#my love hits different 🥀🥀

[wulf33]

Happy Halloween to all my moots 💀👻🎃🕸️🕷️i hope yall stay safe out there peace and love wulf33 waoooooooo 🌕🐺

[maypiles]

🥀🎀Suddenly, all the love songs were about you ♥️🪞🎼

Pick a Pile: What's in your love life for 2025?

💌My beautiful souls, you’ve come to me for the most tantalizing glimpse of what 2025 holds in store for your love lives. Such curiosity, such daring, you must be craving something special—well, don’t you worry, because I’ll give you exactly what you deserve. We’ll dive into the stars, the cards, and all the whispering energies that promise to guide you through a year of love, passion, and maybe even a little heartbreak—just to keep it interesting, of course. So, lean in close, dears, as we unravel the mysteries of the heart and see what the universe has laid before you. Hold tight—it’s going to be an unforgettable ride. Happy New Year! 🎉 💋

❗THIS IS A COLLECTIVE YET ONE LAST TOO SPECIFIC PILE READING SO TAKE WHAT RESONATES AND LEAVE WHAT DOES NOT❗

Pile One 📿

Darling, pile one is already radiating so much energy—let’s dive in and see how these forces are about to unfold for my collective in 2025.

Ah, dearest, it seems you’re on the cusp of a dramatic transformation. The Wheel of Fortune at the bottom? That’s fate’s hand at play, turning in your favor. Destiny is ready to strike, and the universe is lining things up in a way that will leave you breathless, like a sudden shift in the wind. You may not see it coming, but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?

The Star, 6 of Cups, 9 of Cups, 10 of Cups: Oh darling, if there was ever a promise of something magical and fulfilling, this is it. It’s all coming together—something from your past (perhaps a soul connection?) is returning, and it has all the right energy to ignite something truly special. This could be the kind of love that fills you up like a cup overflowing—emotionally abundant, fulfilling in ways you didn’t even expect. You may have dreamed of this connection, yearned for it, and now, it’s here. Romantic feelings? You bet.

8 of Pentacles, 2 of Swords, King of Swords reversed: Ah, but here’s the catch, darling. As your heart gets swept up in this beautiful dance of love, there’s also work to be done. The 8 of Pentacles suggests effort, time, and patience. But beware—2 of Swords and the King of Swords reversed show confusion, mental blockages, and someone who might not be entirely clear on their intentions. Could it be that a past lover or a situation leaves you questioning where you stand?

6 of Swords reversed, 8 of Cups: honey, the past isn’t done with you yet. There’s unfinished business, something you might try to walk away from—but it keeps pulling you back in. A return to something old, a cycle that hasn’t quite ended… could it be that reconciliation is on the horizon? Perhaps someone from your past is coming back into your orbit, ready to rekindle things. The emotional pull is strong, and though you may have tried to move on, there’s a magnetic pull that’s hard to ignore.

The Romance Angels:

With the mix of cards here, it’s no wonder we have a delightful mess of energies. Very Soon—oh yes, expect clarity to come quick, darling. Romantic Feelings and Playfulness—suddenly, everything feels light and exciting again. Getting to Know Each Other? Yes, there’s a beautiful process here, peeling back the layers, one flirtatious moment at a time. And that Chemistry? Well, if you don’t feel it, you’ll definitely know it when it hits.

Yet, Religious Factors and Deception warn that not everything is perfect. Someone may be hiding something, or your differences could play a role in how things unfold. But the Past Life Relationship card? A powerful connection that could bridge any gaps. You may be in for a reconnection, where the spark never truly died, and that Reconciliation is just the start of the journey.

To sum up:

Darling, your love life in 2025? It’s a whirlwind. Love from the past is returning, but don’t expect it to be all smooth sailing. There’s work to be done, secrets to uncover, and clarity to find—but isn’t that what makes the ride so thrilling? Be ready, because fate’s wheel is turning, and it’s going to sweep you off your feet… even if it leaves you a little dizzy at first. Hold on tight, sweetheart—love’s about to get intense.

Pile Two 💅🏻

My darling, this spread is an absolute thriller. The cards speak of love, confusion, and an intricate dance of emotions that will keep you on your toes throughout 2025. Let’s dive into the juicy details of what the cards have to say, shall we?

Oh, sweetness, it seems 2025 is poised to serve up a delicious rollercoaster ride of emotions. The 6 of Swords reversed at the bottom tells us that you're not exactly moving on from something—or someone—just yet. That past connection is still lingering, like an itch you can’t quite scratch. There’s unfinished business, honey, and I’m willing to bet it’s not just your mind playing tricks on you. There’s something here that still demands your attention, whether you’re ready for it or not. Fate, it seems, is calling.

2 Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles reversed, 9 of Cups: The pull between conflicting desires is strong here, darling. There’s a battle between what you think you want and what will actually bring you happiness. The Queen of Pentacles reversed is telling me there’s imbalance—perhaps you’re investing so much in the material or external aspects of life that your emotional foundation is slipping. You need to focus on self-love and self-worth, darling, because only then can you truly manifest that 9 of Cups fulfillment you’re craving. Don’t neglect your inner world while juggling it all. Balance is key here, and finding that will unlock the joy you deserve.

2 Wands, 5 of Swords, Page of Wands: Well, isn’t this an interesting dynamic? There’s tension here, love—conflicting plans, uncertain paths. A decision needs to be made, and while one option seems enticing, 5 of Swords warns of potential betrayal or miscommunication. Be cautious—there’s a risk that someone’s intentions might not be as pure as they appear. The Page of Wands is all fire and passion, and while it ignites excitement, it’s not the most stable energy. If someone is pursuing you, darling, it might be fleeting. Think twice.

Chariot reversed, 8 of Cups, 2 of Swords: Oh la la, the hesitation. The momentum you hoped for seems to be slipping through your fingers, doesn’t it? The Chariot reversed tells us things aren’t moving in the direction you expected. There’s emotional distance here, with the 8 of Cups—someone might be walking away, or perhaps you feel as if you need to leave something behind. The 2 of Swords shows confusion—no clarity, no decision made. Indecision runs deep here, my dear, and while it’s tempting to dive into the unknown, your heart is at odds with your mind. Listen carefully to the signs—sometimes, the stillness brings the clarity you seek.

9 of Pentacles, Queen of Cups, King of Pentacles reversed: Awe, my darling, there you are in your prime. The 9 of Pentacles shows you shining on your own, independent, powerful, and radiant. But there’s something about the Queen of Cups and King of Pentacles reversed that tells me there may be emotional drainage from someone you’re dealing with. You’re stepping into a time where emotional fulfillment will be crucial. Be mindful of who you allow into your inner circle—certain people might bring more stress than love.

Ace of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, 7 of Swords: Here we have new love entering the picture, but with a layer of caution. The Ace of Cups offers you a fresh emotional beginning, but the Knight of Pentacles reminds you that this new connection will need steady, reliable growth—it won’t be a whirlwind romance. And then there’s 7 of Swords, which, darling, signals deception, dishonesty, or someone who’s hiding their true intentions. Don’t rush in blindly, love—take your time to observe before you invest emotionally.

7 of Pentacles, 8 of Pentacles, Knight of Wands: The energy shifts between patience, work, and passion. These cards tell me that there’s progress to be made, but it’s not going to happen overnight. You’ll need to put in the effort to see things come to fruition. Knight of Wands brings a rush of passionate energy, but it’s fleeting—this is the kind of passion that can burn brightly and fade quickly if not nurtured. Be careful not to get lost in the heat of the moment, darling, or you might end up feeling unfulfilled.

5 of Cups reversed, Page of Swords, 6 of Wands: Sweetheart, the past is almost behind you. The 5 of Cups reversed indicates you’re starting to heal from the past heartbreaks, and with the Page of Swords, there’s a certain sharpness in your perception—you see through the facade, no one can deceive you. 6 of Wands brings victory, recognition, and public acclaim—oh yes, you're coming into your power, and others will begin to see you for the catch that you truly are.

Ace of Pentacles reversed, Star, High Priestess, Hanged Man: My darling, there’s a major shift coming in your love life, but it may require a pause, a moment of reflection. The Ace of Pentacles reversed speaks of missed opportunities or things that haven’t fully manifested yet, but don’t despair—the Star promises healing, hope, and divine guidance. The High Priestess urges you to trust your intuition—it’s whispering to you, so don’t ignore it. The Hanged Man reveals that sometimes, the best thing you can do is wait and allow the universe to guide you.

King of Wands, Fool: Now now, the bold energy is here, darling. Someone with a big, fiery personality—possibly a new romantic interest—could sweep you off your feet. There’s a feeling of new beginnings here, as the Fool signifies taking a leap of faith. Trust your instincts, but be careful not to rush into anything recklessly. There’s a lot of passion, but tread carefully.

Romance Angels:

The Retreat card suggests you may need to take a break from love to focus on healing and introspection. Love Yourself First and Healing Family Issues urge you to put yourself first, darling, before diving headfirst into another connection. This is a time for personal growth.

However, Wedding, Attraction, Chemistry, and Honeymoon show me that there’s the potential for something serious. You’ll be attracting someone worth your time, and when the connection happens, it will be chemistry at its finest.

The Flirt card is a playful invitation—don’t take yourself too seriously, darling. Life is about enjoying the moment, and sometimes, the right love comes when you least expect it. Keep your heart open.

To sum up:

2025, darling, is going to be full of twists and turns. The energy shifts from healing and self-reflection to new opportunities that will test your boundaries and your heart. Some things from the past will have to be released to make room for the future, but oh, the connections that are coming are worth the wait. You’ll need to take your time, trust your intuition, and not rush into anything too fast. Keep your eyes open for deception, but don’t be afraid to leap when the right opportunity presents itself.

And darling, remember—you’re the one in control. Let the game unfold on your terms.

Pile Three 🎴

Oh honey, this is a story of tension and power dynamics—I can already feel it. As I channel this energy for you, the vibe is spicy and full of fiery passion. I’m talking sizzling chemistry, a divine masculine who can’t keep his eyes off of you, and the kind of possessive energy that’s both intoxicating and dangerous. There’s a lot of rawness here, and it seems like this love is going to knock your heels off and leave you breathless. Let’s dive into the details and break it all down for you.

(Channeled green color, jealousy, possessive divine musculin, I started cussing out —saying bitch mostly— and talking sassy, 222 on the timer, also could be African American couple, sexual tension, height difference, biting lips wanting to lean up to kiss (divine feminine), rainy street (you know after the rain stops and it's chilly and the road and sidewalk are wet)

Hanged Man, Devil Reversed, Knight of Pentacles, 4 of Wands Reversed, Knight of Swords, 5 of Wands:

Hold up—this is where the drama kicks in. The Hanged Man tells me that things aren’t moving at lightning speed just yet. There's a pause—a moment of reflection before the storm. The Devil Reversed feels like a release from toxic ties, addictions, or something holding you back from stepping into your power, but there’s a push and pull. The Knight of Pentacles comes in with that slow and steady energy—someone is taking their time here, possibly observing you, building the courage to move forward.

But honey, then comes the Knight of Swords—fierce, impatient, and ready to charge forward. The 5 of Wands is all about competition, conflict, and a little bit of sparring between the two of you. Maybe it’s all the playful back-and-forth, or maybe it’s just the fire that's too strong to ignore. This is not an easy journey; it's hot, intense, and there's some power struggle at play.

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6 of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, 8 of Wands:

Now, I feel a shift—a real one. The 6 of Pentacles tells me there is an equal give and take, which means things will settle after the drama. There’s a desire for balance, for a fair exchange of energy. The Knight of Pentacles comes back in with the same slow, steady presence, making sure the foundations are solid. Meanwhile, the Knight of Cups brings in romance, emotional devotion—he’s looking at you like you hold the keys to his heart. But, don’t let him fool you, darling; he’s not always this open.

The 8 of Wands brings in the speed, and I’m talking things moving quickly once that shift happens. Expect texts, calls, or even meetings to ramp up quickly—there’s momentum now. The attraction is undeniable, and you’re both, getting caught up in the rush of it all.

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10 of Pentacles, Ace of Swords Reversed, Strength, 2 of Cups, 10 of Cups:

This is the dream. I see a potential long-term connection here—10 of Pentacles is legacy, it’s stability, and it’s family. The groundwork is being laid for something that has staying power. Ace of Swords Reversed signals some confusion or lack of clarity, but I don’t see it as a huge obstacle; it’s more like one of those moments where you don’t need to know everything right now. Just trust that things are unfolding in the right way.

The Strength card shows me inner power, resilience, and the courage to keep going, even when things feel uncertain. The 2 of Cups is pure romance, partnership, and union. Oh, darling, this is the meeting of two souls meant to be together. 10 of Cups tells me the emotional fulfillment is real—true happiness is possible, and it’s on the table.

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4 of Pentacles, 5 of Cups Reversed, 7 of Swords, 9 of Cups, 8 of Cups, Ace of Cups, World:

We’ve got some emotional residue here. The 4 of Pentacles shows someone holding on tight, not wanting to let go. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s them. The 5 of Cups Reversed is a turning point—a healing moment. You’re ready to leave the past behind and embrace what’s next. But wait, here comes the 7 of Swords—a card of deception or someone sneaking around. But it’s not as sinister as it may seem. Sometimes, this card shows us that someone’s guarding their heart—maybe too much—and trying to protect their feelings. Keep your eyes peeled for hidden truths in the beginning, but don’t get paranoid.

