#oof these run-on sentences.

[drawnecromancy]

Heads up, Seven up !

Wahoo, thanks for the tag @nettleandthorne :D

Tagging : @isabellebissonrouthier, @the-stray-storyteller, @jezifster, and open tag ! Go wild !

Let me... grab the WIP. And translate under the cut. Because it's still in french. lmfao. this SHOULD be 7 sentences if I can count some of them r just insanely long/unclear because this is not edited at all.

Et elle allait le laisser faire, parce qu'il la payait, parce qu'elle ne voulait pas lâcher ce semblant de normalité qu'elle avait arraché à la vie. Même si cela risquait de coûter celle de la duchesse, comme cela avait coûté celle de la famille des jeunes qu'elle considérait presque comme la sienne maintenant, comme il lui en coûtait à chaque fois qu'elle se laissait aller à réfléchir. Elle était couarde. Et malgré la charge de travail qu'elle s'imposait pour oublier, malgré ses doutes sur la possibilité de faire confiance au vampire, malgré ce qu'elle savait de ce que lui et Anne orchestraient, elle était incapable de se raisonner assez pour partir et le laisser se débrouiller tout seul, ou bien avouer toute la vérité à Anne, à quiconque, avant de disparaître. Elle rendait toujours visite à Hélianthe, il semblait toujours heureux de la voir même s'il sentait une nouvelle réserve dans la façon dont elle lui adressait la parole, alors même qu'elle partageait encore son lit de temps en temps. A croire que, lorsqu'elle était avec le vampire, elle était sous l'emprise d'un sort. Possibilité bien réelle qu'elle tentait constamment d'oublier.

And she was going to let him do it, because he was paying her, because she was unwilling to let go of this semblance of normalcy she'd ripped away from life. Despite the fact that it could cost the duchess', despite that it had cost the families' of the teenagers she now almost considered to be hers, despite that it was costing her any time she let herself reflect upon it. She was a coward. And despite the amount of work she forced herself to do to forget, despite her doubts about the possibility of trusting the vampire, despite what she knew of his and Anne's plans, she was incapable of reasoning herself enough to just leave and let him figure this out alone, or to tell the entire truth to Anne, to anyone, before disappearing. She still visited Hélianthe, he still seemed happy to see her even though he felt her more reserved whenever she was speaking to him, even as she still shared his bed from time to time. Almost as if, when she was near the vampire, she was under a spell. A definitely real possibility that she constantly tried to forget.

[moonalumi]

getting fucked by ellie in every position all during one round <33

bc fucking ellie in only one position is not enough when she looks so hot n is so good, always

warnings- horndog ellie, strap on sex (r receiving), eating out ( r receiving), scissoring/ tribbing, dom!ellie, sub!reader, sub!ellie for like one sec, rough messy sex like rrly messy, manhandling, squirting, breeding kink, degrading names slut, bitch, ellie calls strap her dick like once

this is actually filthy so like read at your own risk

innocent couch cuddling sesh; that’s it right? no, never with ellie. not with her hands skimming up and down your body. well, it was lovingly at first but her fingertips getting more and more grabby the longer she caress your curves. turning your chin, she kisses you. kisses you reallllll good. lips sucking in your bottom lip, tongue asking for permission to be let in. saliva covering your mouths. that kind of kiss that ellie knows gets you right where she wants you. under her.

“gnna put it in babe okay?” ellie asks, her breath fanning your neck as her tip slips into you.

“shut up just hurry” you mumble as you take ahold of her strap and push it inside you. ellie smirks at your desperation and the little moans you let out as she pushes deeper and deeper until her tip hits your cervix.

sighing contently at the feeling of just being full of her. that’s until she pulls out and rubs at your clit with her thumb.

“ellieee go back in pleaseee puh lease, inside!” you whine, inching your hips closer to her.

“i know i know, just wanna make sure she’s ready” ellie then spreads your folds and before you know it, strings of her spit are running down, collecting at your hole.

a whine of her name and ohmygod… ellie thrusts back into you, roughly grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting them up to your chest. that whine of her name turns into a scream at the sudden intrusion. your body jerking up and up at each slam of her hips that’s digging her strap inside you.

“ugh uah mmm el- lie… tooo de-ep” you can barely form a sentence, she’s just going so fast all you can focus on is how she’s in and out in and out.

“you feel me in your tummy? ohmf fuckkk l-look babe”

ellie guides your chin down to look at the imprint of her strap bulging out from inside you. that sight alone causes your eyes to roll back, head hitting the seat of the couch as you lay back again and your back to arch.

the rougher ellie slams into you, the more you get pushed up the couch until your head hits the jagged wooden arm rests of it. head hitting it over and over again as she thrusts in.

“owww oof el…”

“yeah…y-yeah shut up take it take it” she mutters through her thrusts.

“ellie!” you have to sit up and yell to get her attention. confused eyes scanning your face until she sees you rubbing your head.

“oh shit m’sorry baby” a quick peck to your forehead and she’s now kneeling on the floor, flipping you over and bending you over the couch. your face all smushed in the pillows of it.

she’s quick to push back into you again and pound you as she pleases without your complaining; or so she thought because the endless muffled whines and begs asking her to slow down or that she’s too deep just causes her to grip your ass and force you to meet her thrusts.

“thought you wanted it now your complaining it’s too much? just take it, know you can.”

“oh goddd elll… mmhp ellie ellie ellie”

that’s all you can muster up. brain going blank and all you can say is her name. all you can feel is her filling you. the only sounds in the room being the constant smack smack smack of your skins hitting, the sound of your pussy squelching, and of course the sound of heavy breaths, moans, and ellie muttering filth in your ears as always.

“filling this pussy up, you feel that? gonna get you fucking pregnant….what a slut i betchu like that��

“say my name bitch, let everyone know who’s fucking you right now”

“taking care of her so well i can hear ‘er…godamn you’re so wet, just love getting fucked like this don’t you?”

tears threatening to spill down your eyes, choked moans at every particular harsh slam to your cervix.

ellie’s thrusts stutter and lose rhythm n she’s grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of her as she lays back on the floor. strong hands bouncing you up and down on that strap.

loud moans fall from your lips at the sudden change of positions again, you hold onto her skinny but muscular thighs for leverage. digging your nails into them.

“shit babe—ohh nnnghm fuck! you’re never this loud”

you can even put enough thoughts together in your brain to answer her. just mindlessly fucking yourself onto ellie. n she’s just as fucked out as you are. needy hands gripping and smacking your ass as it jiggles all in front of her eyes. those eyes that roll back as the base of the strap rubs against her throbbing clit.

“ride it baby just like that… mm fuck me” ellie’s voice turning whinier by the second. she notices your bouncing slowing down and she lifts you up n practically slams you back on the couch. she’s just manhandling and throwing you around wherever she wants at this point.

spreading your legs and putting them on her shoulders; shes back inside you. thrusting even more ferociously. those sloppy wet lips of hers kissing and licking up and down your neck, jaw, everywhere she can reach. her groans and breaths getting louder and louder. even letting out a little whimper here and there.

“i love you so much” you breathlessly whisper, shaky arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer.

ellie’s lips find yours, capturing them in a tongue filled messy kiss. your moans seeping into the kiss as she trys to burry herself deeper; if that’s even possible, if she had balls she’s actually be balls deep.

but els always finds a way. she pulls away from the kiss and forcefully lifts your hips up and off the cushions.

“i love you more, mmpf shittt take this dick” holding you up, she fucks you like her life depended on it.

“ohmygod e-llieee” you moan and push on her lower stomach to get her to pull out some inches just a bit. that’s until she hits that spot and you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure every sense of yours just shuts down and all you can feel is those bolts of pleasure running down your body and hit your clit.

back arching into her, legs shaking on her shoulder n you’re gushing and covering her strap with your cum.

ellie’s own orgasm approaching but she just can’t get there. frustrated, she throws her strap off herself and fucks her clit against yours. all during your high so instead of creaming all over her dick you cover her pussy in your slick.

“baby baby mmm i’m gnna cum—” couple more circles around your clit and her hips are jerking, face scrunching up in that cute orgasm face she always puts on, n her pretty moans and whines are spilling from her agape jaw.

with your eyes fuzzy you watch as she coats your cunt with her babies. ellie falls ontop of you; your sweaty tired bodies resting for a moment til—

“hold’up m’not done—gotta clean you up” you don’t even process what she said or what’s she’s doing until you feel her tongue against your sensitive clit.

you gasp and squirm away, but she chases after you, following wherever you move like her mouth is actually attached to your cunt.

“no no els it’s too—mm!” you shriek at the feeling of her sucking your clit in n tongue moving in circles. it rrly is all too much you can feel every little movement and groove of her tongue. you attempt to push her head away but she latches her arms around your thighs and moves her head side to side. her eyes squeezing shut at the taste of you and her combined.

you squeeze around her head n lift up off the couch again, squirming every which way to escape that mouth of hers. even pulling her hair and roughly pushing her head away isn’t getting her off.

“m’not stopping til you cum again if you really want me to stop say the safeword” she mumbles all muffled into your pussy then continue her attacks.

“i cant cum ellie! it’s too muchhh” you whine but ohh her tongue pushing in you and her lil button nose rubbing your clit has got you over the edge again so quickly.

instead of pushing her away you push her face deeper into you. tugging on her hair as spurts of squirt dribble from your pussy all over her lips and chin.

ellie moaning into your folds and finally detaching herself and wiping her face clean with the back of her hand.

“m’sorry love i couldn’t help myself” ellie mutters as she lays and nuzzles her face in the crook of your neck. pulling a blanket over you two.

“it’s okay” you whisper while catching your breath, “it just hurts now, n it’s so wet i feel dirty”

“well take a bath together babe just- can we lay here for a bit..m’so tired” ellie’s voice trailing lower.

“that’s your fault you put me in like 7 different position all in ten minutes” you say giggling and kissing her forehead.

“mmph shut up” ellie whines and stuffs her face in your neck. she’s just so cute you can help but kiss her all over her face <33

[saeist]

“set me up with rin”

you slammed your hands against the hard wood table. scaring the shit out of shidou and aiku

“jesus fuck!” shidou puts a hand on his chest

“feisty. i like it!” aiku reacts, doing a little finger gun

“you didn’t say the magic word” sae murmurs, completely unbothered by your whole ruckus. you could say he’s used to it at this point

your eyes widened hearing sae’s response. did he finally agree to help you out?

“pretty please” you bat your eyelashes at your best friend, who wasn’t even looking at you by the way. he was currently reading something off what seems to be the latest edition of a sports magazine

sae silently flips the magazine onto the next page before looking at you dead in the eye. you watch his mouth open, ready to hear a certain sentence you’ve been wanting to hear for the past few weeks

“no.” he says flatly before turning his attention back to the magazine

both shidou and aiku break into boisterous laughter. only to be silenced by the librarian

“shh!” the librarian shushes. “one more ruckus from your table and i’m kicking the four of you out!” she whisper-yells, typing away on her computer

you dramatically slide into the seat next to sae, leaning on his shoulder as you reach over to tug his hand

“sae c’mon! you know i like him! so do me a favor as your favorite friend and set me up with your cute little brother” you cried out, tugging on his hand again and again

sae clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches his hand back

“that’s exactly why i won’t set you up with him” sae grimaces

“and that is?!”

“that you like my little brother” sae says casually. closing the damned magazine and tossing it to shidou who was busy laughing at something on his phone with aiku

“that’s barely a reason” you point out, “would it kill you to help your friend that's desperate for a lover?" you add, dramatically falling limp onto his lap

sae pinches the bridge of his nose in sheer annoyance. he's heard of this dramatic monologue of yours for a hot minute. ever since he introduced you to his brother, you have not shut up about him since.

it was a mistake on sae's end. he shouldn't have brought you, along with shidou and aiku along for dinner back at his place but it was his mom who pestered him into bringing you guys over for dinner as his mother wanted to meet who sae's friends at college were

"i didn't know y/n-chan was into younger men" shidou quips, poking your nose as you glared daggers at his face

"rin is just like a year younger than sae, let alone me" you retort

"point still stands, y/n-chan" aiku chimes in a sing-song voice, "why do you like him anyway and not the hotter, better and wiser older brother here?" he continues

you dreamily sigh, still on sae's lap as you think about rin

"well first of all, he's a cutie. second, he gives me tsundere vibes but then again, his brother right here is the same kind so i'm pretty sure it runs in the family and... i guess that's about it" you list off the nice things you can say about rin from the top of your head, "no offense sae, i think you're hot and all but just not my type" you poke your tongue at your best friend who only flicks your forehead in retaliation

"that's it?" shidou asks, feeling a little anti climactic about the whole thing. to him it sounded like you had a good reasons on why you were crushing hard on the other itoshi

"oh! and the fact that he's 6'1" you clasp your hands together, "and also that he's trying so hard to be the star player at our local college team and i find it really cute" you gush

"he obviously doesn't have a choice but to try and beat his hotter and better older brother. right, rin?" sae nudges someone beside him.

wait a second, did he just call out to rin?

you quickly scramble off sae's lap, bumping your head against the table in the process

both aiku and shidou let out an "oof, that's gotta hurt" making you more embarrassed than you already are. you glared at them for a brief second before turning your head to the side to see rin looking all confused and to be honest, a little weirded out

"hey rin. what brings you here?" you sweetly wave at the younger itoshi in front of you.

from the corner of your eye, you can see sae rolling his eyes and mumbling "dumbass" under his breath. before you can smack sae, rin speaks up

"my brother" rin nods his head towards sae who only gives him a look of annoyance before motioning him to spit out whatever he came for

"coach says there's been a change of plans regarding the away games and wants to have a team meeting later at the field" rin reports all stoic

sae huffs, "you couldn't just texted me this information or?"

"you blocked my number, remember?" rin rolls his eyes, gripping on his sling bag.

you let out a little gasp and smacked sae on his shoulder upon hearing the news that your best friend has blocked his little brother's number.

"sae! why would you block your brother?!" you nag, wagging your finger in front of sae's face. sae swats your hand away before he attempts to grab rin for pushing him under the bus like that when you're around

"anyway, that's all. also, mom wants you home for dinner. bye guys, bye y/n" rin shyly waves at you before he trudges away out of the library, away from his brother's impending wrath

as rin disappears from sight, suddenly an idea pops into your mind. it's just a simple favor. the next time you see him, you'll ask rin for his help, and maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something more.

"that little runt.. he's gonna get it from me" sae hisses, pulling out his phone to probably unblock rin now that you know that he got his brother blocked. sae looks over at your face in case you were about to yell his ear off but instead he was greeted with a little smile on your face

oh no. he knows that devious smile of yours

"my dearest beloved sae.. put in a good word for me to rin, would ya?" you wink

[pure-smut]

adrenaline.

featuring: Togame Jo x f!reader

contains: fighting, blood, established relationship, public s*x, creampie, Togame is a bit feral

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

word count: 1.4k

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Togame Jo is the sleepiest, most relaxed boyfriend you’ve ever had.

