiting, one who doesn't mind seeing two men in love, they decide its the perfect time for them both to dress up for the weekend, and they have a truly lovely time both getting to be fancy and frilly together for a weekend in their fancy dresses. Their guests don't question it.

[zmediaoutlet]

Hello friend! Question for you (because I believe you have top tier taste). Do you have any fave late season or established relationship Sam/Dean fics? I notice that sooo many fics are centered around them getting together and "weecest", but sometimes I'm in the mood for a nice cut to the chase/"we both know whats goin on here" kind of story! Thank you :)

hello, grey circley friend! I am pleased that you like my taste, we're definitely in agreement there, and also OH MY GOD I love later-seasons and established relationship SO MUCH, they are my FAVORITE and it makes me turn into a very sad little emoji face whenever those polls go by and everyone's always like, oh, s1-3 first time is the best. And I'm just like oh :( not for me :( why can't people like the things i like :(

But that's why we just gotta be out here writing for ourselves, allegedly, although tbh it would be nice if other people liked it too, lol. (Seriously was considering a poll of like 'hey, which wip would you guys actually want to read'.)

If this isn't too terribly forward, I'm gonna do this -- because apparently I've written... 72 established relationship wincest fics, and like. idk, I think they're okay. At least some of those are later seasons.

But now not being super tacky, let me see if I can give you... three by other people that I really like --

Got No Direction by mistyzeo -- I crabsolutely ADORE this one, which is truly a quick cut-to-the-chase with no messing around and no angst, just two people who like each other and like fucking each other having a good ol' time. It isn't really set in a particular era but for some reason it reads very s7ish to me? Maybe because of when I first read it, even though it was clearly published earlier. Love it, adore it, you read it and adore it too.

what lies underneath by @rivkat -- sorta schmoopy shaving/praise kink but really it's about how Sam loves Dean So Much and I'm always here for that as a plot. Also a sink nearly gets fucked off the wall, which can only be a good thing. Good comfort food on a bad day.

Loser by @winchestersinthedrift -- Becky's the all time champ of writing bodies as bodies and getting in and out with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of oomph. Her Sam is probably the sexiest Sam who's ever been written and he just thinks that Dean's delightful, and you know what, same. This is Bunker era in a vague and happy space.

-- and the reason it's only three, I'm sorry, is that the server troubles are making this Difficult, lol. But surely that's enough to be going on with. To other people: heyyyy, isn't it so funnnn when you've got people who've gotten past all the kissy worry and now the worry is about other stuffffff, heyyyyyyyyy

(that's my attempt at getting people to tag more stuff Established, anon. let's see if it works.)

[waters-and-the-wilde]

okay scenario. somewhere mid s3 the Carte Blanche ends up working with some of Buddy's criminal contacts/acquaintances who also take something of a specific and possibly impertinent interest in the Unnatural Disaster. their guy clocks Nureyev as 1.) the shady sixth ranger with the least amount of rapport with Jet, and 2.) a gossipy bitch (bc that was the gender he put on when he left the house that day) so they get him aside and try to get him to talk

nureyev’s is like. hmm. (juno is being mouthy to try to draw attention to himself. buddy has been a very particular kind of polite and pointed, and vespa is. playing with a knife and glaring. which to be fair she Does That but she's watching this guy and only lightly heckling juno and if nureyev is starting to suspect that they're maybe playing off each other a bit? and jet seems like he's just trying to vibe but he's definitely sticking even closer to rita than usual.

and then. oh he can tell the guy's trying to get him to talk about Jet, and sure he could just dissemble without a fuss but… he could also dissemble and make the other guy feel awkward about it)

nureyev: listen. i know what you're after. and i understand, truly. you want to know if it's true what they say about him, but you're too intimidated to ask outright.

contact: *shifts nervously*

nureyev: and of course, who could blame you? he's even more compelling in person, isn't he? the gravitas, the self-possession, the shoulders.

their contact: uhh. i mean you're not wrong.

nureyev: and he can cook.

contact: ...wait really? huh. you know he seems like a really good listener too.

nureyev: oh, absolutely. but i think it's only fair to warn you that you ought not to get your hopes up. because it's entirely true - he's just not interested. in anybody. devoted in his friendships, to be sure, but when it comes to all other affairs, you'll find him completely impervious. nothing personal. you could have just asked him, there'd be no harm in it, and i'm sure he'd let you down gently -

juno (wandering over to see what's up): could go either way, really. he put me in a dumpster and threatened to crush my head with the lid.

their contact: ...

nureyev (dear i am trying to make them feel bad about their assumptions about our friend and you are undermining the bit): compared to what other people have followed through on after meeting you, i'd say that only proves that he's a very paragon of restraint and circumspection. you do have a way about you, dearest beloved.

juno: you know if i had a cred for every time I had a crush on a master thief who put me in the garbage, i'd have... two creds, i guess.

nureyev (nostalgically): we both ended up in that garbage chute, didn't we?

juno: and I hated every second of it.

