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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Seventeen: The Gate

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 6,766 Warnings: canon violence, angst, lil' bit of fluff, steve unfortunately getting his ass kicked.. again, ...billy Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get Billy in this episode, and we get to see more of Liv's protective side with the kids!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Mike and El walked towards each other, saying each other’s name before embracing in a hug.

Grabbing Steve’s hand and moving impossibly closer, I looked up at him, not knowing what I would do with myself if I were ever in Mike’s shoes.

“Is that…” Max asked. I looked around Steve, looking at Max while nodding my head, whispering, “Yes.”

Once he pulled out of the hug, Mike said, “I never gave up on you. I called you every night. Every night for–”

“353 days,” El said, shaking her head before looking in his eyes, saying, “I heard.”

“Why did you tell me you were there? That you were okay?”

“Because I wouldn’t let her,” Hopper said.

Mike turned to face him, Hopper walking towards El as he said, “The hell is this? Where’ve you been?”

“Where have you been?” she asked, the two of them embracing in a hug. I saw the crown of her head go back like she was looking at Hop before her voice said, “Is she here?” He moved out of the way, El’s eyes meeting with mine.

I let go of Steve’s hand to walk towards El, giving her a hug that I only reserved for the most important people in my life.

“You’ve been hiding her,” Mike said, realization hitting him like a bus.

El turned to look at Hop and Mike, keeping her arm around me, my own still around her shoulders as we watched Mike and Hop’s small altercation.

“You’ve been hiding her this whole time!” Mike added, hitting Hop at the end.

Turning around to face Mike, Hop responded, “Hey. Hey!” He grabbed Mike’s shirt, saying, “Let’s. Talk. Alone.”

Before a door shut, I heard Mike say, “Protecting her! Protecting her?!”

A couple of moments later, I rubbed her back, saying, “Well, uh…” Looking at El, I said, “I’m digging the new look.”

A throat clearing had me looking at the owner; my little brother, Dustin.

El walked over to Dustin and Lucas, giving them both a hug, Dustin saying that they missed her and that they talked about her pretty much everyday. She noticed Dustin’s teeth, touching them. “Teeth.”

“What?” Dustin asked.

“You have teeth,” she said, a subtle duh tone to her voice.

“Oh,” he smiled. “You like these pearls?” He then proceeded to make a sound that resembled Chewbacca.

“Oh, my god,” I whispered, resting my forehead against Steve’s arm. I had moved back to stand next to him, lacing our fingers together before I had, basically, hugged his arm.

“Eleven?” Max asked, causing my head to shoot up as she walked over to El and the boys. “Hey, uhm, I’m Max.” She put her hand out for El to shake, adding, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

El wanted nothing to do with Max, so she pushed her way through the three younger teens to move to Joyce, the two of them embracing.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered, Max’s head moving to look at me. “She’ll come around.”

“Can I see him?” El asked.

Joyce took her to Will’s room, leaving Steve and I with Dustin, Max, and Lucas for a moment before they both came back out, Joyce whispering my name.

I went into the kitchen with her and El, looking at the words Nancy had written earlier. “Wait a second,” I whispered. Pointing to the notepad, I asked, “You’ve opened this gate before, right?”

“Yes,” El replied.

Putting a hand on her back, I asked, “If we got you back there, do you think that you could close it? Put all this behind us?”

She looked at me for a moment, determination in her eyes. When Hop and Mike came out of one of the bedrooms, I told him what El and I had thought as everyone else gathered into the kitchen; getting El back to the lab to close the gate.

“It’s not like it was before,” Hopper said. “It’s grown. A lot. And, I mean, that’s considering we can still get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs.”

“Demodogs,” Dustin said, turning to face Hop.

Placing my forehead once again on Steve’s arm, I muttered, “Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Hop asked.

“I said, uhh, demodogs,” Dustin said. “Like Demogorgon and dogs. You put them together, it sounds pretty badass–”

“How is this important right now?” Hop and I asked.

“It’s not. I’m sorry.”

“I can do it,” El said.

“You’re not hearing me,” Hop retorted.

“I’m hearing you. I can do it.”

I looked at her, impressed at her biting back at Hop.

“Even if El can, there’s still another problem,” Mike said. “If the brain dies, the body dies.”

“I thought that was the whole point,” Max wondered.

“It is,” I said, all eyes turning to me. “But if we’re really right about this, and El closes the gate and kills the Mind Flayers army, Will’s a part of that army, and closing the gate means… Will dies.” I watched as Joyce got up after my explanation.

She walked by all of us, going into Will’s room, where we all followed her. “He likes it cold.”

“What?” Hopper asked.

“That’s what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold.” She went over to his window and closed it before turning around to us and saying, “We keep giving it what it wants.”

“If this is a virus and Will’s the host, then…” Nancy said.

“Then you need to make the host uninhabitable,” Jonathan and I said.

“So if he likes it cold–”

“We need to burn it out of him,” Joyce said, looking at her youngest son.

“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time,” Mike suggested.

“Yeah, somewhere far away,” Dustin added.

I looked at Hopper, as he thought about where.

He told them about his cabin in the woods where he was keeping El hidden. They gathered Will and bundled him up, moving through the house as Hop was giving directions to Jonathan as they did.

Steve and Nancy went out back to look for something to help with burning the Mind Flayer out of Will. He came back inside a couple minutes later, looking at me like I held the stars as I looked back at him.

“Is there something on my face?” I asked, brushing my face.

“Liv!” Dustin called.

I looked at him and walked towards him, hearing the papers on the floor rustling under everyone else’s shoes before the young teens and I walked outside to stand on the porch, watching the scene before us.

“Just be careful, okay?” Mike said to El. “I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t lose me,” El replied.

I felt fingers going in between mine, knowing they were Steve’s.

“Do you promise?” Miked asked.

“Promise,” El said.

They stood there for a moment before Hop said, “El, come on, let’s go. It’s time.”

She got into Hop’s truck, Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy getting into Jonathan’s to do their part of this mission.

The kids, Steve and I stood and watched them all drive off, my thoughts starting to… well, start up.

Going back inside, I looked at the Demodog laying in the corner, asking Dustin what was the plan for dealing with that dead thing.

He asked Steve to pick it up and bring it into the kitchen, where I was sitting on the counter. Dustin opened the refrigerator, emptying out a space.

“I-it should fit now,” Dustin said, pointing to the empty fridge.

“Is this really necessary?” Steve asked.

“Yes, it is,” Dustin said, matter-of-factly. “Okay, this is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can’t just bury it like some common mammal. Okay, it’s not a dog!”

“Alright, alright, alright.” Steve moved to the fridge as Dustin moved out of the way, saying, “But you’re explaining this to Mrs. Byers, alright?” He moved his arm to put the Demodog’s head into the cold space, hitting the head against the side of the fridge.

“Christ,” Steve whispered. He looked back at Dustin, saying, “Help me out.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Dustin asked.

“Get the door, man. Get the door.”

“Aright, I got the door.”

I couldn’t help but snort before laughing while watching the two of them as I sat up on the counter. Once they got the creature in and closed the door, Steve patted Dustin on the top of his head, moving his hat some.

Steve started coming over to me, but I put my leg out and said, “You wash that alien slime off of you before you touch me, Harrington.”

He chuckled, moving to the sink to wash his hands. Once he was through, he came over to me, putting his wet hands on my cheeks, causing me to laugh. When he placed his hands on my outer thighs and placed a smiling kiss on my lips, I welcomed it.

I pulled away when Dustin said, “Demodogs!”

“Give it up already, Dustin!” I said, before giving Steve a chaste kiss and jumping down off the counter, giving him a dish towel to use to finish drying his hands.

“The chief will take care of her,” Lucas said as I walked to stand next to Dustin.

“Like she needs protection,” Max muttered.

“Listen, dude, if a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it, alright?” Steve said.

I looked at him, confused, before saying, “First off, babe, this isn’t a basketball game, and second–”

“We’re not even in the game, we’re on the bench,” Mike interrupted.

“Right,” Steve stammered. “So my point is…” He was silent for a moment before I said, “Care to share that point?”

“Right, yeah, we’re on the bench, so, there’s, uh, there’s nothing we can do,” he said, putting the towel over his left shoulder.

“That’s not entirely true,” Dustin said. “I mean, these Demodogs, they have a hive mind.” He looked at me and Steve, eyes bouncing between us. “When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

“So, if we get their attention,” Lucas said.

“Maybe we can draw them away from the lab,” Max added.

“And clear a path to the gate,” Mike finished on their train of thought.

“And then we all die,” Steve and I exclaimed.

“Well, that’s one point of view,” Dustin said.

“No, that’s not a point of view, man,” Steve said. “That’s a fact.”

“Excuse me, Liv,” Mike said, causing me to move out of his way. “I got it.” He moved around to the kitchen, finding the spot he needed on the map, squatting to say, “This is where the Chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnel.” He got up and moved into the hallway, standing and then kneeling by a spot on the map that was bigger than the rest. “So, here - right here. This is like a hub. You got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire–”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a no,” Steve said, pointing down towards the kids while looking down at them.

“The Mind Flayer would call away his army,” Dustin said, jumping on Mike’s theory.

“They’d all come to stop us,” Lucas added.

“Hey,” Steve and I said, trying to get their attention.

“Then we circle back to the exit,” Mike said.

“Guys.”

“By the time they realize we’re gone–”

“El would be at the gate,” Max said.

“Hey,” we tried again, Steve clapping while saying, “Hey, hey, hey!” Gesturing to the ground, he said, “This is not happening.”

“But–” Mike tried.

“No, no, no, no, no! No buts!” I said.

“I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here on the bench and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?”

“This isn’t a stupid sports game!” Mike said.

Taking the towel off his shoulder, Steve repeated, “I said, does everybody understand that?” He looked at the kids then at me before looking back at the kids. “I need a yes.”

We all turned to look at the front of the house upon hearing an engine revving. I instantly recognized it after hearing it on his first day of school.

“Oh, sweet shit,” I muttered.

Max and Lucas moved the couch, looking out the window. “It’s my brother,” she said. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me.” She looked at Lucas as she added, “He’ll kill us.”

I looked at Steve, seeing that look on his face that I knew all too well. “No.”

“Stay in here with the kids,” he said. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“Steve–”

“Just stay here,” he said. He looked me in the eyes, waiting for me to answer, so I just nodded before feeling his lips on my forehead. He went outside and stood at the door on the front porch. I only knew this because I moved to the couch with the kids, looking out the window.

Billy turned his car off, the lights shutting off as he did. I was thankful because I was getting blinded by them. He got out and put his hand on the top of the car, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” Steve replied.

The walls were thin enough for me to hear their conversation.

Billy took off his jacket, putting it in his car before shutting the door as Steve walked towards his car, Billy doing the same towards Steve. “What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing, amigo,” Steve said.

“Looking for my stepsister,” Billy said, looking towards the window. “A little birdie told me she was here.”

“Shit,” I whispered.

“Huh, that’s weird,” Steve said. “I don’t know her.”

“Small? Red-head? Bit of a bitch.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

Billy took another drag from his cigarette, before saying with some weird hand motion, “Ya’know, I don’t know, this… this whole situation, Harrington, I don’t know. It’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Oh, yeah, why’s that?”

Another drag before Billy says, “My 13-year-old sister goes missing all day,” before looking me dead in the eyes for a second before adding, “And then I find her with you and Henderson in a stranger’s house,” another look, “and you lie to me about it.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I whispered with every look.

Chuckling, Steve turned his head towards the window before turning back to Billy, saying, “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said. She’s not here.”

As Billy pointed to the window with his cigarette, I put my hands on two of the kids' heads as he said, “Then who is that?”

Steve turned to face us as I pushed their heads down, exclaiming, “Shit!”

“Did he see us?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, shit,” Steve said. He turned back to Billy as I moved away from the window, moving the kids off of the couch towards the hallway.

A couple seconds later, Billy walked in the house, saying, “Well, well, well,” slamming the door behind him. “Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise.” He took a few steps to us, stopping when I crossed my arms.

“Touch these kids and you’re dead,” I spit.

“Max disobeyed me,” he said.

I scoffed. “Like she has to obey you.”

“She knows what happens when she disobeys me.”

“What?” I chuckled. “You go to your room and cry like a little baby?”

“I break things,” he said, shoving me out of the way.

I landed on the floor on my back, hearing the door open.

“Liv,” Steve said, helping me to my feet.

“Billy’s gonna hurt Lucas,” I breathed, both of us walking towards the kitchen.

“You’re so dead, Sinclair,” Billy exclaimed. “You’re dead.”

Steve moved him away from Lucas, saying, “No. You are!” before punching him square in the jaw.

Dustin chuckled, while Max said Steve’s name. Lucas ran over to me, so I had my arms wrapped around him, trying to protect him. I think Mike was just too stunned.

Billy laughed as Steve shook his hand out and fixed his hair before he looked in my direction for a moment before looking back at Billy as the asshole said, “Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about.”

Steve put his fingertips on Billy’s shoulder, pushing him back a little as he growled, “Get out.”

Billy stood there for a second after Steve put his hand down. He swung his fist, but Steve ducked, hitting him back and sending him towards the kitchen sink.

“Yes!” Dustin and I said.

“Kick his ass, Steve!” Dustin said.

“Get him!” Mike said.

Billy just stood up and laughed, but Steve hit him again, myself and the kids cheering him on.

Steve landed another punch, as Dustin and I exclaimed, “Murder the son of a bitch!”

I watched Billy grab for a plate as he laughed, the kids still cheering Steve on.

“Steve, watch out!” I said, but was too late, as Billy had shattered a plate on Steve’s head. I let go of Lucas to put my arms around Steve. He looked at me for a second before I bolted away from him, giving Billy my own punch to his face.

“Olivia, baby,” Steve said. “Move.”

I was pulled back by one of the kids, as Billy walked toward me, Dustin’s voice in my ear yelling, “Shit!” before both of our bodies went down, Steve’s groans sounding at the same time.

I watched Billy follow Steve into the living room, where he grabbed Steve’s jacket, saying, “No one tells me what to do,” before headbutting him.

“Steve!” I exclaimed, seeing my boyfriend’s body slide against the floor.

Billy hooped and hollered, telling Steve to get up.

I was fighting against Mike, Lucas and Max, the three of them helping Dustin keep me back from putting myself in the middle of the two teenage boys.

“Billy, you’re gonna kill him, stop!” we all said at different times.

“Steve, baby, you have to get up!” I said.

Billy got a few hits in, the boys and I telling Billy to stop and for Steve to fight back. I felt hands let go of me before I saw Max move towards Billy, sticking something in his neck.

The boys and I stopped our protests to Billy, said boy standing up and facing us, taking what I now know to be the needle for Will sticking out of his neck.

Looking between the needle and Max, Billy said, “The hell is this? You little shit, what did you do?” He went down to the ground, hard, laughing once he landed on his back.

Feeling hands lightly push me, I made my way quickly over to Steve, elevating him by placing the back of his head on my knees as Max got Steve’s bat, holding it up.

“From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone, do you understand?” Max said.

“Screw you,” Billy slurred.

She brought the bat down, mere inches away from Billy’s junk before picking the bat back up, the nails having dug into the floor a little. “Say you understand. Say it. Say it!”

“I understand,” Billy mumbled.

“What?”

“I understand,” he said, a little more loudly before passing out.

Max moved to his left side, taking his keys from his pockets. She held them up, saying, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Wait,” I said. “We can’t just leave Steve here. We need to patch him and take him with us.”

“What do you need?” Dustin asked.

“A warm washcloth, some Neosporin and band-aids, please.”

The kids got into gear, Dustin bringing me a warm, wet washcloth. He knelt next to Steve as I gently started cleaning as much blood as I could without hurting him, even though he couldn’t feel it in his passed out state.

When he was all cleaned and patched up, Dustin helped me carry Steve to Billy’s car where Mike opened the driver side door, leaning the seat forward and letting Dustin climb in first.

“Dustin, how the hell am I gonna get him in the damn car when I have his arms?” I groaned.

“Uhhh,” Dustin said.

“Hurry your big brain up, he’s heavy.”

“Switch on three,” he said. “One… two… three.”

