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formylovetodaryldixon · 2 months ago

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"Catching the fox." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif!)

Jesus only caused problems since you, Daryl and Rick met him during a run, but that doesn’t prevent you all from having a little fun. (Even if you come home empty-handed)

A/N: Based on what is probably the funniest episode of "The Walking Dead" to me. I wrote this a while ago but I'm posting it for my friend, who actually finds this funny hehe Sorry if this is long and boring :c Spoiler alert: Jealous Daryl is my favorite Daryl! I hope you like it!

“So… hunky-dunky. Uh?”

In front of you all, an empty, silent road is always pleasant. Nature wasn’t lost after the apocalypse, not completely, and although the green color of the grass disappeared slowly with the passage of time, Mother Nature still retained her place in the world. Sitting by the window in that big truck full of food, the wind pushes some strands of your hair as you breathe in the fresh air. And, sitting in the middle as Rick drives, Daryl glances at you as he checks Denise’s list.

“Don’t…” He says, warning you, making you chuckle. It was the word that Eugene used when he gave Daryl his map, always using fancy ones. At his side as he drives the truck down the hill, Rick chuckles, too. “Why ya never gave me a list?”

You watch the list in his hand and then, you look back at him.

“I think it's impossible to get a high definition TV with surround sound system so I can watch the games again like in those old days. You know, the ones that were on TV before the world went to hell.”

Both men look at you with a funny look, and you look back at the window as the truck approaches that abandoned gas station on the left side of the road. There are papers and trash everywhere, and Rick parks near the gasoline pumps. All of you get out, but since the silent street is free of any walker, you walk around while Rick goes ahead to check the store door.

“We had that shit in our apartment? That round sound thing.”

You chuckle before turning around towards him, smiling innocently.

“Surround sound system, love, and no, we didn’t. We were always fooling around so we never really had time to watch the games. Remember?”

Your words catch him off guard, and his innocent eyes look at you until he understands what they mean. A second later, the boldness shines in his blue eyes and he closes the distance of a few steps between you two. Daryl encircles your waist with his right arm and pulls you gently towards him, his forehead resting against yours.

“Are ya makin’ fun of me, sunshine?”

You shake your head, softly.

“No, but why?” You whisper. “Does that turn you on?”

“Really?” Rick complains, suddenly, closer than you thought he was. “Now?”

You chuckle pulling away from your husband.

“Sorry, bro.” Says Daryl, taking his arm off of you.

Rick looks at you two with a sarcastic expression and raises an eyebrow.

“I regret coming with you two.”

But he is joking and lets it go quickly.

Daryl walks over to the black machine lying in the corner, noticing it is a vending machine turning upside down. Although Denise said it wasn’t of the utmost importance, he wants to go back to Alexandria with a gift for Tara, just because Daryl understood the feeling of trying to do something nice for another person. So, minutes later, Rick rolls over the machine with a chain attached to the truck, and as he gets out and walks towards you two, the glass shows that the interior is full.

“It’s soda and Candy.” Rick says while Daryl removes one of the chains. “Why the trouble?”

“It ain’t a trouble.”

But suddenly, out of nowhere, a man turns around the corner and pushes Rick on his way out, raising his hands in the air as Daryl and Rick take their guns to aim at the stranger, your own hand holding your weapon hidden behind your waist, as a reflex in the face of danger.

The bandana that covers half of his face shows only his pretty eyes.

“Hi.” He is agitated, as if he has run for a long time. “I was just running from the dead.”

“How many?” Daryl asks while Rick steps back to look at the corner of the lonely place, searching for any walkers close by.

“10. Maybe more. I’m not risking it. Once it gets to double digits, I start running.”

Daryl doesn’t trust him, and he keeps pointing at him with his gun.

“Where?”

“About a half a mile back. They’re headed this way. You probably have about…” He wiggles his head, looking for the right number. “11 minutes.”

The distrust doesn’t go away, but Rick is the first and the only one who lowers his weapon.

“Okay, thanks for letting us know.”

“Yes.” The man breathes through his bandana. “There’s more of them than us. Right? Gotta stick together.” He looks at Daryl, due to his gun still pointing at him. “Right?”

Although that stranger appeared from nowhere, he finally lowers his gun, too.

“You have a camp?” The man asks.

Maintaining the safety of Alexandria was the main thing, and being selective with the new people you all let in was the first rule until you all knew they could be trusted.

“No.” Daryl says.

“Do you?” Rick asks.

The man thinks about it for a few seconds.

“No.” He finally says, and then, he looks at you standing next to them. “It’s just you two, with a woman?”

Before you realize what he meant, Daryl raises his weapon quickly, his hand tightening around it in anger.