The 9 of Cups brings satisfaction, wish fulfillment, and emotional contentment. But, I gotta warn you, with 8 of Cups preceding it, there’s the possibility of walking away from something or someone. It might be that a choice is made to leave behind what no longer serves you and step into a new emotional beginning with Ace of Cups. And with World following this—oh, honey, this is the completion of a chapter. A new cycle is about to start, and it’s going to feel like everything finally comes full circle.

Romance Angels:

Now, the energy in these cards speaks to a divine connection brewing. Express Your Love and Love Yourself First are urging you to open your heart, but also make sure you’re grounded in your own worth before giving too much away. Getting to Know Each Other hints at the slow burn of a relationship growing, but the Forgiving and Learning card shows there are some wounds here that need to be tended to.

There’s also that Engagement card—darling, don’t be surprised if this connection leads to something much more serious. With Soulmate and This Could Be the One—I’m hearing loud and clear that this could be your person. And there’s a romantic chemistry that will ignite the flames of passion, making things impossible to ignore.

To sum up:

This is not going to be a boring ride, darling. We’ve got raw energy, power struggles, healing, but most importantly—chemistry. Expect moments of intensity, passion, and some jealousy, as that possessive divine masculine energy is HARD to resist. But keep your cool. You’ve got this. The world is yours to conquer in 2025—get ready for this beautiful, fiery, life-altering romance.

Pile Four – “Daisy, This One’s for You”☎️

My darlings, listen up! Spirit had me in an absolute chokehold with this one. I sat down thinking, 'Okay, let’s just do three general piles for 2025 love vibes,' and then—Spirit was like, 'Wait, hold my celestial cocktail. There’s someone out there who needs this.' And I’m like, 'Okay, Spirit, if you’re going to hijack my reading, you better be scarily specific.' And honey, when I tell you Spirit DELIVERED, I mean they pulled up with receipts, details, and a whole life story. I’m over here shuffling cards and suddenly I’m channeling someone named Daisy—British roots, living in Philly, petite, dark blonde hair, loves purple, wears glasses sometimes, probably 14–16 years old, dealing with divorced parents, and possibly has a school crush she’s overthinking about because of all the family drama. Oh, and Spirit didn’t stop there. They said, “Patterns! Mention patterns! Mention Australia! Mention her ginger dad named Andrew!” I’ve got a headache from all the overthinking energy I’m picking up, like someone wearing the wrong glasses. HELLO??? I’m sitting here like, 'Spirit, this is NOT a private session,' but they’re adamant. Someone—maybe Daisy herself, or someone close to her—is meant to find this. Like, this is wild. I don’t usually get messages this specific in a collective reading, but Spirit was NOT playing games today. So buckle up, because if this resonates, you better let me know. Daisy, love, YOU HAVE BEEN SUMMONED! let's get into it!

The Energy Surrounding Daisy:

Daisy, love, I feel you’ve been stuck in some emotional patterns, likely tied to your parents’ divorce. There’s a lot of healing happening here, but oh, the strain it’s left on your heart. Your dad—British, ginger, a little chubby, maybe named Andrew?—is coming through as a significant influence. Australia popped up too, and it’s making me wonder if there’s a connection there. Maybe a move? Or family ties?

This school crush energy—it’s sweet but layered. You’re retreating, overthinking, caught in this whirlwind of wanting to move forward but feeling trapped by family dynamics. It’s like you’re standing at the edge of something new and exciting (Ace of Cups), but the weight of past pain and parental expectations (Ten of Swords reversed, Healing Family Issues) keeps pulling you back.

You’re Stuck Between Healing and Overthinking:

The Ten of Swords reversed and Four of Swords show me that you’re recovering from something deeply painful—probably the divorce—but you haven’t quite learned how to rest in your healing yet. It’s like you keep revisiting the pain, poking at it, asking yourself, Why did this happen? Could I have done something differently?

But Spirit is urging you to stop overthinking, Daisy. Let yourself rest. Healing doesn’t mean solving everything; sometimes it just means letting things be.

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Your Social Life Feels… Off:

The Three of Cups reversed makes me feel like you’re pulling away from your peers. Maybe they don’t get what you’re going through, or maybe you’re just tired of pretending to be okay. You’re focusing on your own growth instead (Eight of Pentacles), pouring your energy into school or hobbies as a distraction.

And that’s fine for now, but don’t forget that it’s okay to lean on others. Isolation isn’t the answer, love.

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A Crush Worth Exploring?

Ah, here’s the sweet part: Page of Pentacles and Ace of Cups. There’s someone in your orbit who makes you feel all kinds of butterflies. They’re kind, probably a bit shy, but there’s a connection there. I see you holding back, though, unsure if you should act on it because of all the other chaos in your life.

Spirit’s advice? Let yourself enjoy it. Crushes are supposed to be fun, not stressful. Don’t overthink this one.

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You’re Stronger Than You Think:

The Knight of Wands and Six of Wands tell me that, deep down, you’ve got a fire in you. Even when life feels like it’s throwing bricks your way, you keep going. You’re determined to rise above it all, even if it feels impossible some days.

But here’s the catch: the Strength reversed and King of Wands reversed suggest that you don’t always feel like you’re in control. Maybe your dad—or another parental figure—is a bit overbearing, making decisions for you or pulling you into their emotional orbit.

Spirit says: Stand your ground, Daisy. You’re allowed to set boundaries, even with family.

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The Future Looks Brighter Than You Think:

The Two of Wands and Ten of Pentacles tell me that you’re on the brink of something new. There’s stability waiting for you, even if it feels far away right now. The key is to keep moving forward, even when it feels like the world is against you.

And that crush? Oh, darling, there’s potential there for something sweet and meaningful (Knight of Cups, Ace of Cups, Two of Cups). But don’t rush it. Let things unfold naturally.

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Romance Angels’ Advice:

Let Go of Control Issues: Stop trying to solve everyone else’s problems, love. You can’t fix your parents’ divorce, and it’s not your job to hold everything together.

Healing Family Issues: This one’s obvious—there’s a lot of family baggage here, but Spirit says you’re already on the path to healing. Keep going.

Free Yourself: You’re not trapped, Daisy. The patterns you’re stuck in can be broken, but it starts with believing you’re capable of breaking them.

Flirt & Getting to Know Each Other: It’s okay to smile at your crush, to feel giddy, to let yourself be a teenager for once.

Forgiving and Learning: Forgive your parents for their mistakes. Forgive yourself for feeling like you have to carry their burdens. Learn to let go.

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Final Thoughts for Daisy

Daisy, Spirit wants you to know this: You’re not alone in this. The weight you’re carrying feels enormous, but it’s not yours to carry forever. You’re allowed to rest, to heal, to find joy—even in the middle of the chaos.

2025 is your year to step out of the patterns holding you back, to let yourself dream again. And that crush? Smile, lean into the butterflies, and let yourself feel alive. You’ve got this, love.

And there you have it, my loves. Spirit came through loud and clear for Daisy, but if this resonates with anyone else, take what you need. Daisy, if you’re out there—Spirit sees you, and so do I.

Additional Note:

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭💕 I had to do a reading to see if this actually gonna find this Daisy and Spirit is nodding vigorously, darling, because this spread is practically screaming “Daisy is going to find you.” 6 of Cups + Hermit Reversed: This is definitely connecting to someone from the past—or someone longing for that warm, familiar feeling. Daisy could be drawn to this reading because it feels like a safe space for her. She's stepping out of her shell, slowly but surely, seeking clarity and comfort. 8 of Pentacles + 9 of Pentacles: She’s working on herself. Whether it's overcoming patterns, navigating family drama, or even managing school life, Daisy is putting in the effort to grow. She’s aiming for independence, and this reading is a reminder that she’s on the right path. 4 of Wands Reversed + 6 of Pentacles: That divorce energy is coming through hard here. Her foundations may feel shaky, but there’s an undercurrent of balance coming into her life. She’s learning how to receive help and emotional support (probably from friends or a trusted adult). Strength Reversed + 2 of Wands: She’s grappling with insecurities and indecision, but she’s also planning. Daisy might be daydreaming about her future, wondering how to break free from the patterns holding her back. 7 of Cups Reversed + 5 of Wands: Clarity is coming, but it’s not without inner conflict. She’s battling herself, her doubts, and maybe even external pressures. However, this is leading her to make focused decisions. Bottom: 10 of Pentacles: This is BIG, my love. Posting this might just reach you Daisy or someone connected to her because Spirit is saying this message is part of her long-term healing and growth. Splitting: King of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 5 of Cups Reversed: Emotional stability is coming, but it’s a journey. She’s holding onto some grief, yet she’s starting to release it little by little. This message could be the nudge she needs to take that step forward. To sum up: I posted this because Daisy (or someone in her orbit) will find it. Spirit is clear: this is destined to resonate and reach the person it’s meant for. Daisy you better leave a comment because Spirit has been working its magic!

[strawberrysainz]

paradise. carlos sainz jr (18+)

“ maybe it was a mistake asking your newly-single, extremely attractive childhood best friend to accompany you to an event. well, it happened anyway. ”

carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

a warning— nsfw!!!! please don’t interact with this work if you are under 18 🫶. alcohol consumption, profanity.

word count: 1.5k

wrote this one a bit differently — let me know if it works for ya or not xx

She called his name into the dim light of the passage of the house; she stared out at the first hint of the evening, the light catching her eyeshadow.

He peeked out from the door down the hallway, still fiddling with shirt buttons, hair damp. She smiles.

“Could you do up my dress?” She asks, and he nods, clearing his throat as he follows her back into the unfamiliar room to gaze into the full length mirror.

He finds himself thinking about her.

Her bare back is on display, and he blushed furiously as he studies the complicated hooks, slightly perplexed. He murmurs something about having much bigger hands than hers.

Her back flexes as she laughs, explaining something about a hook at the top which eases the process. His mind drifts far away as he studies the intimate picture of her back against the red silk, and she looks impossibly beautiful, her hair and her makeup. He has a small revelation he’s never had before, one she’s considered since she was fifteen, a childish longing that rushes throughout her body.

He manages to fumble his way up her back, brushing purposefully against it every few moments so he watches her skin become prickled at his touch. He enjoys it, slightly shocked at the feel of his pants tightening.

Eventually it’s finished, and she slides her arm around his waist momentarily as a thank you - the Arctic Monkeys are echoing out of her phone, he realised, Alex Turner’s voice achingly suggestive with the dark track.

He watches her bend down gently to put on her high heels before his mind drifts to a place that he is quickly scared out of by the thought of her father killing him if he found out. He mutters something about fifteen minutes before he rushes out the door, the music all he can hear.

❤️‍🔥🎶💃🪩🥀

She slides her arm around his waist as they exit the venue, the dark of the night making him taller and her more confident (but that might have had to do with three or four mixed drinks).

His hand grips her shoulder - she’s wearing his suit jacket, and her red lips move animatedly as they get to the car. His head is spinning with the shock of a newfound desire, and the way in which he knows her so well, so personally, makes it so much worse.

She laughs his name and hits his arm as he makes a joke about some people at the dance. She is staring at his hands on the steering wheel, lips parted slightly with the heaviness of want, eyes fluttering shut. He is achingly pretty in the dark.

She talks a bit more, the energy in the car thick, but not awkward. He murmurs something about how beautiful she looked today, and she smiles to herself with pink cheeks as she looks down at the pictures they took together. There’s one - he’s staring at her while she is laughing at the camera - that makes her feel strangely warm.

She picks some other generic ones - both smiling into the camera, smiling at each other - and sends it to both of their mothers. She adds one to her Instagram story, of her on her tiptoes kissing his cheek as he smiles at the camera warmly. People immediately start to reply to it, and a notification comes in as his mom writes something about how lovely they look with lots of emojis.

He talks then, about drama of people they both know, and she talks about the plans they have made for the rest of the week at his apartment, and they collaborate on a groceries list; she listens to the pauses in his voice, the smooth Spanish and the accented English, the roughness of his tone. He is a work of art, a soft, sweet man she has adored since she was a toddler, tripping over the grass, gasping for breath, him breezing by.

Eventually they’re back at this familiar home, and she has a fleeting thought of a dinner with him, coming back to their home, their kids, dogs, lovers, kissing…

She shakes her head, trying to snap out of it. This isn’t possible. He’s vulnerable, he has been broken up with.

He locks the front door and says her name quietly, and she turns around from the second step of the stairs, and she turns around, sliding the blazer off. The silk makes her look amazing, he reckons, a bit foggy with desire, and her heels click as she shifts to the other foot.

She tilts her head to the side; he has a fleeting desire to kiss her neck, holding back a groan at how gorgeous she looks. Carlos? She says quietly, and the straining in his dress pants, the innocent look on her face, it’s all too much.

He kisses her.

The sheer shock of his lips - this boy she’s known since she was still in nappies - against hers makes her gasp, which turns into some kind of relieving moan, which makes him grab her waist desperately.

She runs her hands through his hair, tugging a little; he moans into her hot mouth. She wraps her arms around his neck as he taps her hips - she jumps and squeals as he goes up the stairs, wrapping her arms around his hips. She feels him half hard beneath her - she smirks with satisfaction- and as they barely make it to the kitchen he puts her on the counter, kissing her softly.

He begins to unbutton his shirt as she shoves her bag and his blazer across the counter, and she is met by his lips again; she runs hands over his firm chest with a dirty smile. Her breath hitches as he runs a hand slowly, up and up her thigh, and she boldly gets off the counter to take off her dress, the silk sliding easily. She’s left in just her underwear, and no bra, and he is staring at her, eyes dark, lips parted.

She moves over to the couch after he does, moving to be on top of him, and she dry rides him for a second - his breath catches in his throat - before she leans in to kiss his neck. He is reaching for her, his lips going to meet a nipple in his mouth.