You’ve been together for six months and it took you a while to get used to his slower pace, his long drawl, his delayed responses. But now you love it – you love that he gives you a second to think clearly before you speak or lets you breathe before a spiral.

You’re used to seeing him pad around your apartment in nothing but sweatpants, slung low to expose the cut of muscle on his hips. You’ll never get bored of watching him, his sleepy yawns and stretches, the muscles in his back moving hypnotically. And when he climbs back into bed, pressing languid kisses against your lips, his hips stirring as he grinds into you, you know you could happily stay at this pace forever.

It takes another two months before you see a different side to Togame.

You’re walking home hand-in-hand from the cinema. It was a late showing and most of the street is crowded with boisterous party-goers, drunk men standing in clumps outside of the pubs and bars.

It used to make you nervous, walking this late at night, but Togame’s large presence next to you is reassuring. You know he’s second-in-command at Shishitoren so the rational side of your brain assumes he knows how to fight, how to defend himself and other people. But it’s at odds with the Togame you know, who wears a lazy grin and takes an additional five seconds to register a sentence. So you clutch his hand a little tighter.

A group of men stare at you as you walk past. You can feel their eyes like lasers on you, despite keeping your own gaze firmly ahead. They’re not Shishitoren, not wearing the signature yellow jackets, so you’re already unsettled by their looks.

Don’t say anything, you chant inside your head, as if they can hear you. Please don’t say anything.

“Hey, sexy!” one of them calls, his friends laughing and whistling.

You grimace, stepping closer to Togame.

“Hey, I’m talkin’ to you!” he calls again and some of the others join in.

“We just wanna talk, baby!”

“Leave that scrub behind and come over here!”

You try to keep walking, keep ignoring them, but Togame stops still. When you look up at him, the smile you know so well is gone from his face. He’s staring back at the men with hard green eyes, his jaw set, as they continue to catcall.

“Jo…”

Togame looks back down at you, his face softening. He points at a nearby alleyway, empty of people.

“Go wait over there for me, sweetheart,” he says. “You don’t need to see.”

You nervously glance between him and the group of men. There’s at least six of them.

“Will you be okay?” you ask, gripping his hand. He gives you a grin, a sliver of the old Togame returning.

“Yeah,” he says and his voice is solid.

With a last squeeze of his hand, you scurry over to the alleyway. Even as you hurry away, you hear one of the men laugh, “What’re you gonna do against six of-”. He’s cut off by a sickening crunch. You turn into the alleyway, eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard.

You’re too scared to look but all you can hear is a symphony of yelps and cries, “oof!” and “aah!” and the sound of glass breaking. You only chance a peek when you hear the scuffle of several feet and see the group of men running away, screaming.

Your mouth drops open to see Togame standing there, not even out of breath.

“Jo…?” you squeak.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He crosses the street to meet you in the alleyway, pulling you deeper inside. “It’s okay.”

Togame reaches out for you and you see the blood on his knuckles, the skin torn away. You suck in a breath at the sight of it and Togame tips his hands, facing them palm up so you don’t have to see.

Your eyes meet his. There’s a mark high on his cheekbone where someone landed a hit but he’s otherwise untouched. You breathe out a sigh of relief and step into his arms.

Togame wraps you in a bear hug, his hand cradling the back of your head.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” he whispers. “I’ll always be okay.”

You pull back slightly to look at him. Now you’re closer, you can see the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes. His pupils are blown out and there’s something about him that looks… intense.

Togame dips his head to kiss you and it’s not his usual lazy pace. This time he kisses you hard, his tongue invading your mouth and his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. He hugs you tighter, holding you flush to his body, and it’s then you feel the bulge he’s harbouring.

Togame pulls you deeper into the alleyway, into the shadows, and presses you against the wall. He’s breathing hard, his hands grabbing at you, pushing under your skirt to tug your panties down.

You’re pretty sure no one can see you here, cloaked in darkness, but you can hear the buzz of the crowd only a few feet away. It doesn’t seem to bother Togame who’s already grabbing your thigh to lift it, spreading your legs.

“Jo?” Your voice is tentative, unsure, but when Togame dips his fingers between your folds, he finds you already slick.

“I need this,” he breathes. “I need you.”

As soon as you nod, Togame starts sucking rough kisses against your neck. His movements are frantic, desperate, as he tugs his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. You only have a second to feel his fat mushroom tip nudging past your lips before he presses inside you, stretching your ill-prepped hole.

You cry out and Togame claps a hand over your mouth, silencing you. His other hand is under your ass, holding you up as he slides deeper inside you. He wastes no time, not giving you a moment to adjust before he starts to pump in and out of you.

“Stay quiet for me, baby, okay?” he says hoarsely in your ear.

You nod and he lets his hand fall away from your face, pressing his lips against yours instead. His cock drags against yours walls so deliciously and every slam sends a jolt from your clit through your body. You gasp into his mouth to stop from moaning.

Togame tips his head back, eyes closed and face twisted in pleasure. You feel so hot, so wet, so fucking good. He likes to take his time with you, to savour you properly, but not right now. Right now, he needs to fuck, needs to take you hard and fast and dirty.

Adrenaline courses through his veins from the fight and he takes it out on your pussy.

Feral, you think as he tips forward to grunt against your neck. Animalistic.

His cock rubs against all the right spots inside you. That, combined with being forced to stay quiet and the ruckus of the public only feet away, fills you with a thrill. Togame is taking you, needing you so badly he can’t wait for home. He needs you now. The thought only urges you towards an orgasm, your walls clamping down around him.

“That’s it, baby, milk my cock,” Togame groans as he feels your slick pussy squeeze him. “Take my load like a good girl, yeah?”

You whimper quietly, holding tight onto Togame to stop from crying out as a wave of pleasure consumes you. Your thighs tighten around him, your forehead on his shoulder as you cream silently on his cock.

Togame’s movements start to stutter, his breathing turning ragged in your ear. He bites his bottom lip so hard he tastes blood, burying his cock in you. You feel him cum, a hot, sticky flood inside you as Togame grunts softly. He gives a few more shallow pumps before pulling free.

Togame lets his head fall forward on your shoulder, breathing hard.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I just really needed that.”

“It’s okay, Jo.” You press soft kisses against his temple. “I didn’t mind.”

Togame gives you his usual grin, his eyes soft again. You reach up to kiss him, feeling his languid pace return.

“But,” you say, matching his grin. “I might start hanging around after your fights more often.”

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Winter Comfort (🌶️)

Wolf!Natasha x Reader

The weather predictions weren’t looking good for the entire upper east coast. The forecast was a winter blizzard would be making its way through and the Westview sanctuary was right in the blizzard’s path.

You and Natasha worked hard to fortify the sanctuary and your apartment from the coming storm.

“We should all stay at my apartment, Natasha” you told your girlfriend only for Yelena to interrupt.

“What about my cave? It’s roomy, open aired and I literally just answered my own question” Natasha huffs, “fine. But I want cuddles and a James Bond film”

“Deal” you answer with a smile.

“You two lovebirds can stay at your apartment,” the blond wolf chimed, “I am going to wait out the storm with Kate Bishop”

“I feel terrible for Kate” Natasha smirked. “Putting up with you? Oof”

Yelena rolled her eyes and jumped into her jeep, driving off to meet up with her best friend.

You and your wolf girlfriend got the hybrids all comfortable and the place well heated. The back up generator was good to go.

And with that, the sanctuary was fortified and ready for the storm. You and Natasha went back to your apartment.

You and Natasha cooked dinner, danced to a few favorite songs and then found yourselves curled up on your couch watching a classic James Bond movie.

“You always known how to treat me” Natasha giggles as she lays in your arms. She begins grinding her hips against yours. It was slow and steady, if it wasn’t for proximity, you wouldn’t have noticed. But you did.

“Are you w-warm enough, baby?” You tried to form a proper sentence but her little repeating action was putting your mind on the Fritz.

“I’m still a little cold” she purrs against your chest, “maybe you can warm me up”

She just keeps nuzzling you, breathing in your scent, rubbing her arms all over your chest, her legs sliding against yours. Her tail gently teasing your thighs.

“Natasha” you tried to say thru a mixture of giggles and a growing blush.

“Hmm? What is it, malysh?” She asked, batting her eyes playfully at you. Her eyes however held a certain amount of mischief.

“Y-You know what you’re doing to me”

She nuzzles you, her tail now swaying at you seductively. “Do I? Or are you reading between the lines?”

You rub her lower back reassuringly, placing little kisses to her lips, “Is this what you want?”

She kisses you right back, purring in your ear, “i want you. plain and simple, malysh”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” your wolf hybrid girl giggles before kissing you again.

“What about the movie?”

She runs her hands under your shirt, “I’ve seen the Spy Who Loved Me a hundred times already”

And with that you pick her up and carry her to your bedroom. She wraps her legs around your waist, holding onto you and giggling. Her reddish tail swishing side to side happily.

You lay her down gently on your bed, kissing her neck, caressing her so tenderly.

“I can’t believe it” you whisper against her ear.

“Me neither.” Natasha giggles, “our first time and we’re doing it in the middle of a snowstorm”

“There’s that,” you shrug, “but I just can’t believe how lucky I am to be love with my best friend”

Natasha gazes into your eyes with pure love and adoration, her voice comes out a little pleading but also a little giddy too, “just take me already you romantic goof!”

You help her out of her thermals as she tries to claw you out of yours. The two of you kiss and tumble over your bed, lost in the all consuming, all encompassing feelings of love.

Despite her earlier energy levels, your first time was gentle and loving. Natasha didn’t want to take her eyes off you while you just were in awe of the way her eyes showed every bit of love and joy. You wanted this time to be about her, while she wanted it to be about you.

Her claws gently scratched down your back as the euphoric bliss washed over her. Her breathing became a series of desperate little panting sounds, “(Y/N)! My love!…” after that her voice became a series of loving, joyful phrases whispered in the Russian language. You knew a few words so you knew she was experiencing an immense amount of pleasure and joy, she was practically a mess in your arms.

Her little moans, the way she giggles and gasps. All of it just made you fall more and more in love with her. Her pleads, her panting voice, it all made you want to strive to make her feel it more and more. She was your ecstasy, your love, your wolf girl.

“Natasha,” the way you said in her name made her bite her lip happily. She wanted to hear you say it more often.

The two of you collapsed against one another a happy mess, sharing a gentle, loving laugh with each other. Natasha’s reddish curls covered her face and a bit of yours. Your honey wolf wrapped her entire body around you like a contented sloth on a branch. Her tail swished happy and content under the covers of your bed.

“Hmm…by the gods I love you” she said with a little content sigh on her lips.

“I love you” you whispered back, just wanting nothing more to do than hold her in your arms for all eternity.

“Sounds like the storm is starting to clear up” Natasha commented.

“I’m still a little cold” you joked, earning a giggle from your wolf paramour.

“We got time”

You kiss her tenderly, “all the time in the world, my love”

Her tail wagged happily in response. How did you go this long without her in your arms before?

Yes the weather outside was frightful but laying there in the comfort of your bed with your loving redheaded wolf girl was so delightful.

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[dontopenfairies]

“Do you need to go pee, baby?”

He wiggles on her lap. He swears she never called him this many pet names before. Now it’s baby, honeypie, sweetheart, every other sentence.

“Y-yeah…a little.” He’s lying. It’s a lot.

“Do you want to go at the same time?” She sinks into the couch a little, pulling him closer. “Okay, I’m going.”

He lets himself relax into the diaper, chewing on his fingers, eyes half-closed.

“I’m going to stop and hold it,” she says. He sits up straight and tries to do the same, concentrating hard. “Aww, your cute little focus face. Are you having trouble stopping?” She pulls him towards her again, patting his back.

“I don’t get how you just do that,” he says quietly.

“Haha, you can’t hold it at all once you start peeing your diaper? You’re such a little baby,” she says, rubbing his back. He’s still peeing, but the stream is letting up now.

“Stoppp-uh,” he whines.

“A whiny little baby,” she says, squeezing her arms right around him and rolling him over, pushing him into the couch cushions. She giggles at the surprised look on his face. “You didn’t touch yourself while I was gone, did you?”

“Uh-uh,” he says, holding up his fingers like Scout’s Honor.

“Wow, you are *whipped*. I’m so glad you’re my little diaper boy, now.” She runs her fingers under his chin. “Okay, I still have to finish peeing.” She pushes herself up and straddles his chest, diaper inches from his face, and lets go.

“Maira,” he whines.

“What, is this gross? Is this grossing you out?” She sits down, hard, on his chest, and he lets out an involuntary ‘oof’. She reaches an arm behind her, cupping his crotch. “Orrrrr…is it getting you hot? Huh? Huh?” She leans towards him, hands on his shoulders, gently pinning him down.

“Get off me, you’re heavy,” he says, trying to sit up and struggling.

“Okay,” she says, laughing again, and stands up. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

“No, I do, I…” He looks up at her.

“You’re so pathetic, aw. So cute. Can I get on top of you, again? I’ll be gentler this time.”

He nods slowly.

She straddles him again, and then slowly moves down his body, lifting up his shirt and kissing his tummy. Finally she makes it down between his legs.

“Oh my, you’re wet,” she says, undoing his fly and pulling his pants down. “I’m surprised you didn’t leak everywhere. Like a stupid baby.”

“Ouch,” he says.

“Too far?” She’s undoing his diaper.

“No, I…”

“You kind of liked that, didn’t you, honey?” She’s rubbing the heel of her hand against him. He squirms, hand in his mouth again.

“Um, maybe…just a little.”

She runs a finger from his taint all the way to his tip and he bucks his hips.

“Do you want me just jerk you off? Hmm, no, I don’t want to do that.”

What? Is she just going to leave him like this again? “Maira, please…it really hurts.”

“Hahaha, you little slut. Look at your hips moving. Could you stop that if you tried?”

“I don’t knoww,” he whines.

“This is going to be gross,” she says, almost to herself, “but I’m going to do it.” And then he feels her lips kissing the head of his dick, all the way down the shaft, and he can feel precum dripping out of him. “Ohh, leaky boy,” she says. She takes him in her mouth, slowly, and it’s wet and warm.

“M—Maira.”

“What? You aren’t going to cum already, are you? Can’t you hold it for just five fucking seconds?”

“Mmmph,” he whines. She rolls her eyes and descends on him again, this time slurping all the way from the bottom to the top, and then really sucking on his tip, the rest of him getting all cold in the air from his pee and her saliva.

“Maira, stop, or I’m not going to—I’m not gonna be able to stop, I’m, I’m…”

“Okay, longer than five seconds, I guess.” She uses her hand to help him through the orgasm. “Maybe even a new record. Good job.”

Her voice is dry and condescending. He raises his arms over his head.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” She comes back up, walking her hands up the sides of the couch next to him, until they are face to face. She pulls his arms back down to his sides and leans forward, letting him kiss her on the mouth. “That happens to lots of boys. Do you want me to hold you for a little while?”

He nods. “Mm-hmm.”

“Okay, babypie.”