“Ya want me to shoot ya, asshole? She’s ma wife and you’re gonna say yer sorry.”

The man breathes in and Rick looks at him.

“You better say it now before he shoots you.”

Before looking at you, the man looks at Daryl who is still pointing at him with his gun, so the new one does it. You don’t think what he said was an insult, but it is better to follow the situation calmly before Daryl shoots him for real.

“I’m really sorry, madam. I didn’t mean to offend you.” You move your hand in the air to minimize the misunderstanding, telling him it was okay. “Well… sorry for running into you. I’m gonna go now.” He turns around and starts walking, talking over his shoulder. “This is the next world; I hope it’s good to you, guys.”

Daryl and you share a confused look as Rick watches the man walk away.

“I’m Rick, these are (Y/N) and Daryl. What’s your name?”

The man turns around again and pulls his bandana down.

“Paul Rovia. But my friends used to call me Jesus…” He extends his arms out, casually. “You pick.”

“You said you didn’t have a camp.” Rick answers back. “You are on your own?”

“Yeah.” He looks at you all with a sudden confidence. “But still, best not to try anything.”

However, Daryl doesn’t seem impressed, or intimidated.

“Best not to make threats ya can’t keep, either.”

“Exactly.” And the man starts running out of there.

“How many walkers–” Rick tries to ask, but Daryl cut him off.

“No. Not this guy.”

However, Rick makes his question anyways.

“How many walkers have you killed?”

“Sorry! Gotta run. You should too.”

And he disappears around the corner.

Running into new people is still strange, but that situation was a new kind of strange, and hard to understand too.

“What the hell was that?” Daryl asks.

“Yeah. He was clean.” Rick nods. “His beard, it was trimmed.”

“And he was way too confident to be just by himself.” You say.

Rick nods again, because if the man is strange to you both, then that is more than just a coincidence: something else is happening.

“He didn’t have a gun, either.” Daryl frowns, looking down the path Jesus took.

“We could track him.” Rick put away his gun. “Watch him for a while. Get to know him more. See if he’s really alone. Maybe bring him back.”

“No.” Daryl complains, his voice always low and husky. “That guy calls himself Jesus.”

But then, a noise from the back of the place attracts everyone’s attention: all of you go there, encountering firecrackers exploding in a barrel before hearing the thunderous sound of tires against the pavement.

“Shit.” Daryl says when he realizes the truth. “He swiped yer keys. Didn’t he?”

The moment you all get back to the front, the place is still empty, with the truck full of food moving away up the hill.

“Sorry!” Jesus yells as he drives away, taking the vending machine with him, too.

The three of you stop in the middle of the road, watching with frustration as the truck goes away under your eyes.

“Shit.” Rick says.

The vending machine leaves a path on the middle of the road, like breadcrumbs to track down the thief, until you find it halfway on the way. Daryl opens the case to secure Denise’s sodas for Tara while Rick and you catch your breaths after running up there. The strands of your hair stick to your forehead, while the beads of sweat begin to fall on theirs.

“This is a special request from the doctor.” Daryl says, showing Rick the soda can, opening one to give it to you.

“Hey…” Rick breathes and takes the broken one Daryl gives him. “Whatever she wants. She saved Carl’s life. We didn’t know her, and she turned out to be all right. And if there’s still people out here, and they’re still people, we should bring them in.”

“What? Like this guy?” Daryl points to the road Jesus left.

“No, fuck that guy.” Rick shakes his head and looks inside the machine for something.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, your mind full of thoughts about what had just happened, but without saying anything, at least until you can formulate a coherent opinion.

“What’s on your mind, (Y/N)?” Rick asks when he sees you looking at the ground.

“Well, I just think that…” You doubt if you should share with them what you are thinking, but it is a waste of time while the truck is still moving. “It’s nothing. We should keep going.”

You try to take a few steps but Daryl stops you reaching out his arm.

“Hey.” He says softly to you. “S’okay, jus’ say it.”

You are not naive; you know how that world works now. Not only were the alive against the dead ones. That life was a battle against other people as well. However, not everything was black and white. Or it was?

“I don’t say that what he did is right, but no one steals for pleasure these days, so maybe he did it because he needs it, too.”

Rick wiggles his head slowly, half of him giving you the reason because that is true although nothing apologized what that man did.

“So what?” Daryl frowns, his temper rising again. “Would ya jus’ let him go with our stuff?”

His personality is like a roller coaster, full of constant ups and downs, but luckily, you know how to handle it.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Dixon, and it was you who said I could share my opinion. But I am not saying we should let him go just like that. Hell, no.”

Daryl gives a step back, confused by your sudden change of mood, just like his own.