She’s whining sweetly, the noise going straight to his dick, and then she moans nearly pornographically when he sucks, and she’s wriggling beneath him, muttering a curse in Spanish- it’s a sound he could have never dreamed of hearing.

He continues for a short while until she’s moving to pull his cock out of his pants - a short pump makes him squirm under her touch. She lets him hold her hair back as she bends down to have him in her mouth. He grips her head, moaning at the sight of her red lips around him.

She’s nearly got him at the edge- it’s fucking embarrassing, noting that she’s only been at it for a minute or so - so he gently pushes her off him, going to slide off her panties, brushing her thighs, kissing them, breathing something about how sexy she is, and she’s writhing with pleasure as he pushes her back and his tongue makes her hands fumble, tugging his hair, her sweet moans make him more frantic, and her taste on his tongue, she’s whispering rapidly, that lipstick all over his chest, neck, dick, face…

Soon enough she’s moaning loudly, all wriggly in a way that makes him faint with desire, cumming on his tongue, and he continues to eat her out religiously, tasting her greedily, until she’s pushing him away with a gasp.

He scrambles for a condom in his wallet thrown on the coffee table.

After a moment, he moves to position himself to enter her- he looks down at her- to confirm - and she nods desperately, still flushed from her orgasm, hair splayed out, lipstick messy, eyes blown wide, staring at him. He leans in to kiss her, filled by an unusual warmth at their intimacy. She sinks down on his cock, her being overstimulated and him so, so desperate to feel her, results in them both moaning; she sticks her head in the crook of his neck as she rides him, kissing his neck, and he involuntarily thrusts up; she begins to moan as he hits a spot inside her she hasn’t felt before.

He kisses the top of her head - and they’re both too naïve to know that anything casual does not at all go like this - he’s thrusting and she’s moaning, whimpering, screaming his name as the long, thick strokes have them both seeing stars, her hands on his chest as they find each other.

He whispers promises of not much longer and she kisses him instead as he comes- the motion and the gasping, and the rough, quick, hard stuttering of his body makes her come too, and they both have their heads in the crook of each other’s necks as they breathe heavily; he finds her pretty lips with his stained red.

They don’t move at all, instead making out on the couch - she can never look at that couch the same again - and he bites her lower lip as she stares at him, wondering if their lives could ever be the same again.

For better or worse, they would not.

a LOT of yall have been asking for smut so i’ve given it a go haha. lmk your thoughts please, hope you enjoyed.

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[theemporium]

🐈‍⬛ — hi again!! I sent in the request about sugar daddy charlos paying for reader’s textbooks — I’d also love a werewolf charlos (or maxiel) feeling really (sweetly!!) possessive/protective and needy/clingy for the reader close to the full moon!

Also, could I be 🥀 anon if it isn’t taken??

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Full moons were different every month and you had dealt with your fair share of mood swings from your boys. 

You knew that Charles would tend to get snappy, his temper far shorter than it normally would be. Carlos tended to get a little grumpy sometimes, even going as far as being a bit huffy when he couldn’t voice exactly what he wanted. The boys would get angsty and frustrated and on edge on the days approaching the full moon, having that primal part of them bubbling inside them and rearing to escape. 

But you had never seen them quite like this.

It was subtle at first. 

Just a low growl that was almost inaudible when your fingers brushed against the barista when you went for coffee. Or a harsh glare when you were walking down the street, with both boys flanking you either side. 

Then, you started to notice the way they would be eager for you to wear something of theirs before you left the house. Whether it was a hoodie or a sweater or a hat, they just needed you to wear something and they started to get a little pouty if you disagreed.

But with the full moon just three days away, it seemed to hit a new level of clinginess that you had never seen in your boys before. 

“Carlos.”

“Hm?”

“You need to get off.”

“Five more minutes.”

“You said that fifteen minutes ago.”

The Spaniard only let out a huff, nuzzling his face further into the crook of your neck as his arms tightened around your waist. And when you tried to wiggle slightly, he let out a small whine—something so puppy-like that it made your chest tighten a little.

“Please,” he whispered, his lips brushing against a ticklish spot on the base of your neck as he spoke. “Just a little while longer.”

“What has gotten into you two?” You wondered out loud, your fingers beginning to brush through his hair as he let out a pleased hum. 

“Just wanna be close to you,” Carlos muttered. 

You opened your mouth to reply, only to hear a door open somewhere else in the house and soft footsteps echo through the apartment. It made your lips twitch upwards when Charles wandered into the room, his hair still messy and dishevelled and his face clouded with confusion only sleeping could influence. 

His face fell a little when he saw the way you two were cuddled on the couch. “Why did no one wake me up?”

“Aw, baby,” you murmured as you opened your arms, inviting the boy to slowly trudge over before he threw himself down on the floor beside you, his eyes falling shut the second your fingers began to run through his hair. “My needy boys.”

“It makes it easier,” Charles commented, seeking your touch further as he was one step away from crawling onto the couch and shoving Carlos off of you. “Helps take our minds off everything.”

Your face softened. “I’ll always help you boys whatever way you need me.”

“Then ask Carlos to shove over.”

“Ay, I was here first.”

“Exactly, you’ve had your time!”

“You snooze, you lose, Leclerc.”

“Huh?”

And you could only snort in response to your bickering boys.

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[darkroomkisses]

No Broken Promises (Yandere!Ethan Landry x Reader)

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: Soft-Yandere!Ethan has been your best friend since childhood, you two have a bond like no other. But Ethan's love for you isn't as innocent and normal as you believe. One night Ethan takes his "love" too far, changing your friendship forever.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: NON-CON,SMUT, Soft Yandere!Ethan Landry, Dark!Ethan Landry, Possessive!Ethan, Jealous!Ethan, Stalking, Delusional feelings, Panty stealing, Drunk sex, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Breeding, Mostly from Ethan POV. Pay attention to tags and Enjoy! 

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You were special to him. Every time you walked through the doors of a room; his heart felt like it might burst into a million pieces. He watched you from outside your window, he loved that you have a ground floor house. You always forgot to close your curtains because you loved the natural sunlight. It made his stalking much easier.

He watched you move around the room, clearly listening to some music. Something fun and upbeat, by the way you bounced around only in a tank top and underwear, your tits bounced under your tank top. He just knew you were putting on a show for him.

He was getting hard, he slowly shifted his dick sweatpants, trying to conceal as much as he could. He’ll jerk off to this later but right now he wanted to be next to you. He continued to watch, taking in the view for a few moments longer before walking to your front door. He had a key in case of emergencies.

You two were “besties for life” as you would say, you trusted him wholeheartedly. But he felt differently, he loved you, no he worshipped you ever since you two were kids. He knew his feelings were strong and not healthy when he would steal your dirty panties when you weren’t home, stuffing them in his back pocket and jerking off on them when he got home from school. Or when he would send himself your photos when you left your phone around him, you trusted him so much he knew your passcode.

Sometimes he would sit outside your place, just to make sure you were safe, obviously. He couldn’t leave you defenseless around all those disgusting men around.  

He opened your front door. You didn’t notice, it seemed the music was loud, he climbed up the stairs, slowly making his way to your room. He opened your bedroom door and walked in. You still didn’t notice his presence as you continued to dance around. If he could, he would sit and watch you move forever.  

“Boo” He yelled loudly over the music, touching your shoulders. You whipped around suddenly, letting out a little yelp. “Ethan!” you half yelled and laughed. You hit him lightly in the chest.  

“You scared me” you walked over to turn the music down.  

“I couldn’t help it; you look cute dancing all around” he blushed running his eyes over your body. You look sexy in your small top and underwear, and I wanna rip it off and fuck your sweet body he thought but he couldn’t say that to you.  

“Oh my god, totally forgot I’m basically naked right now, yikes” you moved quickly to find something to cover up.  

“Ah don’t worry about it I didn’t even notice” Ethan says coolly moving to sit on your bed, he causally picked up some laundry laid on you bed, clearly in the middle of putting them away. While your back was turned, he picked up your underwear and lightly sniffed it. He was a little disappointed It was clean. It took all his might to put it back in the pile.  

“Ethan, it’s not like we are little kids anymore” sliding on a pair of shorts, just as short as your underwear. Ethan smirked to himself at that. While watching you slide on the shorts all he could think about was pushing you onto the bed ass up. Your body shaking like a leaf, asking him in a small voice what he was doing, moving your ass trying to get away from his touch. He wanted to pin you down and stroke his cock into your tight body. He almost let out a little moan, his fantasy cut short when you moved to the bed to sit next to him.  

“Yeah, we’re grown and respect that” He didn’t. You hummed at his response, a little smile on your face.  

“So, there is a party tonight if you are up for it, Chad wants us to go” lightly rocking into your shoulder. You were thinking it over. 

“I don’t know...I have homework to catch up on and-“ Ethan cut you off.  

“Come on! It will be fun, and I'll be with you the whole time, we’ll cut loose and dance our asses off” Ethan stood up and pulled you on your feet and danced around you, you couldn’t help but laugh at him. He loved hearing your laughter, it filled his heart and dick swell.  

“Okay sure, I’ll go, only cause you’re so talented at dancing” You joke. 

“Yes!” Ethan pulled you into a tight hug. He loved the smell of you, your strawberry shampoo filled his nose. Your soft skin smelled sweet like candy. You always used sweet smelling lotions, and not the kind that gives you a headache; he swears he could spot your scent a mile away. His nose practically had It memorized.

He was intoxicated with your scent, breathing a little heavy now, lost in his thoughts. He felt his pants tighten and his growing erection pressed against your lower belly.  

“Um Ethan...” was all you said. He pulled away quickly moving his hands in front of his growing boner. “I’m sorry” It was all he could think to say. “It’s okay, its normal” you say clearing your throat. You never made him feel uncomfortable even in these moments. You had a big family and had older brothers, so you understood telling him boys will be boys.

You didn’t know Ethan’s feelings for you were not normal, it controlled his thoughts most of the time. He was always imagining you sinking onto his cock basically all day. Or when he was feeling soft, just imagining you cooking him dinner, being his sweet little housewife, cuddling all day, you both growing old together.  

“What should I wear to this party?” you asked, breaking Ethan from his consuming thoughts. You were in your closet running your fingers over your clothes.  

“Something light, it’s going to be hot tonight” you were thinking it over, your face scrunched up in thought. Ethan mostly wanted to see you in a skimpy little dress, walking around the party knowing his best friend was the most gorgeous person in the room, damned any guy that looked twice at you, knowing he would be the only one to touch you.

Ethan had a plan tonight, he wanted to take what was his. Ethan’s couldn’t stand just being friends anymore. He wanted more of you and tonight would make it a little easier to have you. You broke his thoughts.

“what about this?” You slipped out of closet wearing a crop top and tight pink mini skirt. Ethan saw you dressed up before of course, but every time it was like it was like the first time. You were comfortable in your body, you were naturally beautiful, always looking doe-eyed and full of wonder.

“Yup that’s the one, you look so beautiful” Ethan sighed happily as you fidgeted in the mirror, still deciding if it looks good. “You look amazing, just wear it” Ethan walked over to you standing so close with his hands on your shoulders.  

“Yeah, you’re right, thank you Ethan” you plant a light kiss to his cheek and turn to the closet to change back to what you were wearing. You kiss Ethan on the cheek all the time, your way of saying thank you, it wasn’t anything more than that to you. But to Ethan it felt like he was the first kiss all over again. No, better than his first kiss. His first kiss-regrettably wasn’t with you, it was with a sweet girl at summer camp when he was twelve. No coincidence, she looked like you. He was missing you that summer and had a void to fill but that void stayed as empty as Satan's heart that summer. He only wanted you more after that summer.  

“Alright I'll leave you to it, I’ll see you tonight” Ethan announced while you played around in the closet. 

“Okay Ethan, see you later” He turned around and pocketed your panties. Well, he did try to control himself for a little bit.  

When you both made it to the party, Chad quickly grabbed you both some drinks, Ethan pretended to drink, he couldn’t be drunk tonight he wanted to be as aware as possible.

That didn’t stop him from feeding you drinks though. Partly he knew you wanted to really let go tonight after a few stressful exams and he wanted you more suggestible for his own sick gain. The night was young, the party was lively and full, the crowd of people pushing you closer together.

He didn’t leave your sight all night, he was holding onto you tightly, especially when someone would try to talk to you, staring draggers at any man that approached you. Ethan would never forget this night, you kissed him.

You were whispering with Chad then suddenly you kissed him. It felt like a real kiss, you leaned in and kissed his pink lips. It was soft and gentle, even better than what his mind would come up with almost every night. 

You kissed him a second too long, running your tongue across his bottom lip, you pulled away and laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

You said Chad dared you and you never said no to a dare. Ethan was bursting with happiness inside; it wasn’t a joke to him. That kiss woke up something dark inside of him.

He was hungry for you and craved nothing more than to kiss you again. You went back to dancing like nothing happened, Ethan didn’t let go of you after that, afraid you would take back the kiss somehow.  

“Bathroom” you slurred, making your way past the crowd. “I’ll come with-" Ethan said holding on your arm. “I’m a big girl, E” you let out a sigh, shaking his hand off.  

“Don’t fall in” he yelled. You jokily gave him the finger.  

After a while Ethan got shaky, wondering why you were taking so long to come back. Ethan told Chad he’ll be back, he started looks in all the bathrooms in this ridiculously big frat house. When he couldn’t find you, he looked in the bedrooms upstairs. He opens the door at the end of the hallway. 