nureyev: I know dear you complained about it vociferously

*smooching*

their contact: ohh well that's a shame thanks for the heads up im just gonna - i think my hovercraft is on fire

nureyev (absentminded, still gazing into juno's eyes): bye-bye now

juno: i can cook too you know

nureyev: i know dear but we mustn’t let it get around, the last thing i need is another crime ring trying to sweep you off your feet

juno: i mean. wouldn’t they look at you first?

nureyev: my love. I can’t cook.

juno: oh yeah

(their contact's boss, later: so did you find anything out about what the Unnatural Disaster's up to now that he's back on the scene?

their contact: im sorry he's never gonna go out with you. the rumors are true he's like. completely aro-ace.

boss: oh.

contact: yeah

boss: are you sure

contact: no yeah. i thought maybe aurinko's son was just talking out his ass but their hacker backed it up.

contact: she was really nice actually. gave me a coupon for her favorite ice cream place.

contact: do. uh. do you wanna get ice cream with me.

boss: ...yeah that'd be nice.

boss: (later over ice cream) wait aurinko has a son??

contact: or whatever he’s adopted idk but he's super obnoxious

[electricfied-wolf]

More AU rambling. Hiding it below because I do detail things about the crash of the final race here, and I know I'm friends with/followed by a decent amount of stex alters and I don't want any of you to be upset by having to read this post 💜

I keep thinking abt how. Fucked up the crash is in reality. Like yes the musical obviously doesn't make it super serious bc it's just silly train musical, but when you pretend for a minute that it's realistic, when you put it into a more legit perspective...it's genuinely so fucked up even if the trio did do bad things during the race. Like. C.B. is NOT big. He's literally a little guy. And he is made of WOOD. Now talking in my au's context, he DOES have metal in his body. His framework on the very core inside is metal, his eyes technically count, y'know he's a machine still. But his parts and the wooden covering he has are VERY hard to come across in this day and age. Not impossible, but difficult. C.B. is old in terms of his body. What do you think will happen, truly, when a little 22ft caboose is smashed aggressively between two VERY big and powerful engines? He will not come out of that unscathed. He will come out of that barely together. Greaseball is struggle to move at all. he's forcing himself to keep as still has he can because he knows what will happen if they pull apart. They'll kill the caboose and then likely themselves. Somewhere, some part of him is dripping fuel. A diesel locomotive's fuel is dyed red, as they're staring at each other in the darkness, a red liquid drips all over C.B. It blends in with his paint, but on his face? It sticks out. Some of Greaseball's skin-material has torn off, leaving parts of his cold silver metal face exposed. Electra is sparking all over. He's crying and yelling. C.B. cannot speak. Greaseball is refusing to speak but even then he feels that he wouldn't be able to speak much. But Electra is wailing. Electra's arm is twisted around C.B. and stuck there. His other arm is torn open. His mohawk is in horrible disarray. Something is wrong with his internal mechanisms and he looks both terrifying and terrified. More of his silicone-like skin is missing from his face than from Greaseball's. "Don't move, dammit." Greaseball growls at the electric, who yanks the trio around, "I SAID DON'T MOVE. DO YOU WANT TO DIE?"

When they're brought out, they are unfortunately exposed to the public. Parents are shielding the eyes of children as Galen and Wrench are tried to gently removed the three trains from each other. They fuss over Electra immediately and are assisted by Eledtra, who is crying and yelling just as much as their twin is, getting the electric to the repair building as quickly as they can manage. Greaseball is panicking. He didn't just lose, he is exposed in this horrific state, and he can't do anything about it. He doesn't feel like he can stand up. He starts crying, he can't control the mechanism to stop his tears. He just sobs. There are flashes, he can hear them, and he wants to scream for those damn humans to put their cameras away, but he can't find the words. His gang surrounds him. They pull him further away from C.B. They hide him from the people. Dinah rushes to his side and she's horrified. The diesels part way for her and come closer together to hide both of them from the public. Dinah was angry at him. So angry for how he treated her. For what he did to try and win. But this? He didn't deserve this. He was pretty horrible, but he did not deserve being hurt like this. He's leaking fuel faster than she can handle seeing. She doesn't know what to do. Greaseball's barely awake. But he's awake enough to apologize. All he can manage is "sorry", and he struggles to get it right. But Dinah doesn't care. So what if he added an extra letter? He made effort even in this state, and she kisses him. She wraps her arms around him, she doesn't care if that fuel stains her dress, she just wants Greaseball to know that she's there for him. They've had many fights over the course of their relationship, Dinah has faith that he'll have a stronger apology when he's better. She knows him. She at least hopes he'll do the right thing. And the engines lift Greaseball gently into their arms and take him to the repair building. They lay him down and he has to lay there next to Electra. Neither of them talk to each other. Rusty looks down at C.B., the poor caboose is busted. He should be angry, and he is angry, but he doesn't want C.B. to be harmed like this. His own eyes were opened, and he knows that despite what C.B. did, he needed help. But Rusty was too huge and hadn't adjusted to his own strength yet, he had to let the Rockies carefully transfer the red caboose to the repair building with the other two. And it's an agonizing few months, the trio laying there, their loved ones visiting them here and there, being forced to stay as well as none of the three were physically together enough to be transferred back home. They talk over these few months. Greaseball finds a bit of friendship in Electra, they're nowhere near close to being good friends, but they decide to call it...a start. They don't hate each other. They'll be nice. That's as far as they can think to go right now. C.B.'s vocal system was destroyed, he couldn't talk for a while, he just had to lay in silence as the two engines shakily conversed. It was hard. And it really made the caboose think. Electra went home first, then Greaseball, and eventually C.B. was finally fixed up. And he could talk again, but he would need time for his body to heal. Just as Greaseball and Electra would. And in that time, C.B. knows he has a lot of apologizing to do for going behind his family's backs like that. Greaseball knows he has to make things up to Dinah, make sure she knows that he loves her and that he's sorry for what he did to her. And Electra wants to apologize to his components, being around those other engines made him realize he could maybe be a teensy bit more appreciative of his own loved ones.