[csainzsgirly]

I would love something with Mr. Charles Leclerc. He's been away for 21 DAYS due to the triple header and his wife (the reader) has had enough. She puts on a special lingerie set she recently bought in a colour she knows Charles will love and waits (im)patiently for her lovely husband. The moment she sees him coming through the front door wearing the outfit shown in the photo I attached to this request, she can't take her hands off him. (His arms in that photo make me drool) She needs him right there, right now. So Charles gives her everything she wants including an orgasm for every single day they weren't together and the filthiest dirty talk in French. Thank you very much ☺️.

We all want to put our teeth in his biceps, don't we? warnings: 18+, google translated french (mon dieu), charles being so hot and getting deserved head, him giving it raw (be responsible irl please) and giving orgasms that are illegally good.

Your body collides with Charles with a soft oof, but he catches you effortlessly nevertheless. He laughs as he spins you around in the hallway, your face buried in the soft material of his shirt, the bare skin of your thighs wrapping around the linen pants he was wearing. He could barely make the sentence I missed you so much from your muffled voice, your lips pressing to his neck to reclaim him as yours. "I missed you more, baby," Charles replied, his other arm wrapping around you after he dropped his bag in the hall. "An eight time Grand Prix came back home to me," you purr, your ankles locking behind his back as he hadn't moved from his position in the hallway yet. "I'm so proud of you," you continue, happily accepting the kiss he pressed to your lips. Charles shifted you a little in his arms to hold onto you better, hands finding the bare skin under the silk robe you were wearing.

The robe fell open with the slightest movement, revealing the pretty set you were wearing, the see-through lace doing little to cover your tits properly. You grew hotter under his eyes, his pupils widening and the crystal colours fading into a dark swirl that caused a shiver to run up your spine. "Charles..." you hum, your fresh manicure tickling his biceps when you ran your hands over him, feeling the taut muscles before your palms warmed his chest. "Don't make me wait," you finish. "You're that needy?" he breathes, his lips brushing over yours, leaning back when you wanted to kiss him. You whine in response, your lower lip jutted out slightly. "Tu es tellement nécessiteux que tu veux que je t'emmène ici?" Charles asks, his palms kneading your ass, pulling you over his growing erection as your back hit the wall in the hallway.

"Oui," you reply with a small voice. "Need you here, now," you feel out of breath without having done anything. Your lips mold together in the most delicious kiss you could have wished for after not being able to kiss him for 21 days. Charles groans against your mouth when your hands continue to run over him, riding up his shirt, feeling his abs, your nails scratching his pecs. "Want if off," you muttered, gasping when his lips kiss down your throat to your neck next, the stubble on his jaws and cheek tickling your skin. Charles put you back on your feet, complying with your request to get his shirt off, swinging it over his head and dropping it somewhere. You slipped your arms out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor as well. "Putain, tu es tellement belle," he whistles through his teeth, his hands feeling you up, pulling you against him again. Your fingers dance across the waistband of his sweats, pulling on the string to loosen it.

You don't waist time sliding down to your knees, dragging his pants down and freeing his awfully hard erection from his shorts. Your pussy clenches around thin air at the mere sight of his cock, the shape so perfect, the girth making your mouth water, the slick leaking from your cunt ruining the fine lace of your thong. No sight was as pretty as looking up at Charles while you had his cock between your lips. The sigh that escaped him was enough to make you whine around his cock while your hand stroked him, your tongue lapping around the sensitive tip before you took more of him. He plants a hand against the wall behind you, muscles in his upper body flexing while the other hand moved into your hair in the back of your neck. Charles grunts as he keeps your hair out of your face, his hips rolling forward with each flick of your tongue and bob of your head.

Charles' abs clench as he watches you gag and struggle, your eyes glistening slightly as the corners started to water. "Prends-moi bien, bébé," he compliments through gritted teeth, watching you gasp for air as you pull back slightly. He's obsessed with seeing you like this, looking up at him with big eyes, your lips glossy from your spit, swollen from sucking him so well. Your hand glides over his cock again, you're about to take him back in your mouth as he pulls you up. "J'ai besoin de te goûter," he mutters, taking his turn to get on his knees, moving one of your legs over his shoulder. You could barely register the moment he pulled your thong aside, his hot mouth landing on your pussy without a warning, his tongue diving between your folds and licking you up. Your back arching off the wall and your fingers curling into his hair. "Charles..." you moan, the coil in your lower abdomen tightening when he sucked your clit into his mouth. His stubble scraped over your thighs, roughing up your soft skin.

His palms kneaded your ass again, pulling you more over his mouth. He licked, slurped, sucked, like you were the first thing he ate after a twelve-hour journey back home, making you whine and mewl with desperation to cum. And he wanted you to cum on his tongue. Charles' pace quickened when he noticed your short breaths, the frantic pulling on his hair. White-hot pleasure clouded your vision when your body reached a peak it had been craving since the morning he left for the triple header. He had been too busy for phone sex and your fingers simply couldn't do what he could. Your knees buckled with a difficulty to keep standing up, so he got up as well, his body pressing against yours to keep you up right. You weakly moaned against his mouth when he kissed you, tongue brushing over your lower lip before deepening the kiss, fingers dancing down your stomach and past the elastic band of your thong.

"F-fuck," you tremble when two of his fingers enter you, easily finding home between your slippery walls. "Shit, baby, you're so fucking wet," he muttered, pulling his fingers out of you to lick them clean before he gently let them enter you again. "Look at me," Charles demands, making you lift your eyes to his as he starts a pace that has you on the brink of an orgasm embarrassingly fast already. He curls them up against your g-spot, fingertips massaging the sensitive spot inside you. You're a mess when you cum on his fingers, an arm around your waist making sure you don't fall over. "Need to be inside you," his voice rasps. "Need you inside me," you emphasize, causing a small smirk to curl his lips before he turns you around, forcing your back to arch a little so he can easily pull your hips back. "Mon dieu, I missed this pussy," Charles growls, sinking into you deeply with a swift thrust of his hips.

Your eyelids flutter as he spreads you open, the sensitiveness of your previous orgasm and the burn of your stretching walls causing your lips to part with a nearly pornographic moan. You're slightly disappointed he turned you around to fuck you from behind, as your fingers were itching to dig into his shoulders, to claw at his back. Charles' first thrusts were slow, and he was taking in the feeling of your perfect cunt around him, squeezing him tight, inviting him to push in deeper, before he quickened the pace to fuck you hard and deep. You couldn't keep your sounds down anymore, skin to skin sounds filling the hallway, the wall becoming nearly uncomfortably hard as you leaned your forearms against it. "That's it, baby. You're so good to me," he praised, knowing you were close as you cried out his name when his fingers landed on your clit.

You felt on the edge of passing out, the pleasure curling your toes and swirling up your nerve system, a hand reaching back for him letting him know you needed a couple of seconds. Charles grew possibly even harder at seeing you struggle to take him, your hand landing flat on the wall in attempt to steady yourself, moving your balance from one leg to the other, his cock still inside you. He had to pull out briefly to turn you around, lift you up against him. Your arms curled around his shoulders, ankles locking behind his back again. He moved you up and down his cock, struggling to hold himself together as well, feeling on the brink of his release for a couple of minutes already, but he needed to make you cum again, needed to make up for the time he was gone. There was nothing he loved more than taking care of his girl. "Charles, baby," you whined, nails digging into his arms that were holding you tightly.

Your tits were bouncing as he fucked you harder, the straps of your bra had fallen down your arms, the lace of your thong stretched so far you were sure it was ruined forever now. You looked so gorgeous to him, so fucked out, cock drunk, overstimulated. Nothing felt better than his body tensing against yours, hot seed painting your walls and his grunts against your mouth. You ran your hands over his broad shoulders, feeling his skin that was slightly damp with sweat now. "Welcome home," you said, a little out of breath. A smile curled his lips as he let out a small chuckle. "I missed you," he repeated, kissing your lips sweetly before letting you slowly down the floor. "I'm so happy you're back," you added, kissing him once more. "You don't think I'm done with you, right?" Charles' lips trail down your jaw again. "I sure hope you're not," you hum, feeling him getting hard again.

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Out of The Woods

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: Hawkins is home once again, and you're determined to keep your peace. The past comes calling.

chapter warnings: slow burn, motherhood, swearing, childhood trauma, fluff, sweet sweet memories and friends bonding again. <3

a/n: I don't want to give spoilers, but we may or may not have a run-in with a certain metal head in this chapter! :O (just a taste, a lil treat bc you've all been so good.)

chapter 3: Silver Springs || series masterlist

NOVEMBER 4th, 1983

Friday was the best day of the week.

Sure, weekends are great, but Friday night meant movie night at the Munson’s.

“You better not make her watching nothin’ scary, Edward.” Wayne huffed, grabbing his choice of cap from the wall, as well as big winter coat.

Eddie’s hand flew over his heart. “I would never! Not so close to the holidays!”

You threw a piece of popcorn at his head as the laughter bubbled from your chest. “Holidays? It’s not even Thanksgiving!” Eddie motions for you to keep throwing so he can catch one in his mouth. You oblige, but not without a protest of your own. “I would like—no, I demand a comedy.”

Eddie bowed to you, peering up and showing off the piece of popcorn he’d caught at the last second “What m’lady wants, she shall receive.”

The trailer door blew out of Wayne’s grip as he opened it, “Christ, it’s freezin’! Turn the heat on, boy. Your date is gonna freeze to death.”

Eddie gives you a knowing look. There’s no point, his eyes send the message loud and clear. The two of you have told Wayne dozens of times that you weren’t on dates, you were just best friends hanging out.

He didn’t buy it.

“Why does she get the heat? Pretty sure I got frost bite when I got outta the shower today.”

“Because,” Wayne slid his hands into a pair of work gloves as he walked toward you. “I like her and I want her to keep comin’ around.” He bent down, and kissed the crown of your head.

You protested, “I don’t wanna bug you—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Eddie teased. “Ya know you say that a lot?”

“It’s the truth!”

“You could never bug me—ever. Even if you could, who cares? Not like it’s a bad, it’s a good bug you reserve just for me; my bug.”

Your eyes seemed to roll of their own free will, “Eddie.”

He dropped down next to you, putting a hand on your upper thigh as he offered you a twizzler. “Yes, Bug?”

Neither of you had noticed when exactly Wayne slipped out.

You’d compromised that night. Ghostbusters, a little something for the both of you.

About 30 minutes in, Eddie looked at you. He took in how you laughed at something Bill Murray said, how the sound bubbling from your chest made your nose crinkle.

God, he could listen to that sound all day.

When you turned to him, he panicked. Standing quickly, “Uh, shit…here,” he said, not knowing where the hell he was going with the sentence.

Eddie looked around for a moment, what felt like an hour for him was surely only a few seconds. He ended up grabbing Wayne’s old Polaroid camera from the shelf. “C’mon, we gotta take a picture.”

You smiled through your confusion, “Why?”

Eddie shrugged, “Because we never do! And I wanna remember this even when we’re so old we can’t remember our own names.”

“You want to remember a randoms Friday night?”

He nodded. “If it’s a Friday night with you? Always.”

The whirr and click of the camera went off before you knew what was happening. “Eddie, I wasn’t ready! I’m gonna look like a fucking Goblin!”

The timber of his laugh made your heart race. Eddie pulled the film from its slot beneath the lens. “Don’t sell yourself short, Bug. Troll maybe, but never a Goblin.”

You elbowed his ribs at the exact moment he connected with the couch.

“Oof.” He laughed. “C’mon, smile?”

“Fine.”

Eddie put his arm around you, pulling you in close. A second later, the flash blinded you both, leaving you dazed and giggly for the next minute.

You held out your hand, and gestured to where the photo of the two of you was laid out to develop. “Let’s see it then.” You demanded.

Eddie pulled it off the coffee table, looking at it before he handed it to you.

He wasn’t looking at the camera, no. His eyes were on you, and he was smiling harder than he’d thought was possible.

He saw how you were leaned into him, your hand holding his as it draped over your shoulder, the light behind your eyes, the smile he couldn’t get enough of.

Eddie felt it then.

So immediate and sudden it felt like his heart got struck by lightning, and it was then that he realized two things:

That this feeling, whatever it was, couldn’t possibly end well.

And two?

He is so fucked.

It became easier to breathe.

You hadn’t realized just how suffocating life here had become. To be back in Hawkins and still feel like you were hiding and alone. Though now, and in the weeks since you’re run-in with Robin and Steve, it all got a bit brighter and a little less heavy.

Steve was committed to putting the past behind you, a sentiment he all but drilled into your head the first night he visited Maggie and you at the house.

“You did what you thought you needed to do to make it. You’re back now, though. Let us be there for you.”

He also became Maggie’s own personal jungle gym. Whenever they watched a movie or had a snack together, your daughter could be found on top of him in some way. They especially enjoyed watching cartoons on Saturdays; Maggie perched on top of Uncle Cheeseball’s shoulders, because according to her it was the ‘best seat in the house.’

Robin couldn’t be deterred either.

She’s over at least three nights a week now, and Maggie is obsessed—like, seriously obsessed. It’s the sort of bond you watch from afar and admire, the way your friend opened her heart to your daughter. How she’s protected her innocence and encouraged her silliness.

Kids aren’t exactly everyone’s cup of tea. They’re loud and messy and demanding in a totally innocent way. They require you to think before you act and never put yourself first. It’s why any dates you’d been on over the years hadn’t worked out, most people disappeared after they learned of her. Not that you cared, Maggie was number one in your life, and you were damn proud of that.

But now here you are, the life you had been convinced you’d never have was happening before your eyes.

“And ya know what else, Miss M? Your Mom fell right on her butt and slid all the way down the hill!”

Maggie’s laughter echoed off the your living room walls.

“Hey! It was December and Hillcrest is notoriously icy when it snows!” You feigned insult, and tickled Maggie as her laughter multiplied.

“Mom! That’s so silly! How'd you stop sliding?” She questioned.

Robin’s eyebrow quirked up, “Yeah, how did you stop sliding?”

You sighed, embarrassment painting your face. “Steve—Uncle Cheeseball had to catch me.”

The two of them howled with laughter, “Yeah-yeah, laugh it up. I don’t like this, you’re in…cahoots!”

“Excuse me!” Robin objected. “I am a responsible adult!”

Maggie stood with her hands on her hips. “Yeah! Me too!”

You leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Alright, well, it’s bedtime for all adults and former children.”

Maggie whined, but let out a yawn mid-grumble.

“See? Proof.” You booped her nose. “Go on, you have school tomorrow. Teeth, pjs, bed, okay?”

Maggie hugged you, “Okay, Mama. Goodnight, Robby! I’ll see you on Friday for pizzas!”

She ran the few feet to your friend, and squeezed her. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, kiddo.”

Maggie, by the grace of God, listened. She was so worn out from laughing and dancing and playing with Robin that she crashed as soon as her little head hit the pillow.

“Want me to take the trash out on my way?” Robin asked, hands full of the nonsense she’d brought along with her.

“Is there a 3rd hand in there I don���t know about?” You nodded towards her, “No, Robs. I got it, I just gotta do the dishes first.”