His eyes light up when he finds you lying on a bed, eyes shut, breathing softly. He smiled warmly, shaking his head at you in this intoxicated state. You drank a lot, mixing different liquors, he knew you would pass out eventually.

He didn’t slow you down or make any meaningful attempt to stop you. He was hoping for it, not that he wanted you sick but looking at you now, laid out on your back legs spread he couldn’t help looking at your cute underwear under your riled up skirt.

He just wanted you free and open to his ideas, he was going to wait to take you home but why pass up the chance now? Ethan shut the door behind him, locking it, he couldn’t risk anyone coming in or having you leave the room. 

Ethan watched you sleep for a moment; he shook you lightly calling your name. You just hummed at him. He was okay with that, Ethan climbed on the bed lying next to you. He cupped your face, lightly brushing his hands down your soft cheek.

He couldn’t take it anymore, already shifting feeling himself becoming hard. He leaned in and softly kissed your lips for the second time tonight. It was heavenly; your soft lips tasted like cotton candy and liquor. His kisses only became more aggressive for you. Ethan moaned tasting your lips, he let his teeth sink into your bottom lip lightly. You react to that, sightly flinching.

Ethan smiles and runs his hand down your body, brushing over your chest and down to your exposed panties. He runs a finger over your wet core, your body quivers with his gentle touch. He rubs you again his slim fingers brushing over your clit.

Ethan moans into your neck. He quickly pushes your underwear down, he climbs on top of you, rutting his clothed boner into your core. Ethan never felt so good he felt like he would cum just by doing this. Your soft breathing picks up.

His pants are damp from your slick, only making his need grow more. Ethan looked at your face, it was twisted with discomfort. Even in this moment Ethan couldn’t help but find you so beautiful. He didn’t feel sorry about touching you without you knowing you were his best friend. He would do anything to make you his.

Ethan pushed his finger into your wet core. You hummed and he pushed in again, making you squirm. Your eyes slowly opened adjusting to the sight on top of you.  

“What” you mumbled, you were still dazed and confused about what was going on.  

“It’s okay, Y/N it’s your Ethan” he said in a soft tone trying to reassure you everything was okay.  

“E-Ethan?” you questioned, unsure if you were dreaming. Ethan finger was still exploring your cunt, making loud sounds as he pushed deeper, you let out a choked moan.  

“Yes baby, only me. Your best friend” Ethan said like it was normal to have a finger up in your best friend. “No Ethan stop” you slurred; your drunken state made it hard to move your body. You tried to sit up, Ethan quickly pushed you back down.  

“Don’t move, it’s fine” Ethan planted a kiss on your lips, you rubbed your eyes like it would change what was happening to you. Ethan accounted for this, it was okay he knew you couldn’t fight him off, he’s stronger and always has been. Ethan removed his finger it was wet he licked it clean, moaning at the taste of you on him.  

You started to cry “Y/N, hey don’t cry, I would never hurt you” Ethan pulled his pants down, rubbing his cock on your entrance. You weakly pushed at him again, he didn’t move an inch.

“Just stop, no I don’t want it” your words were hard to hear between your cries. “You do want it; I know you do. You love me” Ethan voice was loud, a dark edge to it. Your blood ran cold. He was right, you did love him but not like this, never like this. You pushed him again, Ethan grabbed your wrists pinning them above your head, you struggled in his tight grip.   

“Don’t make me tie your hands up, I will” Ethan warned you in a soft voice. He didn’t want to hurt you, but a little pain to make you understand he wasn’t fucking around, he would make you his tonight.  

“Why?” You whined, your lip shaking. “Why? because I love you Y/N, I love you” Ethan breathed into your mouth. Your eyes went wide and before you could say anything Ethan pushed himself inside of you and kissed your lips hard. He moaned into your mouth, shushing any objections to his confession. Ethan couldn’t handle how good it felt too finally be inside of you. Your mind went blank, shock strong on your face. Ethan didn’t care too focused on the wet feeling his cock hitting your insides.  

“No E, this isn’t love” you cry out. Ethan thrusted into you again harder this time “You’ve been mine all my life, now we’re connected. We’re one.” You break one of your wrists free of his grip and scratch Ethan in the face, a little blood trickle out. Ethan usually sweet eyes went dark, his face twisted with pain. Ethan wraps his hands around your neck. So much for not hurting you.

“Don’t you understand? You’re my everything, I love you!” Ethan shouted in your face, making you only cry harder. Ethan humps into you roughly, his cock dragging against your walls, your tight cunt squeezed him tightly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it you feel so good” Ethan whimpered, he let your neck go and you let out a little cough. “Ethan, I won’t be mad, just-just stop now” your breathing sped up, your pleas not being heard. “I can’t stop, I'm sorry Y/N, so sorry” Ethan cries out. He wraps your legs around his waist, pushing himself deeper into you. “Fuck, it’s not my fault” Ethan strokes your face staring to your eyes “Forget everyone who touched you before. Your pussy belongs to me. Your body. Your heart. Y/N all mine.”

The light in your eyes dimmed, Ethan pressed into you, he knows you’ll come around to him that you’ll be his forever. Ethan held you so tight hugging you, you couldn’t breathe under him. He was suffocating you, filling you up in a way you never imagined, he scared you in this moment, it made your heart break. You didn’t know Ethan could do something so heinous.  

Ethan could feel himself getting close, he smiled thinking about coming deep into you, filling your perfect hole with his seed, he wants to be his little wife, you having all his babies. It filled Ethan with Joy, he breathed into your neck, shivers ran down your body. He planted kisses on your neck. His movements got sloppier as he melted into you, he grabbed your face roughly.

”Tell me you’ll never leave me; tell me you love it” Ethan panted out. You don’t say anything, you’re too choked up to speak. “Say it, say it” Ethan moaned his fingers digging into your face.

“I-I love it. I w-won't leave you...ever Ethan” you manage, your weepy voice making it hard to understand. Ethan only cared about your words, ignoring your discomfort.

“Fuck, I can’t take it. I'm going to cum inside you, make you mine” You try to shift away, your protests and no's falling deaf to Ethan ears, even though you know he could hear you. Ethan thrusted hard into, he strutters, milking himself into your unwanted hole.

Ethan didn’t move, he clung to you like a moth to a flame. You let out a silence sob, feeling Ethan’s warm cum inside you. Ethan pulled out slowly, he looked at your crying face, he kisses your cheeks softly. You laid there silently for a while. You couldn’t move, and you were scared to talk. Ethan finally broke the thick silence

“I know you don’t understand now. But you will, I'm never letting you go. You were made for me” Ethan bared his wild eyes into you. You let out a cry again, Ethan held you close, shushing you lightly. You were scared because you knew Ethan would keep his promise to you. After a decade of friendship Ethan never broke his promises, why would he start now? 

[stellari-s]

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request; they are stories that were written for some friends in the ithaqua discord server! namely @ithaquakisser among others, hehe.

wc; 2089 (1087 + 1002).

tags; gn! reader, morningstar! ithaqua, dark romance, morningstar calls you a “marionette”, unhealthy relationship, mentions of the returned! tracy, blood and injury (on reader).

summary; you two have fallen too far. but at least, together you fall. this realization hits you as morningstar dances with you and gives you bloody kisses...

i. a bird in a cage

have you ever thought about the prospect of pricking your finger on a thorn of a deep, deep red rose, only for poison to spread across your body? have you felt that raw pain, simultaneously sharp and dull, so deep that it cuts your soul? it’s such a pitiful, beautiful prospect - so much so it sends euphoric shivers through your spine.

“i love you, morningstar.” a prim yet faux smile pulls on your lips as you grip the glass vase in your hand. through its fragile surface one can see the thorn-lathered roses: a blatant symbol of love. “more than you know - and more than i know, too. i love you from the bottom of my heart. will you take these flowers?”

morningstar is looking up at the sky: a navy blanket with flickering silver specks and the moon smiling wickedly as a crescent. it’s not unlike the smile the man wore now. while you can’t see his eyes through that ominous black mask, you know they are striking gold, like the sun.

he doesn’t accept your flowers, instead grabbing your wrist and pulling you in. his claws are like the thorns of roses in and of themselves, pricking into your (s/c) skin and drawing a little bit of blood. he then pulls you in, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“oh, my sweet little marionette, i must say you’ve gotten better at choosing your words. will you appease the masses with those lips of yours now?” he places an index finger on your lips for a fleeting moment before he steps back, arms releasing their oppressing hold from your waist. naturally, you step away, keeping one of your hands intertwined with his.

you start dancing with him, albeit against your will. you can only go with the other’s whims.

over time, you have come to realize that this man before you, while he looks almost like a god with that silver braided hair of his, that black mask that complemented his black attire and red cape, his character is twisted: apathetic to everything but that which he loathes, even words that were coated in sweet honey is laced with an icy undertone of indifference.

you find that fascinating about him, just as much as you find it frustrating.

“how do you know if my words are empty or not?”

he lets out a hum in thought, but as he lifts your arm to twirl you around, he chuckles. though it gives you mixed feelings to admit it, his voice makes your heart beat faster like being spiked with an electric shock.

“because you and i are not so different,” he finally replies following several moments of silence that feels as thick as molasses. “look at you now, being able to manipulate words like the back of your hand.” his voice is mocking - lathered with a sweet poison that you still have not grown immune to.

he spins you around once again, and when he steps to the right, you take a step to the left.

you two are always on opposite sides. it’s almost like you are always staring at a reflection of yourself: a version of what you could have ended up.

“you’ve fallen too far, like myself.”

“yet, we are different,” you reply, “unlike me, you are not ashamed of it at all, and that irritates me.” when he pulls you in again, you take this opportunity to reach for the dagger sheathe on his belt with your free hand. your movements are swift, having been trained by miss reznik before. everything happens in one motion: the unsheathing of the silver blade that ominously gleams in the night, followed by the sharp blade pressed dangerously close to the other’s throat. “so much that it makes me want to see your blood spill the floor.”

despite a knife being pressed to his throat this very moment, morningstar’s smile never fades. in fact, it seems to widen, as if this whole ordeal and being on the brink of death amuses him.

or perhaps he is just overconfident; dare you say that sounds like him as well.

“unlike you,” you continue, “i don’t drag out what doesn’t need to be dragged out.”

“yet your hand is trembling.” morningstar’s fingertips graze your hand. when you follow the slow, almost lethargic motion with your eyes, you see that like he had said, your hand is trembling.

it isn’t very noticeable, but given you two’s proximity, it’s probably more obvious.

“i…”

morningstar leans in, whispering in your ear. “let this ‘venerable one’ teach you what it’s really like to have the resolve to kill someone.”

in the blink of an eye, in a hauntingly quick yet graceful motion, he snatches his large halberd, adorned with a single lantern that emits a faint flickering glow like the stars above, and swings at you. he aims away from your heart - you aren’t sure if that’s on purpose or not, but you don’t want to think about it either with the imminent danger before you - but he still slashes from your shoulder down to the center of your chest.

the pain doesn’t even hit you immediately, as you are still recovering from shock.

that is just how quick morningstar is.

you try to hold back a whimper as your shock slowly subsides, replaced by the pain of the wound inflicted by the “god”-like human before you, but you can’t stop it from escaping your lips. eventually, your knees buckle, and you fall to your knees, probably scraping them on the hard stone floor. when you look down at your own clothes, you see the dark stains soaking your clothes.

with a lighthearted laugh, morningstar leans down so he’s at the same eye level as you. “you’ve fallen too low to come back up to the light, yet you still have such a long way to go. do you see now just how pitiful you are?” he cups his hands on your cheeks as though he cares for you, his smile turning deceptively gentle. “all you can do right now is stay by my side like a marionette.”

those words sink in your chest, making it difficult to breathe. he reaches into his pocket to pull out a ring. the jewel adorning it is a bright red, akin to roses bathing in the sunlight.

a beautiful cage for a bird whose wings can no longer fly.

with a soft sigh, you lift your right hand, letting it fall limp as morningstar slides it on your ring finger.

ii. bloody kisses

through the silent night is the sound of hacking.

at first, you aren’t completely sure who it is that’s coughing so unceremoniously, desperately clinging onto whatever little life they have left. eventually, though, you come to a realization: a terrifying one, yet one that simultaneously calms the stormy waves raging within the vestiges of your unsettled heart.

that voice belongs to you. you know because the salty tang of blood starts to force its way up past your throat.

“you look so vile right now that it’s beautiful, my dear marionette.”

pain spreads all over your body, fluctuating between dull throbs and sharp pangs that nearly bring you to the verge of tears as you move around. you can’t speak, not in your current condition, but hearing a voice and feeling a presence next to you provides a much-needed distraction.

even if said voice and presence is someone you loathe in your heart.

though all words are stuck in your throat by the clogged blood threatening to spill from your lips, and your breathing becomes even more ragged by the moment, your eyes meet with those golden ones, reminiscent of the sun - morningstar.

you try glaring at him, but he only smiles back, his eyes narrowing.