I moved out of the way so that Dustin could wrap his arms under Steve’s, dragging him in the car as Max, Mike and Lucas brought all of the gear they gathered while I had patched up Steve.

“Careful,” I said. Once Steve was in, Mike got in. “Where–?”

“Liv, over here,” Lucas said, opening the passenger side, pushing the seat forward. It was awkward getting in the back with Dustin, Mike and Steve, but we somehow made it work. Lucas got in the front seat with Max in the driver.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” I asked, leaning forward, turning my body a little so as to not scrunch Steve’s neck too much.

“I got it,” Max said. “You need to be with Steve.” I leaned back, looking at Steve’s beat up face. As Max started driving, I ran the backs of my fingers over the parts of his face that weren't bloodied and bruised. I heard him wake up a few moments later, watching as he turned his eyes to Mike, saying, “Nancy?”

Mike and I looked at each other like, what?

Steve groaned, going to touch his face. I moved his hand out of the way as Dustin said, “No, don’t touch it.” He tilted his head a little to look up at Dustin.

“Hey, buddy,” my brother said, shushing Steve. I rolled my eyes at his antics. “It’s okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you still put up a good fight.”

“Dustin,” I groaned.

“Well, he did.”

A pained look on Steve’s face had me petting his forehead into his hair. He might kill me later for touching his hair, but I didn’t care.

“Okay, you’re gonna keep straight for a half a mile, and then make a left on Mount Sinai,” Lucas said.

I watch Steve turn his head towards Max, seeing her driving.

“What’s going on?” he asked, before the kids’ plan came back to him. “Oh, my god!”

“Babe, relax,” I said.

“She’s driven before,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, in a parking lot,” Mike added.

“That counts!” Lucas and I retorted.

Steve started freaking out more as Dustin said, “They were gonna leave you behind.”

They really did. When I patched him up with the supplies they all found, Lucas, Max and Mike wanted to just leave and go with their plan, but Dustin and I didn’t wanna leave him with Billy when they both woke up.

“Liv and I promised that you’d be cool,” Dustin said.

“I didn’t say jack shit!” I exclaimed.

Max sped up more, Steve repeating whoa a few times before asking, “What’s going on?” I even felt the force of the car speeding as Steve said, “Whoa! Stop the car. Slow down.”

“Don’t puke on me.”

“I told you he’d freak out,” Mike said.

“Stop the car!” Steve exclaimed.

“Everybody shut up!” Max yelled. “I’m trying to focus!”

“Oh, wait, that’s Mount Sinai,” Lucas said. “Make a left!”

“What?”

“Make - turn left!”

Max effectively ran into a couple mailboxes before sharply turning left, everyone in the car screaming and holding on to something or someone; Steve grabbed my leg, Dustin grabbed the front of my shoulders, I grabbed the seat in front of me as well as Mike’s shoulder, Lucas… well, I have no idea about him. She stopped once we got to our destination, Steve yelling out, “Whoa! Hello!”

“Incredible,” Mike said.

“I told you,” Max said. “Zoomer.”

The kids piled out of the car, followed by myself and Steve, who leaned against the opening of the passenger door. The kids went to the trunk to get their gear on and to grab their backpacks, while I stood at the back near the back window.

“Oh, no,” Steve groaned. “Hey, guys.”

Mike, in full gear, walked past me and Steve to the front of the vehicle, the older teen asking, “Hey. Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

Dustin handed me my gear; a bandana to keep my nose and mouth protected as well as some goggles to keep my eyes protected as well.

“What are you, deaf?” Steve said. “Hello?”

I think everyone was ignoring him at this point, myself included. I didn’t want the kids to go through with the plan, but I wouldn’t have been able to stop them anyway.

“We are not going down there right now,” Steve continued. “Liv and I made ourselves clear.”

Turning to face him, I said, “You made yourself clear. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop them.”

“Whatever,” he said. “There’s no chance we’re going to that hole, alright?”

Dustin had a bag ready on the side of the trunk to grab it when he needed it, but Steve grabbed it and slammed it back in the trunk yelling, “This ends right now!”

“Babe!” I said at the same time Dustin said, “Steve!” while turning him around.

“You’re upset, I get it,” Dustin said while I shouldered my bag. “But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance.”

“Now, we know you promised Nance that you’d help me protect these kids,” I said, grabbing his bag from the trunk, holding it out to him. “So, help me keep them safe.”

We looked at each other for a moment before he lightly nodded his head and grabbed the bag from my hand, putting on the bandana and goggles.

Mike, Lucas and Max had already walked to the hole, gas cans, rope and map in hand, so when Steve put on his gear, he, Dustin and myself walked to the hole, the kids going down the rope first before Steve went down.

He looked up at me, holding his arms out to catch me as I slid in, my hands landing on his shoulders.

I looked around, seeing what looked like flecks of snow floating around. “Holy shit.”

“Uhh,” Mike said. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s this way.”

Steve helped me put on my bag as I had dropped it first before I turned around and helped him as Dustin asked, “You’re pretty sure, or you’re certain?”

“I’m 100% sure,” Mike said, turning to face the party. “Just follow me and you’ll know.”

He turned back around right before Steve and I said in unison, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey, I don’t think so.”

“What?” Mike asked.

I walked towards him, saying, “Any of you little shits die down here, Steve and I are getting the blame. Moreso me. You got that, dipshit?”

Hearing the paper map Mike had in his hand rustling, I looked at it in Steve’s hand as he turned and said, “From here on out, I’m leading the way.”

With an eyebrow raised, I watched as he put the paper in between two of his fingers that were holding his flashlight before he grabbed my hand and led me down the tunnels, as I said, “Let’s go! Hustle!”

I’m not sure how many tunnels we went through; it could’ve been one, it could’ve been 100, I wasn’t sure. Only thing I was sure of was that the part of the tunnel we were in looked like a giant nest of some sort. Very hard to describe.

“God,” Lucas said.

“What is this place?” Max asked.

“Can we keep moving, please?” I asked. “This place is freaking me out, and making me want to scrub my skin off in the shower.”

“Come on, guys, let’s keep moving,” Steve said, leading the way out of this… nest?

I heard screaming a few seconds later, followed by a “SHIT!” Stopping my steps, I said, “Dustin?!” Running back to him, I knelt down next to him, asking him, “What the fuck happened? Are you hurt? Dustin, talk to me!”

“It’s in my mouth! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” Dustin said before he started coughing.

I was breathing heavily, anxiety and worry filling me up fast.

He spit before looking at me. “I’m okay.”

Small bit of rage filled me as I hit his arm, yelling, “Don’t fucking do that again, Dustin Wade!” Standing, I let out a frustrated growl, pushing my way past Steve and the kids.

“Are you serious?” Max asked.

“Very funny, man,” Steve said. “You almost gave your sister a heart attack.”

I could see the flashlight trail beside me as I heard Steve tell me to wait up. When he caught up with me, I was walking down what seemed like steps within this tunnel.

“What the hell?” I whispered, looking around the… I guess, room we were in.

“Alright, Wheeler,” Steve said. “I think we found your hub.”

Looking around, I grossly underestimated how big this hub would be. I breathed in a deep breath, releasing it as confidence took over.

“Let’s drench it,” Mike said.

The four younger teens started drenching the hub in gasoline while Steve and I watched. I felt him rub his hand up and down my back. “I’m so ready for this shit to be over with. I want my boring life back. I wanna be able to sleep and not have nightmares.”

“Once we burn this place, it’ll go back to normal,” Steve said. “I promise.”

The kids came back to Steve and I when their cans were emptied, all of us squatting down.

“Alright, you guys ready?” Steve asked, the kids echoing, “Ready.”

I grabbed the lighter from my pocket, holding it up to Steve, saying, “Light her up.” He grabbed it from my hand, his eyes looking into mine before he said, “We’re in such deep shit.”

Steve flicked the lighter, the flame appearing immediately before he tossed it into the gasoline. Flames instantly started burning the hub, the vines almost dancing around as Steve said, “Go, go, go!”

He didn’t have to tell me twice as I got up and started following him and the kids back through the tunnels. Map in hand again, he was at the front of the line, Dustin behind us repeating oh my god like it was a mantra or something.

We made it to the little room where Dustin had his freak out just a few minutes before, Mike’s muffled, “Help! Help! Help!” making me grab Steve’s jacket and telling him Mike needs help.

All of us went back to help save Mike, a vine wrapping around his ankle when we got back to him. “Pull him out, pull him out!” I yelled.

The kids and I grabbed on to him, playing tug of war with Mike and this vine.

“Back, back, everybody back!” Steve yelled before he started whacking at the vine before it split, releasing Mike.

I looked at Steve with heart eyes, I’m sure, saying to him, “If we weren’t basically in the Upside Down, I’d kiss you stupid.”

“You can do that later,” he said. “Now, come on.”

A growling behind us made everyone turn to face it, the growling coming from Dart. I grabbed onto Dustin, not wanting him anywhere near Dart.

“Dart,” Dustin said, taking a couple of careful steps towards the creature.

“Dustin, no,” I said, trying to pull him back.

He gently pulled himself from my hold, turning to face me. “Liv, trust me. Please.” Turning back to face Dart, Dustin walked forward at the same time Dart did. “Hey. It’s me, it’s me. It’s just your friend. It’s Dustin.” He knelt on one knee in front of the creature, asking, “You remember me? Will you let us pass?”

When Dart opened his face at Dustin, I jumped, ready to save my little brother as Steve wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me in place.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Dustin said. “Liv and I are sorry about the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do. You hungry? Yeah?” He took a strap off his shoulder, reaching into his bag.

“He’s insane,” Lucas said, all of us shushing him after.

“I’ve got our favorite, see?”

“Nougat,” I whispered as Dustin said aloud to Dart.

I could tell he was opening it just by the way his arms were moving. “Look at that. Yummy. Here, alright? Eat up, buddy.” He moved his hand for us to move past him and Dart, the creature now distracted. “Come on, come on.”

After Max moved first, I felt Steve lightly push me to move forward, him and the other two boys following.

“There’s plenty more,” Dustin said. “I’ve got more.”

I stopped a few feet away to turn and watch my baby brother say goodbye to his interdimensional pet. “Goodbye, buddy.”

“Let’s go, let’s go,” Steve whispered.

We made it through the tunnels, probably about three quarters of the way back to the rope before the ground beneath us started rumbling, almost like an earthquake for a couple seconds.

I stood from having fallen over at the rumble, hearing the unmistakable Demodog roar.

“What was that?” Max asked.

We turned from the direction we just came from, hearing them roar again as Mike said, “They’re coming. Run! Run!”

He did not have to tell me twice. I just ran, not caring if I was going the right way or not, but thankful I turned down the right tunnel when I saw the rope. “There! Come on!”

I stopped at the rope, waiting for Steve to help me get the kids up to safety.

We got Max up first, then Lucas, followed by Mike and Dustin. Steve went to bend to hoist me up before I started to protest.

“No, no,” I said, watching him stand. “I’m not leaving you to die alone.” He tried to protest, but I just put my hands on his chest, saying, “No! I just got you, I can’t lose you already.”

I heard the monsters before I saw their shadow, Steve standing in front of me a little with his bat out to protect me, the kids shouting above us, “Liv, Steve, come on!”

I screamed a little as one came charging at us, closing my eyes, ready to see nothing but black, but… nothing came. As I opened them, I watched as they all passed us, Steve grabbing onto me as I leaned back a little to dodge the Dogs.

I was breathing so hard, my goggles started to fog up before I breathed, “Eleven.”

Steve and I made it up the rope after the Dogs ran past us, the headlights on Billy’s Camaro getting brighter and brighter before they dimmed back to their normal brightness.

Grabbing Dustin, I gave him the biggest hug ever, thankful that I still had my little brother with me. “I love you, Dusty,” I whispered. When I pulled back, I looked him in the eyes and said, “If you tell anyone I said that, I’ll deny it.”

He smiled. “Same.”

Turning to Steve, I smiled at him before wrapping my arms around his middle, just holding him for a moment, feeling him do the same with his arms around my shoulders. I looked at him after a few moments, saying, “I really thought I was going to lose you.”

He shook head. “You’ll ever lose me. I promise.”

I smiled at him, ready to kiss him stupid like I said earlier, but didn’t, not wanting to hurt his already swollen lips from getting the shit knocked out of him by Billy. Lightly touching them, I said softly, “When these aren’t swollen, I’ll kiss you stupid.”

He smiled a little before wincing at the pain.

A throat being cleared made me turn around, seeing Max with Billy’s keyring on her finger.

“I’ll drive,” I said.

~~~

After I had dropped Steve off at his car, I took the Camaro back to the Byers, Steve following me. Billy was still passed out on the floor, so I just dropped his keys on his abdomen before getting into the driver seat of Steve’s BMW, driving the kids back home.

I gave Dustin the option of staying at home alone or staying with Mike. He opted to stay with Mike. Steve also gave me options; go home or go with him. I chose the latter. I didn’t wanna stay home alone.

When Steve and I made it back to his house, we took our showers before I cleaned him up some more and patched him back up. We cuddled in his bed that night, talking about anything and everything; fears for the next few weeks, goals, what we wanted out of… us.

I sighed. “I don’t want a comparison relationship. I don’t want us to be compared to you and Nancy.”

Running his fingers lightly on my arm, he said, “We won’t. And if anyone tries to say it in front of us, I’ll kick their ass.”

I chuckled, looking up at his jawline, cupping the right side of his face. “Need I remind you why that would be a bad idea?”

He chuckled a little, resting his hands on my arms before he sighed. All I could hear was his heartbeat under my ear as I closed my eyes, silence following.

I wasn’t sure what this thing between Steve and I would hold… if it even held anything.

All I wanted was Steve… and I got him.

~~~

One Month Later

It was sad officially saying goodbye to Barbra Holland, but her parents and Nancy needed closure. I had told Steve that it felt right and respectful to be at the services for Barb, and he agreed.

Steve took me home after the funeral services, promising he’d be back to take me on a small diner date later. As I was getting ready, I heard Dustin stomp around the house, saying, “Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!”

I walk out of my room as my mom and I asked, “Where did you see it last?” She was sitting in her chair holding our new kitten, Tews.

Pointing at a spot on the counter, Dustin said, “Right here, where I put it.”

“What’s so important anyway?” I asked, crossing my arms.

He picked up a brown paper bag, turning to us and smiling. “Got it.” After running past Mom and I, the doorbell rang.

“That’s your ride, Dusty!” Mom said.