[the-world-of-jo]

Time is a precious thing

Before I say anything, I love my job. I've been here almost 10 years and I do not want to leave and am not entertaining the idea of leaving.

For those who don't know, I work the front desk of an apartment complex thing. Between two buildings that are across from each other, there's approximately 208 apartments, and my occupancy rate hovers around 95%.

It's a family run company and when I say the guys are some of the best people I've ever known, I'm not exaggerating. They're not perfect, they make mistakes, but they own up to them and do not do revenge tactics when called out. When my Mom passed and then Bandit, they let me know they were there for me, and when I needed time I had it.

Whenever I have questions about home improvement ideas, they answer them and explain them and by the time they're done, I feel like I could actually do the thing myself. When I'm curious about the world in general, the Property Manager is always willing to chat and educate me if he can, and in a way that is truly educational rather than like a lecture.

All of that is to say I love my job. Like. For reals.

And I love my schedule! I work 4 - 10 days and have a 3 day weekend. It's legit perfect for the way my brain works, and it gives me plenty of time to 'recover' from being a growling social butterfly during my business life.

However.

I'm not good at working over 10 hours anymore.

Last night, I stayed one extra hour. One. And by the time I got into my car, I was not interested in cooking, in reading, in anything other than grabbing some take out and snuggling my cats.

Individually because Mayhem is still trying to murder Brawley whenever she thinks I'm not looking.

So I did just that. I got some take out (McDonald's, and now I'm remembering why I don't get it very much anymore), changed into my PJs and gave Mayhem some very good skritches. Then while she was happily crunching on her treats, I closed the kitchen door and let Brawley out to run around.

He was only interested in snuggling and proceeded to fuss at me for being late for our snuggle sesh.

It doesn't happen often, me working longer hours, but the few times it has there were similar results.

And that's okay.

10 hours is a long work day, and if you throw in my commute I'm out of the house for 11 hours. Yesterday it was 12.5 hours, so being that exhausted/brain dead is expected.

Do I feel guilty about not cooking and getting take out? Yes and no. I feel guilty because the chicken nuggies weren't as good as I remembered them and the fries didn't have a damn bit of salt on them, so I wish I'd spent my money on something else.

But I don't feel guilty about making sure I had dinner. I don't feel guilty about getting something I could share with my cats (they declined - they apparently really don't like chicken at all), and I don't feel guilty for not spending an hour in the kitchen cooking dinner.

Yes, an hour. I love to cook, so even when I get home from work I consider it relaxing. But not when I'm going to be in the kitchen until almost 10:00 PM.

Did I learn a thing from last night? Yeah, I kinda did. I learned I wasn't really happy with the take out I chose. What can I do differently to make sure I improve my experience next time this happens?

That's actually what I'm working on now. I've got a note book next to me and I'm jotting down ideas of things I can have as quick meals. Right now, my pantry, fridge and freezer are all stocked with things I typically have on hand at any given moment, so coming up with a few ideas hasn't been hard.

But, if I'm in that situation again and none of that sounds good? I still won't beat myself up for getting takeout.

[nexttrickanvils]

✏+ The PT girls having a girls day out, bonus if they're cat-sitting Morgana for Akira.

Sorry this took so long and if the ending feels abrupt. ^^;

No Royal spoilers but a few vague spoilers for November for anyone who needs the warning.

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ANN: HEY! MAKOTO, FUTABA, HARU! GIRLS DAY OUT! US FOUR! WHAT DO YOU SAY!?

HARU: Oh. But shouldn’t we be focusing on what to do next?

MAKOTO: Normally I’d agree but I think a step away from everything going on might be a good idea for us. Especially you, Haru. Not to mention how we need to lay low.

FUTABA: Ehhhh… I admit I’m a little iffy on heading to well anywhere… but I guess as long as I’ve got you guys, it’ll be alright.

ANN: Sooooo where should we meet up?

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The girls decided on meeting in Shibuya since it was close enough for everyone and had plenty to do.

Ann volunteered to pick up Futaba at her house and ride the train with her. 

Though when she arrived at the Sakura house, she got a bit of a surprise.