“surrounded by roses” - the smell reminds you of a sickeningly sweet perfume - “and beneath the night of the full moon” - he tilts his head, his lips stretching into a smirk that isn’t necessarily mocking you, but still drips with his narcissistic nature - “how long i’ve dreamed of this day.”

for a moment, you hold his stare, but then you close your eyes.

if i stare at him any longer, i’ll have to deal with both blood and bile.

you don’t like how he calls you “marionette” - a doll meant to be controlled - but at the same time you can’t help but feel drawn to the way he talks. it’s almost endearing in a way, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he actually cares for you from his heart.

but this is morningstar: he has already fallen too low, even while sitting upon a gilded throne on top of a “glorious” tower. you honestly don’t think he’s capable of such feelings anymore.

as you try to cough out some more blood that’s clogging in your throat, you hear him chuckle as he sits before you on his knees so you are at the same eye level. he plucks a nearby rose by its stem and plucks its petals, one by one. “i was waiting for the day you’d rebel against me, so i could see you like this.”

he stops plucking in the middle, instead putting the rose in the locks of your hair. those pale, slender fingers of his brushes along your cheek as they do, grazing it with a small cut with how sharp his claws are.

you open your mouth: while you can’t speak out loud, you can at least mouth some words in response.

to your surprise, though, morningstar places an index finger gently over your lips. he leans down so you can feel some strands of his braided platinum hair tickle your cheeks and coos, “shh, marionettes shouldn’t speak out.”

your eyes widen as he leans down even more, his lips nearing yours. your lips waver as your body remains petrified before his god-like presence.

like a drum, your heart beats faster and faster, filling your ears to the point it drowns out all other sounds.

time slows down, nearly stopping completely in place. going through the flow of time feels like walking through molasses. it slows more and more... until his lips brush on yours.

at first, it’s light kisses that don’t go beyond feather-like pecks that you can barely feel. it’s like he’s teasing you, hoping to make you beg for more.

perhaps he wants to see me cry too.

much to your chagrin, though, it seems crying is a natural reaction to him kissing you. you aren’t sure if it’s because you’re disgusted or overwhelmed with some other emotion you can’t really name.

“as i thought, tears suit you the most.” his fingers cup your cheeks before your lips meet once again.

unlike the first time, this kiss is deeper - it feels as though he is drowning you in a sick sense of euphoria that you can’t help but want more of.

it’s a feeling akin to being spiked with a drug that blurs your thoughts with pleasure, destroying and burying any rationality six feet under.

you can’t think - only overwhelming feelings drown your senses, numbing them and overflowing them at the same time.

it makes your body tremble, and you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to contain your feelings that you can’t put into words until he lets go.

you open your eyes, and though your vision is blurred by tears, you can still make out morningstar’s figure: his hair that resembles the moonlight, that black attire with a dark red cape, his striking golden eyes and... slightly blood-stained lips.

for a moment you can’t think of anything - your mind is empty after having been kissed so deeply like that, by morningstar no less. You can only stare at him blankly with your mind in a euphoric daze, not bothering to blink out the tears stuck in your eyes.

his hands withdraw from your cheek, moving to his own lips as he smiles, licking the blood staining his lips from having kissed you.

“you are most beautiful like this.”

his words bring you out of your daze, and with shaking hands and sweat tracing the side of your face, you reach for your ring finger, where a sickeningly familiar crimson ring is bound snugly around.

a breath later, you pull it out and throw it to the ground, watching as all the crimson colors blur together to a puddle of sins.

morningstar seems nothing less than amused, though, for he knows the truth.

at this point, you’ve both fallen too far.

[g3minimars]

Could I please request a Kyle x reader fic where Kyle finds out his girlfriend is in the hospital after being in a car accident?

I’m sorry|Kyle Broflovski x fem!reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Genre - Angst/Fluff🥀🌸

Warnings: Attempted suicide, self hatred, angst, swearing, mentions of death. All characters are aged up. Please let me know if I missed anything for the warnings, or if there are any typos in the story. This story is based off of a previous story I made around two years ago on one of my other blogs, @59candelas. You can read the story here

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”I don’t care!” Yelled a voice across the room. “You’re the reason we can’t afford to go to my mother’s for the week. She’s sick and you don’t seem to give a shit considering all you do is just sit around in the house while I have to go make us money, I have to take care of the house.” The words he spoke made you want to hide in a hole and never come out. “At least you have a mom.” You spoke before leaving the room towards your car. “Yeah, run away like you always do.” He said again before you slammed the door behind you. You and Kyle never got in fights. At least, not fights like these. Sure, there would be times you two fought, but those were stupid fights, playful ones even.

I got in my car, thinking about what Kyle had said. Well, yelled I suppose. He wants to go to visit Shelia because she’s terribly sick right now. He said that all I do is sit around all the time, even though I make dinner every night, clean the house, and take care of our mini garden. Apparently he doesn’t seem to care about my mom, who’s dead. She died in a car accident last year, and I’m still recovering from it. We got in a fight, just like the fight me and Kyle had except on a different topic. The cops said that it was a suicide, and she had driven into a crosswalk sign.

I was driving to our local coffee shop, to get some coffee to calm my nerves. But, what if I just ended it like my mother did? What if the world would be better without me in it? What would Kyle think? He probably wouldn’t mind. Kyle, I’m sorry we’ve been getting into fights lately. But, you probably want me dead. I guess I should just end it. For our sake.

Sirens, yelling, swearing, Kyle. I drove into a crosswalk sign, just like my mother did. I couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t see anything. But, I could hear, and I heard Kyle, crying it sounded like. He was here, probably here to see me die. I don’t blame him, I’d want to see me die too. Except, these weren’t happy tears, these were the tears of someone who was sad, in pure despair, someone who felt of loss.

I was transported to the hospital, Kyle came too. He held my hand I think. I couldn’t feel it but one of the doctors said that he can’t hold my hand. When we arrived at the hospital, they put me in the uncomfortable hospital dresses or whatever they are and put me in a bed with oxygen tubes. I think I’m in a coma. At least I get to suffer for hopefully the rest of my life.

She was laying there, in a coma. The cops said that she tried to commit suicide, but she didn’t hit the sweet spot that lead to death. It’s my fault. I’m the reason. I should be in her place. I should be in pain, suffering, feeling like I’m in hell. I already feel that, after what I’ve done. Pain in my heart, suffering inside, and in hell knowing what I’ve done. I shouldn’t have yelled at her. I love her, and here she is, dying, on what’s probably her death bed. I should be in her place. I should be suffering. I should be dead.

“K-kyle?” she spoke. A soft touch applied to the one who spoke. Hand in hand, and eye to eye. “I want you to know that I didn’t mean anything I said earlier. I want you to know that I love you and you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re the most hardworking, responsible, and beautiful person I have ever met. I love you. I’m sorry.”

A brief silence.

“I love you too Kyle.”

-g3minimars

[vale-var]

Shabana siblings🩸🌹

ok so I love Gyutaro and Daki/Ume(they are the reason why I washed demon slayer actually hehe)and i need to incued them in my AU so here we go

🥀🩸Gyutaro🩸🥀

Them story is not that different from the canon,only that here they do not burn Ume,but once in a dispute that Gyutaro was having with some clients and he was defending himself and protected Ume,Kagaya found them and rescued them,because he saw potential in Gyutaro so He recruited him,he accepted him on the condition that they let him go with his sister,and due to the poor condition in which Gyutaro was,they were sent to the garden mansion, there he met Shinobu with whom he instantly hit it off(platonically speaking)both chatted and Shinobu showed him the breathing style she was doing,insect breathing, and when he was already in better condition he was sent to a water breathing master,from there mixed with Shinobu's insect breathing,he created his breathing style,the blood breathing,and by the time he was 18 he was officially named the blood hashira

✨🌹Ume🌹✨

Well,even though Gyutaro asked her to come with him,he didn't want Ume to become a slayer,but she wanted to join and during the time she was in the garden mansion she met the one who was the only hashira in charge at that time,Sabito,and she asked her for help,because she thought that it would look very suspicious if she disappeared out of now here,and well,he knew it, but he warned her that she would have to tell her brother eventually and Ume asepted,Sabito gave her the nod and went to the final selection at the same time as Gyutaro where she had to tell the truth to her brother,they passed and then at 14,Ume was officially named as the beauty hashira

[fatuismooches]

I'm sure this was a thing already, but imagine Dottore with medicine-interested reader. Like he's be so excited !! And helps you learn stuff, using the most gory and drastic analogies.

And no, he isn't using you as excuse to slack on his duties and skip harbingers meeting. And no, he *definitely* doesn't want to spend more time with you. And finally no, none of session finish with you two being unable to get off each other..

And lets you practice of fatui soldiers that are too unfortunate to end up being treated by Dottore. The situation unfolds just like in old joke:

Fatui soldier: Sorry, doc. This is my first gunshot wound..

Reader: Don't worry!! Mine too^^

*Fatui soldier look at Reader in fear* *Dottore looks at Reader proudly*

To be fair fatuus prefer to be treated by Reader, because at least they don't suddenly say something like "hm...? What if I cut this part off? For how long they'll stay alive?🤔", well, in 99% of cases. Dottore's influence is infectious, there's nothing you can do about jt

-🥀 who can't escape Dottore love

HAHA he definitely would be!! 😭 I think he secretly feels so validated when you share similar interests/hobbies as him, he pretends not to at first but he's so down to start ranting to you about them and also giving you physical demonstrations. Medicine is no different, I imagine he's quite well-versed in that area too as he needs to... patch up his experiments before they die too quickly.

Dottore strikes me as a good teacher, but only if you know him as a person. Like, the average person wouldn't hope to understand his tangents and explanations, but if you've been with him for this long you definitely know his little quirks and mannerisms, how his very strange yet somehow accurate analogies make sense even though they shouldn't, and that his words really just click. I think it's at times like this where it really hits that your partner is an absolute genius.

He makes the excuse that he now has an apprentice to teach for skipping the meetings. Which isn't exactly a flat-out lie but... it's a different situation when your apprentice is also your lover. No Dottore, it is not standard procedure to be kissing each other during training. No, you shouldn't be sitting on his lap as he explains to you various medicines and their applications. This is all a normal part of the work, he insists.

Not the poor Fatui soldiers being reader's guinea pigs 😭😭 At least this time they're more of a willing participant... and they don't have to deal with any morally dubious intentions. Sure, they'll have to deal with the Doctor hovering over them still but it's still better than being treated by the man himself... I can just imagine the regular Fatui crowding at your camp for you to treat them instead of Dottore. At least you're less scary and less crazy (for now) and also nicer!

[chu-diaries]

140 days of productivity: day 104/140

📸: walking in downtown + my Christmas tree is a little different + books and games

“Those who have not reached the threshold of death have not truly experienced life.” I read this quote in my book this morning and it really stuck with me. I’m enjoying my book a little more now — the main character has the same type of cancer as a friend of mine, so I could easily connect with her.

I had a good session with my therapist (it seems like we’ve finally made some progress) and then I worked on the graphic design for my candle shop. I answered emails, counted products in inventory, and planned activities for the coming weeks. I also went for a run before dinner and was so happy to hit my VO2 max! I’ve never performed so well in a workout session.

I had dinner watching Arcane and then played Valorant only to find out that I’m terrible at it. Today was also the day to decorate my Christmas tree with colorful lights. Yes, my Christmas tree is literally a tree in my outdoor hallway, but I love it!

🥀: day 17/27

💧: 1 L

🧠: meditation (5 min)

🧘🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🏃🏻‍♀️: outdoor running (2 km)

🕯️: worked on graphic design + answered emails + inventory check (4 h)

📿: 🚫

🇰🇷: 🚫

📺: arcane ep. 5

📚: the diagnosis and other stories by jostein gaarder

🎧: hey mama! - exo cbx

🛑: 🚫

💊: 🚫

[cheesus-doodles]

Hello again! How are you? I'm the anonymous person who previously asked about the "boss". When reading your response about her personality in the "red dragonflies au", I realized it was me who had asked the same question back in 2022, recognized by the heart character I usually use haha, I didn't even remember that.

To be more recognizable, I'll use a more specific emoji this time.

This isn't a writing request, but I'd like to know about your creative process when writing. Usually, I focus more on my ideas after having a cup of coffee and meditating with white noise. My mind organizes better, and I avoid making too many mistakes.

I can say that your profile is one of my havens in the tokyo revengers community. Your writing and character inspired me to pick up an old project I started weeks after reading a few chapters of the manga, back when my only concerns were school exams, haha.

— 🥀.

was thinking between posting this now and next week, but I suppose it doesn't quite make a difference! will be back working on some longer fics but i'll make sure there's no drought next week

Masterlist

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Hello again 🥀 anon! well I have to say its great to see you around, and to have a recognisable emoji! :D I'm super thankful that you decided to stick around here all this time, best of luck with that project (and if you don't mind, I would love to see it whenever you're done!)

Ahh I do kinda miss school a little - the transition to work life is still pretty jarring ngl ;-; I still hate it time to time but what can we do amrite HAHAHAHA

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In terms of my creative process, I had a think about it because I was originally going to say that I didn't have any fixed process, but then I realised that the one constant time that I would get some writing done would be usually late nights/early mornings right before bed time. Mostly because I work full time and there are chores and stuff to do around the house after work, but also because I've always been a night owl and I find writing a good way to burn off whatever energy I have left before bedtime. Plus usually I get a bit more loose and fluid when I'm tired (its pretty strange ngl - the logic is just too strong for yanderes to make sense when I'm fully awake).

I also love to watch/listen to news updates/documentaries/financial stuff while I write? Or if I'm overstimulated I listen to music! I did try watching some cafe asmr while writing previously but I get too distracted watching the video to write so that didn't work out HAHAHAHA

But writing when I'm tired generally has an adverse effect on the sentence structure/grammar/generally story flow, so I will use my awake brain to string together what my tired brain wrote the previous night. From time to time at least, other times I'm just too impatient and just fuck it and post it.

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Inspiration also tends to hit me here and there, so I will occasionally write down ideas and sentences at work if I have free time, or while I'm out and about on weekends - just pop open Tumblr/Google Docs and jot it down before I forget! Might be that I was mulling over the prompt/idea and I see/hear/think something that hits just right!