Eyes wide, I realized I wasn’t fully ready. Turning to bolt back to my room, I said, “Son of a bitch!”

~~~

“Why am I always in the backseat?” I groaned as Steve pulled up to the Middle School gym.

“Because I’m more special, that’s why,” Dustin replied.

Leaning in between the front seats, I glared at my brother. “I’m his girlfriend, I think that makes me more special.”

When Steve stopped the car, he said, “Stop bickering, please. We’re here. So, remember, once you get in there…”

Dustin turned his head to face Steve, confirming, “Pretend like I don’t care.”

I facepalmed as Steve said, “You don’t care.”

“I don’t care.”

“There you go. You’re learning, my friend. You’re learning.”

Dustin checked himself in the rearview mirror, making sure his hairstyle was still in place.

“Dusty,” I said.

“What?”

“Come on, dude. You look great. I mean, you used half that can. I could smell it down the hall.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Steve said. “Now, you’re gonna go in there–”

“Yeah,” Dustin said.

“Look like a million bucks.”

“Yeah!”

“And you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.”

“Like a lion,” Dustin said, before proceeding to growl.

“Uuuuuuhhhhh, don’t do that, okay?”

“Okay.”

Steve stuck his hand out, Dustin wrapping his own around Steve’s as the older teen said, “Good luck.”

Dustin and I got out before I gave him a hug, whispering, “Care,” before I lightly shoved him away from the door, telling him to have fun as I got in and shut the door.

I looked at Steve, and him at me before we leaned towards each other, smiles on our faces. Our lips connected in a sweet kiss before we pulled apart, Steve driving off with his hand on its normal spot; my thigh.

I was so happy with Steve. Nothing could destroy it.

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artzychic27 · 7 months ago

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since we have a Zombies AU, what about Teen beach? Adrienette could be Lela and Tanner (with Marc as Butchy since he and Mari are HC’s as cousins. And Luka and Kagami could be Mack and Brady, but it would end up as a long-distance kind of poly thing!

On the sunny beaches at the lovely French Riviera, Kagami is a young surfer known around for her impressive moves and skillfull maneuvers

As she's getting back from surfing a wave, she makes her way to The Liberty, a surf shop owned and operated by Anarka Couffaine and her children, Luka and Juleka, to get some board wax

There, she walks in on them watching their favorite film, a 1960s musical titled Wet Side Story, where surfers and motorcycle bikers battle for the privilege to hang out at Big Kwami's, a beachside restaurant

It's surprisingly progressive by showing white and people of color hanging out together and the subtle queer themes

As Kagami and Luka watch the scene where Adrien, the leader of the surfers, catches Marinette, the cousin of the biker leader as she's falling off of the stage during her solo, they can't help but gush over their chemistry

Kagami: For such a campy low-budget film, this scene is truly a work of art.

Luka: Yeah, you can tell by Marinette's reaction that she wasn't expecting a surfer of all people to help her and Adrien... He didn't think about her being a biker, he just saw someone in need of saving.

Soon, Kagami's aunt, Tamika, comes by. Despite being the sister of Tomoe, she's nothing like her. She never excelled at fencing and is always aiming to please and honor her big sister despite the fact that she passed away years ago

When Tamika tells her that she needs to finish packing, this gets Luka's attention

Kagami then explains to him that before her mother died, Tamika promised Tomoe that Kagami would attend the same private school she did in Japan and join the ranks of the school's top-rated fencing team to continue her family's legacy. And she is leaving the next day

Luka: It doesn't sound like you want to go.

Kagami: I don't. But, it's what my mother would have wanted.

However, Luka's not letting her leave without a proper sendoff and without spending just one last moment together. So, he calls Kagami the day before she has to leave, and tells her to meet with him on the beach with her surfboard.

Together, they decide to surf a 40-foot wave that is about to hit the beach. However, the wave proves to be too strong, and they get swept away before they can paddle back

Somehow, eventually, they land on another beach where it's day time and brightly-colored

After their vision adjusts, they find themselves on the beach where Wet Side Story was filmed during the cast's opening number. Deciding not to let this moment goes to waste, Luka joins the film's cast in singing "Surf Crazy" while Kagami is wondering what the fuck is going on

When the song comes to an end, and the two wrap their heads around everything after concluding that this is not a dream, they remember that there will be a storm and giant wave at the end of the film. They can paddle out and it'll take them home. They just have to go along with the film

They go into Big Kwami's and introduce themselves to the surfers- Adrien, Nino, Nathaniel, Myléne, Ondine, Denise, Chloé, Cosette, Aurore, Jean, Austin A, Austin Q, and Austin B- who are all perplexed by the newcomers and don't know what to do or say until Jean just hollers,

Jean: These smoothies are crazy, dudes!

Then a moment later, the bikers arrive, consisting of their leader, Marc, his cousin, Marinette, along with Alya, Ivan, Max, Kim, Alix, Sabrina, Rose, Zoé, Simon, Mireille, Reshma, Lacey, Ismael, and Austin T

Luka: Oh, my God, I love this song.

Kagami: Yeah, and Marc is obviously looking at Nathaniel every time he says, 'Cruisin' for a Bruisin'... Also, is Marinette hotter up close, or is it just me?

Luka: Oh, I was looking at Adrien, but yeah, you're right.

After the start the surf and turf war and the number, "Cruisin' for a Bruisin'", Kagami and Luka are then invited to come to a party at Big Kwami's later that night.

That evening, Luka is enjoying the vibe of the film while Kagami is becoming more stressed by the minute as they need to get back home so she doesn't miss her flight. Luka's attempts at assuring her they'll get home before that don't work, and she starts to storm off as Marinette is singing "Falling For Ya" on stage

As Kagami is about to leave, she trips on the steps because of her flip flops and falls in the arms of none other than Adrien. Seeing this, Luka turns to the stage and sees Marinette about to fall off of the stage, but then catches her, and the two leads fall in love with them

This interferes with the film's plot, and now, none of the characters are sure what to do now. To keep the movie flowing and get out, Kagami and Luka realize that they need to make Adrien and Marinette fall in love to fix things

Luka: Let's just hope Les Moth and Dr. Pavon don't mess things up.

Kagami: Right. Them... Do those villains seem out of nowhere, or is it just me?

Luka: Yes! What is up with that? I get that they have to like, make the Bikers and Surfers get along to save their friends, but why scientists who are trying to control the weather?

Kagami: And the technology seems far too advanced for a 60s film.

Luka: What about Frankenstein?

Kagami: It is based on a book, it does not count.

As Adrien and Marinette express their love for Kagami and Luka, respectively through the song "Meant to Be", they try to subtly suggest to them that there may be someone else they are really meant to be with. Though, they can't lie and say they're not smitten by their damn 60s charm

That night, Luka joins the biker boys for a sleepover/initiation now that he's dating Marinette, while Kagami hangs out with the surfer girls (And Denise) at Big Kwami's as they sing "Like Me."

With Kagami, their relationship advice doesn't match with her modern views on how a relationship should work

Chloé: Invest in a cute sundress. Guys love to see a little knee these days!

Denise: And put those baking skills to use! Feed him a pie, and he's all yours'.

Cosette: Remember to look shy. Bat your eyes and look away to get him interested.

Now, with Luka

Kim: Take the lead. The ladies like a man in control.

Ismael: Don't let 'em know how much you care, alright? You can't be soft.

Marc: Yeah, trust us. The guys will be all over you... GIRLS! Girls! I meant girls! I am heterosexual... Dudes.

Austin T: *Whispering* Nice save.

As the movie progresses, they fail to make any progress on getting Marinette and Adrien together and find themselves falling for the characters themselves. Needing to de-stress, Luka decides to join some of the surfers by the bonfire

They get a little hostile at first when they see his biker attire until Luka correctly guesses the model guitar that Austin Q is strumming, and Adrien invites him to sit with them

Adrien: So, what's a biker doing over here?

Luka: I don't know. What's a cute surfer doing inviting me to sit with him?

Adrien: It's... Wha... What?

Nino: Dude, did he just flirt with Adrien?

Nathaniel: That's... Cool?

Jean: I wanna flirt with guys!

Cosette: Fuck that. I'm flirting with girls.

As Luka plays "Meant To Be Reprise" on the guitar and sings, Adrien is just smitten and sings along as the surfers find themselves thinking about the crushes they can't have for two reasons

Meanwhile, Kagami goes to surf, and catches Marinette's eye. When she returns to the beach, she's confronted by Marinette, who asks her to teach her how to surf

Kagami, after falling off her board while giving Marinette and lesson, realizes that she and Luka are morphing into the film when she falls into the water and her hair does not get wet

Kagami: Why isn't my hair wet?!

Marinette: *Giggles* Everyone knows you don't get wet when you get in the ocean or a pool. God, you're every bit as funny as Luka says you are.

Kagami: ... He talks about me?

Marinette: Yeah... Is there something going on between you two? I-I wouldn't want to-

Kagami: I wouldn't mind if you had a crush on Luka. That is to say, if we were dating, but we're not. But, I am polyamorous, so it would not bother me if you liked Luka.

Marinette: ... Poly what?

Now back to the real issue at hand. Luka and Kagami can't get wet, and they then begin to spontaneously sing and are unable to stop, leading to a song that is nowhere in the movie's cast album, "Can't Stop Singing"

They are then captured by Les Moth and Dr. Pavon and taken to the villains' lighthouse lair before their respective dates with Adrien and Marinette on the beach

Instead, Adrien and Marinette meet. And after some awkward conversation, they find they have a bit in common. However, before they can talk some more, Adrien spots a strange signal coming from the old lighthouse. In morse code, someone's saying "Help us. Kidnapped. Kagami and Luka." Good thing his character bio says he can read morse code

They round up the bikers and surfers to convince them to save Kagami and Luka and expect some reluctance, but to their surprise

Jean: That biker taught me things I didn't think were possible! *Seizes Austin T by the face and kisses him* Hell yeah, I'm saving him!

Zoé: Sure. Fuck it. *Kisses Cosette*

Marc: I'll help you if you do two things for me. One... Quit holding my cousin's hand, pretty boy! *Adrien quickly lets go of Marinette's hand* And two!... Tell me where that cute redhead surfer is.

Nathaniel: *Giggles* Hey, cutie.

Marc: *Smirks* I'll get to you later.

Meanwhile, Kagami admits to Luka that she is glad that she ended up in the film and does not have to attend private school and live up to the expectations her mother had in place for her

When she confesses that she thinks Marinette is braver than her for stepping out of the role the movie had set for her, Luka denies that, saying that she is the bravest girl he knows. And, noticing the little tint to her cheeks when she talks about Marinette, he asks if she likes her

Kagami: ... Don't think I didn't see you almost kiss Adrien.

Luka: Okay, that's fair. But, um... He's not the only person I like.

Kagami: I know, you like Marinette. Who doesn't?

Luka: Yeah, her too. But, I also meant you.

The surfers and bikers storm the lighthouse and in a typical queer teenager fashion, they trash the place with weapons they somehow obtained, and make out on top of the expensive equipment as Elvis plays in the background and disarm the machine... But now it's gonna explode

They escape just seconds before it explodes, and the scene takes them back to the beach. The film's plot returns to normal, and Luka and Kagami realize they are able to return home

Kagami: ... Fuck it. *Kisses Adrien and then Marinette*

Luka: Well, if she's doing it. *Kisses Adrien and then Marinette*

Austin A: Wait, we can just like, date more than one person? That's a thing people do?!

After saying goodbye to everyone, Kagami and Luka get on their surfboard and return to the real world, where no time has passed since they left. Kagami successfully surfs the 40-foot wave without getting dragged into a movie, and all is well... But, Tamika's upset about her delaying her flight

Kagami stands up to her aunt, telling her to stop trying to impress her sister when she's no longer around and to finally take the weight off of her shoulders. It takes a bit of convinving, but Tamika relents and agrees to let her continue her education in France.

Now all is well, and Kagami and Luka start dating

*Post Credits*

*Drenched and coughing up water, the bikers and surfers drag themselves onto the beach*

Marc: Guys! Guys, my hair is wet!

Alya: WHAT THE HELL?! So is mine!

Chloé: My mascara is running!

Kim: My beautiful quiff! Someone get me some grease!

Nathaniel: Why is it so hot outside?! It's boiling!

Austin A: Ew! The water tastes like salt!

Modern surfer: Hey, dudes. Are you lost? You're like totally wiggin' out, bruh.

Bikers/Surfers: ...

Sabrina: ... Hello. What year do you come from?

Modern Surfer: ... It's 2015. Seriously, do you need to call someone? *Holds up a flat phone, and the bikers and surfers scream*

Adrien: This is a phone? *Slowly takes it* Where's the dial?

Marinette: Maybe you open it?

Phone: You have one new message.

Bikers/Surfers: *Scream again*

Max: Guys... There's a woman inside of it.

Cosette: What sort of witchery is this?

*They crowd around Adrien as he taps the screen, and they scream at the image of Jagged Stone as the Home Screen*

Marc: Men can wear makeup?!

Jean: I am in awe of the future! *Sees a bunch of tan shirtless guys* And the awe continues.

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theloveoffootball10 · 2 months ago

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"Lucía you're going to kill me. You need to slow down" Lando practically screams at me as I drive us back to the villa. Since we left the club he's hung onto the car for his life.

"You're the worst passenger ever! I'm literally driving the speed limit Lando and I'm being careful because I'm not used to driving this car. I can't wait to get you in my car" I say laughing as I look at Lando.

"Are we back yet? I feel like we've been driving forever" as I pull into the grounds of the villa I turn off the car and stop to look at Lando.

"I've never heard anything so dramatic. Come on" getting out of the car a let myself into the villa Lando following close behind.

"This place is insane" feeling Lando's arms snake around my waist I move my head to the side giving him access to my neck. My body just reacts to him and his touch, I've never had a feeling like this with someone before. "You're insane Lucía. I can't wait to have you to myself on Wednesday"

"I can't wait to see what you have planned" turning around in Lando's arms I wrap my arms around his neck "how does it feel knowing you're a formula one race winner?"

"Fucking incredible. Even better knowing I had you there. You might have been wearing Aston Martin colours but I know you were supporting McLaren deep down"

"Do you want to know something no one else does?" I ask pulling Lando onto the sofa with me.

"What is it?"

"I was wearing orange underwear for you" biting my lip I pull my dress up slightly extending the invite to Lando.

"Oh fuck you're still wearing orange now" I let out a small moan as I feel Lando's fingers trace over the lace of my thong "maybe this is my lucky charm. You're so ready for me"

"Lando I've been ready for you all day" grabbing the back of the collar of Lando's shirt I pull it over his head not even bothering with the buttons. I just want his clothes off.

"Lucía are you back here?" Hearing a commotion and voices I mumble a quick 'fuck' under my breath before my dad, his friends, my friends and Max come flying into the living area. Lando's head is buried in my shoulder and I know he's thinking the same as me. We should have gone to his hotel.

"Whoa it looks like Lando was about to get his real prize for winning" Danielle shouts drawing everyone's attention to me and Lando. My friends have no idea what it means to be subtle.

"Lando I know I said I'm okay with you seeing my daughter but I don't want to physically see you on top of her"

"Oh my god papá! Stop please!" I could quite literally die of embarrassment right now.

"Fernando mate, I can't help that she likes to be shown a good time" Lando says with a laugh pulling his shirt back on.

"Oh Christ Chels he's got a death wish!" Practically hiding behind Chelsea I make my way into the kitchen to grab drinks for everyone. I said I wasn't going to drink tonight but right now I need a tequila. Possibly six.

"Lucía he better not hurt you" my dad says joining me pouring a tray of shots in the kitchen "if he's only using you for sex he won't know what he's getting himself into"

"Papá! I thought you said you weren't getting involved? And how do you know it's not me using him for sex? Trust me papá, me and Lando are on the same page but if I need you I know where you are" I really don't want to have this conversation with my dad but I need to get through it as much as I can for now then when I get home I can get my mum to have this conversation with my dad.

"Okay I won't get involved" my dad says holding his hands up in defeat. I know this won't be the end of it but while my dad is drunk it's the last thing I want to talk about with so many people around "come on lets get these shots out there. Everyone is in the pool"

Carrying two trays of tequila out to the pool I pass the tray around before sitting on the side of the pool with Lando, Ryan, Millie and Callum. It's funny how quick my friends have taken to Lando being around, they don't know him but for me they seem to be giving him a chance. When he's with Ryan and Callum he's one of them.

"What's on your mind?" Millie asks sitting next to me.

"Nothing serious. I'm just thinking of what you all interrupted when you came home. I could be at least two orgasms deep by now instead I'm entertaining all of these drunk lunatics"

"I'm sure you won't miss out on any orgasms tonight Lucía" Millie laughs while rolling her eyes "he's besotted with you, he can't keep his eyes off you regardless of how drunk he is now" looking up I see Lando's eyes on me, even if he is mid-conversation he still manages to throw a wink my way causing me to blush. Blush for gods sake, I'm Lucía Alonso I don't blush.

"No one has ever made me feel the way he does Millie. I can't explain it, I've never had this before but it scares me. When he's happy, I'm happy and vice versa. I hated seeing him so upset after the race in Hungary"