“Lady Ann! You’re looking particularly lovely today!”

“Oh… Morgana… hi…”

Futaba sighed, “Yeah sorry about that, Akira foisted him off me today. Said he had something really important and was gonna be “out of commission” for most of the day so he needed someone to take care of Mona.”

“Hmph, like I needed to be watched over like some common house pet! But I don’t mind if it means spending the day with you, Lady Ann.”

Ann just gave an awkward smile. She was not oblivious, she’s known about Morgana’s giant crush on her for a while now. It kind of made her think of a little kid crushing on their older sibling’s friend which was why she tried to be nice and not mention or indulge him on the issue. She was sure he’d get over it… someday...

Futaba groaned and just shoved Morgana further into the bag she was carrying.

“Oh no you don’t, Cats-anova, this is Girl’s Day! Let’s get going.”

Ann shot Futaba a small quiet thanks as she walked alongside Futaba.

It didn’t take long before the trio were on the train and it didn’t take long for Ann to try to pass the time with conversation.

“So how’ve you been?”

“...Alright I guess.”

“And Boss?”

“He still fusses over me but I’ll take that over his reaction when he first found the card.”

Ann didn’t say anything but from what Akira told the group about what happened that night, she can imagine just how scary that confrontation was. If her parents had found out that she was throwing herself in danger… and associating with who is saying are murderers now…

Ann just put her hand on top of Futaba’s and gave her a comforting smile.

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Ann, Futaba, and Morgana met with Makoto and Haru by the station and after explaining Morgana’s presence (Haru didn’t mind and Makoto said she’d have a talk with Akira), their first stop was to get some foods and of course Ann’s first suggestion was her favorite crepe stand.

As they waited in line, Ann attempted to drag the others into some “girl talk.”

“Aw come on, no lucky guy or girl catching anyone’s eye?”

“After that mess with Eiko and that host, I really don’t want to think about romance.”

“Oh I’ve got someone in mind.” Remarked Futaba

The girls and Morgana stared at her in surprise.

“Wait, Really Futaba-Chan!?” asked Haru

“HOW!?” Asked Morgana

Futaba just grinned, “He’s strong, loyal to his friends, not particularly smart but he’s got heart where it matters… and he’s the prince of a war torn kingdom trying to bring peace to the land.”

The others sighed once they realized Futaba had fooled them while she gave her usual little laugh.

“Mweh-heh-heh, really had you guys going there! To be honest, everyone picks that guy as their love interest. I might go with someone else in the game just to be a contrarian. Although… mweh-heh-heh… I may or may not have learned of a certain fluffy someone spending time with our leader...”

Instantly Haru turned red and tried to cover her face.

“That’s…! Akira-kun’s just been… he’s... justbeingafriendand...”

Instantly, Ann took Haru’s arm, “Hey looks like we’re up next in line, do you have your order ready?”

“YES! Th-thank you, Ann-chan.”

As Makoto and Futaba waited for their friends to make their orders, the older girl shot a small glare at Futaba.

“That was entirely unnecessary, Futaba.”

“Hey Ann wanted gossip and neither of us are the go-tos for romantic topics.”

“How do you even know about Akira and Haru spending time together?”

“I have my ways.~”

Morgana briefly popped out of the bag, “Akira’s phone is still bugged.”

“Hey, don’t ruin the mystery!” Futaba shouted as she tried to shove the not-cat back into her bag

Makoto groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“In my defense! He has yet to ask me to remove it.”

“Probably because he keeps forgetting about it. If you’re not going to remove it anytime soon, at least give him and Haru some privacy.”

“Alright… and I’ll apologize to Haru too.”

“Mako-chan! Futaba-chan! You’re up next!”

Ann and Haru stepped aside to let Makoto and Futaba walk up to the register.

As they waited, Ann glanced over at Haru.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Y-yeah. I know Futaba-chan wasn’t trying to be mean but...”

“It was kind of embarrassing?”

Haru nodded as she took a nibble from her caramel apple crepe.

“To be honest… Akira did always seem to be protective of you ever since you joined.”

“Wh-what!? I mean...”

“I’m being serious, but um if you want some privacy, we’ll leave you alone… Just know that whatever happens, we’ll support you one hundred percent!”

“...Thank you.”

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After the girls had finished their treats, Futaba requested a trip to the arcade and while the others were still a little annoyed by Futaba’s snooping, they went ahead with the request.

Haru looked around with wide eyes, this was certainly a new experience for her, Futaba offered to look around with her since this was also her first time and as an apology for said earlier snooping.

“They should have that new Dancing in Starlight game!”

“Dancing game!?”

Makoto and Ann stayed together and glanced around.

“You know, I think the last time I was here was in middle school and that was because Shiho dragged me here.”

“I’ve only been here once, Akira took me because I wanted to get better at talking to… people our age.”

Ann chuckled a little at that as Makoto turned away to hide her blushing. That was when something caught her eye.

It was a claw machine and inside was a good amount of Buchimaru plush toys.

Ann quickly noticed Makoto staring and looked over at the machine.