Yea but that's how I usually go about it! As chaotic as it sounds ngl, but it works I suppose :))

Would love to hear more about your idea flow/creative process if you would like to share! Like where you get your ideas and inspiration, character personalities, or anything else you want to talk about :)

[listenheresweaty]

Ok uh here goes

Can I get revivedbur headcanons for a reader who was very hurt by his betrayal? Like all rev wants to do is be nice to reader and love them but they want nothing to do with him?

-roses 🥀

ohhh boy my first ask

first off i wanna say that i absolutely love this idea. perfect angst fodder mmm

im not that great at writing angst. when im not sure what to write i add a lot of insignificant details until i get motivation. so hopefully this is satisfying :) If not, i'll try to come up with some more concise headcanons for wilbur trying to regain the reader's affections.

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First off, I'd like to point out that Wilbur right after revival and Wilbur a couple days after revival (especially after the events of hitting on 16) are quite different

When he's freshly revived, Wilbur is ecstatic. He's alive, rejuvenated, and ready to cause mayhem in every conceivable corner of the server.

Ever the ambitious man, his first concerns are with gaining power--- or, rather, interfering with power. He wants to become relevant, involved in the incessant, political push-and-pull of mankind that has interested him since a young age.

Eventually, though, the adrenaline wears off and he starts thinking about the people in his life. Tommy, who he had immediately recruited for his expeditions to Las Nevadas. Phil and Technoblade, who he visited gladly. And you. You're there, just a short 5 minute walk from Technoblade's house.

Wilbur's sitting at the table with Phil, making small talk about the weather or something when you walk in, throwing open the door with a huff and brushing the snow out of your hair. You look a mess, hair wet and plastered to your cheeks and your nose red and sniffling.

God, how he's missed you.

You freeze when you see him, your voice dying in your throat.

Wilbur smiles oh so sweetly, opening his mouth to speak.

Phil accidentally interrupts him, standing up and explaining the situation to you--- yes, the rumors were true. Yes, Dream is on his necromancer arc. No, he's not Ghostbur.

Wilbur tries his best to speak with you, but it's hard with Phil and Techno there. And for some reason you won't speak to him directly, asking all questions about him to Phil, such as "When was he revived? Was it really dream who revived him?"

When you do address him, your answers are clipped, polite but distant.

He figures it's just because it's awkward with Phil around.

But even when he manages to catch you alone, you try to push him away, glaring at him before stalking off with your jaw clenched and your face hidden from his view.

ouch.

That doesn't deter him for long: Quackity had brushed him off with an eye roll and a dismissive wave of the hand, and yet their rivalry is still underlined by a vague sense of respect and friendliness. (keyword: vague). So, he'll just act the same as he does with Quackity!

But as soon as he starts pestering you too, popping up in your house to nick a few items and smirk at you, the look in your eyes stops him dead in his tracks.

"Get out of my house, Soot!" Your tone of voice catches him off guard. There isn't a trace of amusement or playful exasperation. Your annoyance is so profound it borders on disgust.

All the lighthearted mischievousness that had been previously dancing in his rib cage is extinguished in a heartbeat. His smirk fades, and he stands in silence.

"Didn't you fucking hear me? Get out!"

"Darling, I-I.. " He laughs nervously. "I was just joking, you can have your stuff back---"

"I don't care if you steal, leave or burn them. I want you out of my house."

"But--... I don't--"

"---And don't call me darling."

"I don't understand."

"What? What don't you understand?"

"I didn't.. I just want to talk." He raises his hands in surrender, exhaling slowly. "I just wanted to talk."

"I don't want to talk." You say, quiet and composed once more. "You aren't welcome here. Just--- get out. Please."

He wanted to stay and argue, but something about the way you were looking at him was almost more suffocating than Limbo. He turned tail and nearly bolted out of there.

---

He doesn't visit you for a while after that. It's even worse if you had been attached to Ghostbur--- because of course you were attached to Ghostbur.

And after hitting on 16? When he goes on his apology arc?

If people don't accept your apology, Phil had said, you need to let them go.

And so Wilbur does the same thing with you as he did with Tommy: avoiding you like the plague in fear of having to inevitably let you go.

He still spends his time thinking about you, of course. Whenever you two accidentally end up in the same area, he stands to the side, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

The only way he's going to end up talking to you is if Eret sets it up, not revealing it to either of you until you're face to face.

You've calmed down since your last encounter with Wilbur. Although your opinions haven't changed, you willingly sit down to talk with him.

He, too, is less insistent with his apology. "Listen, I-I.. I know this won't fix things. I don't expect them to."

Wilbur pauses, and you raise an eyebrow for him to continue.

"But you-- you mean a lot to me." He says, wincing at the immediate scoff from you. "You do. You mean the world to me."

"Months. Months you lied to me, in Pogtopia. Months we all spent slaving away to get L'Manburg back-- and I did it all for you! I fought for that country because you loved it like life itself. You watched us fight for it, you let us bleed and sweat and shed tears for it, all while knowing all our efforts would be in vain because you'd be blowing it to pieces regardless. And then you up and left! You left us all, left us to pick up your pieces and drag your body to be buried. "

" ______." Wilbur said your name, quietly.

"-- And you proposed to me! The day beforewe were about to fight to get back L'Manburg, you got down on one knee and proposed.--"

"______." Wilbur repeated.

"You promised we'd have a life after the war. You looked me in the eyes and promised me this, knowing damn well what would happen the next day."

Wilbur doesn't say anything. His shoulders sag, deflating.

You sigh too. "And then you're revived. Months go by, I don't hear a word from you--- not that I was asking to--- and now you're apologizing."

Wilbur falls silent. "I'm selfish."

You purse your lips and move to speak, but he cuts you off.

"I'm not saying that to provoke pity or fish for compliments or serve an excuse. I'm just stating the fact. I am, at heart, a selfish person. I-- that's why I proposed to you that day. I-I knew it would hurt. I thought it would.. keep you closer, wanting to avoid you leaving me. Even though I was the one leaving." He exhales, running a hand through his hair.

The brutal honesty has you dumbfounded, searching for any traces of trickery or manipulation-- but not finding any. He seems genuine. Incredibly self-depreciating, but genuine.

"..And that's the reason I haven't apologized to you until now." Wilbur continues, seeing that you weren't going to speak. "I didn't.. I couldn't bear to hear a formal rejection."

You don't know what to do, having exhausted yourself with your outburst earlier. So you just nod in understanding.

"I-I'm going to be honest. I really, really don't want to let you go. But I've promised myself that that's what I'll do if you don't accept my apology. If you want me to leave you alone, say the word. You won't have to see me again. But if there's anything I can do, anything to earn a second chance for myself--- I'll do it." He rambles on. "I don't need you to love me. I want you to--- I really want you too-- but I don't need you to. I just don't want you to hate me."

You chew on your bottom lip thoughtfully. "I don't hate you."

He looks relieved, hope lighting up his features.

"...But I don't know if I'll accept your apology."

His face falls.

"I know I don't accept it right now. And I think that's understandable. I want to accept it sometime in the future, Wilbur, I just.. I need time."

Wilbur nods, mouth twitching as he works up the nerve to speak. "Would you.. prefer if I stayed away, during that time?"

"I don't want you to outright avoid me." You admit. "If we happen to end up in the same place together, I´ll talk to you. But I think some distance would be helpful."

"Yeah." He manages, clearing his throat. "Yeah, I'll... I can wait."

Wilbur looks back up at you. "I'll wait for you." He promises.

and then he leaves for utah

[icdrawings]

Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 2

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Gold's pov

Aunt Nell rang the door bell, a butler opened it showing us the Pillar's. I tilted my head down because of how intimidating they looked but Aunt harshly nudged me with her shoulder making me pick my head up quickly to not cause anymore fuss.

"Oh, my goodness,oh ,such grandeur such impeccable taste! Oh, beautiful, innit?"my aunt said excitedly in a fake polish accent "it's not as big as our place, dear, Mm, a little bit shabby, really, isn't it?" Uncle stated only to get wacked by Aunt Nell "shut up" she screeched in a shush tone.

"Why you must be Mr. Pillar, oh, yes, I must say you don't look like a day over 20" Uncle William attempted to use flattery only for Aunt to hit him again "smile, darling, smile" Mrs. Pillar whispered a bit too loud "well, hello, what a pleasure, welcome to our home" Mr. Pillar said with a crooked smile and attempted a cheerful tone, I could tell that we weren't welcomed here but my Aunt and Uncle thought otherwise "Oh-oh-oh! Thank you!" Aunt sounded pleased "we'll be taking tea in the west drawing room, oh, do come this way" Mrs. Pillar said gesturing us to followed.

"Oh I love what you've done with the place, who is your decorator?" a sad attempt of Aunt Nell trying to make small talk "nice tiles, shame about the drapes" Uncle snarled "oh, my husband says such foolish things, ignore him" Aunt Nell said trying to shut him up. They were too caught up in there acting to notice that I stopped walking to gaze at the grand piano they had, it looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. The more I looked at it the more memories of Coin can rush back, oh, how he would have played this instrument to retirement.

~ Flashback ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

(Age 6 at old home)

With some figs I had my way to Coin's music room, he's been playing for hours now, I didn't want him to go hungry. The music grew louder as I got closer, holding the figs I gently knocked on the door to get his attention without startling him. "come in" hearing him, I opened the door to see Coin writing down some sheet music "hi Coin, I brought you something to eat" holding up the figs "Figs! my favorite! oh, you shouldn't have, thanks Gold" he said excitedly as I handed him the figs before leaving "hey Gold" I turned around "why don't we share" patting the space next to him on the seat "okay" I said happy to spend time with my brother, taking a seat we each grabbed a fig and started eating. It was a comfortable silence looking around the music room taking notes of all the different instruments that surrounded us before turning behind me to look at the piano, "hey Coin can I ask a question?" I said "shoot!" he said "why do you play your instrument almost everyday?" I asked out if curiosity.

Coin stuffed his mouth with the rest of the fig before placing a hand on my head "because if I don't how will I know my music is appreciated" he smile as I looked at him in utter confusion "if I don't use my instruments then why have them if not to create something that brings me joy, by the use and well care of the instruments shows the appreciation of the musician and their music" he rubbed my head "that's why I play so much, to show how much I thank the instruments and my talent to be who I am, in every song I play" I looked at him in awe understanding how much he loved being a musician " could... could you teach me a melody?" stunning him a bit before he chuckled rubbing my head more "sure how about the piano, I got just the melody" he said as we cleaned our hand before turning to play the piano.

~ Flashback ended ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I swiped the dust off the seat before opening the covers of the piano, taping out each key to make sure each was working and surprisingly they were, starting to play that same melody Coin taught me all those years ago.

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Howdy's pov

I rushed to meet with my parents only to be stopped hearing music coming form a piano, I know for a fact that no one in this place knows how to play the piano, it was only for an aesthetic choice to make my family look richer. Forgetting what I was originally doing as curiosity rushed in, I went to see who was playing. Quickly but quietly walked towards the stairs, looking down,I saw that it was my soon-to-be partner Gold Treasure, I must say they look gorgeous in that dress and played beautifully. I got closer, going down each step.

I was right behind them trying to think of a way to announce my presence, but seeing them reach for a key I got excited and pressed it, that was a bad idea because they flinched hard "o-oh do forgive me, I was lost in the melody" they said trying to get up "you play beautifully" I said mentally slapping myself for scaring them "I-I do apologize, Mr. Pillar, how rude of me to... well..." They tried to continue but kept stuttering "Mother won't let me near the piano" I took over the conversation "music is improper for a young man, too passionate she says" I explained as they looked at the piano sadly "I wouldn't think so, my brother loved to play music as if it was a part of his very soul, even the melody I played now it was his original creation" they said getting me curious "your brother plays, that's amazing and what you were playing just now, he wrote it, then I must meet him, will he be there at the wedding?!" I asked excitedly hoping to finally learn how to play the piano "sadly he won't be with us at the wedding" Gold said in a more quiet tone making me feel guilty for asking, thinking of a way to change the subject.

"If I may ask, M-Mr Pillar...where is your chaperone" they asked catching me off guard "perhaps in-in this view of circumstances, you could call me Howdy" I said "oh, yes, of course, well... Howdy" they sounded nervous "yes... Gold" I said in a similar nervous tone "to... tomorrow we are to be... m... m... Mm" "married" I finished their sentence. "O-oh, yes, m... m... married" they finally were able to say it, I finally decided to sit down next to them but they moved away a little which was understandable, we have only just met "since I was a child, I've always dreamed of my wedding day, I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with, someone to spend the rest of my life with, silly isn't it" I said rubbing the back on my next with my top right hand, top left hand tapping the seat, and my bottom hands fiddling with each other.

"Oh, no, that doesn't sound silly at all"they said surprising me as I looked at them, as they looked down at their hand "it wound be a beautiful thing, a wonderful thing" they sounded sad, I tried to comfort them by gently holding their hand as we made eye contact before they quickly looked away looking more sadden as they pulled their hand back.

"What improperly is this" we turn to see that it was my Mother "you shouldn't be alone together, here it is, 1 minute before 5 and you're not at rehearsal, Pastor Galswells is waiting, come at once" she scoulded us as Gold shut the piano case and walked to follow my Mother without saying another word making me quick to catch up.