"You're in love. You'll deny it because you're Lucía and you're not used to being all in with someone because they usually fuck you over before you get to that stage but this time it could the real deal. I don't want to sound cliche but you need to trust the process" listening to Millie I know she's right. I don't ever give my whole heart to someone because it usually turns out they're using me, most of the time for Formula One tickets so now I keep myself closed off.

"You're right and I know you are. I suppose I just need to give him the benefit of the doubt" Lando has never done anything to make me think he has ill intentions, I have to believe he's in this for the right reasons.

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ladysomething · 8 months ago

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Oh my goodness thank you so much for such a detailed answer and for entertaining my long, rambling mess of an ask. I appreciate you and I LOVE learning more about your writing process. It’s so interesting to me and it makes me appreciate the fic even more knowing how much work and care you and SaiyanWitcher put into every chapter. I will ask again at the end of WYGIG to find out what foreshadowing moments you loved the most, I promise! And in the meantime I am so excited to see what things I’m right about and what things are gonna surprise me! (Also I think I’m already wrong about the Kelly thing because I forgot in ch2 that Charles said she didn’t have a mating bite, so my new prediction is that Max was helping Kelly escape from a bad situation and that Max’s mum was the one he saw go through mate withdrawal, but don’t tell me if I’m right! I’m living for the suspense!!)

And tiny details like the vase thing are truly my favourite thing. Idk, they just are that special something that makes a fic go from amazing to like, god-tier for me. And now since you said you love when people pick up on tiny details, here’s some others I noticed that I loved, just in case me noticing them can also bring you some joy.

Before the auction, Mattia touches his own face when referring to Charles’ muzzle in ch1 and Max gestures at his face similarly in ch2 when trying to get permission from Charles to remove the muzzle (and then the contrast of Mattia’s cruelty and Max’s gentleness that follows those similar actions is !!!!! so good !!)

I loved how in ch1 when Charles is trying to mentally block out the auction, he focuses on pretending he’s back in his childhood apartment since that was a safe place for him, and then that’s the same place his dreamworld is based on when we see it in ch3!

Charles self soothing by stroking his teddy in ch2 and by stroking the sheets in his nest the same way in ch4 broke my heart a lil.

And Charles described Max’s scent as most collecting on petals of daffodils and jasmine when Max was trying to calm him down in ch3 and then max describes Charles’ scent as strawberries and jasmine in ch4. Love the subtle overlap, those boys are meant to be (even if it’s a Rough Start)!!!

This ask is now longer than my first outrageously long ask, I am so so sorry. And I don’t even have a question so def don’t feel obligated to reply to this one LOL. But I have so much love for your writing and so appreciate your willingness to answer my (and everyone else’s) questions about your writing and this story!!

anon, I need you to understand that I've had a really difficult week writing WYGIG. I know exactly what has to to happen, and I'm so excited for the next chapter, and yet I am struggling to get words down on the paper.

Your previous ask, and now this one, are so immeasurably delightful to me and they are the exact type of thing I needed to hear. I don't know if you'll ever be able to understand just how meaningful the things you've said are.

I honestly don't think I even have the words to thank you for your extremely kind and thoughtful asks, so instead I'm giving you what is an extremely meagre offering in return: a snippet from chapter 5.

It's below the cut, for anybody who doesn't want the spoilers.

“Is this your Dreyma Ver-öld?”

Charles’ fingers slip on the keys, discordant noise filling the air. He whips around on the seat, horror filling him as he sees Max standing in the middle of the living room, dripping water everywhere and looking around curiously.

“You,” Charles seethes. “What are you doing here?”

But he already knows the answer, of course. Max claimed him, so just like every other part of his life, Max gets access to this, too. At least he seems to have woken up outside, where it’s still pouring rain. At least there are small justices.

“Mine doesn’t look like this,” Max says, ignoring the question entirely.

Charles wouldn’t have any idea what Max’s Dream World might look like. He’ll never get to see it, because to see it he’d have to claim Max back. No, instead, Charles is doomed to a life giving everything to Max and getting nothing in return.

“Was this your home?”

Charles grits his teeth and turns back around to his piano, stubbornly refusing to answer.

“What was the shed outside?” Max asks a few moments later. “I tried to go in, but—”

“You can’t go in there,” Charles snaps, shoulders hunched. He doesn’t care how confrontational he sounds—he’d rather die than let Max near the memories locked in that shed.

#anon ask #lestappen fic #lestappen #where you go i go

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rainboq · 2 years ago

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This might be a long one. Assuming that William doesn't die, and Chloe doesn't end up quadriplegic, how does he handle her introducing different people (i.e. Max, Kate, Rachel, Steph, Alex and/or Victoria) as her girlfriend(s)? Obviously he's going to at least be accepting, hence I'm largely wondering how the relationship between him and each possible girlfriend might play out.

Max is by far the easiest, assuming she doesn't move. Max and Chloe aren't sure when they make the shift over from best friends to girlfriends, it's a subtle thing. Their late night games of truth or dare start including little practice kisses that stop being so little or about practice. Their hand holding starts getting more intense. Their cuddling up to watch a movie starts involving a lot more body contact. William watches all of it with a knowing smile and gentle encouragements as both girls come to him, freaked out about their shifting feelings for each other. He probably even brings up the topic of asking Max out on an official date, which freaks Chloe out because 'oh my god I'm crushing on Max, what if I mess this up???' That summer he takes both girls to pride with a 'free hugs from a dad' shirt. It's probably not even the first pride he's been too, I can see him being active helping the community back in his youth because he couldn't stand idly by during the AIDS crisis.

If Max leaves, it's more complicated, but he absolutely encourages Chloe to work up to telling Max her feelings and makes sure that they have plenty of visits together with lots of alone time to work it out.

Kate's an interesting one. Chloe's originally pretty dismissive of her, after all, she's got no use for religion while she's busy throwing herself into science. She's not necessarily an angry atheist type, but she's at the very least agnostic. But Kate's nice to her, she's on a scholarship like Chloe, and she's soft spoken, so all their interactions are positive even if they have nothing to talk about. That all changes when she sees Kate getting bullied. Chloe cannot abide a bully, so she stands up for this girl she barely knows. First she trades blows with her tongue, and then her fists. Chloe wins it, but she's got her fair share of bruises. When William arrives at the office to have a chit chat with Wells and take Chloe home for the day, he finds this mousey little girl sitting outside of the office, wailing about how it's all her fault. He gets the story from her first, and he couldn't be prouder of his daughter. He takes them both out for ice cream, and Kate spends the entire time fussing over Chloe's bruises, which has Chloe grinning like an idiot while blushing and fidgeting from the attention. He encourages Chloe to invite this sweet girl over, but it's not really needed. It's how impossible to miss how blushy they get around each other, and he pretty immediately tells Kate that no matter what, she's got a safe place in their home. Unlike with Max, Chloe's more sure of her sexuality this time around, maybe she's already been to her first pride with her proud poppa, but that cross around Kate's neck still freaks her out a bit, until Kate makes the first move. Maybe it's a stolen kiss behind the bleachers, or she wins a bet over a video game and claims her prize of Chloe's lips, but either way it blindsides Chloe and they fall hard. William tries to help them keep things secret and safe, but Kate's parents eventually learn and when all hell breaks loose, he keeps his word. (Shit, this is a fun premise, I might write this)

William adores Steph from the moment Chloe tells him about her, and he digs out his old DM screen and source books. Steph is amazed that she gets to play such an old edition, and not only that, she doesn't have to run the campaign! It's kind of an open secret between all of them what's going on between them, even if Chloe keeps tripping over herself, and Steph is just as much of a disaster. Instead their player characters start getting romantic toward each other, and William goes out of his way to give them all the setup they could ever want to make it happen. It's not a surprise when Chloe finally tells him that they're dating, but it's still a celebration. He ends up taking Chloe and Steph to pride with Steph's uncle, and they have a gay old time.

Rachel is more difficult. Without Chloe's reputation for skipping class and getting fucked up, she's not going to really take note of her like she did in canon. Sure, Chloe's pretty, clever, and fun, but she's not exactly plugged into the Blackwell social scene or on Rachel's radar. Maybe she pings Rachel's gaydar while she's looking to experiment. Maybe Rachel reaches out for a little extra help with chemistry homework. Or maybe some silly shenanigans happen that put Chloe and Rachel stuck in close proximity, perhaps spin the bottle leading to seven minutes in heaven? However it happens, William is wary of Rachel. He knows her type, and he sees how she's wrapping Chloe around her finger, but he also understands that Chloe needs to make her own choices and mistakes. He's also emotionally available to Rachel in a way that she's not expecting or used to, hoping that he can help her grow as a person and stop trying to wear a mask all the time. Either way he's there for Chloe every step of the way, regardless if it works out or not, and with Chloe having a more solid emotional footing, maybe it goes very differently for both of them.

Victoria is... well he's he's definitely surprised when he walks in on Chloe half dressed and furiously making out with a girl that she's repeatedly complained about at great volume for being a bully. After stammered excuses, a lot of blushing and a generous helping of swearing, both girls get dressed again and William gets to talking with them. He explains that he's not mad, but he's definitely confused, and maybe a little disappointed in Chloe for going down this route, even if he understands it a little bit. Neither girl has a great answer for how this happened at all, a tutoring session that escalated maybe? What really surprises Victoria is that he doesn't kick her out, instead not only does William take the time to ask, he actually listens. She can't believe it at first, but even a few hours with him has her realizing how alike father and daughter are. Eventually Victoria's own dorkiness starts coming out and she starts getting into long debates with Chloe over the merits of this or that anime, they cuddle up and watch classic movies together, she writes poems about Chloe, which is when William starts to really get it. The true game changer is when Victoria's having a really tough time, and not really knowing what to do, she goes to William about it, and he actually listens to her. That gets her bawling, and before long she's blubbering out all the weight of the expectations her parents have heaped onto her slim shoulders. William helps her through that in ways not therapist ever could, and Victoria starts finding the emotional strength to be her own person again, instead of the perfect bitchy princess her parents have been trying to shape her into.

Dana is just fun. He gives Chloe a high five for getting a date with a cheerleader, and her love of Halloween and classic movies means she fits right in with the Prices to the point Joyce rolls her eyes and makes a comment about 'there's three of you now'. William absolutely digs out photos of Chloe's old costumes to show Dana, much to Chloe's embarrassment, but her protests die away as Dana squeals about how cute she was. They end up doing an ensemble costume for every Halloween until Chloe and Dana are off at college.

Alex is going to be something that happens later in life. Chloe's been off on her own for a while, been through college, maybe even has her masters. Chloe stays in touch with her dad pretty regularly, at least weekly phone/video calls and visits for the holidays and she comes to him for advice on a lot of topics. He first hears about Alex on one of these calls, maybe she's a mysterious stranger that Chloe is helping out, or a traveling musician that she's hit it off with. Then come the pictures, and oh wow she's cute! Chloe's all blushes and excited babbling about her, how funny and smart she is, and links to her soundcloud while raving about her music. Chloe tries to coax Alex onto a call, but she's really shy about meeting anyone when she can't see their aura. Finally the holidays arrive, and he meets Alex, who is a giant bundle of nerves in a denim jacket. William is his usual gentle, gregarious self and Alex wonders how she was ever surprised that William is as genuine as his daughter. It doesn't take long for William to start becoming a father figure in her life, even if the -in-law bit might take a long while. That title is very much a formality as he takes her, and Gabe, under his wing, being every bit the father that John failed to be. She honestly has a few good, long cries over it. He also spoils the shit out of Ethan and gets stoned with Char, so that's fun.

If Chloe ever brings Cassidy home, he makes her take a fucking shower and then pulls out his own guitar.

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drowsyr · 1 year ago

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hiii friend anon back again with some Thoughts on steve and robin!!

last night my best friend and i talked about nothing and everything on a phone call for nearly 3 hours even though we both have cars and live 10 minutes away from each other. we have a spotify blend and i think in a modern au steve and robin would have one that's 95+% compatible!

robin definitely makes those wool/thread bracelet things on slow days at family video and puts them all on steve; later when steve's bored he unravels them so she can start again :)

steve and robin discuss getting hair changes to sort of make a new chapter of their lives; they end up shittily box dying their hair in streaks in robin's bathroom one day

steve's hair they make pink and robin's is green. later on when they have matching crises about gender and their lack thereof, they go "well! this sucks, we just dyed our hair and now we forgot to cut and style it first." so the next day they go to a proper salon and get it cut-and-styled and they redo the coloured strands at home!!

they steal steve's mom's dresses and steve's dad's suits and dress up in them and have their own little fashion show - neither of them sticks to one specific type of outfit, at one point robin comes out in strings of pearls cascaded around her throat and delicate golden chains tucked into the collar of the shirt of the suit she's wearing; next steve comes out in a blazer and a flared blue summer dress

then they have a slumber party and they are fine!! everything is fine and they are amazing!! until the point where steve says "wait, robin, i don't think i've ever loved anyone like that (romantically) before" and they have to figure that out.

this happens in the span of like two days in which the rest of the party doesn't hear a word from them and then they're completely shocked when the two turn in for their monday evening shift.

have a nice day!! :)

hiiii <3

i know for a Fact that stobin has friendship bracelets like if u ever read a stobin post from me just know they are also wearing friendship bracelets

i used to be a camp counselor for many years and i made many many bracelets… i feel like robin and steve like to have something to do during their movie nights like they can’t just sit there and so i feel like they make a LOT of these bracelets.

i’m torn btwn thinking that robin already knew how to make them (learned from her parents, who i believe would encourage family crafting time when she was little) and thinking that erica taught them (maybe even while they were in the elevator? i can’t remember if she had her backpack but also little girls have bottomless pockets so. plausible)

i know in my heart of hearts that when robin offered steve the first bracelet she made him he was like oh🥺cool🥺thank you robin🥺 and was like. thrilled tearing up etc.

i feel like they make matching lesbian pride flag bracelets as like a subtle way of supporting robin (robin had the idea to make one then got too scared to wear it out bc like. steve what if they know what it means what if they notice. and he’s like robin if they know what it means then what do you think that means about them. and she’s like but oh my god steve but what if!! so he’s like ok make me one we’ll have more matching bracelets :) and robin was like aww stevie… omg ok!!(they’ll make bi flag ones when steve realizes/comes out))

also sorry to focus so much on the friendship bracelets but one more thing 🫣 i feel like el would looove making friendship bracelets like she sees the matching stobin ones and goes fucking insaaane she makes them for everyone (starting with max and mike then making one for robin as a thank you for teaching her <3)

also yeah. when steve picked up dustin for the first time he mocked the shit out of him for the bad hair dye but then he found out that both of them did it to match and he was like yeah ok this makes sense. still looks you guys did this shittily tho.

stobin loooove the harringtons closet. first of all though they do make a million closet jokes it’s actually insufferable. but they love it <3 but the party do not like the fact that by now if the word closet is said in any context they look at each other muppet style and crack up

also yes their sleepover conversations are rollercoasters… like when you trust someone so much and want them to know all of you good and bad it’s so fast to jump back and forth between elation and serious conversation…the girls love to gab!! and sometimes that gabbing means confessing the deepest parts of yourself bc the most important person in your life needs to know the most important things about you!!

#this is so long sorry😭#stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington #ask #anyways yeah i love them <3 #to me the first bracelets they made were green pink and blue :) that’s just their vibe #i love the idea that they match btwn the two of them bc i am very stevecoded in the fact that i looove to color match an entire outfit #and bro… robin being willing to match with him is so fucking cute