“Oh wow, Buchimaru stuff! I haven’t seen those in a while!”

The two walked over, Makoto still nervous to mention her love for the little panda mascot.

“O-oh, you were a fan?”

“Granny Takamaki would always send Buchimaru and Friends merchandise to me for my birthday when my parents and I still lived in Finland and the US. My favorite was the cat with the beret decorated with sprinkles.”

“Oh you mean, Kurineko-Chan.”

“Yeah! You like them too, Makoto?”

“I… well...”

“Hey it’s okay, I’m not going to judge you.”

“...Yeah…”

With that, Ann smiled, “Great, let’s see if we can win those plushies!”

At first Makoto was unsure but then she truly got into the spirit as she got so much closer and closer with each failed attempt. Until finally…

“YOU DID IT!”

“I did it...”

The smile on Makoto’s face was probably one of the brightest Ann had seen from her friend.

The two decided to go find Futaba and Haru, they quickly found the two still on that dancing game machine and were obviously having a lot of fun as Morgana watched from his hiding spot in the bag.

As the current song ended, Haru turned around and waved towards them.

“Mako-chan! You should try this out!”

Without waiting for an answer, Haru took Makoto’s hands and brought her up to the dance mat.

“Hey! Two against one isn’t fair! Ann, Back-up needs back-up!”

Ann laughed as she joined Futaba's side and the four girls just chaotically “danced” their hearts out.

As Morgana watched, he couldn’t help but admire Lady Ann’s kindness and her love for her friends.

[littlest-dark-age]

Can I have a ship request please?

Marauders Era please!

My name is Iris

I'm kind, I love learning languages, i love doing domestic things, i love cooking and baking as well as watching cooking and baking shows, I love learning new things, I love history and English (mainly creative writing), research and development and Chemistry, I love reading and writing but have a hard time putting my story's on paper, lovvvvve to read would seriously make a career out of it if I could, I love animals( seriously if they were to bite me I would apologize), i hate scary things, I tend to mother (sometimes grandmother) people or act like their wife without realizing it(seriously it happens with EVERYBODY),(I think I would get along famously with molly weasley), I don't think being blood related makes you family I think it makes you relatives and that family is the people you choose blood or not, I tend to say things I don't mean but sometimes do whenever people I loved hurt me, I can hold a grudge but eventually I just either let it go or cut them off depending on what happened, it takes time for me to warm up to people but if I do and I love you I will go down swinging for you, I tend to become withdrawn around people I don't know but when I am with friends I tend to be more confident and extroverted but when alone I am more reserved, I love and feel deeply, and I want a love that is epic, intimate and passionate that never seems to die, I want to have kids maybe a lot maybe a few and be an amazing mom and have a probably unrealistically perfect marriage with an incredible man who will be an amazing dad and husband, and to have an unbelievably happy life and family. I have high standards and will wait for what I want and will not settle for less because why should I? I tend to be calm under pressure (grace under fire), whenever I read I tend to fall for the guy who is reserved but is a sarcastic little shit as well is kind and polite, humble and an animal in the sack (🤭😳), loyal and unwavering. My type tends to be men with accents, family oriented, loyal, kind and generous. Who loves friends like their family. When in a relationship is also passionate, loving, intimate, caring, happy, who will read with me or him to me or me to him, will bake with me, will slow dance with me in the kitchen, who can be together and talk about everything or nothing, can be silent in each other's company and content and at peace with it, can also be fun and adventurous, will wake me up at 3:00 a.m. to go see the stars cause that's when they're clearest and stay in bed if not to sleep in then just to be together and be content, can walk together wherever or go to the store and it's great or have a mud or snowball fight and make you feel alive more than ever. Who will communicate and compromise with me and not have screaming matches because that's not how we are. Who believes in a love that is truly a one and only. I want a lot out of life and I won't apologize for it.

Wooow that was a lot. Sorry I got carried away 😳🥴

P.s. I love your writing 🥰💖

It's very much a toss up of remus lupin or regulus black for me, leaning a tad bit more towards remus due to his overall nature! Although regulus would also be a very close second but there's a few issues, mainly how he handles his anger and things alike.

Remus would adore being able to sit in silence and read, or even reading aloud to you (or vice versa) especially if it was rather moody outside. Fixing you your preferred hot drink while fixing himself a cup of tea, making sure you had your snacks in your lap and a bar of chocolate in his free hand. He's patient to a fault so when the two of you do have arguments, he lets you say everything you'd like to before speaking. It can come off as him not listening and being distant but really he just doesn't want to cut you off and wants to hear all you have to say at that moment before offering his own thoughts so you don't misunderstand what he's trying to communicate.

He'd tease you for the way you want your romance so sweet but he honestly can't say he doesn't love it, it's a delicacy he's never been allowed and he loves you for showing it to him with the gentlest hands he's felt.

He has a very similar stance on family being able to be found and it's just just who you're born with, look at him with James, sirius and peter. That's his family despite not sharing a drop of blood between them and the way they all were raised so differently.