Robin smiled behind you, relishing in the gratitude she felt having you back. “I-I’m so proud of you.” It was a near whisper, and when you turned to your friend, she had tears in her eyes.

“Maggie is…she’s so cool! And you’re obviously an incredible Mom. I’m just, I’m sorry you felt like you had to stay away.”

Your own eyes burned at that. You walked to Robin and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry too, I’m sorry I didn’t call, or write…I just didn’t know how to—to be here.”

She nodded into your embrace, adjusting the items she cradled. “Well, you’re here now. Anything you need, say the word and I’ll be here, Steve too.”

You pulled away, “I know.”

Robin grabbed her keys with the few fingers she had free. “I don’t mean to ruin the beautiful moment of love and friendship, but have you thought about...him? About what’ll happen if you see him again? I mean, Hawkins isn’t exactly a big town.” She avoided using his name, and that didn’t go unnoticed.

It’s all I think about.

Fingers toyed with the hair tie around your wrist, “I wouldn’t even know…” your voice faded out. “I’ll cross that bridge if and when I come to it, I’ve been here for a while already, and haven’t even heard anyone mention his name.”

That was true.

Everyone used to talk about Eddie Munson. The troublemaker, the cult leader, the devil-worshipping freak. The boy who was corrupting you, and ruining your future.

These backwoods hicks had no idea just how good he was back then. How kind and gentle and full of courage he was. You couldn’t understand why they hated him, not when you found it so easy to love him.

“I didn’t wanna upset you—“

“You didn’t,” you’re quick to reassure her, “it’s a logical question, and sure, maybe I’m avoiding the subject, but I appreciate you looking out for me all the same.”

Robin shrugged as if it was the most simple thought in the world, “Always.”

She left after an additional 5 minutes of arguing about helping you clean, to which you would not allow.

Cleaning up after a long day, while exhausting, was your only time to yourself. It was the one part of the day Maggie wasn’t asking something of you or looking for something or covered in something sticky.

Why is it always something sticky?

The dishes were done, and the counters were clean. You plopped on the couch, and turned on whatever the tv was playing at this hour and had just begun to fold the laundry, when the stink of the trash left by the door nearly had you retching.

“Nope, not waiting til morning…”

“Steve, Steve…” Eddie laughed.

The boy threw his hands up in frustration. “Eddie, I’m serious!”

Eddie slapped his friends shoulder. “I appreciate the worrying, pal. I’m fine, I had one beer let’s see…” the metal head looked at his watch, “an hour and a half ago. Why the sudden concern about my health and safety, hm?”

Steve blanched at the question, stumbling over his words. “T-There was an accident tonight! Drunk driver hit the pole on Cornwallis. Cops everywhere, ya know?”

Steve knew exactly why the thought of Eddie getting hurt or worse was suddenly a new phobia he developed. He had just hoped he’d hide it better than this.

Eddie sighed, “Great,” and stood, grabbing his keys out of his pocket, “back roads it is, gonna take me 20 minutes to get home now.”

Steve stood too, causing Eddie to glance back. He pinched his friend’s cheek, “Would you feel better if I called you when I got home, Stevie?” Eddie mocked, pouting his lip.

Steve pushed him away, “Shut up, man. Fine, that’s the last time I give a shit about my friends.”

Eddie laughed, “Nah, I appreciate it, Harrington. I’ll see ya on Friday right? Still looking your car over at the shop?”

“Yeah, yeah. See ya Friday.”

Eddie left Steve’s apartment smiling to himself.

What a good dude.

By the time he hit Cornwallis, the detour was worse than expected. It took him down several back roads and side streets Eddie is usually able to avoid all together.

Not to mention Forest Hills trailer park is on the opposite side of town from Harrington’s place. Eddie is usually able to zip down Main Street to save some time, but with Cornwallis a no-go, it was an addition pain in the ass to avoid the one-ways.

“Oh come on.” He griped. The car in front of him was going what seemed like negative miles an hour. He whipped the wheel to the left, evading the current route and instead, opting for an old way he remembered like the back of his hand.

Even in the dark.

It was eerie. To be on this street that he'd driven hundreds of times, knowing it wasn't leading to you.

He could practically see you, the way you’d sit on the curb until he got there, bag packed with your essentials for a few days. Wanting to get the hell out of this place before your Dad came-too.

The street was dim, lit only by the few flickering street lamps. He attempted to drown out the glimpses of the past, turning up the radio, and blasting Crazy Train so loud it made his windows shake.

Six houses away.

It was a subconscious entity; these memories shouting from the void and demanding to be remembered.

Three…

The porch light to your old house was on. “Huh…weird.” Eddie whispered to himself.

His van was barely at your mailbox when he slammed on his brakes, nearly getting choked by the seatbelt. He skidded to a stop, and killed the music.

Either he’s high as a kite, or it was you. Standing right in front of him as you dragged the trash can to the curb.

He’s hoping it’s the former.

You, rightfully so, looked like a deer in fucking headlights. Jumping back when you heard the screech of his tires.

But you know that van—you’d know it simply by the way it sounded coming down your street or by the shape of the headlights shining through the Hawkins fog.

The rusted hinges groaned when the drivers side door opened. Eddie was moving, but he wasn’t sure why. Not when very fiber of his being was screaming at him to stay in the van—to keep driving. Did he listen?

Of course not.

Eddie Munson says your name so softly and with such disbelief, it almost sounded like fear coating his tongue.

You, unlike the boy—man before you, were frozen.

That was the first thing you’d noticed. Eddie still looked like…Eddie, just a manlier—a more rugged version of the boy you’d loved.

He had five o’clock shadow covering his jaw. Cheekbones that were more defined, the hollows more pronounced. His hair was shorter, shorter than you remember it, anyway and he wore boots—work boots. Gone we’re the torn-up Goodwill sneakers he’d saved up weeks to buy.

He was in a black henley and dark wash jeans, though he still had his signature wallet chain and denim jacket.

Your heart slammed in your chest. Your dinner churned in your belly.

You could go. You could turn around and ignore him, walking back into your home and do exactly what he did to you.

But you wouldn’t, you’re better than that—better than him.

“W-Why…what are you doing here?” He half-mumbled.

“Minding my own business.” The strength in your voice surprised you.

Eddie was quiet, very uncharacteristically so, before he shook his head…presumably in an attempt to sort out his thoughts.

“But you’re, you’re here. You’re in Hawkins.” You could practically see the proverbial egg shells he was walking on.

Was he…afraid of you?

Good. You thought. He should be.

You crossed your arms, “Nothing ever did get past you.”

He was stuck. Quicksand was pulling him down, holding his body tightly and dragging him into the Earth’s core. He couldn’t breathe, he was dying.

At least that’s what it felt like.

Eddie cleared his throat. “How, um, how long—“

“A while.” You interject.

How long had you been here? How long were you staying? It didn’t matter, the answer is the same.

“And you’re staying here.” He nodded to the blue house he’s rescued you from hundreds of times.

“I don’t see how that’s your business.” You we’re cold, colder than he’s ever heard you.

Eddie took you in now. You were the same in every way that mattered. Older, sure…but still you, and for that, Eddie couldn’t be more grateful.

You had new smile lines. Were you happy? He hoped to whatever God was listening that you were.

“It’s not, shit. I—I know it’s not. I just didn’t know—“

A noise from inside the house startled you. Your head whipped around, fast as lighting.

Shit. Maggie.

“You okay?” He asked.

No, no, no.

Ignoring him, you turn and start walking back to the house, when Eddie calls your name again, not daring to move from where he’d planted his feet.

You all but spit at him, “Leave, Eddie. There’s nothing left here for you.”

And you meant it.

When you were safely inside, you check Maggie, who was sound asleep.

The noise must have been the door, or the wind, but it scared to half to death.

He didn’t deserve to know her, and maybe that’s selfish, but you aren’t ready to share your daughter yet.

Not with him.

Who knows, maybe you never will be.

[bbina]

you wake up to the feeling of someone’s arms around you. frantically sitting up, you look beside you to see wonbin sleeping soundly.

your sudden movements prompts wonbin to stir in his sleep, ultimately tightening his grip around your body.

“just 5 more minutes taro..” he murmurs in his sleep

you look down on yourself, trying to recall last night’s events. thankfully you still had your clothes on meaning nothing happened between you and your fake boyfriend.

that’s when it hits you. wonbin came over to your room last night to hangout. one thing led to another and that’s how wonbin ended up sleeping next to you. you gaze at wonbin, who was peacefully asleep. he looked so cute sleeping, the way his hair was all tousled and all, it was truly a sight to see. you brushed some of his bangs away from his face. the light touch of your fingertips against his skin startles him awake, his eyes snapping open in surprise.

his initial reaction was to grab your wrist.

you let out a small laugh, “good morning, sleepyhead”

wonbin smiles lazily when he realizes it was just you.

“g’morning” he mumbles, before rolling back to his previous position, his arm still around your body.

you only watch him in amusement. then wonbin sits up, eyes wide at the realization of the position you two were in. instantly, he withdraws his arm around you, spitting out a string of apologies

”shit! sorry i fell asleep. you were so warm against me and i don’t even know what came over me–”

you grab the pillow next to wonbin and smacked him with it. he lets out an “oof” as you laugh

“it’s alright, dumbass. it’s not like eunseok’s gonna barge into my room right now to check on me. it’s still probably like too early for him to-”

you spoke too soon. you weren’t even able to finish your sentence when your brother shamelessly barges into the room with sohee, seunghan and anton in tow

“have you seen wonbin shotaro said he wasn’t in his room last night– you gotta be fucking kidding me” eunseok stops his sentence midway when he sees you in bed with the person they were looking for

the six of you stare each other in shock? in amusement? you can’t really tell with the way eunseok’s face contorts into something you can’t decipher, sohee who looked like he just walked into something he shouldn’t, seunghan who was standing with his mouth agape and anton who was on the floor dying with the whole situation

“is this real? chat is this real?” anton hollers, clutching his stomach

“no way…” sohee covers his mouth

"HOLY SHIT" seunghan exclaims, clapping his hands

“i’m going to kill him” eunseok darts straight to wonbin, pulling him up with the collar of his shirt.

“eunseok no!” you screeched, standing up on the bed, getting in between your brother and wonbin who looked like his soul just left his body. eunseok’s fist was up in the air, making a fuss about why were you two on the same bed

“HYUNG I CAN EXPLAIN” wonbin desperately pleads

“EUNSEOK IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE”

with all the commotion going around, sungchan, who was on the room next to yours, enters the room. “what’s going on in here?” he asked as he takes in the room. you were in between eunseok and wonbin who was now kneeling in front of eunseok’s feet, sohee, seunghan and anton all laughing while recording on their phones

“i swear on my life nothing happened between us” he hears wonbin reason out to the fuming eunseok.

“there better not be! i’m not trying to have little nieces and nephews running around any time soon!” eunseok booms (basically yells) at the poor boy in front of him.

but of course anton, sohee and seunghan had to be little shits and decided to instigate.

“but eunseok hyung.. why were they in bed together?”

“is that wonbin hyung’s hoodie that y/n is wearing?”

“if i were wonbin i’d start kissing eunseok hyung’s feet”

seeing how eunseok’s eyes were literally on fire, you push your brother away from wonbin.

“nothing fucking happened, seok!” you intervene, defending wonbin from your older brother’s wrath. you looked around to see anyone who can pull eunseok away from the room and you make eye contact with sungchan.

“jinsu! please help” you say with pleading eyes. sungchan had an unreadable expression on his face. you could be imagining it but you see hurt flash through his features before grabbing eunseok by his shoulders and dragging him away from you and wonbin

he was about to say something til his girlfriend walks through the door.

“hey what gives– oh my!” she gasps at the sight of wonbin who was on the floor, you standing in front of him, sungchan holding eunseok off. she puts two and two together and mutters an “oh..”

sungchan whispers something to eunseok before he leaves the room with his girlfriend. you can only watch the couple leave with a disappointed sigh. almost forgetting the situation you were in.

eunseok takes a deep breath as he calms himself down. he trusts you enough to let this go. if you claim that nothing happened then nothing happened. however, he still has the urge to give wonbin the talk after

“this isn’t over” eunseok starts, looking between you and wonbin, “you and i are gonna have a talk after breakfast” he motions two fingers in front of his eyes and to wonbin’s. almost like he was threatening him (he was). with that, he leaves the room with sohee, seunghan and anton scurrying behind him, giggling at wonbin’s flustered face

eunseok didn’t even bother to close the door when they left. shouting “this door STAYS open”

when the coast was clear, you hear wonbin exhale and fall to the ground with a hand on his chest.

“that was the scariest i’ve seen eunseok” he says, dazed, looking up at the ceiling. you can only laugh in agreement. that was the first time you’ve seen eunseok act like an overprotective brother. then again, you didn’t really have a “boyfriend” til now

“what are we gonna do now?” wonbin turns his head to look at you.

“pray that you’ll get out of that talk alive”

“y/n!”

between the lines ★ count your days

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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CAPTIVE

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Pirate!Seonghwa x fem reader

Word count: 7,803

Note: Another imagine from 2022 from Wattpad! Seonghwa is a major jerk at first oof but he softens up <3

You woke up to the most maddening sound, like a commotion in the streets. You tried to ignore it, assuming it was just some drunkards in the streets. You attempted to use your pillow to block out some of the noise, which didn't work too well seeing as it only muffled the pestilent sounds.

When the noise persisted, you sat up, grumbling to yourself as you got out of bed, going to investigate the continuous racket. Shuffling to the front door, you flung it open only to be met with chaos. Families were tied up outside their houses as they were being raided, those that weren't tied up were running rampant in the streets shrieking and shouting for help. Men dressed in dingy loose-fitting shirts and cropped trousers ran about in the streets laughing and howling like lunatics. Some held large swords, using it to slash ropes around crates, others held muskets, using them to threaten civilians.

Your throat went dry as you grasped the situation unfolding in front of you. These men weren't regular thieves, they were pirates and your town was being looted.

You hurried to close your front door, only to be stopped by one of the men who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"'Scuse me, lass, but it seems we haven't been in your house yet." The grimy pirate grinned wickedly, showing off his stained teeth.

"No." You spoke firmly.

"No?" He raised a brow. "You've got moxie don't you, little lady?"

"Leave."

He let out a dry chuckle. "If you don't keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, your supplies won't be the only thing I take back to the ship."

Your face immediately contorted, a deep frown of disgust pulling at your lips.

"Kiss my—"

The clicking sound of a musket made you shut up immediately.

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you."

You gulped. "Alright. I'll let you in."

The pirate moved to take a step inside, and when he did, you slammed the door in his face, causing him to stumble backwards.

"Why you." He growled, advancing towards you.

You didn't have a chance to escape or even fight back. The pirate yanked you outside into the dusty streets, pulling a rope from his satchel before tying it tightly around you, your arms constricted by the abrasive cable. He shoved you down, forcing you to sit on your knees in the dirt.

"Maybe that'll teach you a lesson." He hissed before stepping inside your house.

At that point, you could do nothing but sit idly and allow that sea rat to ransack your home.