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Gold's pov

( 3 hours later )

"Master Treasure, from the beginning, again" the Pastor said in annoyance "with this hand, I will lift your sorrows, your glass will never be empty, for u will be your wine, with this candle, I will light your way in darkness, with this ring, I ask you to be mine, let's try this again" the Pastor said as I felt guilty for not being able to do it right the first couple of times "yes, yes, sir, with this candle..." I said said try to light it but it wouldn't"this candle..." I kept trying but it didn't work "this candle..." I kept trying "shall I go up there and do it for them" I heard Aunt say "don't get all flutter, dear" I heard Uncle as I turned my head around to see the Pillars giving me a harsh glare making me flinch turning back to the Pastor coughing, looking to see that my candle was lit.

"With this candle..." I said taking a breath to calm myself down but instead it blew out the candle "Oh!" I heard Aunt "CONTINUE!" the Pastor shouted making me flinch, then we heard knocking "get the door, Emil" said Mr. Pillar to his butler "let's just pick it up at the candle bit" the Pastor said "only for the butler to come back holding a card with a lady of pink skin, orange and yellow horn, golden hair, and wearing a velvet dress make ng me gulp. "A Lady Julie Joyful, sir" said the butler "I haven't a head for dates, apparently I'm a day early to the ceremony" the lady named Julie said "is she from your side of the family?" I heard Mr. Pillar asked his wife "I don't recall, Emil, a seat for Lady Julie" Mrs. Pillar said to the butler, once gaining a seat she immediately sat down before saying "do carry on".

"Let's try this again, shall we master Gold" the Pastor said "yes, of course sir" I said more nervous than ever as I lift my right hand "with this h... hand" I started off holding Howdy's hand making me uncomfortable "I.. with... OH!" I hit the table by accident "three steps, three, can you not count? do you not wish to be married, master Gold" the pastor said with anger "no,no!" I tried to explain "you do not" Howdy said shocked "I-i mean of course I do" I said quickly as I tried to calm my shaking body so as not to anger anyone else "have you even remembered to bring the ring!" The pastor said "of-of course, the ring" I said grabbing it out of my pocket but dropped it due to how undsteady my hands were "oh, no they dropped the ring!" Mrs. Pillar cried "this child doesn't want to get married" the Pastor said shocked as I tried to get the ring only for it to roll near Mrs. Pillars dress "I'm so sorry ma'am" I said grabbing the ring, getting up only to smell smoke.

Smoke? I looked down to see that Mrs. Pillars dress was on fire, the fire, so bright and hot, too hot, TOO HOT! I felt myself shaking quickly backing away only to bump into Howdy. I couldn't see anything only the fire as it was bright and orange, I tried to breath but my lungs felt as if they collapsed, I felt as if I was gonna fall. Covering my face trying not to cry as I felt 4 arms rapped around me as I heard someone trying to calm me down but it wasn't working. It was utter chaos until Lady Julie found a bucket of water and pourd it on Mrs. Pillars dress "Enough! This wedding cannot take place until they are properly prepared" the Pastor said pointing at me as I pushed away Howdy "learn your vows" he said as I tried to look at him, any of them but nothing it was so blurry I couldn't breath, I needed to leave, I have to leave!

Backing up again only to feel the door I rushed out and ran as far as I could after hearing Lady Julie said "well... their quite the catch, aren't they" making me start to cry.

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Eddie's pov

I kept wondering how Gold was doing, hopefully alright, I would have to find a way to thank them for giving me this cloak, it's really warm and better then what their family gives me.

I was about to doze off until I heard shouting from inside. I got off the carriage about to run over to make sure nothing happens to Gold only to see them rush out crying and running straight to the woods. I knew something bad had happened to them as I rushed to follow them not caring that my old bones ached I was as still as fit as a buffalo

"I'll be damned if I let those idiots hurt my kid"

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Chapter 3

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[thetargaryenbride]

Nail To The Coffin - S2 - Chapter 6

Warnings: none

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 3788

A.N: We like Steve…but we don’t love Steve…We like Nancy…but we don’t love Nancy... 😉 ~ As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || Chapter 5 || Chapter 7

“She’s coming to!”

“Hey, kid, can you hear me?”

You could hear the voices of different people calling out to you but they were all muffled as if coming from underwater and the more you strained to hear better, the louder the ringing in your ears got.

“Where am I?” you uttered as your eyes fluttered open but you were tempted to close them again because the harsh light shining into them was enhancing your already painful headache.

“We’re on our way to Hawkins Lab,” informed you Hopper, and you shot up in a sitting position, regretting it almost instantly as a sharp pain hit you, making you wince. “Hey, hey, careful now,” he scolded you as he tried to get you to lie back down. “Get that light away,” he harshly pushed the hand of the soldier away from you and the light disappeared.

“Hey, I’m trying to do my job here and do a check-up.”

“I’ll give you check-up.”

As time went by, you gained full consciousness and your vision cleared and adjusted. You were able to think straight again and tried to recall the events from yesterday and today.

You tried to push aside the throbbing headache as the vehicle finally came to a stop and the soldiers brought you outside. You saw your mother getting out of another vehicle with your brother – who was screaming in pain and convulsing – being carried away. You shouted in panic, gaining Joyce’s attention.

“Y/N! Hopper!” she ran towards you but was stopped by a soldier who obstructed her way and directed her to go elsewhere while another grabbed you by the arm and ushered you and Hopper inside the lab despite your mother’s protests. Everything happened so fast and it was so chaotic that you got dizzy and couldn’t find your bearings as you let people push and drag you around.    

A group of female doctors and soldiers took you in their care. They brought you to a separate room, undressed you, and hosed you down from head to toe. So much filth was sliding off you and onto the light blue tiles that you almost blushed in embarrassment as if being naked wasn’t embarrassing enough already. They gave you clean underwear and a hospital scrub that you clumsily put on before they dragged you away into an office so they could inspect the wound on your head, clean it and wrap it up.

It wasn’t a big wound. The place where you had hit your head was grazed, a bit beat up, and swollen. The blood had stopped flowing long ago though and it didn’t need stitches which you were grateful for.

“Alright, now follow my finger,” instructed a nurse.

“Yes, yes, I can follow your goddamn finger very well but if you don’t take me to my brother, you’ll find out where that finger goes!” you snapped and she jumped away from you, eyes wide in shock.

That had done the trick because shortly after, a soldier was guiding you to your brother’s room. You weren’t exactly proud of your attitude and the way you had barked at her because she was just doing her job but you were in pain, you were irritated, you were scared like hell and you were very, very worried for your brother so all you wanted was for you to go join your family. 

When you entered, your mother immediately rushed to you and engulfed you in a tight hug.

“Oh, sweetie, a-are you alright?” she sniffed as she turned your head sideways to look at the wrapped-up wound and you nodded.

“I’m fine, mom. I just have a headache,” you reassured her and she caressed your face, placing a kiss on your temple. “How’s Will?” you asked and she stepped away, allowing you to get a better look at the boy who was lying in a bed, in a hospital gown, with EEGs attached to his head.

Your heart clenched at the sight.

You sat next to him on the bed and caressed the side of his head as you battled tears. Yet again your baby brother was suffering and you were unable to do anything about it.

“Why him?” you whispered but you didn’t receive an answer. You didn’t expect an answer because none of you had one.

Your mother had to go speak to the doctors shortly after this and you had moved to a chair by Will’s bed. Mike had brought you a blanket and that was the first time you actually noticed his presence. You had been so out of it.

“Hey, kiddo. How did you get here?” you asked as you took the blanket and he let out a long exhale as he walked back to his chair on the other side of Will’s bed and plopped down.

“Well…you called us yesterday and said things were ok but you also said you were afraid they might get worse. And…when you didn’t call again, we got worried,” he explained. “So, after school, I decided to visit you, and…the rest is history.”

“I see…I hate that you got mixed into this again,” you sent him an apologetic look.

He shook his head and stated firmly, “Will is my best friend. I’m not walking out of this, no matter what.”

“Well, that’s certainly very brave of you, little knight,” you smiled and he blushed, looking at his feet.

At one point, you had crossed your arms on the bed and laid your head on them which resulted in you dozing off. You had been stuck between dreams and reality, managing to sort of hear your mother and Bob’s conversation although it was all just very muffled and dreamlike.

That’s when you felt fingers run over a spot on your bandaged forehead and your eyes opened. You sobered up immediately when you saw that Will had woken up and was looking at you with so many mixed emotions but the overwhelming ones were fear and concern. Your hand went to grasp his and pull it away from your head as you placed a kiss on it.

“Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?” you asked which drew the attention of everyone in the room. 

“I’m okay,” he muttered and you gave him an encouraging smile, leaning to place a kiss on his temple.

“Sweetie, how are you feeling? You ok?” asked Joyce as she rushed to the bedside with Bob. Mike also jerked awake when he heard the talking and everyone gathered around your brother.

“Who is that?” asked Will as he stared at Bob in confusion and everyone’s happy, relieved faces fell. You paled and you felt as if someone just threw a bucket of cold water on you.   

“What?”

“It’s me, big guy. It’s Bob,” chuckled the man quietly as he sent Will a smile but you could see he was trying to hide his worry. He reached to grasp the boy’s hand but he moved it away.

“Are you a…doctor?”

“No…No, it’s just me…Just… just Bob.”

“Do you know your name?” asked Dr. Owens after he finished the manual check-up.

“Will.”

“Your full name?”

“William Byers.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“A doctor.”

A bunch of doctors, Hopper, Mike, Joyce, and Bob had gathered around Will, expectantly and worriedly observing what was happening. You were nearby – standing by the windows on Will’s left – with arms crossed and eyes constantly darting between your brother and the scenery outside. You didn’t want to watch him like a hawk –like the others were doing – afraid to not make him even more nervous. You supposed they were contributing to that more than enough. You were so jumpy and so worried that you didn’t know what to do and where to focus. Your foot was bouncing and shaking as your brain went on overload and your teeth broke the skin of your lower lip to the point of bleeding.

“Have we met before?” continued Owens.

“I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember me? Ok. How about…this guy here?” he pointed towards Mike and Will blinked, trying to put memory to the face. “Know who that is?...It’s alright, take your time.”

“That’s…my friend…Mike,” he finally spoke out and everyone let out small smiles. You also wanted to breathe out in relief but your chest was so tight and your gut – twisted.

“What about me, kid? You remember me?” asked Hopper hopefully but Will shook his head. “They tell me you helped save me and your sister last night. You remember that?” he tried again, voice soft as if speaking to a wounded animal and filled with gratitude but the answer was negative yet again.

“Do you remember anything about last night? About what happened?”

“I remember they hurt me,” he finally spoke and you squeezed your eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing. Your mother had filled you in earlier when you had been finally allowed to reunite. She told you all about that night and how Will had gotten hurt and had to be urgently brought to the lab. She had described his cries and pain with such a heartbroken expression that you had almost sobbed, your artistic, creative imagination being able to paint the horrific picture in your mind.

“You mean the doctors?”

“No…The soldiers,” his voice got more serious and now your eyes fully focused on him. “They shouldn’t have done that…It upset him,” he almost spat out and your forehead wrinkled in concern as you looked at your mother who looked back at you with the same emotions showing on her face.

Then, Dr. Owens pulled out a picture and showed it to Will, asking if the creature he had drawn was the one he was referring to. And now everyone knew for sure.

“Okay. Okay, I wanna try something. It’s gonna seem a little odd at first but I think it’s really gonna help us understand what’s going on,” he offered and Joyce looked at Bob and Hopper in hesitation but eventually agreed and so did Will.

Shortly after, a scientist came into the room, pushing a stroller. He stopped in front of you and you could see that the transparent container on the stroller contained a small part of the creature that had attacked you last night. And it was moving too.

“Now, Will, I want you to just let us know if you feel anything, ok?” instructed the doctor and Will nodded. He was keeping his composure but you knew he was afraid. He was just a kid after all.

He gave a signal to the other scientist and he took a blowtorch, lighting it up. He placed it high above the vine and began lowering it down very slowly.

“Do you feel anything?”

“Little stinging,” answered the boy and you frowned.

“Stings? Where?”

“My chest,” he whined as he clutched the hospital gown at his chest and you and your mother exchanged worried looks. After another signal from Owens, the other man lowered the blowtorch even more and your brother’s breathing increased.

“How about now?”

“It…it burns!” he shot straight up and cried out. “It burns!”

“Where?”

“Everywhere!” he screamed in pain and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, that’s enough!” you yelled, Hopper and your mom joining in, as you took a step forward and grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him away from the container with the vine. “Knock it off!” you growled in his face as you roughly pushed him away and he stumbled backward. You whirled to look at your brother, noticing that he had calmed down a bit which meant the pain had stopped. He looked at you through glistening eyes with heavy eye bags and you returned to his side, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling him to your side. He wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your chest as you hugged him tightly.

“It’s ok, sweetie. It’s over,” you murmured in his hair as you looked at your mother and Hopper, all of you sharing concerned expressions and rapidly beating hearts. Dr. Owens signaled at you to meet him outside and you pulled away from Will, telling him you’d come back in a couple of minutes before following the doctor alongside Jim and Joyce.

“Our best guess right now is it’s some kind of virus which is causing this neurological disorder,” explained Owens after you had gathered outside. “Now, when a typical virus attaches itself to its host it duplicates, right? It spreads, essentially hijacking the host. A virus is alive. It has intelligence. That’s not… That’s not unusual.”

“Yeah, except what’s unusual in this particular situation is that we’re talking about a shadow alien monster that has possessed my brother,” you drawled and the doctor lifted his hands.

“True. And I think that…thing is the reason for the anomalies happening with Will. Now, this…virus, I’m just gonna call it virus…The infected hosts seem to be communicating. It has some sort of a hive intelligence and it’s connecting all the hosts.”