Rem would love to teach you welsh if you wanted to learn, adoring how flustered you get when you hear him say pet names and claims of love in the language he seems to adore himself.

He need a bit of a mother hen and the others will say so, although he might try to stop your fussing over him and things alike. He's get the most beautiful flush on his cheeks when he hears you scold him for the self deprivation you'd heard him say. Always been told he's a monster and other things similar, he'd never quite thought of himself as much.

Overall, you'd make him feel like he needs to drop to his knees and worship the ground you walk on and the area you allow him to share with you. Being such a strong person and not hiding away from the world is something he only wishes he could share with you. So, until he's able to do that, he'll settle for trying to be the best person you want and deserve

I hope you enjoy! And danke!

[dreams-of-wings]

Impossible (7/8)

Imagine Billy Hargrove with a Mixed/Biracial SO

Warnings: SEASON 3 SPOILERS, Swearing, mild violence, angst.

The rest of the week flies by, with Billy weaning himself away from hanging out with Tommy and Carol and more to hanging out with you.

Billy actually learned a couple things that just barely helped him scrape by on his tests.

You passed with flying colors of course.

Now y'all are in the "real world"

Billy snags a summer job as a life guard.

You got a job at the hospital as a patient escort (the hours ain't bad, and it pays good).

You visit Billy at the pool sometimes, and you both still hang out on weekends.

Tommy and Carol don't hang around him anymore (because popularity status from high school no longer matters).

You're trying to help Billy move out of his house, but getting a place of your own isn't easy, so you manage to convince your parents to let him move in with you guys.

He has to stay in the guest room and pay rent though, obviously.

Billy still hasn't moved in yet though because he wants to save a bit of money before he has to worry about paying bills.

It's a smart idea and you support him.

For the most part your Summer is just working, hanging out with friends after work, and juggling the kids (Will, Dustin till he goes to summer camp, Mike, Lucas, and Max. You don't worry about Eleven because she isn't really allowed out of her house).

One day when the kids are all hanging out at your place, Billy walks in and treats the place like he lives there.

Just walks in grabs the milk from your fridge and makes himself a bowl of Cereal, before sitting in a stool by your kitchens island.

Thay all just kinda stare at him for a moment in silence.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Billy just rolls his eyes and finishes his bowl before getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Ah, ah! Put it in the sink!" You just happen to walk past to grab something from your parents room.

He doesn't fuss, throw a fit, or even act remotely annoyed. He just back tracks and put the bowl in the sink, filling it with warm water before continuing on his way.

Once you both are out of ear shot, Lucas mentions how he's glad the two of you are dating, because Billy's gotten a whole lot better. He's still an ass, but old Billy would have tried to scare the shit out of the kids for fun just for staring at him. New Billy was just annoyed.

Max acts like she's disgusted, not at the idea of the two of you being together, but just because Billy is her brother and she's just grossed out by the thought of him with anyone really.

"They are not dating!"

"They totally are, did you not see the way they just interacted!" Mike is whisper yelling.

"Yeah, it was actually kinda..." Lucas shrugged and looked at Mike.

"Domestic," Mike found the word Lucas was looking for.

"Nu-uh! Billy's just moving in, so he should know house rules by now." Max tried to justify what just happened, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, before sitting back into the couch with a huff.

"That statement really doesn't help your case."

"Trust us, they're dateing."

"Who's dating?" You walk in just then.

"No one!" "Mike and Eleven!" "Max and Lucas!" They all had conflicting answers to your question.

You just raised a brow in confusion at them.

At that moment Billy steps out with his red duffle bag and heads out for work, "Forgot I left my stuff here the other night," he explains as he passes you to the door.

The kids all look at each other, 'The other night?'

"Okay, there's leftovers in the fridge!" You call as he opens the door.

Billy pauses again and backtracks, closing the door, going to the fridge, and opening it. He paused for a moment as if searching, and then he pulls out a Tupperware container with last night's dinner in it, before putting it in his duffle and heading out again, "Thanks," he opens the door, "See you later!"

"See you!" You turn and look back at the kids, "Sorry, what were you saying?"

They kinda just stare at you gobsmacked.

"Nothing."

The kids actually make it there mission for a while to prove to Max that the two of you are together, but all they succeed in doing is getting caught and threatened by Billy to "Fuck off" and "take your sick jokes elsewhere." He doesn't appreciate peeping toms, especially when they're peeping at him.

Still kinda the same old Billy, just much less dramatic.

You notice something's up with Billy though after he gets attacked by the Mind Flyer.

He seems paranoid, tense, and almost bipolar.

You ask him constantly about it when you see him, and at first he tells you its nothing.

You thought his dad found out about him trying to leave because now he doesn't come around your house anymore.

You still see him at the pool, and he'll stop by, but he never stays.

He becomes awkward in conversations, like he's there, but not completely.

You wonder if he's depressed.

Then he starts avoiding you all together after Heather goes missing (of course you didn't know that she'd gone missing).

When you manage to corner him at the pool, Billy seems to revert back to his old High School self.

He's rude and tells you he wants you to stay away from him.