Minutes passed and the man stepped out with an armful of supplies. You saw spices, a few of your candles, and even soap, which was odd because the plunderer in front of you didn't look like he had bathed a day in his life.

"Look at you sitting there all defenseless like that." He taunted.

You clenched your jaw.

"I've just raided your home and there's not a thing you can do about it." He smirked, sticking his face up in yours.

That was the last straw.

Without thinking, you thrust your head forward, giving the man a harsh and powerful headbutt. The man clutched his head in agony, the stolen items falling to the ground.

"That's it. You asked for it!" He growled, lunging for you.

He was swiftly jerked backwards by the arm before he could lay a finger on you. Someone had reached out and grabbed your assailant's upper arm. You glanced over to see who your savior was.

He was tall with a slender frame and carried a sort of superior energy. His dark hair was mostly pushed away from his face, save for a few dark strands hanging over his forehead. He wore a long cream colored coat with a corset of some sort around the abdomen area. He donned black gloves on his hands, black pants and matching boots. His face remained placid but firm as he addressed the pirate.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"She headbutted me, Captain!"

Captain? Crap.

This "Captain" turned to you, a faint smirk of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Looks like we've got a feisty one on our hands." He said, bending down to your eye level.

You spat in his face in response.

He closed his eyes in mild annoyance as he retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket, using it to wipe his face. He stood upright, gazing down at you sharply.

"Put her on the ship."

"Yes, Captain."

"And clean up that mess." He gestured to the fallen (stolen) items on the ground.

"Yes, Captain."

The objects that had fallen to the ground were gathered and tossed into a sack. Still tied up, you were jerked to your feet by the grubby pirate and shoved forward down the street.

"This is absurd!" You voiced. "You have no right to be doing this!"

"We're pirates, dear. We don't care about rights."

You jerked in his grip, wanting desperately to escape.

"I don't even have shoes on." You complained.

"That's the least of your problems." The captain spoke up.

That's when the panic really set in.

What was going to happen to me? You thought.

You then began to think of the worst possible scenarios. You could end up locked in the brig, fed to the sharks, tortured, or worse. These men could do things to you—things that you would by no means consent to.

You could feel the blood drain from your face at the thought.

Next thing you knew, you were standing on a dock, the weathered wood pressing into the bottoms of your bare feet. The captain of the ship stepped up the gangplank, shouting orders to the crew still on board.

"Prepare for departure!"

He then withdrew a pistol from its holster strapped around his waist. He held the gun up to the sky and gave off two shots, the loud sound resonating in the air.

"Bring our hostage on board." He ordered the pirate who still had a tight hold on the ropes tied around you.

"Yes, Captain." He spoke, shoving you forward.

You stumbled up the gangplank and onto the ship. The crew was hard at work, moving hastily around the deck, preparing to depart from the dock.

Moments later, groups of grimy men boarded the ship, their arms laden with items that were looted from innocent civilians' homes. You frowned, saddened at the though of all those poor people with barren shelves and messy houses.

"Get a move on, will ya?" The pirate complained behind you.

You moved forward, the rough wood of the deck scraping against your bare feet.

"Captain, where should I put her?" He asked.

"Tie her to the mainmast."

"As you wish."

You tried fighting back as you were dragged towards the large, wooden beam, but it was useless. You weren't strong enough to break free, but that didn't stop you from trying. Screams of protest left your mouth as you thrashed around, making it as difficult as you could for the pirate trying to keep hold of you.

The captain merely stood off to the side and watched in amusement. A look of satisfaction spreading across his features as you were ultimately tied to the main mast. A second crew mate hurried over with thick ropes in his hands, assisting in fastening you to the mast. The first pirate that had harshly escorted you onto the ship insisted on being the one to tie you up, making sure the ropes were uncomfortably snug around you.

He gave you a nasty grin when you shifted uneasily under the abrasive restraints, content at your discomfort. You knew this would only be the beginning of your suffering.

Your entire upper body was pressed against the mainmast, you weren't able to move at all. You kept your eyes cast downwards, staring at the boards.

Captain Seonghwa strode towards you, his boots thumping heavily against the wooden deck as he held a shotgun in one hand.

"Look at me." He ordered.

You kept your gaze low, not daring to look up at him.

"Did you not hear me? I said look at me." He repeated a little more harshly.

You then saw the barrel of a shotgun in your sights. The end was pressed under your chin, lifting your face up to look at Seonghwa.

You glared at him with the most hatred you could muster, keeping a brave face.

His hard expression faltered momentarily at the intensity of your stare. He was quick to recover, putting on that same tough guise as he glowered down at you.

"You filthy pirates think you can take whatever you want." You hissed.

"We can."

"Not without consequences."

"You sure have a mouth on you." He commented, ignoring your statement as he looked you over, seemingly contemplating something. "I wonder what I should do with you." He murmured, thoughtfully, his head tilting to the side. "I could blow your head off right now... or I could keep you around for entertainment."

Your face twisted in distaste.

"You're disgusting."

He let out an amused chuckle. "I didn't mean it like that, dear. But, if you're offering, I can't say no."

You spat at him for a second time, your saliva landing right on his perfectly polished boot. His top lip curled into a snarl as he moved the barrel of his gun into your mouth.

"You'd better keep that to yourself."

Now you were scared. Seonghwa could see that. He smiled in satisfaction, lowering his weapon.

"If you don't keep that mouth of yours shut, I'll gag you with a piece of cloth."

As much as you wanted to make a snappy remark, you didn't want your speaking privileges to be taken away. You had more quips to use on Captain Seonghwa.

He turned on his heel, facing his crew.

"Prepare the sails!" He ordered, harshly. "Let's get out of here."

You watched as he strode away, going to steer the ship away from the docks. The only thing you could do was sit and watch as the giant vessel departed from the port, your ravaged town getting smaller and smaller, not looking away until it was nothing but a mere dot.

The crew busied themselves around you, not paying any mind to you at all.

So this is how it's gonna be until they let me go... or kill me.

You dropped your head, letting out a sigh. There was no use in trying to find a way out of this situation. You didn't have anything with you to cut the ropes and you surely wouldn't be able to wiggle your way out of them. You'd be stuck like this for... well, you weren't sure.

At some point, the crew mates started making their way to their sleeping quarters, the main deck getting emptier by the second. You watched as they passed you by, not acknowledging you. It wasn't long before Seonghwa walked by, heading to the captain's quarters.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed. Goodnight." He responded, casually.

Just then, a low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.

"You wouldn't dare leave me here overnight."

"Try me." He smirked.

You were left outside.

As if your situation wasn't bad enough, it ended up raining—hard. You were left freezing cold, soaking wet, and shivering. Since you were kidnapped in the middle of the night, the only thing you had on was your nightgown, which was very thin and providing you no warmth at all. For the time being you were thankful for the ropes, as they were giving you a little protection and warmth.

You were uncomfortable and cold, yet somehow, you were able to sleep. You assumed you got so tired that you dozed off without even knowing.

You woke up to yelling, causing your body to jolt as you were abruptly pulled from your sleepy state.

Seonghwa was scolding some of his crew, telling them they need to move faster, griping that they weren't tying knots fast enough. Once he was done with his rant, he stomped off, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

The three pirates muttered amongst themselves as they tried to figure out what to do. They were trying to tie up the sails, which requires you to tie a bowline knot. This group seemed to not know how to do that.

"Pardon me." You called out to them, keeping your voice low.

One of them turned to you with a confused expression, wondering why you were speaking to them.

"You're not tying that knot correctly." You told him.

"Why should we listen to a prisoner?" One of them asked harshly.

"Yeah. We wouldn't listen to a prisoner, let alone a woman."

"Fine. Get yelled at by your captain. I don't care." You responded, nonchalantly.

"How... how do you tie this knot for the sails?" The one with the rope in his hands asked, softly.

"Your buddies there don't seem to wanna listen to what I have to say, so just forget it."

"No! Please. I'll listen."

You then explained to him what to do, all three of them hanging on to every word—even the ones that snapped at you.

Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa had noticed you conversing with his crew. He also noticed how they listened to you. He was surprised to see that you knew what you were talking about.

"So you can do something besides spit and run your mouth." He remarked, catching your attention.

"My dad worked with ships a lot." You responded, casually. "I know almost everything there is to know about sailing."

Seonghwa hummed to himself, looking at you thoughtfully before walking off.

You closed your eyes, resting your head against the main mast. Visions of your home flashed in your mind. Your warm bed, your kitchen stocked with food, and the feeling of safety that came with your abode.

Heavy footsteps approaching pulled you from your daydream—it was Seonghwa.

"You just might prove to be useful."

You narrowed your eyes at him, tilting your head in curiosity. "Does that mean you'll untie me?"

"Oh, I'll untie you—but, in case you have any ideas about jumping ship,"

You then felt something cold brush against your ankle, followed by a click sound.

"I'll have a leash to tug you back with."

Glancing down, you saw a metal cuff around your ankle, a chain laid out on the deck.

"You're chaining me up like a dog?"

"It's the only way I'll be able to keep an eye on you. If I let you loose on my ship, there's no telling what you'll do."

You pressed your lips together, holding back your irritation. He was right and you hated that.

He pulled out his cutlass, using it to slice the ropes, the thick cords falling at your feet. His eyes lingered on your figure as his tongue ran across his bottom lip.

"I was going to offer you some proper clothes, but I rather like you in this little nightgown."

The gown had long sleeves and went down to your ankles, covering you well, but his comment made you feel vulnerable and exposed.

"You're sick."

He snickered in response, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I suppose the right thing to do is to provide you with proper clothing. Follow me."

He used the chain to tug you forward, which earned him a displeased scowl from you.

He led you to the captain's cabin where he started rummaging through his wardrobe. You glanced around the space, noticing a shelf with a plethora of rolled up maps and a few books. There was a desk near the front windows of the ship. On that desk were papers, maps, books, and mapping tools.

"Here."

You turned to see Seonghwa with some clothes in his hands.

"Hurry and change."

When he didn't move, you looked up at him, expectantly.

"Don't worry. I won't look."

You gave him a skeptical look as he turned away from you. You took a few steps away from him before changing.

"I never got your name." He spoke up, his back still turned.

"You never asked."

He let out a short scoff. "So, are you gonna tell me your name or should I call you whatever I please?"

"My name is Y/n."

"Y/n." He repeated, testing the name out.

You didn't think he deserved to know your name, but with the alternative you were given, you didn't really have a choice. There's no telling what he would have called you had you refused.

The moron supplied you with clothes, but neglected to consider the fact that there was a cuff on your ankle which prevented you from being able to put on pants. He removed the cuff and turned his back only long enough for you to change.

"I'm done." You announced once you finished changing into the clothes Seonghwa had given to you.

The shirt was loose, but comfortable, as were the pants, but he had given you a belt to help with that. The metal cuff was clamped back on your ankle once again, reminding you that there was no escape.

You felt much better now that you were in actual clothes, even though they were a bit baggy and belonged to the person who kidnapped you.

The captain looked you over once you were finished.

"My clothes fit you better than I though." He smirked. "The boots are probably a bit big."

"They're fine." You muttered. "Thanks."

You thanked him under your breath, hoping he didn't catch it.

"What was that, darling?" He inquired.

"I said thanks." You spoke up.

"I still didn't catch that. What?"

"I'm not saying it again."

"It was worth a shot." He sighed, playing with the chain in his hand. "Come on."

He led you out of his cabin and back onto the deck where he took the long chain attached to the cuff on your ankle and wrapped it around the main mast, securing it around the large post. Though you were upset about still being imprisoned, it was a step up from being tied up with rope. At least now you could walk around, well, as far as the chain would allow.

"Now, just because I said you might be useful doesn't mean you're off the hook. You're going to have to earn my trust."

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes. "What is it you're wanting me to do?"

"I want you to swab the deck." He told you.

"Seriously? I just proved that I know sailing knots and you're putting me on cleaning duty?"

"You proved that you know one sailing knot. So yes, you're on cleaning duty." He grabbed a nearby mop, shoving it towards you. "Bucket's right there." He pointed before walking up to the forecastle deck.

You sighed, grabbing the bucket of water, dipping the ratty mop into it. The chain cuffed to your ankle allowed you to walk around the main deck, however, you couldn't get near the railing of the ship. Even if you wanted to, jumping ship would be the stupidest thing you could do. You're out in the middle of the ocean with no compass and no boat. If you jumped ship, you'd be left treading water for goodness knows how long. Your best bet was to stay on the ship. Though, you'd love to get this infuriating cuff off your ankle.

For the time being, you'd play it cool and stay under the radar, mopping the fish gut-stained deck, the acrid stench burning your nose. You dropped the sopping mop onto the wooden boards, swiping back and forth repeatedly until it was clean. You repeated this until you had nearly half the deck mopped.

Seonghwa made sure to keep a vigilant eye on you, making sure you weren't trying anything.

At times, you'd have to move things out of the way to properly mop. As you moved a few small crates, you noticed a bobby pin lying on the deck. Glancing over your shoulder, you checked to make sure Seonghwa wasn't looking before snatching the bobby pin, swiftly sliding it into your hair as you got back to work, acting as if nothing had happened.

Once the deck was thoroughly swabbed, you sat down on a large crate to rest, glancing up at the forecastle deck where Seonghwa stood, steadily steering the large sea vessel.

"Captain!" One of the crew members called out.

"What is it?"

"Come here. I need you to come check this."

Seonghwa stepped away from the wheel to assist the man in need of assistance. You took the opportunity to get a look at the keyhole on the cuff attached to your ankle. When you were younger, your dad had a huge chest of memorabilia from old ships he worked on when he was a teenager. Unfortunately, the box was locked shut and he had lost the key, so he picked the lock to get inside the chest. That's where you learned to pick locks.

Checking again to see if Seonghwa was still preoccupied, you pulled out the bobby pin and began to mess with the keyhole on the cuff, jiggling the the pin around. Unfortunately, you didn't make any progress with it, as Seonghwa had returned to his post at the wheel. Not wanting to raise suspicion, you tucked the bobby pin away, choosing to wait for a better time to free yourself.

"Not bad, Y/n." He commented as he observed the deck from the wheel of the ship.

You scoffed, turning away from him.

The bright sun was soon replaced with the softly glowing moon, the air becoming much cooler as stars began to appear, dotting the sky above.

Seonghwa had put you to work cleaning and doing seemingly pointless tasks almost all day, which you were annoyed with. However, when night approached, he offered to let you sleep in his quarters. You refused at first, not wanting to share a bed with the tyrant, but he clarified telling you that he had a hammock you could sleep in. You agreed after that.

Seonghwa, who still didn't trust you, attached the chain to a wooden post in his room. Despite the discomfort from the metal cuff, you slept well—much better than you had the previous night.

You still wanted to leave, though.

You stayed chained up for days, being put to work cleaning and doing other things completely unrelated to sailing. You hated it. Swabbing the deck, cleaning the cannons, cleaning the kitchen, washing the dishes. Chores, basically. You didn't get to anything the crew got to do. You were just a maid.

Then, one day an opportunity presented itself to you.