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wc-wild-rewrite · 1 year ago

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Fire and Ice reread!

I didnt enjoy this nearly as much as the first book, so 7/10, i give my reasonings in the My Thoughts section. The writing is less clunky in the way its written, but the writing itself is, eh, its not terrible but its not book 1 standard.

On the bright side, i'm loving Windclan and the thunderclan apprentices.

Prolouge

Poor morningflower, having to give birth road-side without her mate

Its been nearly a moon since windclan was driven out, so they were there when rusty joined thunderclan

Deadfoot my beloved

Honestly ashfoot your complaining isnt unjustified, id be mad too

Chapter 1

They need to grow in their leafbare fur, interesting! Probably never brought up again though

"After many moons as an apprentice" its been 4 moons max, and you spent one of those moons not actually training, how did you even qualify for this

Ah yes, exposition monolouge on what happened the previous book

God i love how respectful whitestorm is

"Only been warriors for a few days" you literally just finished your vigil, dude, its not even been a whole day

Honor is a big thing for the clans

I like the idea of longtail just walking around camp giving the least subtle hints for days on end

Aww swiftpaw was so anxious for his ceremony, thats adorable

Way to have double standards, longtail. Still love you tho

And theres the full moon

Ah, more exposition, on lionheart this time. Thank you, erins, we get it, we did read the last book

Interesting how easily bluestar takes ravenpaw's leaving. I mean, not the tigerclaw part, but the leaving the clan part.

Chapter 2

Whitestorm still being respectful, even to the enemy

Oh no, whiteclaw, your not gonna see the end of this book

Yeah, so he did spend a moon looking after her

Im shocked Tigerclaw wants Windclan back

Chapter 3

Slow slug

Yellowfang seems rather chipper today

Chapter 4

As of the gathering, its been two moons since windclan was driven out

They have wood ants

They know what a year is

Apparently windclan doesnt patrol its borders often

Chapter 5

Ok so this generstion of windclan cats are DEFINITELY traumatised

I can't imagine tnp journey is gonna go well for them

I admire their sturdiness though, still willing to fight despite everything

Chapter 6

Ooo smart move, Fireheart, asking to go with them instead of offering help

Gorsekit is officially a little creature

Deadfoot!! My boy!!

I love fireheart's comeback to the apprentice

Aww barley likes sharing food with his boyfriend

Chapter 7

I love deadfoot so much, little blorbo man

Damn ok riverclan chill out

"Lame warrior" can we not

But also yess tigerclaw save my boy

Chapter 8

Oh no, whiteclaw!

Yess willowpelt protect your son

I wonder how much the story would've changed if sandpaw had dropped instead of whiteclaw, or both of them

Tigerclaw i see you trying to get your cronies new apprentices

I hope fireheart and greystripe share the story with the elders, i like them

Ok apparently brackenpaw is ginger now

Awww cinderpaw babie girl

Lil moody brackenpaw there, love him

But also they are like 4 moons didnt we just learn this was bad

Chapter 9

Honestly it is so irresponsible for bluestar to make these two mentors, they are like 10 moons at best, theres only 6 moons between them and their apprentices

Someone get Greystripe in therapy

Queens tell boogeyman stories of kit-snatching owls

Again, tree scaling, this time by smallear

Aw cinderpaw, my adhd babie girl

"When you brought them home" girl that was you, you were that kit. I know this is a writing error but i like to think its a mental disconnection due to the trauma of it

God, the "that cat in the forest...was his sister!" Is such a 2009 writing style

Chapter 10

Rip tulipkit, i think your the first of that litter to die

I wonder if fern and ash ever remembered their littermate

I love the difference between cinderpaw's wild bounding and brackenpaw's careful thinking

Awww princess and fireheart bonding is so cute

Chapter 11

Aw i like seeing them mentor, its so cute

Greystripe u kitten

Silverstream!!

"Cant you drown in your own territory" your honor i love her

Haha mischeivous cinderpaw

Chapter 12

Cinderpaw is a good liar confirmed

"Where were you when i was training" asked fireheart, the liar. "I found somewhere quiet to rest" said greystripe, also a liar

I cant tell if tigerclaw really is that observant or firepaw is just the king of overthinking

Brackenpaw's such a nerd i love him

Cinderpaw sweetie your adorable but please dont sneak up on your mentor

Chapter 13

They lost 5 kits to greencough last year, we never get info about them

Still very interesting that each prey has its own stalking technique

Chapter 14

"He was breaking the code by meeting up with another cat" oh really, sound familiar buddy?

Fuck it, im with greystripe, go see your code-breaking girlfriend

Since when the fuck has speckletail had a kit, but also hi mistlekit!!

Chapter 15

Dude your a hypocrite stop yelling at your bestie's girlfriend

But i do like how leader's daughter seems to be an important title

Silverstream's got a point, their love isnt affecting anyone

Ohhh the tabby kit was mistlekit

Ok damn why is dustpaw so aggressive

I wonder how dustpaw feels, technically being the cause behind cinderpaw's injury

Chapter 16

Explicitily described as twisted, noted

Chapter 17

Tigerclaw honestly didnt mean to, huh.

So now theres two kits with whitecough

Oh willowpelt absolutely heard that

Chapter 18

Unfortunately, fireheart, i gotta agree, its frustating watching people react to tragedies and just move on

Chapter 19

You've changed your tune awfully fast, Sandpaw, are we gonna get a reason for that or do we have to guess?

Willowpelt feels like shes covering for her son, but im definitely looking too far into it

These patrols are always longtail, darkstripe, and willowpelt. I know they probably just dont have any other warriors but its suspicious

Chapter 20

Oop, greystripe got sent to his room

Goddamn dustpaw chill out

Chapter 21

Princess honey you cant just spring this on a cat

Oh shes so sweet

Aaaand heres the ooc writing, this doesnt make sense

"It'll be at least 5 moons" would you rather he bring in a 5 moon old kit whos already adjusted to kittypet life?

Ah, there goes elderkit

At least the queens have some compassion

Ah, tom's first panic attack

Chapter 22

Has it been one moon or two? Im not sure

Cinderpaw i still love you

Asha and fern recently stopped nursing, meaning their about a moon old. Only a moon's differemce between them and cloud, then

"With all that white fur" what, like Frostfur? Or Whitestorm? Shut the fuck up, darkstripe

Chapter 23

Yeah, so its been 2 moons since the gorge fight

Deadfoot!!!

Yeah ya'll better shut up, starclan's displeased

Chapter 24

I still dont think fireheart would be this against greystripe's relationship

Ok no yeah fireheart's definitely overthinking this, he was talking about the mossball, dude

Chapter 25

Again! Willowpelt and Darkstripe in the same patrol

I can see Whitestorm being really pissed off at disrespect like this

Tigerclaw really doesnt think before he acts, huh

Good brackenpaw, run boy, run!

Hello brokenstar, you mangy motherfucker

Chapter 26

Spottedleaf's death was six moons ago, though this feels incorrect

Also fireheart, dude, you barely knew her

Kick their ass, frostfur! Kick their ass!

I nearly forgot yellowfang was a warrior before a medicine cat

Pathetic ass brokenstar, wheres your gloating now huh

Eugh can we not have this burden to the clan thing. Like shes allowed to feel like that, but only if the narrative shuts that shit down

Yay whitestorm back at it again being logical

Chapter 27

Yay, sandstorm and dustpelt!

I dont like dustpelt tbh but lets see if he redeems himself

Yeah, yellowfang, you shut that shit down!

Ok damn, greystripe, calm down, i dont even know why your angry anymore

Chapter 28

I might not like incredibly stubborn characters much, but i gotta give it to cloudkit, hes like a moon old and he caught a vole

Ugh i forgot spottedleaf is his messenger

Chapter 29

He just can't get it into his head that he's a hypocrite, huh?

What part of "dont leave the camp unguarded" was missed here, you just took every single warrior with you

Im not as fond as cloudkit as i am with cinder and bracken, but he knows what he wants

Chapter 30

Tigerclaw you arrogant bastard, i still love you though

I didnt see my boy deadfoot, where was he!!

About fuckin time these two reconcile, good god, this could've been sorted chapters ago

My thoughts

Eh, 7/10, a lot of it was just frustrating to read. Im really not a fan of miscommunication tropes or whatever hypocritcal shit was going on between fire and grey. Im also getting really sick of spottedleaf, The cloudkit being brought in scene was bad and weird, and dustpaw's just an asshole.

I liked the mentoring scenes, the apprentices, and yellowfang. I quite like brokenstar and tigerstar, even if their both bastards, and my boy whitestorm is still well written. I like that the queens are good fighters, and how supportive princess is of her brother. We didnt see much of runningwind but im fond of him. They still havent explained why sandstorm warmed up to him so suddenly, but its only book 2

Overall, a bit of a sour one, i definitely prefer the first book, out of the two, and i still think fire and ice should've been the name for the 6th book

#warrior cats #wc #reread #book reactions #fire and ice #the prophecy begins

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The Nina Project. Nina makes me think of Fullmetal Alchemist (both original and Brotherhood) which makes me sad, but also I had a friend with a cat named Nina. Although that cat is probably also dead. Either way, RIP Nina and let’s get started with episode 5.

1.) Yeah, I knew that dude wouldn’t last long enough to tell them how to find Nina. Also, my deepest apologies to Argyle. I think you’re gonna get fired for this. People are super not supposed to die in the back of your delivery van.

2.) I straight up forgot that the other fed was still alive to be threatened.

3.) Okay we’re going back 12 hours. Hey wait, guys. Lmao. I know it’s kind of generic but I find the secret base entrance 1.) hilariously obvious. 2.) looks like the entrance to the underground home in Sims 4 thanks to Strangerville. I can’t remember which came first and I don’t care enough to check. I’m gonna pretend Sims did it first because that’s funnier.

4.) “You built all This?” El, Owens hired people to build all this.

5.) “You’re bigger than Madonna to them.” Eh, fuck Madonna.

6.) Oh, Nina’s a fuckin’ metal thing. And there’s Brenner. BUDDY, THAT’S NOT FEAR. THAT’S ANGER AND HATE. Oh my god I hate Brenner.

7.) Brenner better die, I swear to god.

8.) Actually, Owens can die too since they’re drugging her and recreating a scene from episode 1. But also why was Owens stupid enough to actually reveal Brenner? I hope that shit has a purpose, because otherwise he’s a moron.

9.) “He is not yours to kill.” Okay who is Hopper’s to kill? I guess we’ll find out after they finish dragging him past ominous double doors. Oh nvm, I just remembered the end of season three.

10.) Hey, Hopper. I know you’re mad, but like, Antonov or whatever his name is, is telling the truth. Or at least I think he is. He had no reason to actually want to put himself in danger like that. He does not benefit from being a prisoner.

11.) Oh that dweeb is still getting up into the air.

12.) “I have 3 kids.” Aw. Joyce counted El. <3

13.) Hi, Eddie. You need to be more subtle, my baby boy. I get why he wants a six pack though. And why Max bounced for breakfast.

14.) Ted Wheeler, I hope you die and leave your family a ton of money.

15.) Max is not good at art, but they’re fun. Also can we talk about how everyone is talking super openly around Holly and Ted?

16.) Nancy draws super straight lines. That’s not important, but nice job.

17.) Was cutting El’s hair actually necessary? Joyce should buy her some fun wigs. Like a few different colors. For funsies.

18.) No offense, but I don’t understand people who would fuck Henry Creel. He’s not attractive before his transformation and after his transformation his design is boring and goofy. Like he’s not a fuckable monster.

19.) Truly don’t understand Owens and Brenner working together. Like not to be a fucking dumbass but it seems outside his personality.

20.) THEY ARE NOT BURYING THAT BODY DEEP ENOUGH. Actually, Argyle is losing his mind so probably not a good time to bring this up. Also, people who write Argyle as chill in the face of danger are fucking HILARIOUS to me now. Like how did that get started?

21.) Hey, Netflix. Why are you starting the ‘tender emotional music’ on Will/Mike over them burying a body in the desert? Like I know this conversation warrants it, but maybe cue up the music like 5 seconds later.

22.) Argyle is super not understanding hiding a body. But GOD, it only happened so Mike could notice the pen. But couldn’t the group just talk about how all the dude did was hand over a pen???????

23.) “I can make you rich.” Can you, bud? Oh nvm, you’re lying about Hopper being rich. But also it was a terrible plan even if Hopper had helped. The guard would have demanded money and Hopper doesn’t fucking have it.

24.) Hopper is giving backstory but is also using his tragic backstory (which is tragic) to try to pretend he’s too dangerous to be near. Hopper, ‘everyone I love, I hurt’ is the depression talking. And the PTSD. You are not the curse. Except for in season 3. You were the curse then because you were deeply annoying.

25.) Damn, one backstory and guy I refuse to call Enzo is giving up.

26.) People came to talk to Wayne and see the burgeoning crack in his ceiling. I am glad Wayne is being moved.

27.) This funeral for Chrissy was fast.

28.) Hey how the fuck does that rando know who Eddie’s supplier is and that two old men thought they saw Rick in his house this goddamn morning????????????

29.) Aw damn, why’d you have to break that fucking stained glass. It was nice.

30.) Well, we got a shot of the walkie talkie as the bag was dropped on the floor so that probably is a hint.

31.) Steve has such a bitchy sigh. I love it.

32.) Hell yeah, Joyce. But also lmao Jeremiah the 16 year old fighter is very fast. Yuri < Jeremiah.

33.) “Never mind how” means the show does not want to actually come up with a rationale for how they can suddenly force El to go back to any memory, let alone this specific one.

34.) I understand they needed to use CGI for younger El, but they actually didn’t do a great job in some of those shots.

35.) Oh, they wanna get Susie to figure it out.

36.) Damn, Eddie, you are firmly just bored now. Oh well, not bored anymore. A bunch of douches in tailored suits are here to murder you. Also, bud, did you not close and lock all the doors?????? Why the fuck would he leave it open and unlocked? Also WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘IT’S HIM’? IT’S A STONER’S HOUSE. IT’S LITERALLY THE STONER’S FOOD!!!

37.) Yeah, they couldn’t hear the radio.

38.) Dustin is being a douche and did not answer Steve’s very reasonable question. And also I would also freak out from spiders. ROBIN THT’S SO MEAN.

39.) Second Platonic with a capital P. Still no sign of the word soulmate and I’m starting to wonder if it’s purely fanon.

40.) Steve Harrington is a himbo and I love him.

41.) Lucas is so cute. And Max and Lucas are the only cute het couple amongst the kids.

42.) So far there’s no actual explanation from the show of how there are so many kids with powers. We know how El got hers, but Kali was kidnapped as a child and presumably didn’t get her powers the same way. And I don’t think the rest of these kids were made the same way El was either.

43.) Owens, are you actually surprised Brenner is putting El’s life in danger?

44.) a;lkdsjfaskdjf;all Murray oh my god. You should have just hit Yuri. You’re a black belt in karate, not intimidating.

45.) oh damn plane going down. And Joyce shooting a gun in the cockpit did not help.

46.) Okay Murray is terrible at intimidating but he did get to knock a dude out. Unfortunately.

47.) Murray oh my fucking god. That’s a nat 1 on operating a plane, bud.

48.) I just realized I think they’re doing Digital lighting for these effects of following the lights in the Creel house and BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Rubbish. Swine. BOOOOOOOOO.

49.) This is fully breaking and entering from the boys. But also damn that’s a bad boat and damn piece of shit carver is a good swimmer. And is unhinged.

50.) Yeah, we fucking get it. Vecna is in the upside down attic.

51.) Damn, that death is still goofy as hell.RIP Patrick, your death was hilarious.

52.) I don’t think it’s actually possible to be up and at ‘em that soon after needing to be resuscitated. Even if you do have superpowers.

53.) I hate Brenner so much. El HAS A DAD. IT’S HOPPER.

#stranger things #stranger things rewatch #season 4 episode 5 #s4e5 #stranger things s4e5

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istherewifiinhell · 2 years ago

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#nothing to do no gay people on my phone. did read 29 chapters of orv tho

well. here we are..... 1 calendar year later. 551 chapters later... and. tangent: dang did i really pulverize my phone on some conk crete so close to my bday? well. funny little causes for everything isnt it....

for real tho..... for. a story about how stories help you survive.... im here at work were i started it. to get through the day. and. its been a real fucking treat the whole time....

Extremely scattershot and fledgling ending stuff thoughts [spoiles][oh and also. content. warning of. orv adfhbdaf]

a narrative about. grief. and suicide. and. how we cope. and heal. or dont. in? my min max any% speedrun isekai novel???

holding astronaut yjh by the scruff of the neck. HEY I FOUND HIM. I FOUND THE ORV ASTRONAUT (breaks down about it)

I think. around. kaizenxi i noticed the. allusions to suicide were um. getting increasingly LESS subtle... and. i mean at some point right. the story becomes less about kdj and more. how his family misses him. the entire jttw arc. even. and. its the reveal the closer they get to the goal. the less he. knows what to do with himself.

well and. the way the scope just increases right. if there is a down trodden lost soul in this world. may we dedicate a sentence to them, remember that they are a being and do not deserve their fate. (nameless ones/yoegos esp)

and. the way. right until the very last stuff. no one stays dead. which isnt the same as being unchanged by death. by people being hurt by it. but people come back. (by my regconning 1864 hades and bihyung are the only. MAIN??? character. ally types. to die?? and stay dead.) and it really seemed like kdj might be the next one. FOR A GOOD MINUTE THERE. but hey. hey. maybe a story were. they miracoulous. unfathamable. survive... is the point......

just like. seemingly mavelent forces. the orgin of ss, the author, the outer gods, even 4th wall. just a bunch of ppl trying to surivive. or trying not to loose someone. or lose themselves. etcetc. like.

1863 hsy writting the apocalyse into existence to save 1 person. enduring YEARS of being exhausted and scrambling in the small hours of the night. that dk becoming 4th wall... [dont know where else to put this even but the random webnovel author they get to be one of the orv... publishers... i guess. was also. maybe gonna kill himself. so thats another person saved. just. fyi]