You're honestly really hurt now because you've made so much progress.

He was supposed to be moving in for gods sake.

Little do you know he's just trying to protect you.

You're the last person he wants to hurt.

He's already hurt one of his coworkers.

He almost hurt Mrs. Wheeler.

But you don't know about her.

When the kids try to spy on Billy, your house is the first place they go to.

Max has been sleeping over at Elevens house the past few nights, so she doesn't know he's been actively ghosting you.

"I dont know, he's avoiding me."

They of course thought that was weird, just a few days ago he seemed so comfortable in this house and around you, and suddenly he's giving you the cold shoulder?

"Did you guys get into a fight?" Max is concerned now because she's really hoping Billy is not the host. They're looking for Billy to do very un-Billy things as proof, and this- thus us very un-Billy.

"No, one day he was fine, then the next he acts like he doesn't want to talk to me if he doesn't have to, and now he's avoiding me all together!" You're actually getting very frustrated now.

"Do you guys know something? Did something happen? Is Billy okay?"

"No nothing," You still dont know about what's been going on the past year or so. You weren't there when they caught off the Demigorgon and you weren't there for the fall of the Mind Flyr either. They had to keep it a secret, "Max just noticed he hadn't been around you lately."

"Friends don't lie," Eleven doesn't like that they were hiding Billy's life being in danger. If something happens to him, you would be hurt, and it would partially be their fault for not telling you the truth.

They try to keep Eleven quiet.

Spoiler, it doesn't work.

So they have to tell you everything that's happened since Will disappeared.

You didn't believe them at first of course, but then Eleven shows you her powers and you start to second guess yourself.

It would at least explain Billy's sudden odd behavior, and why Will acted strange after he returned.

Of course you had always blaimed it on PTSD since you didn't know what the kid had truly been through.

Now you see it's much worse than you could have imagined.

So now your in on the madness.

The next place the kids go is the pool.

Shocker, he's there.

"Its too hot outside to be wearing a long sleeve," is your contribution to their debate on whether or not Billy seems like Billy right now.

"True, but light color cloths make it a bit cooler."

Also true.

None of you could see from this distance, that Billy us sweating buckets right now.

But at least the sun isn't hitting him directly, so he skin won't burn and give him another lesion.

The boys are talking about their plan, but your too lost I thought watching Billy to notice them leave you, Max, and Eleven behind.

It was odd to think that this person you were watching wasn't really Billy. He looked like Billy, but he didn't act or think like him.

When the boys come back then fill you in on the plan.

For the most part you're just hiding with Max, but you will come in handy if the real Billy is still in there somewhere.

You show yourself alongside Max.

Billy pauses for a second, like his mind is trying to comprehend that you're a part of this.

"Why?" He actually looks vulnerable and his voice sounds broken, till it slowly contorts into a look of anger and he starts banging o the door.

Your a little unnerved.

And your having flashbacks from back in High School when you and Billy still didn't get along.

He doesn't understand why this is happening to him.

Everything was going great.

He had a job.

He was working on getting out of his father's house.

And he actually felt like he had someone he could trust.

Then you had to go and do this to him.

That's when it occured to him.

He's been treating you like shit these past few days.

And he's done terrible things

Maybe he deserves this.

That's when he screams in frustration, anger, and sadness, before he starts sobbing.

"Its not my fault...."

"Please."

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to."

He's pleading to you and Max with a broken voice and a broken spirit.

For once Billy looks the way he's always felt on the inside.

Desperate, alone, and afraid.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

"It's not my fault, I promise you."

You're the first to approach the door, and Max follows right behind you as she begins to question Billy.

"He made me do it."

When Max questioned him about who "he" was and what "he" made him do, Billy seemed to retreat into himself more.

The sight broke your heart.

After high school, Billy seemed better, and after he started slowly getting away from his father he actually seemed more confident- and not that fake ass peacocking he didn't in school either, like actual confidence.

But now he was fighting something he couldn't get away from.

He slowly lays down on the floor and continues to beg and plead.

He can't even say what he's done.

You almost open the door, till Mike and Eleven stop you.

Your almost on the verge of tears.

"He's my friend....."

"That's not Billy," Mike says sternly.

"He's hurt," you're trying to get them to let you open the door.

But you stop when Will tells you he can feel "him."

Mike backs of first and tells you and Max to get away from the door.

You're confused at first, but you see Billy just as he comes for the window with the piece of tile.

You push yourself away from the door, and take Max with you, saving her from being hurt by the thing posing as her bother.

When Billy manages to get out and starts hurting the kids, you call out to him.

He stops to look at you and you can see the real Billy in his eyes and in his lip that quivers slightly at the edges.

When El starts throwing him around the room all you and Max can do is hold eachother.

Billy had changed, and you all had gotten so close, and now you have to watch someone you have come to love get hurt.

It breaks your heart to see how desperately he wants to fight this thing. He's always tense, like he's trying to hold his body back, and the tear that trails down his face tells you that again, he's so sorry for what he's doing right now.

You're relieved when he runs off because it means that he can't hurt the kids, and they can't hurt him anymore.