As you worked on the main deck under the watchful eyes of Seonghwa, his quartermaster called out for him. Your attention turned towards the forecastle deck. Seonghwa sighed, abandoning his place at the wheel to speak with his quartermaster.

You hastily retrieved the bobby pin you had kept with you since finding it, making sure no one was watching as you attempted to pick the lock on the cuff.

"Come on. Come on." You murmured under your breath, glancing around. Seonghwa was busy, his back turned as he spoke to the quartermaster. The crew was busy doing their own tasks, not paying any mind to what was going on, too engrossed in their duties. Though everyone was preoccupied, you still felt on edge, knowing that at any moment, one of them could spot you trying to free yourself.

"Come on." You muttered, gritting your teeth.

Click.

The cuff unlatched.

You gasped, frantically looking around to make sure no one saw. You stood up, preparing to sneak into the cargo hold.

"Captain." The quartermaster pointed just beyond Seonghwa's shoulder.

He turned around, following the quartermaster's finger, spotting you without the metal cuff on your ankle, sneaking along the deck.

"That little—" He hissed through his teeth, rushing down the stairs to the main deck. "What do you think you're doing?"

You spun around just in time to see the captain coming after you. On a moment's notice, you reached over to the nearest pirate and pulled a sword from his sheath

"Very cute." Seonghwa chuckled amusedly, pulling his own sword out.

You held the sword out, pointing it towards him as the crew mates backed off, watching in shock. He stepped forward, your weapons clashing with a resounding clang. You weren't the best swordsman, but your father taught you a bit about sword fighting in case you came across any pirates while sailing.

You pushed Seonghwa's weapon away with the thin blade of your sword. He grunted, his jaw clenched as he fought back.

"Get away!" You shouted.

"You have no authority here." Seonghwa chuckled, blocking your swing.

You came at him mercilessly, every single time, he blocked you with ease, looking as if he wasn't even trying. Rarely did he come at you with an attack. It seemed he was only defending himself, never taking any shots at you. You raised your sword, ready to strike again when suddenly he stepped forward, the flat side of his sword firmly patting your bottom.

You gasped, placing your hand on your backside in shock. Seonghwa chuckled, smirking proudly. That only made you angrier. Your grip tightened on the hilt of the sword and you lunged forward, only for Seonghwa to dodge, stepping aside with ease.

"You know, I could have injured you many times by now, but I didn't." He spoke.

You noticed he had plenty of opportunities to harm you, but he was just being playful and not really fighting back. Why?

"Don't be a coward!" You snapped, pointing your sword at him. "Fight back."

"You don't want me to do that, sweetheart."

"I do."

Seonghwa quirked a brow.

In turn, you came at him, swinging the sword. He blocked every hit, fighting back and clashing blades with you. The force of his hits had become much more powerful at this point. So powerful, that it was forcing you to take a few steps back. With one, powerful swing, Seonghwa knocked the sword from your hand, the weapon clattering to the deck. You stepped backwards to get away from him, your back hitting the wall between the sets of stairs leading to the forecastle deck.

In a split second, Seonghwa's sword was thrown through the air, landing directly beside your head, sticking out of the wood.

You were frozen with fear, your body stiff as you tried to process the fact that your life quite literally flashed before your eyes.

Seonghwa strode towards you, grabbing onto the sword's hilt, jerking the weapon from the wood, his dark eyes staring into yours with the burning intensity of a thousand suns. You were terrified.

"Now, let's get you chained back up, shall we?"

Your eyes widened and in seconds, you ducked under his arm and went straight for the closest thing—the rigging. Grabbing onto the netting, you began to climb up it, moving further from the deck.

"Don't be like that, Y/n." Seonghwa sighed. "Why don't you come on down?"

You ignored him, climbing higher.

"Come on. Where will you go?"

"Away from you!" You shouted.

"Get down here." He called.

"You honestly think I'll listen to you?" You asked.

Seonghwa's jaw ticked with annoyance, his hand squeezing the hilt of his sword.

"I could always just cut you down." He tilted his head, a glint in his eye that told you he wasn't lying.

"But Captain, the rigging will be damaged." One of the crew mates spoke up. "I don't know if we'll be able to—"

"Shh." Seonghwa cut him off. "I don't care."

"What if she gets hurt?"

"I don't care." Seonghwa repeated, raising his sword.

Crap.

You didn't think about the fact that you could fall onto the deck and get injured. Just as Seonghwa reared back, you spoke up.

"Okay!"

He paused, looking up at you.

"I'll come down." You relented, making your way down the rigging.

As you descended the netting, your foot slipped, a shout leaving your lips as you fell, squeezing your eyes shut and preparing for the harsh impact. You grunted as you landed roughly in someone's arms. You peeled open your eyes to see Seonghwa looking down at you with a proud expression on his face.

"Nice of you to join us." He grinned.

Your face twisted in distaste as you squirmed your way out of his arms.

"You're not a bad sword fighter." He commented. "I could teach you how to be a better one."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because you can do better than that."

"I thought you wanted to chain me up again."

"I should. Especially since you've proven to me that you'll turn on me as soon as you get the chance... but I won't."

"Why? What do you want?" You asked.

"Well for starters, you're not that much of a threat to me. You know a little self-defense and you seem to have a few skills that can help you get out of bad situations. In other words, you're good, but you're not that good."

For some reason, that offended you.

"You passed." He finally stated.

"Passed?"

"Yeah. You've done a good job cleaning around the ship, you managed to escape under tough circumstances—though you did it under my supervision, which isn't very good on the loyalty part, but we'll work on that. You know a bit about ships and your sword fighting, while rather sloppy,"

"Hey!" You snapped.

"I think you could improve with an excellent teacher." He finished.

"Oh? Do you know one?" You asked, sarcastically.

He gave you a deadpan expression.

"So what do you want?" You asked.

"I want you on my crew."

"You're joking." You chuckled.

"I'm not."

"What's in it for me?"

"Food, shelter, a place to live."

"I had a place to live and you took me away from it." You snapped.

"That's fair." He hummed, straightening his coat.

"How do I know you won't turn on me?"

"How do I know you won't turn on me?" He directed the question back at you.

Touché.

"Fair point." You responded.

"What do you say, Y/n?" He inquired, reaching his hand out. "Do we have a deal?"

You'd never be able to return home. You were going to be stuck on this ship either way so it didn't really matter. The only thing you could gain from joining the crew is safety and protection, which you'd prefer over being chained up and not knowing when they'd decide to throw you overboard.

"Deal." You finally spoke, shaking Seonghwa's hand.

As soon as you latched on, he pulled you toward him, jerking you forward. You grunted as you landed against his chest. He brought his head down to your ear before speaking.

"If you turn on me at any time, I won't hesitate to shoot you." He whispered, threateningly, the barrel of his pistol pressing against your side.

"You have my word." You responded, keeping your tone relaxed.

Truthfully, he wasn't all that frightening to you, but his threats seemed to hold weight. Whether or not he would follow through, that was a mystery. So for now, you needed to be on your best behavior.

Seonghwa released you, allowing you to step away from him and put some distance between the both of you.

"Alright everyone, back go work. There's nothing to see here." He addressed the crew who had been standing and watching the both of you like they would a play or some other form of entertainment. The crew dispersed immediately, going back to what they were doing.

"Alright, Y/n. Should we begin your lessons?"

"Now?"

"No, tomorrow."

You turned to him with a flat expression.

He paid no mind to it as he began speaking again.

"Follow me."

You trailed behind him as he went to his sleeping quarters and retrieved an extra sword, grabbing one that was displayed on the wall.

"I stole this one from a wealthy king." He grinned, seeming to look back on the memories. "You can borrow it for practice."

You took the hilt which had a rather intricate design etched into and around the handle that caged your knuckles.

"It's nice." You commented quietly, watching the way the light spilling into the room glinted on the silver handle.

"I know. That's why I had to have it. Consider yourself lucky. I don't let just anyone borrow that."

Rolling your eyes in response, you lifted the weapon upright, testing its weight.

"Will that work for you?"

"I think so." You nodded.

"Then let's begin."

You followed the pirate onto the vast and spacious main deck where he took his stance. You did the same, holding your sword at the ready.

"For starters, the way you stand is too loose. You need to lock up your legs. If you stand like you are now, your opponent can easily overpower you and force you backwards. You need to try and stand firm."

Glancing down at your feet, you repositioned yourself, making sure to stand a bit more firmly.

"That isn't right." He sighed, walking over and readjusting your stance, making you straighten your back. His hands rested firmly on your shoulders, pushing them forward a bit.

Feeling him so close to you was giving you mixed feelings, both good and bad.

You had to remind yourself that the man teaching you how to sword fight was the same man who forced you onto this godforsaken ship in the first place.

"Alright. That's how you properly stand. Do you feel the difference?"

You nodded.

"Good. Let's try fighting now." He held up his own sword, quickly making the first move.

You made sure to keep your legs locked, blocking his swing and pushing his blade away with your own, a resounding shing sound cutting through the air. The force of you pushing his weapon away didn't faze him at all, in fact, he hardly budged.

His brow briefly rose in a somewhat mocking manner as he smirked. You could practically hear him say, "That's why your stance has to be solid."

Swinging your weapon towards his, you let out a grunt, your blades clashing. You pulled back, going in again only to be blocked. This pattern kept repeating until you finally saw an opening. Your arms raised, your hands gripping tightly onto the hilt. Just as you were about to swing, you noticed Seonghwa eyeing your middle. That's when you realized your abdomen was exposed. Both of your arms were up in the air and he had a clear shot at your midriff.

In the blink of an eye, you jumped backwards and just as you did so, Seonghwa's blade stabbed the air right where you previously stood.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your eyes wide in shock.

"You just tried to stab me." You breathed.

"That's what a sword fight is."

"But you could have killed me!"

"Don't be dramatic. I wasn't actually going to stab you. If you hadn't jumped back I was just gonna fake you out."

Your eyes narrowed at him.

"Come on. Let's go again."

"I don't think so."

"Come on, Y/n. I won't try to get any hits in this time. Promise."

"I don't trust pirates." You snapped.

"You trusted me enough to have a practice sword fight with me just now. So, you must have at least an ounce of trust in me."

He got you there.

"Alright, fine."

"So, you admit that you trust me even if it's just a little." He grinned.

"Let's just get this over with."

You spent the next few weeks training with Seonghwa, allowing him to teach you all his tips and tricks for sword fighting. At first, you thought he was just being cocky calling himself a good teacher and all, but he was telling the truth. Besides his arrogance, he was a pretty decent mentor. You actually felt like you had improved a bit in your sword fighting.

Not only that, but between practice sessions, you started picking up different tasks around the ship. Some days, you'd help with the sails, while others you'd polish weapons. You even got to help prepare dinner for the crew one night, which you enjoyed.

You stood on the forecastle deck with Seonghwa watching him steer the large vessel, the warm sea breeze blowing through your hair. That's one thing you were beginning to enjoy about being on this ship. The almost constant breeze was always nice and in some ways refreshing. The ocean surprisingly relaxed you.

"I love this view." Seonghwa spoke up, cutting through the silence. "The horizon stretches for miles and miles. You can't see the end of it. It just goes on forever. And the thing about the ocean being so big is that there's so much to explore and you never know what's out there unless you look for it." He commented, staring out at the endless expanse of water.

Glancing over at him, you saw how his eyes had this gleam of joy, a content expression on his face. It was the first time you'd seen him look so... happy.

"You really like what you do, don't you?"

"I do. I enjoy going to different places and living at sea. I feel like I was meant to be here."

You were surprised to hear that from him. For once, you felt like you had gotten a glimpse of the real Seonghwa. You'd never seen that side of him before and were beginning to think maybe he wasn't as merciless or as arrogant as you first thought he was.

"Seonghwa?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Taking care of me, training me, feeding me, giving me a place to sleep. Why did you even kidnap me in the first place?"

"Honestly, you were giving my crew mate so much trouble. It agitated me. I really was planning to hurt you or throw you to the sharks, but I also saw something in you. You put up quite a fight, I guess I though I could use you on my side. So, instead of doing something I probably shouldn't, I decided that I would just keep you around and see what happened." He answered. "Besides, I don't kill ladies."

"Oh, so now I'm a lady?" You questioned, teasingly.

"You were always a lady."

For some strange reason, that made you feel something and you kind of hated it. You should have been repulsed, disgusted, appalled even—but no. Instead, you felt somewhat flustered. There's no way you could be falling for Seonghwa—could you?

"So, do you just put on this tough exterior so everyone is afraid of you?" You questioned, intending to learn more about him.

"Was it that obvious?" He chuckled.

"Sort of. You did a good job at hiding it at first, I'll give you that."

"Thanks."

"You still rob innocent townspeople of their things, though." You added.

"I have to. That's a pirate's life. Though, I don't always steal from innocent people, just when it's necessary."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Not really, but I act like I do. Robbing people who deserve it is what I enjoy." He smirked at that.

"I suppose I could understand that." You hummed. "So, how did you end up here, living a life of piracy? I don't suppose you were born a pirate."

"It's a long story." He responded, staring ahead, his expression holding an emotion you couldn't describe.

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I have plenty of time." You chuckled.

Seonghwa pressed his lips together in thought, his fingers tapping the wheel.

"When I was five, my mother suddenly decided she didn't want anything to do with me and dumped me on my father." He started. "Unfortunately, he didn't want anything to do with me either, so he took me to the docks and ditched me there. It wasn't long after that a fisherman came along and found me, taking me in. I was young and scared, wondering why both my parents had just left me, not caring what happened. You'd think that fisherman would be compassionate since he took me in, but he was cruel. He would guilt trip me and make me feel like a liability, always saying things like I was useless and would never amount to anything. He always called me ungrateful and said I'd be dead without him. Truth is, I did everything he asked me to do and then some. I was a decent kid. He had no reason to treat me the way he did. I sometimes wonder why he even took me in if I was such a burden to him."

You frowned, not knowing Seonghwa had such a difficult childhood.

"One day I just had enough. I was sick of him putting me down all the time. The first ship that docked in town, I stole. I didn't care who it belonged to, I just wanted to get out of there. I boarded the ship with a small bag of all my belongings and just sailed away. I was on my own for a few weeks, stealing from different places until I docked in a nearby town. That's where I found the first few members of my crew and it's grown ever since."

You watched as he steered the very vessel he had stolen years ago, his eye still on the horizon ahead.

"Being tossed from one person to another makes you feel pretty unwanted." He glanced down below at the main deck towards his crew. "But I feel pretty wanted here." A small smile pulled at his lips and he looked over at you. "I never had a permanent home until now. This crew is my family."

For some reason when he said that, you felt included in it too.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

"Me too."

"How old were you when you ran away?"

"12."

"Wow." You twiddled your thumbs for a moment, imagining a young 12-year-old Seonghwa being at sea on his own with only a few people to help him out. Without thinking twice you approached him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. The captain stiffened a bit before turning in your hold and facing you.

"What are you doing?"

"You didn't deserve any of that." You told him, your arms tightening around his slim waist.