the 999s. EVERYTHING abt them. (kdjs favourite turn did you know that was HIS FAV turn its his favourite.) that kdj could confront kwn cause he know how little he thought of HIMSELF. well hey. flag that huh. cause when they see the poor kid that 'caused' their predictament. well they saw the small kid no one looked out for (well 2 people looked out for didnt they). and all kdjc realises just how bad it was. and all kdj can see is the enemy. gee well i hope kdj having those LITERAL self destructive tendacies wont come up again after the 999s become kid dokja new pta ass parents.

a story that. basically end up saying. hey. you are ONTOLOGICALLY. kinda sorta a least a PART of the main character. (hey no wonder theres such a high percent of kin dokjas.....) where you DREAMING of that world. of those characters. imagining that kinder ending, that unfinished story. thats helps that WORLD survive. that helps that CHARACTER live. for real i did "force"/engineer the circustances that i would be finishing it. AND DOING ALL THIS. at work. well fuck +A proof of concept. stories. we all need em. oh god do we need em. like fucking hell do i need em.

(weakly, like a victorian child with every old timey disease) im back from work what did miss

#some shit #[garages kill the gods playing]#these tags more non spoiler things #if you spotted my up tick in reading! if you clocked that i called it a schedule even....#i wanted to get back inot the swing of things so i was like. okay. do a chapter a day. do 2. sometime march i was like. i could hit 400 #my by birthday... and then. i hit 400 in march. i think. so i was lke. okay. 450. 500 even. until #i realised i could FINISH. by today. its been like. ~5 chaps a day for. uh. idk however long.#and i was reading that other book on libby so that was ANOTHER deline. well. there was a reason i had to put the comics aside for a bit #BUT I DID IT LOL. SO #[stares at the wall for a very long time]#orv blogging

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angelasscribbles · 2 years ago

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Eidolon Chapter 2: Whispers

Series: Eidolon

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: None right now, busy being haunted

Rating: MA

Warnings: HORROR

Word Count: 2,203

My other stuff: Master List.

“All I’m saying is they discover a skeleton in the wall and that same night Neville dies in the same room! Tell me that’s a coincidence!”

“It’s a coincidence, Max, calm down.” Drake sat back in his chair with a sigh. Max had always been the high strung one of the group.

“Are we sure it wasn’t drugs?” Tariq asked as he reached for the butter to spread liberally over the flakey golden roll in his hand. “Neville was fond of his cocaine you know.”

“There!” Drake gestured in Tariq’s direction as he looked at Max, “Logical and the most likely explanation!”

“But why is that wall even there?” Liam asked.

“What?” Drake’s head swung in his direction.

“I’m not saying it’s connected to Neville; I’m just wondering why that wall was even built. The other three walls are just the original stone, right? Then on this one side there’s a random brick wall. There’s no purpose for that wall other than to hide her body, right?”

Drake blinked at his best friend, “Her? How do you know the skeleton is female?”

“I….don’t.”

“Oh. My. God!” Max’s eyes got big, “Someone murdered her and hid her body in that wall and now she wants revenge!”

“He or she, whatever it is, has been dead for centuries, Max.” Drake told him, “It isn’t getting revenge for anything. Neville’s death is not connected!”

“He was probably high and wandered down the wrong hallway, that’s all.” Tariq agreed, “Then when he had the heart attack, or whatever, no one was nearby to hear him if he called out for help.”

Drake nodded as he reached for his iced tea, “That makes all the sense in the world. Neville has done more drugs than Ozzy Osbourne.”

Liam fidgeted with his napkin, “Do you think she was dead before she went into the wall, or do you think she was bricked up alive? That would be a horrible way to die!”

“Jesus, Li!” Drake said. “Why are you being so morbid?”

Max looked like he might faint, “Oh God, she definitely wants revenge!”

“On whom?” Tariq asked in amazement, “Whoever did it has also been dead for centuries!”

“Ghosts don’t use logic, Tariq!” Max argued, “We’re all fair game!”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts, Max!” Drake waived down the waiter, “Anyone else want dessert?”

“Oh, yes, please!” Tariq replied, “What do they have today?”

The four lifelong friends were sitting in the formal dining room of the palace. Since Liam had become crown prince and not just the spare, they had less latitude in where they could meet for their weekly luncheon.

They used to be able to meet in private dinning rooms at upscale restaurants or even sneak into the occasional casual dinning facility in subtle disguises, with appropriate guards and a low profile. Since Leo had left that had all changed. Liam had instructed the group to continue lunches without him, but the other three men were unwilling to abandon their friend so now they met at the palace every Wednesday for lunch. Max called it their hump day lunch date.

They had grown up together then attended university together. After graduation, Liam and Tariq had gone on to graduate studies at separate universities, Drake had joined the military and Max had taken two years to travel the world, citing the need to find himself and stating that self discovery was the greatest journey. They had kept in touch after going their separate ways but face time calls and occasional weekends in Monaco weren’t the same, so once they all ended up back in the capital, they made a pact to carve out time for each other. The weekly lunch date was nonnegotiable.

Max shook his head, “How can you eat like there’s not a homicidal ghost running around the palace-oh! Is that tiramisu?”

“You want some, Li?” Drake asked.

“Sure.” Liam answered absentmindedly, his mind still dwelling on the fate of the skeleton in the wall. How it got there, why it was put there. He shivered, sure that he could feel her suffering. Feel her torment.

Why he was convinced it was a woman, he didn’t know. Other than the fact that he had heard her voice. But that was ridiculous, wasn’t it? He’d had a lot of bourbon the night before. He’d either hallucinated that or misheard some of the servants talking. Of course, they hadn’t answered when he’d called out, they had probably been afraid of getting in trouble for being loud in the hallways after hours.

Still, it had seemed so real, the sound of a woman’s voice calling his name. He pulled out his phone and swiped open his email, checking for updates from the medical examiner. There weren’t any yet.

“It wasn’t my fault!”

Liam’s head snapped up and he looked wildly around the table. There was no woman anywhere in sight and no one else seemed to notice anything, yet he had clearly heard a woman’s voice.

Drake noticed Liam’s expression, “Everything ok, Li?”

“You…you don’t hear that?” Liam asked as his head swiveled from one of his friends to the next.

“Shit! It’s the ghost, isn’t it?” Max’s eyes got big.

“There’s no such thing as ghosts, Max!” Drake admonished him again.

“Hear what?” Tariq asked.

“It sounds like a woman….crying.” Liam sounded distressed.

“Ghosts cry?” Max asked with genuine curiosity.

Drake sighed and muttered under his breath, “God give me strength!”

“Never mind, it’s nothing!” Liam brushed it off, “I think my ears are ringing. Maybe I’m coming down with a cold or something.”

He wasn’t coming down with a cold, but he wanted everyone to stop staring at him like he’d lost his mind. He knew what he’d heard. But clearly he was the only one that had heard it.

“You should ask Liv for some her homemade cold medicine.” Drake told him, “I swear to God, that shit cured the flu for me last winter!”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, Drake. I’ll do that.”

As if she had been summoned by Drake’s words, Olivia appeared at Liam’s side, “Hey guys.” She took the seat next to Liam and gave him an appraising look.

“Hey, Liv. What’s up?” Liam squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. Why was she looking at him like that?

“Nothing with me. What about you? How did you sleep last night?”

“Fine.” He lied. The nightcap she’d given him had knocked him out but his sleep, and his dreams, had been troubled. He shifted awkwardly in his chair. Liv had never made him nervous before but the penetrating gaze she had fixed him with convinced him she could see right into his soul.

“He has a cold.” Drake supplied, “He might need some of that homemade cold medicine of yours.”

Olivia’s eyes darted to Drake then back to Liam, “Really? Why didn’t you say something?”

“It’s nothing, Liv, just a little ringing in my ears, that’s all.”

“You sure that’s all?” She asked.

“I’m sure.” He lied again.

“Alright. I’ll stop by your room tonight with some cold medicine. It’ll knock out anything that’s trying to take hold of you.” She nodded her head then turned to the other men at the table and made small talk while stealing half of Drake’s dessert.

“I can have them bring you your own, you know.” He told her.

“Nah, I’m good.” She said as she took another forkful of his tiramisu.

He pushed his plate over to her with a shake of his head. She’d been stealing his dessert since they were five years old. “How come you never take Liam’s food, huh Liv?”

“She does!” Liam protested, “All the damn time!”

Olivia laughed, “Big babies!”

“What are you doing at the palace, Lady Olivia?” Tariq asked.

Tariq was the only one of the group to address her formally. Max was convinced it was because he liked her, but the one time he’d tried to play matchmaker, Olivia had threatened his life, so he had given up on that particular endeavor. He had learned not to cross Liv when they were eight years old and she chased him up a tree. He’d been stuck up there for thirty minutes until Drake had heard him screaming and come to his rescue.

“Yeah, Liv. What are you still doing here?” Liam asked curiously.

Olivia had grown up at the palace and it wasn’t unusual for her to be there, the room she had occupied growing up was still maintained for her personal use. But she had been spending more and more time in Lythikos over the last few years.

Liv shrugged dismissively as she lifted the fork to her mouth, ��Just hanging out, catching up with some of the girls.”

“Seriously?” Drake’s mouth fell open, “I didn’t think you liked any of the girls!”

“I have friends, Drake.”

“Name one.”

Liv opened her mouth, but Drake interrupted her, “Name one that isn’t sitting at this table!”

“And isn’t Savs or Leo!” Liam added.

“You know what?” Liv stood up as she wiped her mouth with the linen napkin, “Fuck you both. I have better shit to do than sit here and be abused by you two assholes.”

“Lady Olivia.” Tariq stood and gave her a little bow.

“Lord Lambros.” She inclined her head, then turned to Liam, “I’ll see you tonight.”

Liam watched her walk away then looked at Drake, “What is up with her lately?”

“Fuck if I know.” Drake said as he pushed away from the table, “But I have an hour blocked off at the shooting range in about fifteen minutes, so I’ll see you guys later!”

“Poker on Friday?” Tariq asked hopefully.

“If I’m not too busy with work.” Drake replied.

“If he doesn’t have a date he means.” Max smirked.

“Not my fault you fuckers are all lame.” Drake laughed as he walked away.

“We are not lame.” Tariq huffed, “Are we?”

“Nah. We’re cool. Like, super cool.” Max assured him, “Right, Li?”

“The coolest.” Liam agreed, “But I have to get back to work now.”

Liam was lying. He did have work and he did need to get back to it, but he detoured to the old throne room.

“Just checking up on things.” Liam said as he sauntered over to the foreman, “How’s it going in here?”

“It’s going just fine, Your Majesty.” The foreman told him, “The wall is almost completely demolished, as you can see. We’re brining in a bunch of dehumidifiers tomorrow to dry out the floor, then we’ll mechanically remove any residue, then we’ll clean it up and polish it.”

“And the foundation?” Liam asked.

“Is fine. Which is weird. There’s no evidence the water came up through the floor. There’s no plumbing anywhere near here and the ground around the palace stays pretty dry and always has. It’s almost like someone filled this room with water for some reason. Which is crazy, huh?”

“Yes.” Liam agreed, “It is strange.”

He surveyed the room, the damp stone floor and the pile of rubble that had been a wall. Once the debris was cleared, all four walls would match again, just the original, bare stone. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as a chill crawled down his spine.

He could feel her.

Liam turned quickly to look behind him, his eyes scanning the room. There was nothing to see. His eyes tracked across the exposed beams of the ceiling, down the rough-hewn stone walls, and swept over the thrones on their raised dais. Nothing was amiss. Nothing was out of place.

Everything was wrong.

Every nerve in his body was on high alert, the air crackled with some sort of energy, real, tangible, material. There was nothing to see, but he was feeling more than he’d ever felt in his life. He resisted the urge to reach his hand out, convinced there was something tactile in the air around him, palpable, just a fraction of an inch the other side of visible.

“Is everything ok, Your Majesty?”

Liam’s attention snapped back to the foreman, “Yes, fine, thank you. Just coming down with a bit of a cold. I’ll let you get back to work. Thank you for the update.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

That night, something moved through the darkness of the old throne room, slithering across the floor, something a shade or two darker than the dark, moving over wet stone, gliding through the deserted chamber, calling out. It was hungry. So hungry.

Liam was woken the next morning by someone pounding on the door. He drug himself to the door and cracked it open, “What?”

Drake was standing in the hallway, fully dressed in his guardsman uniform. Liam knew it was Drake’s first day back to work after a few days off, but he was confused as to why he was at his door before breakfast. It was too damn early, and Liam had tossed and turned all night. Even after drinking Olivia’s cold medicine.

Drake took in his best friend’s appearance. Liam was standing in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms, his hair tousled, cowlick standing straight up. “Get dressed Your Majesty, we have another dead body.”

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starryexposures · 2 years ago

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Memories Happening Again

Summary: Unexpected confessions after the battle under lovers’ lake. Takes place in S4, 1.3K Words, Inspired by two songs: Happening Again by Katherine Li & Memories by Conan Grey

Oh my God, I think it’s happening again. You feel your stomach twist at the realization. The sound of your banging heart clouds your thoughts as you reach for the lump forming in your throat. Your feet were begging you, crying out load for you to run. But your body wouldn’t budge.

Until recently, the interactions between Steve Harrington and yourself were few and far between. It was the summer before your senior year when you two first met, being introduced to each other by the six teenagers who happened to frequent your father’s music shop. You still remember when Max had dragged you along to the mall – claiming that Scoops Ahoy had the best strawberry ice cream in the world. From that day onward, you’d began looking for Steve Harrington in every single room you were in, the habit only getting more persistent as your time spent together saving Hawkins meshed your opposing lives into one. The tendency was subtle at first, but every time you looked at his smile you fell deeper.

You had saved Steve that summer, in more ways than one, taking care of his bruises and swollen limbs as the massive fire burned down Starcourt mall. There was a blip after that, were time had stopped and life had given you the chance to let your walls down just enough for Steve to get inside. Soon the boy was permanently engrained in your mind. He was late nights of sharing music, orange popsicles by the pool, almost kisses on the fourth of July, and the smell of pine trees.

But as the universe would have it, Steve Harrington soon became Heidi’s, and then Linda’s, and you think he may still be Nancy’s. Either way, you swore that you’d never let your walls down again.

That was three months ago.

Steve called out your name again, waving a hand in front of your glazed eyes, offering a tired smile.

Oh, his smile.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” Steve whispered. His hand reached for yours, bring it away from your now agitated throat. The red marks left from your nervous thumb started to become dangerously close to the marks the boy bore on his neck from the demobats.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to remain steady. You invited Steve into your home, only now taking notice of the light rain that began to appear. The interaction was silent for a long time. Steve making his way onto your kitchen counter as you pulled out the first aid kit from under the sink, practicing a shared routine. Your hands worked familiarly, grazing the bare skin of his lower stomach, applying pressure on the wound. Steve’s pained whimpers echoed in the otherwise empty house. The kitchen light illuminated his sweat, bringing attention to the grime of the upside down. It seemed that it had become a part of Steve’s skin, a light sheen remaining even after you’ve cleaned him off.

“Are the others okay?” You mustered out, moving towards the injuries on his neck. There was a mutual understanding, something had come back into Hawkins to haunt your friends, and there was no doubt that Steve had decided to face it head on again.

“Yeah,” the hero breathed, tired from his fight under lovers’ lake. “Are you okay?” He asked again.

His fair fell out of its shape, a curl hovering his eyes as you looked at him. You felt exposed, like he could read right past your stoic demeanor. “I’m fine,” You lied, looking away, knowing the grit in your teeth would be a dead giveaway. You strode upstairs without another thought, leaving Steve with no choice but to trail behind you. Your hands worked busily, rummaging through your drawers for some clean clothes and a distraction. Only the former could be found. With a sigh you tossed Steve a clean shirt and a pair of sweatpants, you kept your eyes unfocused and away from him as he undressed. “I just thought of a stupid memory.” You muttered, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

“I know it has been a couple months since we last hung out,” Steve admitted. He stepped in front you now in clean clothes, standing awkwardly by your bedframe. “I should’ve told you about all of this earlier, I’m sorry.”

The shake of your head took Steve by surprise. He took notice of how you continued to avoid his gaze, lips scrunching together in confliction. You were never one to shy away from the truth.

“That’s not what I meant, Steve,” you exasperated the months of agitation filling your lungs, “It’s just your hair,” you accused pointing at him with an unexpected burst of outrage. “And your brown eyes, and the way you show up to my door step all charming and smiling even when you were just strangled by God knows what.” The words in your mouth spilled out bitter, working faster than your logic. “And its so frustrating, I wish you would stay locked up in my memories because I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”