“So what does that mean? That whatever happens to those vines and God knows what else is going to reflect on Will too? Like the shit show we saw back in the room?” you asked, voice raising with each question and the man nodded.

“I’m afraid that is the case,” he agreed grimly and your mother’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes watering. “The good news is that a virus can be cured. We’re gonna continue to run tests. We’re gonna see what we find,” he tried to calm you all down.

“What happens when he can’t remember anything? When there’s nothing else there?” whimpered Joyce. “What happens when my boy is gone?”

“I think we should spend some time thinking on how to get that thing out of Will... right?” you asked as you looked at everyone one by one. “I mean once it’s out, we wouldn’t have to worry about the connection between Will and the other hosts and you can go on a rampage burning those things for good,” you explained your point of view and Dr. Owens nodded.

“Well, what do you suggest?”

“It’s a-a shadow monster that got into him. This is not just…a clump of parasitic cells. It’s a living creature that seems to be much smarter than all of us put together and it seems like it has some kinda…I don’t know, goal in its mind. Otherwise, why would it work in such a well-orchestrated way?” you nibbled at the skin on your finger. “I don’t know, maybe we should get an exorcist at this point or something,” you threw your hands in frustration and helplessness before letting them dangle at your sides in defeat. “Maybe we should…create harsh conditions for it so it would be unable to survive. I don’t know,” you sighed as you put a hand on your hip while the other went to rub your temple, eyes squeezing shut at the throbbing pain you were feeling right now.

“Those are valid suggestions that we’ll definitely look into. But…I’m afraid I’m not finished…that’s not all there is,” said the doctor with a tired sigh and your eyes snapped open as you lifted your head to look at the man, giving him your full attention. He kept silent for some time and you lowered the hand that was buried in your hair, looking at your mother and Hopper who looked back at you with shared confusion and concern.

“Well, what is it?”

“You are also…threatened, Y/N,” finally spoke the man and the three of you blanched.

“Wha-what do you mean by that?” asked Hopper unsettled.

“The examinations we did on you came through. Your condition is…similar yet different from Will’s,” explained Owens.

“I feel fine,” you responded flatly, eyes unblinking, and he shook his head.

“For now you do, yes… But it seems to me like this virus either wants to transfer to another host or is trying to seize control of multiple hosts at once and spread even more. Now, I don’t yet know if you’re infected the same way your brother is or if you’d develop a similar connection to that thing but even if you don’t… you are certainly marked,” revealed the man grimly and Joyce put a hand over her heart while the other went to grasp your shoulder while Hopper sent you a concerned look. You stood there for a couple of seconds, staring at the floor before you looked up. 

“Never mind me…Focus on Will,” you told him as you stared into his eyes for a while before slowly turning around and entering back inside.

Joyce let out a muffled sob as she leaned on Hopper and he wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s gonna be fine. We’ll fix this.”

Steve and Dustin had been walking for what seemed to be ages, throwing meat pieces all over the abandoned railroad. And they had just finished having the ‘girl talk’, which left Steve emotionally drained. Dustin however didn’t seem to want to end the topic so after talking about Nancy he chose to go in another direction.

“What about…Y/N?” asked the boy hesitantly and Steve did a double-take.

“Y/N? Why-why are you bringing Y/N into this?

“I don’t know, man, there’s just something between you two. Like…that sexual electricity you were talking about-

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” cried out the boy as he halted and whirled to look at his companion. “Se-sexual electricity?

“Yeah,” shrugged Dustin. “I mean, I don’t know but I can’t just…see you as only friends, you know what I’m sayin’?” he inquired and Steve stood there in silence before letting out a sigh and resuming his walking, slower this time.

“Look, I’ll tell you something about Y/N that I haven’t told anyone about and if you let it slip, you’ll be as dead and as sliced as the meat we’re carrying,” threatened Steve and Dustin gulped, curiosity flooding him.

“I’m silent as the grave,” reassured Dustin as he crossed a finger over his heart and Steve let out another long sigh.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he scrunched up his nose and looked around before back on the road ahead. “I love Y/N,” he finally barked out and Dustin’s eyes widened as he came to a sudden stop.

“What!?” he yelled and Steve ran the back of his gloved hand over his forehead, as if wiping invisible sweat.

“It’s weird…I know,” he grumbled and the two kept on walking. “Honestly, I don’t even remember when this all started. I mean I’ve felt this way pretty much since I first met her.”

“Then why didn’t you confess?”

“I don’t know… I think… I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship, ya know,” he shrugged. “And she never seemed interested in dating. You know her. She’s always busy studying. Besides, she has her hands full taking care of her family soo… I didn’t think she’d have the energy to deal with a boyfriend,” he rambled out and Dustin hummed.

“Yeah, I see… But then why did you start dating Nancy?”

“Well…I guess I…needed to fall out of love,” he revealed pitifully. “Nancy is amazing! She’s different than the other girls and I really do like her a lot as a person…So I thought that…if I focused on my feelings for her, they’d grow even more over time and…I’ll fall out of love for Y/N and fall in love with Nancy.”

“Well, that didn’t exactly work out, did it?” huffed out a laugh Dustin and Steve shot him the stink eye, making him tighten his lips and clear his throat.

“Honestly, at this point…I don’t think Nancy loves me either. Likes? Yeah…but not loves. I suppose we are the same in that regard. So if she wants to…officially break up and date Jonathan…I’ll let her go,” confessed the boy as he threw a piece of meat on the ground.

“But then what will happen with you and Y/N? I mean, she’s not stupid. She’s gonna realize you have feelings for her sooner or later.”

“I’ll tell her the truth,” he declared and Dustin’s eyes widened. “But when we graduate!” he half whirled and pointed. “Cause at least we’ll go on separate ways after that and it won’t be embarrassing when she rejects me,” groaned the boy as he kicked a pebble.

“I think that both of you are blind idiots.”

“Come again, Henderson!?”

“Nothing! I said nothing!”

A few hours later

There was something odd about this whole situation.

The moment your brother had told everyone that he knew of a way to defeat the creature, a gnawing feeling settled in the pits of your stomach. And it only got worse the more time went by.

Now you were standing in the control room alongside Hopper and Dr. Owens, having insisted on joining them and observing the mission the soldiers had set out on.

Your brows furrowed as panic settled once you saw familiar tunnels and judging by Hopper’s expression, you weren’t the only one.

“Wait. That’s where we were!” Hopper beat you to it and Owens looked at him surprised. 

“What?”

“It’s that damn graveyard.”

“Sir, there’s nothing here.”

“Looks like your kid’s full of shit, doc,” commented one of the scientists, and you shot him a glare that could kill, making him recoil and choke on his snickers, smile faltering.

“Got some kind of fog moving in now.”

“We’ve got movement!” exclaimed a woman and you saw multiple red dots on the radar, closing in on the soldiers.

“It’s a trap,” you whispered as the sudden realization dawned on you but nobody was listening to you as they all focused on the monitors. “It’s a trap!” you shouted. “Get them out of there! Now!”

The whole room erupted in chaos as the soldiers began screaming. You could hear the sound of distant shooting as you grabbed Hopper by the arm, the two of you exchanging panicked looks.

Dead silence suffocated the room after the last living soldier screamed before he was torn apart – a drastic, scary contrast to the previous chaos. Hopper let go of you as he approached the monitor and your eyes widened when you saw the red dots clumping together and going in a certain direction.

“There’s no way they can get in here, right?” you asked wobbly. “Right, doc?” you asked again and Owens opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what answer to give to you.

Then you heard it – a horrifying, familiar sound that was much too close for comfort.

The growling of monsters. 

Hopper rushed to the glass and you followed after him, the two of you looking down the hellish hole. And you almost jumped in fright when you saw a clawed hand shoot out of it.

[jamiesfootball]

between you and altschmerzes these project progress word count posts are genuinely frightening- I legitimately feel like I’m getting jump scared when I see one! the fandom is so so lucky to have such talented/skilled creators in it!! congrats on the work so far, happy future writing and please take some roses for when/if you want them!! 🌹💐🥀

Thank! You!!!!!!! This was such a treat to get in my inbox and I have been rereading it all day as i persist through the horrors

AND putting me anywhere near the same category as @altschmerzes is like the highest praise??!? Not just in (very excellent) quality, but have you SEEN that word count? Comparatively speaking my update was the wailing cry of 'but I write stuff too!'

This fandom is truly so talented with so many thriving authors writing so many different things, and I am lucky to have found you all when I did.

Now for a snipped to repay those lovely roses!

"We're at your house. I just need the gate code to get in."

"We're at my h- ...oh. Uh. Right." Tartt stared blankly ahead. He looked a wreck, exhausted and sore and all the other bad words that were to be expected after the fucking day it'd been, but there was something else, something wary, that made Roy's hackles start to rise.

"Everything alright?"

Jamie opened his mouth to answer, then clicked it shut. He hung his head. The truth sat somewhere behind his teeth while he debated whether or not to share with the class. With his grimy socks, he toed at his discarded shoes.

"Could you drop me at a hotel?" he asked, trying and failing for gruff and landing somewhere pleading.

The picture Roy hadn't asked for was filling in anyways.

"Does your dad have your gate code?"

Jamie chewed on his lip and nodded.

Roy sucked the air between his teeth. "Okay. Does he have your door code?"

Another nod.

Roy dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Fuck."

In the seat next to him, Jamie sat with his hands fisted so tightly into the bottom of his jacket that he was at risk of popping stitches. "Sorry."

"No, don't- fuck. It's not your fault."

Jamie let out a disbelieving snort. "It is a bit though, innit? I hit him, didn't I?"

"That was self-defense."

"Doesn't matter." Jamie shook his head. He swiped at his face, and when he pulled his hand away the back of it was wet and shiny. "Doesn't matter. I shouldn't have provoked him like that."

[slasherhoe87]

🌹Loving Michael🥀

Multi chapter fic

I have taken liberties with the storyline to suit my fic

This is an OG Michael fic but because I prefer a modern setting I have moved the origins story ahead - so Michael will be a man in his early thirties in present day (2023)

Laurie & co. + Loomis bashing

Warnings: NSFW / Dub-con / Age gap / Death / Gore / Dark themes / Fluff / Angst

OG Michael x Female Reader/You

Minors DNI

Link to Chapter 2: (https://www.tumblr.com/slasherhoe87/711602779207106560/loving-michael?source=share)

Chapter 1:

Your lungs were burning, your breathing labored. Your forehead was drenched in sweat and your legs trembled, but you kept pushing forward, kept running, to get away from him.

Terror caused you to scream into the chilly night air but no one would hear you. Not so far out of Haddonfield and at the old derelict Pickens Factory, swallowed by decay and the green of creeping nature.

You tripped over a bit of rusted metal piping and fell hard onto the moist gravelly ground with a heavy thud, the wind knocked out of you. Your knee scraped raw and your ankle burning. You sat up quickly with a groan and a cough and let out a fearful shriek when you saw the flash of a white mask in the misty distance at the treeline by the edge of the factory.

You hopped up and tested your weight on your ankle - a slight bit of pain but you were good to go. No major harm done.

You took off again in a frantic sprint hoping to get to your car before you were caught. Unfortunately this meant that you had to make your way through the dark, spooky factory - although that did present you with many hiding places if needs be on your daunting escape to your car.

Quickly pushing open the metal back door of the factory you stumbled through it and shut it before running past all the rusting, rotting conveyer belts which once ferried canned foods to and fro.

You were almost at the end of the large workspace before you heard the door you had come through slam open with enough force to rattle the nearby windows. You instantly dropped to the dusty, dirty ground and crawled as quietly as you could beneath a paint-chipped metal office desk. You compressed your body into a tight ball and held your hands over your mouth to quieten your heavy breathing.

You could hear his slow and heavy footfalls - no doubt scanning the factory for the slightest of movements, ears open and alert. The breathing behind that expressionless latex mask was deep and measured... and it got closer and closer to you. Chilled tingles ran up and down your sweaty spine.

After a while and just when he started to walk off in a different direction a massive cockroach crawled up your leg. Its long spindly antennas moved in every direction and its crispy sounding wings flapped once, then twice.

On instinct and due to your behemoth of a fear for roaches, you shrieked, knocked it off your leg and simultaneously hit your head on the desk as you crawled out ready to simply dash as quick as you can to your waiting car. Your cover was thoroughly blown and he was far to close for you to try and hide again.

You didn't take the time to check where exactly he was but you bolted through the set of double doors to your left and through a long corridor with broken and chipped teal and white checkered tiles. Thankfully the moon was bright as gleaming silver tonight so you could for the most part see where you were going. Unfortunately that also meant that he could get a good view of you as well.

Eventually you stumbled into the factory's main foyer before spying the reception area.

Salvation! The entrance.

You nearly shat yourself when you turned your head to see him round the corner into the foyer. A terrified scream left your lips again before you ran again towards the entrance which was now your saving exit.

The cold night air hit your flushed skin as your burst through the doors but your feet didn't, couldn't stop. You careened towards the parking lot where your lone rust-bucket of a truck sat, waiting patiently for you.

Fishing your keys out of dress's pocket you fumble with them for a moment as you try to find the right key with your shaking hands. Eventually finding it you shove it into the keyhole and hop into your truck.

Too late though.

He barrels into your trembling body with a force which knocks you back on to the bench seat as he jumps into the cab of the truck. His large, heavy body presses down onto your smaller one, he's breathing labored and excited. His strong hands wrap themselves around your throat and start to squeeze.

The Boogeyman of Haddonfield had finally caught you.

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Chapter 2 up soon.