He hesitantly brought a hand up and placed it on your back, somewhat reciprocating the hug. The only person to ever hug him was his mother and that was only a few times. He wasn't used to such displays of affection.

"It isn't your fault." He told you, trying to ignore the way his heart raced.

Pulling away, you glanced up at him. "You know, despite everything you went through, it seems to me you've made a decent life for yourself."

"I have." He smiled softly to himself.

Your elbows rested on the railing of the ship as you stared out into the ocean, watching the way the waves crested as the wind blew across the water's surface. Once again, you were on the forecastle deck with Seonghwa, which is where you've been spending most of your time recently. Ever since he opened up to you about his childhood, you started seeing him more as a decent man with rough beginning and less like an arrogant captain that you constantly wanted to slap across the face.

After he opened up, he started acting different around you—different in a good way. He seemed more himself, like he wasn't putting on an act or trying to be tough or intimidating. He joked around more and seemed to enjoy your company just as much as you enjoyed his.

"You know, we're headed east." Seonghwa spoke up, leaning over on the railing beside you.

"Oh." You responded with no particular attitude.

"You know, where your town is." He added.

"I know. The east is a bit boring though, don't you think?"

Seonghwa seemed confused by your response. Having expected you to want to go back home, he thought you'd be jumping for joy.

"I hear the west is nice this time of year." You commented, turning to him with a smile.

"That's in the complete opposite direction."

"I know."

"What are you trying to say?"

You gave him a grin. "I'm part of your crew, aren't I?"

"What?" Seonghwa's cheeks turned red. "I-I never said that."

"You didn't have to."

Pushing aside his embarrassment and flustered feelings, he managed to respond.

"Are you saying you want to stay?"

"I am."

"Why? I took you from your home by force. I tied you to the mast and kept you chained up for weeks."

"That was before I learned about you... the real you. You're not the same man who forced me onto this ship."

"Even so, you should return home."

"I don't want to. Besides, there's nothing for me in that town. I prefer staying right where I am." You smiled contently.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm more sure than I've ever been."

Seonghwa tried to hold back the smile that attempted to break out across his features, but his efforts were futile. He was thrilled that you wanted to stay with him.

The feelings he had towards you first became prominent when he started giving you sword flighting lessons and they only grew from there. It was when he opened up to you that his feelings really blossomed, becoming so palpable that he couldn't bear to be away from you.

"Thank you, Y/n."

"Why are you thanking me?" You questioned.

"Because I don't deserve your forgiveness or even your company."

Your gaze softened as you looked at him. "Yes you do. I wouldn't have wanted to stay here if you hadn't proven to me that you're not who I once thought you were."

Seonghwa reached over, tentatively taking your hand in his. You accepted the gesture, lacing your fingers with his.

"So, you want to be a permanent crew member?" He inquired.

"I do."

"I hope you're ready. You may think you know what goes on around here, but you've only seen the half of it. There'll be fights with opposing ships and strong storms that could throw a man overboard. Do you think you can handle it?"

"I'm ready for whatever the sea has to throw at me."

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Hongjoong ⟡ Yunho ⟡ Yeosang ⟡ San ⟡ Mingi ⟡ Wooyoung ⟡ Jongho

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Fallen Angel (Reader Insert) Incorrect Quotes Part 3

The Smiling Critters Space Riders Au and the character "Z" belongs to @onyxonline

If you haven't checked out the Fallen Angel (Reader Insert) series, you can check it out here. The reader will be referred to as both (Y/n) and Archangel. Enjoy!

Warning: Cursing

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Bobby: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Archangel: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

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Crafty: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Z: No.

Archangel: No.

Crafty: Didn't think so.

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Archangel: I've invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Hoppy, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

Archangel: I was actually going to play Russian Roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

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Archangel: I found a note in one of my old logs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Captain Dogday.

Archangel: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for.

Archangel: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it.

Dogday: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either.

Archangel: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though.

Dogday: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it.

Archangel: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

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Archangel: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Poppy: Your archangel was in a fight.

Dogday: Oh no, that's terrible!

Catnap: Did they win?

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Dogday: Did Z just tell me he loved me for the first time?

Archangel: Yeah, he did.

Dogday: And did I just do finger guns back?

Archangel: Yeah, you did.

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Archangel, watching Hoppy do something stupid: Kickin, you're officially only the second highest risk here...

Kickin: Hell yeah! I'm gonna-

Archangel: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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Archangel: How do ethical philosophers feel about murder?

Bubba: Well, it's frowned upon.

Archangel: Okay, but what if the reason you want to murder someone is to make your life easier?

Archangel: That's okay, right?

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Bobby: And now for a gay update with Captain Dogday and Z.

Dogday: Getting gayer.

Bobby: Thank you, Captain.

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Bubba to Archangel: We call that a traumatic experience.

Bubba, turning to Catnap: Not a "bruh moment."

Bubba, turning to Kickin: Not "sadge."

Bubba, turning to Hoppy: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO."

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Archangel: Why do you look like that, Captain?

Dogday, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Archangel: Like you're dead.

Dogday: It's because I'm dying. Leave me here to perish.

Catnap: Dogday accidentally called Z "babe" in front of everyone today.

Dogday: *sobs into the floor*

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Archangel: What's this?

Bobby, hugging Archangel: Affection!

Archangel: Disgusting.

Archangel:... Do it again.

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Kickin: You know, (Y/n), when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Archangel: ...

Archangel: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns?

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*One of the many, MANY fights before the events of Fallen Angel*

Dogday: You tricked me!

Archangel: I deceived you. 'Trick' makes it sound like we have a friendly relationship.

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Archangel: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Dogday: (Y/n), no.

Hoppy and Catnap: Mistlefoe.

Dogday: Please stop encouraging them.

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Archangel: I have a plan.

Dogday: No murder!

Archangel: ...

Dogday: ...

Archangel: I no longer have a plan.

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Archangel: If I die, you can have what little I own.

Bobby: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die?

Archangel: My unending existence is fueled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.

Bobby:

Bubba, sighing: Let me call your therapist again.

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Archangel: I'm bored, any suggestions?

Catnap: Sleeping is nice.

Archangel: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I'm deciding to ignore it.

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Hoppy: You think you're smarter than everyone else.

Bubba: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

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Kickin: So, I MEANT to say: "Oh crap, I left my phone my car," but what I ALMOST said was "Oh no, I left my cone in my phar," and damn, wouldn't that have been embarrassing, but I caught myself, and what I ACTUALLY said was:

Kickin: "Ah, my fart cone."

Kickin: So, anyway...

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Archangel: I know you don't have to listen to me...

Z: Glad we agree on something.

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Dogday: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Archangel: You mean literally or figuratively?

Dogday: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

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Dogday: (Y/n), I am questioning your sanity...

Hoppy: I never questioned it. I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

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Catnap: Why is Hoppy rolling on the floor laughing? And what happened to Kickin's head?

Archangel, sighing: Kickin was about to hit his head on the door frame, so I told him to duck and he quacked at me.

Archangel: And then he hit his head.

Catnap: *wheezes*

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Nova’s Notes - DD - May 8th

That’s right, I’m deciding to give my thoughts a cheesy name because why not (also it’s late oops).

So this may be one of my favorite entires of the entire book. My first go-around it was for the mirror-yeet scene (because that’s iconic) and Dracula being The Housekeeper of all timeTM, but now it’s also one of my favorites because of how much we learn about Jonathan.

They say you learn the most about a person when they’re in crisis mode, and while I don’t always think that’s true, Stoker definitely wanted to let Jonathan’s personality shine through here.

From the first passage, he’s literally guessed that Dracula is undead. “I fear I am the only living soul here.” Sure, he might mean that he’s the only present soul, if Dracula’s left the building, but since he describes the mirror yeeting scene right after…idk, I’d like to think he knows way more than we ever gave him credit for. “Clueless Jonathan” who? Is the clueless in the room with us?

Also going back to the first sentence where he describes worrying he was getting too wordy, but now being glad he did…oof. I feel for him here. If my theory is correct that he was initially writing in a more detailed way for Mina so he could remember his travels for later…I’m sure it’s hitting him now that while it may be saving his life that he’s more detailed, it’s so twisted that something he did as a note of affection has soured. I wonder if he’s thinking about how he may never get out of this, or if that hasn’t fully hit him yet.

Moving on to everyone’s favorite mirror-yeet scene, think about how Jonathan reacts when he’s caught off guard by Dracula because he didn’t see his reflection. How would most protagonists react? Probably laugh nervously and brush it off. Attribute it to some mistake on his part, which is exactly what Jonathan does *at first*. But after, he looks at Dracula and then looks back at the mirror to confirm his suspicions are correct, which they are. It’s an interesting moment and not one I think we see often at the beginning of a horror story (I don’t consume much horror though, so correct me if I’m wrong!). Usually, a character won’t get to this level of observation until towards the middle/end, when more supernatural elements have occurred. Jonathan may have second guessed his instincts, but checking them again is what makes him more likely to survive Castle Dracula.

Plus, when Dracula makes a move to attack him, his first instinct is to dodge the attack, showing that he’s not just going to freeze up at the first sign of trouble (which I want to emphasize isn’t a problem normally, but he is dealing with a thousands-of-years-old vampire…so, he has to be quick on his feet to survive).

Afterwards, he says he is annoyed at losing his mirror rather than disturbed, but I saw another post saying he’s repressing his panic as annoying (I’ll link it if I find it again) and I definitely think that’s true!! I can totally see that as his coping mechanism. Plus, compared to the rest of what happens for him today, it really is more of an annoyance than anything else. Would you rather your host throw away your mirror or lock you in a castle?

So after that horrific scene of terror, Jonathan is proactive in searching the castle. After finding a beautiful — but slightly horrifying landscape (you know it’s bad when he doesn’t stop to describe the view) — he decides to explore further, which leads him to figure out almost every other door is locked, including the front one to find, yep you guessed it…he’s a prisoner in the castle.

As I imagine most people would, at first he reacts by frantically running around trying to open locked doors like “a rat does in a trap.” The fact that he admits this in his diary (and, by extension to Mina/us) is admirable because it already shows he’s not afraid to be open about his emotions, even if it makes him look weak (which — unfortunately, he would, considering the time period). Most heroes of this period were expected to accept their fates with stoic determination, but that’s not human and that’s not how Jonathan is, either. We’ve already seen that he’s more open-minded than most English men by accepting the crucifix even if he doesn’t understand it and of course the way he shows his love for Mina is atypical for Victorian men as well. Most men wouldn’t go to the trouble of writing down descriptive notes just to recount it for the benefit of his fiancée later. It’s sad, but true.

Once he’s able to regulate himself a bit, it’s time for thinking and strategy, determining that he needs all of his wits to get through this! Once he sees that the Count does the cooking AND the cleaning, though, is when my love for Jonathan reaches an all-time high. He comes to a series of conclusions most protagonists don’t figure out until the end of a novel after way more obvious clues have been laid out for him and it’s only his 3rd day of being in the castle!! They go as follows:

A) Dracula = servants

B) Dracula = driver

C) Dracula = control wolves

D) Villager’s concern/gifts = this is worse than I thought

E) Crucifix = actual help?

F) Get Dracula to talk about himself (not hard) = find more information, but not in an obvious way

I also love that he questions his own biases about the crucifix he was given!!!! When else do you see an Englishman do that in the 1890s of his own volition (aka without someone snarkily telling him to - see BBC’s Dracula if you want an example). I certainly haven’t!

He also noticed that Drac talked about his “ancestors” as if he had been present for their battles (hmm wonder why that is). Hasn’t quite figured it out yet, but there’s evidence that he doesn’t write something down as a fact until he knows it is a fact, so perhaps we’ll see him write more on this later.

Final thought - his reference to Arabian Nights and Hamlet is significant and tragic, but also relatable. I too like to relate my life to my favorite blorbos, Jonathan!

All in all, we learned that Jonathan is very good in a crisis. He’s not stoic like most protagonists of his time period, but he is instead strategic and observant, willing to play the part of oblivious to keep himself alive another day and keep Dracula’s trust. This is likely what’s keeping him alive right now, as an aggressive approach would get him killed. Dracula is all about playing with his prey and keeping the illusion of benevolent host and willing guest — it’s a game of control for him. Breaking this game would mean it’s no fun and no fun would mean Jonathan is no longer needed….

While I know how this story goes, I’m as excited as first time readers to see how Jonathan plays what is, essentially, 4D chess with Dracula!

[mangooes]

Chapter 1 - The Moon and The Star

Chapter 2 - Heartbeats Strumming

Chapter 3 - Hope Is the thing with Feathers

The sound of alarm ringing wakes a certain girl from her dreamland. “Ugh what time is it.." as she groggily reaches for her phone to check the time. “Oh my aeons i’m so gonna be late!” As she jumps out of bed, sprinting towards the bathroom for a quick shower before putting up her high school uniform and dashes out the door running while tying her blue violet messy hair after locking the house door of course.

The girl’s name is robin, just your normal high schooler in seoul, south korea. She is a very well known young artist in the celebrity community, as her talent and love for singing spreads across the world, sometimes a bit of acting. As of today, she is starting her second year of high school. The girl rushed past the neighbors and streets, greeting those who went past her in a hurry.

The clock ticks as she runs towards her school,not wanting to be late for the first day, she runs without paying attention to the tall boy standing in front of her. “Excuse me! Oof!- “ as the girl and the boy fall together on the floor with Robin on top of the said boy. “Uhh, oh my aeons i’m so ,so so sorry!” The girl covered her mouth in disbelief as she stood up hurriedly while giving out her hand towards the boy. The said boy looks up to see the girl’s face with wide eyes as his dark gray ones stare into her light green eyes. The boy takes the girl’s hand, standing up from his previous akward position. “Um aha- sorry about that i didn’t pay attention to my surroundings, are you okay…?” The girl said slowly as she laughed in a silly manner. 

The boy just stared, seemingly in a daze. “Um hello?” The girl waves her free hand in front of the boy, stopping after hearing a certain bell ringing as she turns her head to look at the source of the sound. “Ah the bell has ringed, um im sorry but i need to-“ as the girl turns towards the boy to face him once more she finds herself in shock as the boy’s eyes were now glowing in a terrifying purple color, contrast to the gray colors of his eyes before. Black wisps seemingly surrounding him in an ominous vibe, sensing somethings off, she looks down towards the boy’s shadow seeing multiple purple eyes staring back at her with a nostalgic look, surprisingly comforting, as if she has experienced this before but still it freaked her out a bit. 

“Um excuse me but can you..? Let go of my hand…?” Robin starts slowly as she tries to pull her hand out from the boy’s grip as the boy snaps out of his trance as his eyes turns back to normal and the previous ominous vibe disappears in an instant. “Ah i’m sorry-“ “It’s okay i’ll be going now i’m sorry!!” Before the boy could even finish his sentence, the poor girl runs towards the school building without looking back. ‘This is so embarrassing!’ The girl thinks in her head as she zooms across the many students who greeted her with a friendly gesture as she returns it.