“More of what?” Steve asked, concern lacing through his body, all the pain from before being replaced with worry.

“It’s stupid,” You shook you head again, hands placed on your hips as you began pacing. The floor was suddenly the only thing that you can bring yourself to look at, “I thought we had something,” You confessed. “The nights you were drunk in my kitchen, the mornings we spent chasing sunrises. I don’t have much experience being in love, but I thought that was it.” Your breath was heavy, mind still trying to play catchup with your heart. “I can’t be friends with you. No, not when I’m in love with you.” Your epiphany hit you hard, crippling the part of your soul that clung onto all things good. You fought back your tears as they threatened to fall and choke out your last breath.

“Take that back.” Steve commanded, his glassy eyes matching yours.

“Steve don’t make this more difficult than – ” Your words had finally stopped. Meeting the interruption of the boy’s lips. The tips of your fingers instinctively made their way into the mess of his hair, softly seeping through its ends.

Oh, his hair.

It was foolish for you to think that keeping your distance would make the yearning dull. You knew definitively now that you’d never be able to get over Steve Harrington, especially not after this kiss.

The sound of rain swelled through the walls, keeping the two of you safe in the humid bubble of your bedroom. Then there it was again, that blip you felt last summer. Time paused as you two broke apart, breathing heavy into each other’s lips.

The scent of you was overwhelming, Steve couldn’t get the smell of jasmine away from his thoughts. He took you in, your expression confused and curious. He wished that it didn’t take being tortured by Russians and going through Watergate for him to get close to you. If it was up to Steve, he would have wanted to be brought into your life instead. Maybe on a brisk fall day, maybe in the cassette section of your dad’s music store, maybe Max could have introduced him to the pretty girl who worked behind the counter that alway had the best song recommendations.

Because Steve noticed you more than you may believe. You were shared laughter during movie nights, cherry-stained lips, nervous glances thrown across every room, and, most importantly, you were his. But all he knew how to do was come to your door during his darkest moments, hoping for some relief. Taking comfort in your care and the warmth of your welcome.

Very stupid indeed.

“Please don’t get over me.” Steve begged, desperation in his eyes as he held onto you tightly as if you were seconds from slipping away. He knew that he didn’t deserve you, knew that being scared of losing you was no excuse for how he’s been acting lately, but God if he lost you.

Your breathing steadied, taking in the new found air. His words were like a glass of water on a hot day. “I couldn’t even if I tried,” your voice was quiet, honesty oozing from your lips, “And I’ve tried.”

Steve’s lips found yours again, unspoken promises being made as your bodies muddled together on top of the softness of your bed. The pink bedsheets hugged the two of you, making you feel safe and assured. As you two slowed down after a night of heighted emotions and unforeseen confessions, you knew, with upmost most certainty this time, that this was going to happen again.

And you couldn’t wait.

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sergiovinazzi · 3 years ago

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Stolen - Lando Norris x Reader (Chapter Two)

2.9k words, rated E for everyone :)

Lando’s voice, amplified by the TV speakers, echoes around the humming Red Bull garage. “I’m fine but I’ve been better. I can say that I’m not in perfect condition, I’m not gonna lie. Some work to do mentally of course. I talk about that a lot, and mental health and mental strength is very important. I’ve not been sleeping that great and so on… not ideal and I’m feeling a bit sore, but I’m not the guy in the worst position after Wembley. I’ll work on it, I’ll make sure I’m in the best shape possible, and I feel like I can still go out and focus on what I need to do, and that’s the main thing.”

Your mind races as you listen to the boy plastered across the many screens revisit his experience at Wembley. He sounds awful; something about his cadence making it even more obvious that he is really, truly shaken up. The wavering pitch, awkward pausing, fumbling for words; everything about the way he presents himself is serving as a brutal reminder that being physically unscathed is no indicator that harm was not dealt. Even as the interview moves past the topic of last week’s Euro Final, you notice the shift in demeanor and your heart aches. You worry that bringing the watch to him is a bad idea, that it could prompt unbidden memories and disquieting feelings. You understand how big of an event Silverstone is from your dad’s tangents alone, especially for an English team with an English driver, so you reevaluate whether your decision to come was selfish, one made solely to alleviate your own sentiments of guilt rather than to verily right your believed wrongdoings.

On the journey to Silverstone, your dad had made multiple attempts at lessening your stress, even opting for variations of the if he steps out of line I will put him right back in his place father speech. Unfortunately fruitless, your father’s attempts mean you remain just as anxious as when you had first discovered that you managed to obtain a stolen wristwatch.

You’re not sure whether it’s the crisp morning air or your nerves that sends chills across your flesh, but your attempt to ground yourself subtly doesn’t go unnoticed by your dad as he passes you in the garage.

“Time is ticking,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips. “No pun intended.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to downplay your apprehension, but your voice gives away any and all signs of the false confidence you hope to portray. “Can you do it for me?” you plead.

“I can’t just stroll on over to the McLaren garage without an invitation or proper reason, especially not a couple hours before free practice starts. It doesn’t look good.”

“It’s not like me walking in there instead would look any better,” you retort, gesturing to the Red Bull logo plastered across the chest of your black polo. “Your branding isn’t what I would call subtle.”

“Look, the McLaren team are a good sort. They’ll help you out if you just explain the issue and show them the watch. I’m sure Lando will understand too, he seems like a pretty nice bloke,” your dad reassures you.

Sighing, your eyes meet the floor, fingers intertwined with each other as you fidget incessantly. Before you can speak up in further defiance, however, an additional set of footsteps grow nearer and you freeze at the voice which speaks up.

“Christian, how much longer until our media slot?”

You lose your breath momentarily, locking your gaze onto your shoes as you wait for the person to pass by.

“About five minutes, Max,” your dad replies. “We were just about to head over.”

When you hear the footsteps grow fainter, you risk looking up, thankfully being met with only the observance of your father. You don’t even realize that you’ve tensed your body until your dad points it out.

“Relax,” he says. “He’s not going to say anything here, especially not on a race weekend.”

Nodding, you feel your shoulders ease up but you remain quiet.

“Anyways, like I said, our media briefing and interviews start soon and we’re after McLaren this weekend so they should already be back in their garage,” he says, realizing that you still appear troubled by the task ahead of you. “I promise you, everything will be fine. Just go over there and I’ll meet you back here when we’re done. The quicker you head over, the quicker you’re done with it and we can all move on." With that, your dad walks away and you reluctantly leave the Red Bull garage, adjusting your shirt as you straighten up.

You take a brief glance at your phone, turning it off after you try one last time to keep the picture of the boy imprinted in your mind. Eyes darting rapidly, you attempt to scan the paddock for anyone looking remotely like him while you make your way towards the bright orange and blue indicators of the McLaren garage.

The frequency of orange-clad individuals grows the further you stray from the safety of Red Bull’s garage, and you feel your heartbeat begin to increase. Worried that someone would stop you before you could approach the one person you had traveled all the way to Silverstone for in the first place, you quicken your pace.

You’re mere meters away when you spot him. Pushing past a few people while trying to keep your eyes trained on him, you watch as he turns around to talk briefly with the woman next to him.

Huffing, you muster up the little confidence you have and tap him on the shoulder.

His confusion is evident and the blonde woman next to him does not look pleased to have been interrupted. The silence is palpable as they stare at you, expecting an explanation for the abrupt ending of their conversation.

“Hi,” is all you can deliver. You’re at a loss for words while the woman next to him seems to lose what little patience she has with you. Everything you had rehearsed beforehand, gone. Your mind is foggy and your mouth feels dry as you try to compose yourself. “Um, can I talk to you for a second? It won’t be long, I promise.” Your voice breaks at the end and you wish you had never agreed to get on that stupid red-eye to Silverstone in the first place.

Lando offers a look of sympathy and then turns to the woman next to him. “Charlotte, could you just give us a second?”

Pursing her lips and turning on her heel, the woman walks away, heading towards the mouth of the McLaren garage. She’s far enough away that you’re out of earshot, but close enough that you feel her gaze linger as Lando turns back to face you.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he tells you with a smile. “We can take a picture if you want or I can sign some stuff for you.”

“What? No.” You shake your head, mentally slapping your palm against your forehead and forcing yourself to get a grip. Idiot. “Fuck, sorry, that sounded so rude! It’s just-” you rush to explain.

“Oh no, it’s okay!” he stammers. “I should’ve guessed from the Red Bull shirt anway.”

You both share an awkward laugh before you compose yourself and reach a shaky hand into your bag.

“This is going to sound so weird, but I was online shopping for a new watch the other day because I lost mine, and I’m pretty sure I bought the one that was stolen from you. I didn’t know anything about it, I swear. I just...well, here,” you say, offering the watch and its temporary box to Lando.

He looks at you, taking the box only to go wide-eyed at the contents inside.

“I have all the information that I was able to get, but the ad was taken off of eBay and I really wanted to do the right thing and give it back to you. Please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, earning a few looks from people passing by and catching Charlotte’s attention once more. “Sorry, sorry. How did you get this?”

Amused, you laugh quietly while he studies the watch intently. “That was my dad’s reaction too. Basically there was a listing for it on eBay and it was sort of an impulse buy,” you explain. “I didn’t see the news coverage of what happened until afterwards and I felt awful. I’m really sorry you had to go through that, I genuinely had no idea.”

Shrugging, he plays it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” It’s hard to miss his sudden change in attitude from the interview you watched moments ago and you can’t help but wonder whether he has your or the watch’s presence to thank.

There is a brief moment of silence between you both before he continues. “How much did you pay for it?”

“It was so cheap, honestly,” you say. “Nothing compared to the original price, I’m sure.”

Charlotte, alerted by Lando’s attention-grabbing reaction to being reunited by his watch, returns to where the two of you are standing. “Oh wow, did you find a replacement watch for him?” she asks you, clearly impressed by the apparent likeness.

“No, Charlotte”, he corrects her. “It’s my one. Look.” He hands the watch to his PR manager, who receives it so gently you think she’s afraid it might shatter in her hands. Flipping the watch between her fingers, she studies the small engraving on the underside of the face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

Lando nods. “It’s the exact date it was given to me, there’s no way anyone else could know that and make a copy of it.”

You feel the need to justify yourself to her. “It was listed online and I bought it before I knew anything about the situation. I didn’t even really know who Lando was until I saw what happened on the news, I swear.” You anticipate her anger or disapproval, preparing yourself to withstand the lecture you’re about to receive and mentally promising that, as soon as it’s over, you can run back to your dad and tell him you just want to go home.

But it doesn’t come.

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaims. “We all thought we’d never see it again and you found it on accident.” The smile she gives you sets your mind at ease. “Technically, this is a police matter now, so I’ll have to hand it over to the right people, but this helps us tremendously. Did you get any information about the seller?”

You explain the situation to her, about how the listing was taken offline but you have a printout of the messages and address the seller gave you, which you hand her from your bag. She lets you know that someone may get in touch soon to ask questions but not to worry, that it’s only a formality. Eventually, she asks if you’d like to watch free practice from a spot in the mobile hospitality unit, but you politely decline, explaining that you needed to get back to your dad in the Red Bull garage instead.

Charlotte smiles fondly at Lando and presses the brim of his cap down over his eyes. “Come on, you, we have to go and get ready now anyway.”

He takes off his hat, cheeks flushing as he makes an effort to quickly brush the curls lining his forehead, placing it back on and dismissing Charlotte with a wave of his hand. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Once the two of you are alone, he pulls out his phone. “Do you have Venmo? I’ll pay you back, it’s not fair that you had to waste your money.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Lando seems unconvinced. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s all good.”

“Well,” he continues awkwardly. “I have to go, but are you here for the whole weekend or...?”

You shake your head. “Just today. I’m not into Formula 1, I find it a little bit boring.”

“Seriously?! The fastest cars in the world and you’re calling it boring? Why even come to something like Silverstone if it’s so boring?” he feigns offense, doing air quotes as he imitates your apparent disdain for the sport.

Laughing quietly, you shrug. “I have family at Red Bull, so it was basically just luck and convenience that you were in the U.K. this weekend,” you clarify. “I don’t really understand Formula 1, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it’s not for everyone I suppose,” Lando replies. “So who in your family works at Red–” The end of his question is drowned out by the sound of his name called by an evidently disgruntled, impatient engineer.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, I’ve really gotta go, but, um,” he exhales with a nervous laugh. “I still feel like I need to repay you in some way. Do you want to go get a drink after the race on Sunday? I’m busy for the next few days but Sunday night I’ll be free. Only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.”

You laugh, appreciative that the nervousness was shared. “That– Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll give you my number.”

He types your details into his phone before apologizing once more, thanking you again, and rushing off into the garage.

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On Sunday, you let your dad believe he’s the one who convinced you to stay for the entire race weekend, but it’s the promise of Lando’s company later that night and the endearing text messages on your phone that prompts the desire to see this weekend through. You had spent the previous nights on your phone, going through driver and team Instagram accounts, as well as the F1 website, to get an idea of what to expect. Typically, it would pain you to look through motorsport news pages, especially with so many of the reports centering around Max and his vie for the championship as of late, but you manage.

You notice almost immediately while settling into your spot at the back of the garage that the energy does not match your own. You are enthusiastic and eager, while the rest of the team is stressed and rushes around you. Presumably, it’s because race day impacts their livelihoods and paycheks whereas it only dictates your family’s dinner topics, but, nevertheless, your excitement refuses to simmer.

Unfortunately, if it was weird for you to be seen at the McLaren garage before the first free practice, it would be infinitely more suspicious for you to be lingering around on race day, so you were not able to catch Lando at all since your initial meeting on Friday. However, you made sure to message him good luck beforehand, to which he thanked you and expressed excitement for your upcoming night.

“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll be on the pitwall,” your dad says, snapping you out of your whirring mind. He notices your obscure behavior, quick to comment on it. “Is it weird? Being here after so long?”

You nod, shrugging. “Unusual, for sure. So much has changed since the last time I came and watched, but I’m excited, though.”

“Well, it’s always good to have you here.”

Reciprocating your dad’s grin, you silently send him on his way. He exits quickly and leaves you to your own devices. Though, your own devices look to consist of impatiently waiting for the race to start and scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Ironically, your boredom with pre-race antics appears to create quite the dichotomy against the chaos exuding from the garage you find yourself encompassed in.

Regardless, your attention is regained when frequent cuts are made to the drivers in their cars, and you recognise that the race will be starting soon. You are temporarily startled when the cars begin moving without hearing an official announcement, but quickly realisee that it is merely a formation lap and no one else around you seems to be paying all too much mind to it.

When the cars return to their positions on the grid, you watch eagerly as the lights flash and the announcers begin yelling. You keep your eyes trained on the orange car towards the front of the grid, watching Lando so intently that you almost miss what happens to the cars in front of him.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the events unfold: the Red Bull car out front collides with what you identify as a Mercedes, spinning and slamming into the barrier. Gasps chorus across the garage as the screens replay slowed clips of the crash as an announcement states that the safety car has been deployed. They replay it from every conceivable angle, your astonishment at the severity is present upon your first viewing, but it’s only after the sixth clip that it clicks in your head that the person in the car is Max.