Max is glad she at least has you with her.

Sure she has Lucas, but her friends never really liked Billy, so they don't understand why she cares so much.

You go to the hospital with the kids when Nancy and Jonathan take them along.

You pose as Mrs. Driscoll's grandchild as well.

It was terrifying seeing a pile of gore come to life and chase your friends down.

After you all got back to Eleven's house, you can't stop pacing up and down, and you're just making Max more on edge.

I mean who could blame you though.

Those guys at the hospital who turned to mush were under that monsters control, so what was keeping it from doing the same thing to Billy?

What if he dies a horrible painful death? And you can't be there with him?

Max tries to reassure you that everything will be alright.

After all, they've beaten this thing before.

Though it does sound more like she's trying to convince herself more than she is trying to convince you.

You sit down when Max and Mike get into an argument about Eleven. Honestly, after the night you've had, you've just realized how physically, emotionally, and mentally drained you are. You didn't even think you've slept in almost 24 hours - the kids came to your house, you went with them to the pool, you watched Billy till the end of the day when his shift ended, trapt him in the sauna (mind you it was already dark when the Sauna Test went down), craziness happened, went to Eleven's place so she could find Hopper and they could fill him in on what's going on (because apparently the Sharif is in on this madness too), and that's when Nancy and Jonathan arrived with their information on Mrs. Driscoll, and now your here.

Maybe it's been a little more than 24 hours... Perhaps you should lay down...

Meanwhile, Billy is off doing God knows what.

He's trapt in his own mind - completely aware of what's happening but he's unable to do anything about it.

This monster has taken control of him from the inside and the first few days it at least seemed like he had some semblance of control - like he was driving and the monster was sitting in the back seat telling him what to do. Of course at that point he didn't have to listen, but then it started showing him things. It migrated to shotgun and started messing with the steering wheel.

Now it just feels like it's in the driver's seat, but he's bound and gagged in the back passenger seat where he can at least see everything.

It was hard hurting those kids. He had promised Max he would never hurt her friends again, and honestly, because of you he and his little sister had grown closer, and he's actually been relatively happy. He had just been starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Hawkins wasn't so bad and he could stay.

Then shit hit the fan.

He had never seen you so afraid of him in the time he has known you. Not even when you both didn't get along in high school. Back then, you had more of a rebellious fire in your eyes, and no matter what he did to try and snuff it- to make you afraid of him, it only seemed to feed the fire. But back in the sauna...you looked petrified, unsure, on edge, afraid.

Ironic how now that he desperately wants to protect you and Max, you're both can't trust him.

Why is he like this?

Why does he always screw things up?

His mom left him.

His dad hates him.

He was a fuck up all throughout school.

He had shitty friends who, let's be honest, weren't really even his friends.

He hurt- maybe even indirectly killed his coworker.

He almost killed Karen. Oh God, Mrs. Wheeler. He regrets trying to get her to meet him at the hotel. He doesn't even have feelings for her - he just thought she was hot and wanted to get laid, and by an older woman at that. In fact, he had been on his way to meet her when he was attacked.

And now he's probably lost you and Max.

He feels utterly and terribly alone.

When you wake up, it's to the sound of El screaming. She's freaking out because of the vision she just had of talking to Billy.

The conversation about what she just saw was very sobering. You are wide awake now that the possibility of death looms over you, and the sound of screeching from the approaching monster in the distance doesn't help.

It found you.

You all get the house ready - shut the windows, close the blinds, block off possible openings and stand back to back.

You would feel much safer in a basement.

When it comes through the windows, you help Jonathan fight it off to the best of your ability, but you both end up getting thrown around the room.

Thank whatever supernatural being put El on this earth, because you all would have died without her.

Fast forward to you all going to Starcourt Mall

You help Eleven walk because she's injured, and since Steve isn't here, you're mom now.

Apparently everyone was somehow already on to fishy stuff happening? But what do Russians have to do with anything?

You're so worried about El, that bite looks bad. Like, infected bad, but it can't have been more than an hour or two since she got it, so it can't have progressed that quick.

You know something isn't right.

And you are proven correct when you see something wriggling around in the wound.

Props to El, for being so strong when Johnathan tried to remove that nasty thing, and then removing it herself.

They would have had to knock you the fuck out first if that were you- all the nope.

You all know what happens.

Part 8 will hopefully be the end. Idk we'll see, maybe I will get carried away and make it too long and then their will be 9 lol.

Like I did with this imagine. It was only supposed to be one part, but here we are going on 8.

I apologize for this part following season 3 so closely. As you all can tell I like to at least try and make my own content so it doesn't just feel like you're reading the show, and I think my struggles reflect on this part a bit. I have seen season 3 at least 4 times now because I was trying to find a way do this without just basically rewriting the season with the reader patched into it, but it was either this, have the reader just kinda loose contact with Billy and then find out he's "dead" (my denial is showing), or have reader become one of the flayed (let's be honest, not much would probably go on there). Plus this option has the most angst I feel.

Hope y'all are ready for the angst in the next part.