Meanwhile with the boy still standing in his place, his eyes never left the girl. Seemingly staring at her as she dashes away, emotions of longing were seen across his eyes, a yearning for his old lover, to fulfill the promises they made in the previous timeline. ‘I finally found you, Robin...my star....’ His trance was snapped out from the voices within his shadow.

“My king, it seems that she can see us.” A knight soldier of the shadow monarch states. “She looked quite scared of you, my liege, kekekkeke.” The ant king comments. “Yeah she can, though that means her memories are not intact...she doesn’t seem to recognize me nor you all” the boy sighed before giving out a command that has always been his priority in the previous timeline with authority, “Igris, follow her. Protect her like you used to.” “Yes my king, with pleasure.” The shadow knight called Igris says as he disappears, blending in the said girl’s shadow.

The said girl shuddered, catching sight of some trail of black zooming towards her on the floor. ‘What was that..?’ The girl looks around as she looks below to see her shadow. ‘I really need to stop worrying about these things, I'm definitely hallucinating.’ The girl sighed and walked to enter the orientation hallway filled with chatters of students from different grades and classes as she put on a smile without noticing how a pair or purple eyes seemingly stared at her form from her shadows.

Hey guys!! i know i have an acheron solo leveling fic goin on rn but i just feel like i need to publish this robins fic too sakjdnaskjsa i have too many ideas goin on rn LMAOO, so i'll write for them both at the same time! tho for the acheron fic im up to chapter 4 rn but i need to rethink again to make the plot more interesting :")) I'll post the second chapter for this robin fic tonight!! and maybe i'll write for a frieren hunter reader or like a hsr fic in general w no jinwoo in it :(( cuz i wanna start writing for mozee and dan heng too!

[philza-updates]

Bad news for the new Hardcore Season 4 merch line!

[Transcript Begins:

*Phil is playing Minecraft on QSMP, building out a room underground.*

Phil: Oh, *huffed laughter* by the way chat, uh, merch currently delayed. Um *laughing breath* for insane reason, um. *laughs* Dunno if you heard- dunno- dunno if you heard but, uh, the people that run Represent, the company that did my merch, is cameo.com. Um, they just, like- fuckin’- like a few days ago just like-

Phil (up close on his mic for emphasis to indicate that he’s speaking as Cameo.com now): Um, yeah, Represent? We’re just gonna stop. Represent stops now.

Phil (speaking at a normal mic distance again): And, like, everyone working at it just got laid off, essentially. So… *Phil shrugs* we were having some designs worked on and they’re pretty fucking cool and I have them in my other room but they currently are just in limbo at the minute. Pfff *laughs.* Yeah cameo.com shut down represent.com which is the- my merch people. They just went *blows raspberry.* They bought them and, like, a year or two later went *blows another raspberry* and gone. So oof. Oof. Nevermind. But! Potential good news! The artist and the representative that I talk- that I talked to about merch are potentially trying to work something out that I can still get these designs. Maybe. *Phil slightly slams his keyboard for emphasis during the last 2 sentences.* Maybe? I don’t know. I don’t know. I really like these designs. But we’ll see, I have no idea. If I have to start from scratch then we have to start from scratch, that’s just it, ya know? Bom bom bom *places blocks in game* We’ll see how things go. Boosh boosh boosh *more block placing.* So yeah, uh, the plan was to have it come out, you know, pretty soon, either this month or next month and that’s just not a plan- that’s just can’t- that can’t happen anymore.

Transcript Ends]

[alaskan-wallflower]

How you seen/heard of the au where what if pony did drown?

If that where to be true to happen how would the gang feel and what us your opinion on said au?

Oof-have heard of their au

Darry would be distraught. I honestly think he would attempt to end his own life because 1. now he doesn’t have anybody left besides him and Soda and 2. He was the one who made Pony run off. He would never forgive himself even if it technically wasn’t his fault the Socs drowned him

Soda would honestly never smile again. He holds his baby brother dear to his heart and losing him would completely shatter him, especially on top of Sandy leaving and his parents dying. He would never get out of bed. Never eat. Never sleep. Because he stares at the empty side of the bed where Pony was and just breaks down.

Johnny would 100% blame himself. He thinks he wasn’t fast enough and that’s why he died. He never goes to the Curtis house-he can’t out of pure shame. He avoids Soda and Darry and just stays at the lot. He would probably get into bad habits too-alcohol, drugs, you name it. He doesn’t care. Dally’s the only one who can snap him out of wasting his life away but even Dally can’t bring himself to

Dally would be so angry. He would probably kill the two Socs. Like actually kill them. He’s take Buck’s gun and end up in prison for life, or maybe he would even receive the death sentence. If it was the latter he would be fine with it. He doesn’t see a reason to live other than Johnny after that since Pony is considered to be his younger brother. His last words would be “do it for Pony”

Two Bit would probably hang around the Curtis home a lot more, but he would lose his spark. He’d lose what made him Two Bit. He wouldn’t make any more jokes. He’s honestly probably just drink and eat cake all day and maybe he would even just have a mental breakdown where he does something stupid. Regardless things aren’t looking good for him.

Steve is a bit more difficult. While he wasn’t fond of Pony he will not forgive the Socs for what they did to him, to Pony, or to Soda. He would be so pissed and honestly just vengeful. He would encourage Dally to go after the Socs honestly. He would go after them and absolutely jump them with Soda and beat their faces in. It would not end well.

[vioartemis]

I'll die with you (part 6)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After your mom's death, you were ready to kill Ghostface. Whoever it was. At least that's what you thought, before realizing it might be one of your friends Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: Ghostface stuff, death of a character (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Tears were rolling down your cheeks as Gale's body fell to the ground.

You got up, shaking, and punched the button as hard as you could, letting out a cry of despair. The mechanism finally decided to work, and the glass wall started to go upwards.

But it was slow. Too slow to allow you to rush to your mom yet.

As the wall went up, Ghostface looked at you and whipped his blade before turning on his heels, removing what held the stairwell's door closed and running away. You couldn't wait any longer and crawled under the glass.

At the moment, chasing the killer was the last thing on your mind.

You knelt next to your mom and applied pressure on her wounds. But the cut on her throat was deep. Way too deep. Despite all your efforts, blood continued gushing out of the wound.

"I-it's okay... you're gonna-"

"Y/n..." the tone of her voice broke you, and her weak smile didn't help "I'll tell your dad you say hi..."

"Wh- no no no no...! You can't you- don't leave me too..."

Tara was worried about you. Since your mom died, you weren't the same. She could understand that, of course, but you didn't say a word to anyone, including her.

She tried to talk to you, only to be met by dead eyes staring into the void. You weren't responding, even when she kissed you. Sam ended up telling her to leave you alone for the moment, and they both exited the room you were sitting in.

Everything around you was blurred, nothing mattered anymore. Both your parents were attacked by Ghostface, and each time you couldn't save them.

Was continue trying even worth it? You were all going to die anyway. You, Mindy, Lexi, Sam, Tara... Tara...You couldn't stand seeing her suffer again. She was the only thing you had left. The only one.

You couldn't let him take her away from you. Not her too.

The grief you were experiencing since your mom's death was replaced by an overwhelming wrath.

He was not going to hurt her in any way. You would do everything in your power to prevent that from happening. Even if it meant killing him yourself.

Especially if it meant killing him yourself.

Loud voices in the hall made you snap out of your 'trance'.

"I told you it wasn't going to work! Her theory was bullshit, not everything revolves around her!" it was Lexi's voice

"At least she tried to find a plan! What did you do huh? N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Oh no, sorry, you couldn't stop complaining about how you didn't to be the bait! How useful." Tara defended you

"You know damn well that's not true! I tried to tell you all that was a shit plan, that we should- You know what? I don't care. I'm leaving. She can die alone, just like her father."

That sentence made your wounds burn and your rage build up.

Before you could realize it, you were storming out of your room and grabbing the blonde by the collar, pinning her against the wall with force.

"What the fuck did you just say?" you said, teeth clenched

"You heard me perfectly."

You would have punched her on the spot if it wasn't for Tara to put her hand on your arm gently.

"Y/n, she's not worth it..."

You looked at your girlfriend for a second, before releasing the other girl.

"Oof, thank you Tara. Your crazy girlfrie-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence, cut off by Tara's fist meeting her face. She looked offended but didn't try to fight back and simply turned to Mindy.

"You coming with me or...?"

The brunette started following her girlfriend but turned around and mouthed you 'I'll try to convince her', leaving you alone with Tara.

"I thought you said she wasn't worth it"

"Well, I was wrong. Who does she think she is to talk about you like that?" she mumbled

You grabbed her hand gently, thumb brushing over her red knuckles.

"Thank you for punching her, it was satisfying to watch" you said, lips curling up slightly

"Y/n-"

"Where are Mindy and Lexi?" Sam asked, arriving with coffee in her hands

"They left"

"Lexi wants to leave Woodsboro. Mindy said she would try to convince her that it's useless" Tara explained

"And you let them go? Splitting up is the worst thing to do right now!"

"I don't know." you started "Maybe staying only the three of us is the best option."

"What do you mean?"

"Our plan was good; it should have worked. He had no reason not to follow us."

"Are you trying to say that-"

"He knew."

The two girls looked at you with wide eyes.

"He knew...?"

"He knew what we wanted to do. He tampered with the mechanism. He even blocked the doors! That cannot be a coincidence!"

"But how?" Sam questioned

"Someone might have heard us. Or... or one of us is Ghostface"

"Maybe that's what he wants us to believe. He makes us doubt each other and then... He gets us one by one." Tara suggested, way too quickly to your taste

Why did she react this fast? She didn't have that kind of scruples when she accused Damian to be the killer. Why was she being so defensive now...?

You looked at her, eyebrows slightly furrowed. She wouldn't... she wouldn't be Ghostface, right? No, she was with you during every attack.

Which gave her a perfect alibi, said the little voice in your head, speaking for this tiny little part of yourself that thought it might be her.

You were on the verge of slapping yourself for thinking that it could be your girlfriend. It couldn't be her. You hoped it wasn't her.

And if it was her... you preferred not to think about it.

Your phone ringing in your pocket made you snap out of your thoughts. It was a text from Mindy: 'I have a plan. Meet us at the old house near the hospital at 6.'

At the agreed time, Sam, Tara and you were in front of the house, wondering what could possibly be her plan in such a place. The house was decrepit; no one had lived here for a long time.

"Are you sure we're at the right place?" Sam asked

"Yes, there's no other 'old house near the hospital'"

"Couldn't she find a better location...? This house's creepy"

You shrugged. There were rumors in school saying it was haunted by its former owner's ghost. You never believed it, but you had to admit the atmosphere wasn't pleasant.

Maybe five minutes after, Mindy and Lexi arrived, soon followed by... Damian?

"They let you out?" the blonde asked the boy

"I told you I was innocent..." he simply replied

"We still don't know that." Mindy intervened, eye siding him, before turning to you "Why did you brought us here?"

You gave her a confused look.

"What? You're the one who texted me to meet you here!"

"I did not? Tara messaged me half an hour ago telling me to come here at 6" the brunette said, confused

You turned to your girlfriend with a questioning look on your face.

"I didn't text you?"

"Yes you did"

Mindy took out her phone and showed the text. It was indeed from Tara.

"I got the same" Damian added, showing his phone too

You showed them what you received too, more confused than ever.

Just when you thought things couldn't get weirder, someone else arrived. Sidney Prescott, your 'aunt'. Why was she here? Wasn't she supposed to stay with Mark and their daughters?

"Sidney? What are you doing here?"

"Your mom texted me. She said you would need my help here and that without me it wouldn't work"

Your heart sank at her words.

"When did she text you...?"

"Maybe two hours ago. Why?"

Your eyes widened and your heart started beating faster.

"W-we need to get the fuck out of here..."

"What? Y/n what are you-"

"She can't have texted you"

"Why?"

"Because I killed her."

The voice made you all jump. You turned around, only to be met by a tall, black figure standing in front of you. Ghostface was here.

It was a trap. There was no way out, he was in front of the garden's exit. The only option you had was going in the house. Into his trap.

He had planned everything; lured you here and blocked the way out so you were forced to go inside. You couldn't escape.

When the killer took a step closer, knife out, you all ran in the house, except for Sidney who took out a gun and tried to shoot him. You didn't know if she got him of not, but she soon followed you inside.

You slammed the door shut as soon as Sidney got in, and Tara and Sam pushed a cupboard against it, keeping it close. Damian took out his phone and dialed 911.

"Shit, there's no network here..."

"What do we do then? We can't call the police nor go outside!" Lexi complained

"We try to stay alive" Sidney said calmly

"And we kill him." you added

"No more 'we arrest him'? Now you want to kill him? May I remind you that last time your plan failed miserably."

If Sidney and Damian hadn't held you back, you would have punched her way harder than what Tara did earlier.

"Y/n calm down, now isn't the time to-"

Sidney got cut off by Ghostface, bursting through the door on the other side of the room and throwing a chair at her. The three of you bent down to dodge the flying object.

From your position, you saw Tara and Mindy running away through the right door. Sam and Lexi tried to follow them, but Ghostface stood in their way, forcing them to go somewhere else.

Damian grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, away from the killer. You tried to pull Sidney with you, but she didn't move, gun in hand.

You followed the brunet across the house, trying to sow your pursuer. You stopped after a minute, out of breath.

"I- I think he's not after us..." the boy said

You nodded, hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

You hoped none of your friends was getting killed. At least they were in groups of two... Which could be deadly if one of them happened to be the killer.

What weird groups now that you thought of it. Tara didn't try to get to you like she did before. Mindy and Lexi didn't try to be together either.

Sam and Lexi didn't have the time to get to them, but Tara and Mindy were the first ones to run. They had the time to go with whoever they wanted. Why didn't they try to go with their girlfriends?

Here it was again. The little voice in your head telling you that Tara might be Ghostface. And again, you tried not to think about it.

"Y/n-"

Damian got cut off by the second door opening itself, revealing Ghostface. Maybe he was after you. As he rushed to you, you grabbed the nearest object, a lamp, and threw it to him.

It was your turn to grab Damian's wrist this time, pulling him out of the room and running away. You had no idea where you were in the house. Everything looked the same.

At one point, you end up at a crossroads. You could hear Ghostface running behind you, you had to think fast.

"Go left" you said

"What?"

"Go left, I'll go right. He should come after me"

You didn't let him time to think and pushed the boy to the left, preventing him from getting cut by Ghostface's knife. You sprinted to the right, hoping the killer would follow you.

And he did. He followed you to the end of the corridor. A dead end.

Shit, you thought.

You didn't even get the chance to get to the wall. You felt the blade sink in your back. He was already on you.

You thought he would kill you right away, but instead, he grabbed your hair harshly, knife still in your back.

"Now stop running, will you?"

"What do you want?" you asked, teeth clenched

"You'll see in a minute. Be patient. And stop struggling, I wouldn't want to kill you before the big reveal."

With that, Ghostface guided you to the living room. Six persons were already there. Five of your friends, and one Ghostface.

Someone was missing.

So I was right... There was a mole among us the whole time.

a/n: I'd love to have your thoughts about who you think is Ghostface after reading this chapter, I'm really curious 👀

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