“For the second time this season, Hamilton and Verstappen clash and tangle on the opening lap, but, this time, it is ending in dramatic consequences for the championship leader.”

If you had perceived the pre-race behavior in the garage as chaotic, this was a whole new level of absurdity.

People rush around you while orders are shouted and frustrations are verbalised.

Your dad is angry.

The last time you recall him behaving like this was when your younger sister had broken the wine glasses he had bought for your mother on their honeymoon. You, however, ignore his yelling and remain encapsulated by the TV, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the events unfolding finally, finally register in your brain.

Car number 33 is in the wall and out of the race, and your ex-boyfriend is inside, silent and unmoving.

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cornley-amateur-drama-society · 9 days ago

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Oh my god, I also was thinking about damsel in distress!Chris when I wrote that last bit a;dlkfja;sdljf

I think that there are two ways it could go down, and by “it” I mean the cast getting him the FUCK out of dodge.

(Under a read more because I am the way I am)

Scenario A (Or, Suck Up and Hope It Works)

This method involves several key cast mates: Vanessa, Sandra, and Jonathan.

I'll start first, though, with why the other's didn't get picked.

Robert is, well, self-explanatory. His blasting the news of his and Celia's affair (and I choose to believe it was an affair, though one that Robert had been misled into thinking that Celia and Raymond were separated) on the radio for the whole nation… Yeah… He's out for this.

Dennis is out because I think that Celia and Raymond would have such strong conflicting feelings about him. On the one hand, they know how poorly Dennis acts on stage when it comes to his lines and cues, and so they see Chris helping him (staying after rehearsals, meeting up on the weekends, etc. back when they were younger and Chris was still at home full-time) as, awfully, a charitable thing that their only son is doing.

Look at him, helping this dreadful actor in a going-nowhere play. It's truly only because of our parenting that Chris could be so kind and patient. ← Raymond and Celia Bean being themselves and hubristic

But on the other hand, they see him as not worth Chris' time and talent. The more their son has to help him, the less time their son can work on his lines. Why does Chris even bother doing this, spending time with the sorry boy?

They see Dennis as both something to pity, but also something that grates against the very cores of their beings.

So, because of that, he's out.

Max is out because I cannot picture him seeing how Chris is treated, the subtle barbs and guilt-tripping, and not lashing out.

I have a headcanon that the Bennett family is very large, and so Max has a lot of cousins that are both close to his age and more like siblings to him. And he saw how one of his favorite cousins was being treated by her fiancé-at-the-time, so's he, uh. Ended it. The engagement. Forcibly.

I think that he's one of those people that is totally chill and go with the flow until they're not.

He would go off on Chris' parents with a very personal tone, and it would quickly get out of hand.

Trevor is the same, except he would be hostile from the moment he stepped foot on their property.

He's seen how Chris acts around his father, he's seen the way that he tenses at the sound of his mother going, “Chris, dear, this is acceptable, but…”

Trevor would be there ready to fight and take Chris out of the house forcibly.

Annie is the same.

Listen. I was stage crew for several years. You don't work backstage and not be ready to throw down at a moment's notice.

Now for the people who do get to go.

I believe in my mind and soul and heart and bones that Vanessa grew up in a similar environment to Chris.

Same middle-class upbringing where appearance is nearly everything, and accomplishments make up for what appearances may lack.

Vanessa's issues with her parents, however, are firmly with the fact that her Nan lived with them throughout Nessa's teenage years.

And Nana Margery was not a woman who lived through the War for nothing. Her words were cruel, coated in a veneer of advice. Her eye was discerning, picking out the slightest misstep, the slightest wrong breath at the wrong moment.

And Vanessa's parents?

Nana Margery was her Dad's Mum. He, though the “man of the house”, couldn't kerb his Mother's tongue.

And Vanessa's Mum was constantly working during this time for the very same reasons Vanessa hated her Nan.

But, Vanessa is an actress. She may have stage fright and trouble with improvising, but she can smile politely and say the right things and butter people up with the best of them.

She not only knows the battlefield to come, but she grew up in it. If she can do anything for Chris, it's this.

Sandra was chosen also due to her acting skills.

She didn't grow up in the same situation, but she knows how to improvise, how to pivot on a pinpoint, how to make a situation work for her (for the most part).

And she's got grit. She knows that Vanessa isn't unconfident, but she also knows that this situation is different from some random critic in the paper or coming up to them on the street.

So Sandra volunteers to go with Vanessa. She will refuse to be cowed by Celia's guilt-tripping comments, Raymond's snide remarks.

And Jonathan. He's chosen because he's so forgettable.

He is the cast's assurance that Chris will get out of Celia and Raymond's house.

While Sandra and Vanessa distract his parents, Jono is grabbing the overnight bag (that turned into an overweeks bag) and getting Chris to pack his things away.

He's getting Chris down the stairs and out the door, which he has Chris open for him.

(You know, given his history and all.)

Jono gets Chris in the car, his rucksack in the boot, and then is rejoining the group nonchalantly.

Oh dear, he'll say, faux worry in his voice.

I apologise for stepping out for so long. I was phoned by my ex, you see, and I have to leave to pick up my daughter from school.

He'll frown slightly, a lemon twist to his mouth, and look apologetically to Celia and Raymond, who are trying to cover their surprise at his presence. They had forgotten that the two women had another person in their party.

He'll shake Raymond's hand, perhaps slightly more firmly than he ought, and give the barest shake to Celia's hand, hating how limp it is. (He's not going to bow over it, fuck that noise.)

Well, we must be off now. I don't want to keep my little girl waiting, and I was these two lovely women's impromptu chauffeur.

And with a light chuckle, the three of them see themselves out, saying No, we insist, Mrs. Bean. Celia, of course. You shouldn't have to worry over seeing us out when Mr. Bean, Raymond, yes, I apologise. You shouldn't worry over seeing us out while Raymond needs you with him. Oh, to one day have a marriage like that.

Light smiles drop the moment they're no longer facing the Beans.

If Max and I ever become like that, hit us with your cars.

Gladly. Gods, that was awful… I nearly lost it on her, how she talked about Chris…

Who is currently in the car, so if you'd like to walk just the slightest bit faster so we can leave, that would be helpful.

Sandra sits up front in the passenger seat. Jonathan drives, and Vanessa is in the back, both of Chris' hands clutching onto hers.

She's doing the same, knuckles turning white. They both have a distance in their eyes, a certain vagueness to their expression, that Sandra and Jonathan just turn on the Satnav and make for Robert and Dennis' flat.

Sandra will get her chance to comfort Chris later.

Once the anger slowly rears its head in his ice-cold veins.

She will get the chance to curse his parents to the Ninth Circle of Hell and back, with Chris smiling quietly next to her. Both of them holding onto their own shite wine coolers because that's all that was in the flat.

(Trevor and Max are on an alcohol run. Dennis and Robert are sitting on either side of Vanessa, their presences grounding her. Jonathan is angrily making biscuits for them to eat. An interesting moment for nearly everyone to find out that he's a stress baker.)

(Annie shows up with takeaway Chinese, enough to feed an army, so that the group has something in their stomachs while they get pissed. If she snips the bags holding the food open a little too aggressively? Well, perhaps traffic was shite.)

(She walked to the restaurant. It's the opposite corner to the Grove-Tyde flat.)

nauseating thought for the day but how bad do you think the fallout would've been for chris if raymond had gotten injured on the set of the pilot (not the pilot)

#chris bean #cads #beanfam #celia bean #raymond bean #vanessa wilcock wynn carroway #sandra wilkinson #jonathan harris #robert grove #dennis tyde #max bennett #trevor watson #hi sorry i went off #chris getting to have catharsis through his friends his cast mates his *real family* means the world to me #annie twilloil #also i just loved writing the dialog while jono was excusing the three of them and also when they were seeing themselves out #very entertaining for me a;ldkjf;aksd

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faeryloki · 4 years ago

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𝘢/𝘯 ➸ imma be re-writing my fics that arent in thsi layout, and changing it up, so i will be re-posting very slowly

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the warm beams of the sun illuminated his face as he slept, his eyelashes curling perfectly as his nose flared with every breath. his chest rising and falling in an even pace, a small smile on your face as his eyes fluttered open, a groan emitting from his throat at his awakening, his hand coming up to rub away the tiredness from his state.

“hiya, chrissy,” you whispered, adjusting to rest your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

“i thought i told you not to call me that?” he yawned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he looked down at you, eyes filled with adoration.

“you did,” you replied, moving out of his arms reluctantly, and sitting up, “but we both know i never listen.”

his chest vibrated as he chuckled, sitting up and moving behind you as you sat at the edge of the bed, his arms wrapping around you as you looked at him through the mirror, sighing as he kissed your shoulder. his bright eyes meeting yours as he smirked, his arm coming to hang around your shoulder, wrapping around your neck and pulling you to him as you squirmed in your spot.

“what, baby? what’s got ya squirmin’?” his fingers grazed the other side of your neck, his arm applying a slight pressure to your throat as you let out a small moan in satisfaction as your eyes fluttered shut, leaning your head back against him.

“is it my arm, baby? you want my arm wrapped around your pretty throat? choking you?” he teased, pulling you onto his lap as his arm wrapped around your throat loosely, his other hand snaking its way in between your thighs and pulling them apart, “look how pretty you are, darlin’, come on, be a good girl for daddy and look at our reflection, baby.”

you opened your eyes, meeting his electric blue ones and whimpering. his fingers grazing your covered cunt, a shiver running down your spin, his lips leaving kisses to your exposed shoulder as he stroked you up and down, teasing you.

“p-please daddy, want your fingers,” you breathed, trying to grind yourself into his hand.

“no no, baby, you take what daddy gives you, and i’m gonna give you what you want, but you gotta be patient, okay? be patient and daddy will let this pretty little pussy cream all over his fingers, got it, sweetheart?” he ended his words with a small spank to your dripping cunt, pushing up your hips to pull of your panties as he smirked, his arm tightening the slightest bit at his actions.

“fuck, honey, you’re practically dripping, whats got you this wet, baby? barely even touched you.”

you whimpered, eyes fluttering closed again as he ran his middle finger through your soaked folds. he circled your clit, feeling his smirk as you let out a moan, his thick finger pressing into your entrance. the euphoric feeling of his digits working you was always something you’d never get used to, the curl of his fingers hitting that spot perfectly, always managing to bring you to the edge and keep you there for as long as he’d like. it was something else,

“look baby, look at the mirror and tell me what you see,” his voice broke you out of your bliss-fueled thoughts, your eyes heavy as you pried them open meeting his gaze which locked onto yours already. his eyes flickered down to your heat, yours following after as you moaned, seeing his long fingers pump in and out of you, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“tell me what you see, baby, wanna know what you see,” his voice was silk and low, the slightest rasp breaking the sweet tone of his voice as he spoke.

you parted your lips, only whimpers and moans coming out as you tried to speak, “d-daddy- fuck- p-please.”

“tell me, baby, tell daddy what you see,” he encouraged, never breaking his gaze from your expression as he sucked small hickeys into your neck under his arm which tightened slightly, words getting caught in your throat as you moaned loudly, the bliss of his actions fogging your mind.

“I’m waiting, baby,” his fingers worked faster, smirking into your neck as you tried to voice what he wanted.

“i- fuck- i see you. please, daddy, i’m so close, please,” whines left your throat as you felt him slow down into a consistent pace, one that could keep you on edge for hours at a time and, oh god, has it done that.

“what else, baby, you tell me what you see and i’ll let this pretty pussy cum all over my fingers, okay? just tell me what you see,” his fingers traced the side of your neck, small kisses were being left onto your shoulder.

“i see- fuck- i see your hand b-between my thighs, daddy. they’re making me feel so good- making me wanna cum so bad, daddy, please,” you moaned, hips bucking into his hand for him to let you release that tightening frustration that sat in the pit of your stomach, only growing more and more as he continued.

“keep going, baby, imma make you cum so good, just keep going, sweetheart,” his eyes dark as they stared at your writing figure, wanting nothing more but to take you right then and there, but he restrained himself, focusing on making you feel good.

you reluctantly continued, trying to hurry up so he could make you cum, wanting nothing more than to finally cum around his fingers, “daddy~ i see- i see you wearing y-your favorite- fuck- your favorite tank top. i- i see your arm wr-wrapped around my- fuck- my throat, love your arm ‘round my throat, daddy.”

“good girl, such a good girl for me….wanna know what i see?” he asked, your head instantly nodding, “me owning you and this sweet little pussy.”

he ended his words with a curl of his fingers, hitting that sweet spot as you cried out, pleading to cum.

“cum, baby, coat my fingers with your cream,” he said, finally letting you release, your hips bucking into his hand, as the warmth of your pleasure coursed through you, your muscles tensing as he he continued his movements, helping you ride out your orgasm as moans and cries of his name left your lips, you could hear him talking, but your mind couldn’t the process the words as ringing was heard through your ears. your heart beating as your chest heaved.

“fuck, sweetheart, sound so pretty when you cum,” he praised, heat rising to your cheeks as his arm moved form its spot on your neck to pet your hair, “should make this pretty pussy cum on my cock.”

a mewl left your throat at his words, the thought of his thick length filling you up invaded your mind, the vein that sat on the underside of his long member always bringing you to see stars.

“you want that, baby? you want daddy’s cock?” he smirked as you nodded, moving you flush against his chest as his hand came in between your thighs, tugging at his shorts and pulling them off, fisting his cock as he continued, “do you, sweetheart? gonna have to say it, can’t understand you when you’re so cum drunk, baby.”

“y-yes, daddy, please,” whines left your lips as he lifted you up, holding you in the air by his thigh, just enough to slip his cock out and tease your entrance, the feeling of his warm pre-cum smearing against your dripping lips, whimpers leaving your mouth as he pushed in.

“fuck, doll, it’s like you’ve never even taken my cock,” he groaned out, moving in short small thrust, teasing you.

“daddyyyy,” you whined, “please, want your cock, please.”

“you do, baby? couldn’t tell,” he joked, thrusting up in a slow motion before he bottomed out, moaning at the feeling of your warm and wet pussy around him, “fuck, sweetheart, so tight, might need to start fucking this cute little pussy more often.”

you moaned as you slowly pulled out, the head of his cock barely filling you before he made a sharp and hard thrust up, handing coming up to your throat and applying pressure. you felt him hit hard and deep as he continued his thrusts, moans getting caught in your throat as you clawed at his fore arm, the pressure building up as you pleaded, “d-daddy, please- fuck me harder, please.”

“want more, baby? want daddy fucking you so hard you see stars?” he grunted, stopping his movements as you whined at the sudden action, “dont worry, baby, daddy’s gonna make you see fucking pluto.”

he pulled you off of him, moving so you were on your hands and knees as he kneeled behind you, rubbing the tip of his length against your needy folds. slamming into you as you moaned loudly, sure that your neighbors on the other side of your apartment wall heard you.

your back arced unwillingly, his hand coming to your hair and pulling you up, the new position making you dizzy with lust and pleasure as he fucked you, smirking into your shoulder as he left hickeys.

“gonna look so pretty all fucked out and marked up, baby,” his pace never faltered, your release just in reach as he snaked his hand around you, rubbing your clit, “gonna cum, baby? gonna make a mess on my cock?”

“y-yes, fuck daddy, please, wanna make- fuck- wanna make a mess all over your cock,” you pleaded, moaning with every thrust as he continued, the familiar tension in your stomach built up to the max.

“do it then, baby. be the good little cock slut i know you are and cum all over daddy’s cock,” he smirked, voice cocky as he relentlessly pounded into you. he knew only he could make you feel this good, his pride always swelling up when he saw your blissed face, whether it was caused from his fingers, mouth, or cock, it was his favorite thing. and, oh god, did he love it when you would squirm, begging him to stop making you cum.

“daddy!” you screamed, your orgasm flooding your body as he kept thrusting. you saw white, as you slumped in his arms, his fingers still rubbing your clit as he kept thrusting, letting you ride out your pleasure before pulling out and laying you down on your back as he moved between your thighs, realizing he didn’t cum as his breath fanned your now cum soaked lips, “n-no daddy, why didn’t you cum.”

he chuckled at your small pout on your lips, “because, sweetheart, daddy’s gonna make you cum with his mouth before he splits this tight little pussy in two.”

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