“So?”

You frown back.

“The truck is ours. And, if in this world the strongest ones win, that will be us. So, we will get it back.”

The force in your eyes and the way you look at him catches him completely. But Daryl is no longer shy, and although he likes your privacy as a marriage, he can’t help but tangle his hand in your hair, softly.

“Since when ya are this ballsy, woman?”

Playing, you push his hand away.

“Fuck you, Dixon. I was like this long before I met your ass.”

“I really hate you both.” Rick says, making Daryl chuckle.

“Sorry, bro. S’jus’… she looks so hot right now.”

You chuckled as Rick raises an eyebrow.

“It’s because we ran until we got here. Now, we should get going.”

At first, you try to be understanding to the request of both men asking you to wait behind the bushes while they surprise the stranger, who just finished fixing the tire of the truck parked in the middle of the road, away from the danger posed by Paul, or Jesus, or whatever he chose to call himself, but you can’t help but compare him to a fox, somewhat elusive, almost slippery as he managed to dodge the blows of Rick and Daryl, who were hit in the stomach and pushed against the truck, respectively.

So, when Jesus turns around, he stops dead with your gun pointed at his face, his hands in the air.

“You would really shoot me in the face just for a truck?”

You tilt your head, taking the safety off the gun your dad gave you for protection before dying.

“No. Not in the face, but maybe in the legs just below the knees so you stop being so slippery.”

He takes a deep breath.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Behind him, Rick and Daryl raise their own weapons, making you lower your own.

“Oh, trust me, pretty boy, I totally would.”

But suddenly, before you can say more, a walker comes out of the bushes, grunting at you all.

“Do you even have any ammo?” Jesus asks, but Daryl and Rick are already tired of him, and both shoot the walker at the same time. “Okay, again, are you gonna shoot me over a truck?”

“There’s a lot of foot on that truck.” Rick says. “The keys. Now.”

In the end, Jesus gives them the keys and Rick ties his hands and feet up to leave him there, on a side of the road.

“The knots aren’t that tight.” Rick says to him. “You should be able to get free… after we’re long gone.”

For his part, Daryl growls when he sees that some of the soda cans had crushed during the fight, with all the content dripping from his backpack.

“Maybe we should talk now.” Jesus smiles when Rick walks away.

“Nah.” Daryl walks pass him by and makes you walk with him to the passenger seat. But first, he stops to shake a can and throws it at Jesus. “Here. In case ya gets thirsty.”

When you two get to the passenger seat, Daryl goes up first, and though he has to move to let you go up, too, he leans down to take you by the waist to help you go up to sit between his legs. You are a little surprise by his action, but he just closes the truck door and chuckles as Rick moves the keys around his finger.

“You were right, (Y/N).” He smiles at you as he starts the truck. “We are the strongest ones.”

As the truck begins to move, Daryl leans back against the seat and shows his middle finger out the window.

“So long, ya prick!” He yells at Jesus.

The loud music in the truck accompanies you all the way. As you lean your arm against the window frame, the wind makes your tied hair move back, in a soothing and peaceful way. Daryl’s right hand continues to rest against your waist beneath your t-shirt, holding you against him while everything around is still fine.

“He ain’t that pretty, y’know?” Daryl says quietly over the music, after a long moment of silence.

You frown, turning slightly to look at him.

"Are you kidding with me? I was just messing with him. Jesus...” But you laugh when Daryl frowns, even though you just said the name of the son of God, not the stranger’s. "That's not what I meant!"

He snorts, but before he can answer back, Rick talks first.

“Hey, look at that.” He says, pointing something on the road in front.

A barn. When you get close, the even path changes for an unstable one as you all enter the barn’s lawn, but, out of nowhere, there is a blow that comes from the roof, getting your attention before theirs.

“You hear that?” You ask as Daryl lowers all the volume of the music.

“I think that son of a bitch is on the roof.”

And then, Rick is really tired of that fox.

“Hold on.” Rick steps on the brake and the truck stops abruptly, throwing Jesus through the air until he falls in front of you all.

But then, he just gets up on his feet, and runs away. It is ridiculous. It is almost comical the way Rick drives to chase him down the field, but in the end, it is Daryl who has enough of him.

“Motherfu-” Daryl stops himself to take you by the waist, and he moves from under you. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Before you react or before Rick can stop the car, Daryl opens the door and gets out of the truck to chase after Jesus on foot.

Rick drives near them as you sigh.

“Sometimes I can’t believe I’m married to that man.”

Rick laughs and tries to move the truck to block Jesus, but that elusive fox is more agile, so Rick steps back the truck as Daryl and Jesus swing from side to side in the middle of the field, waiting for one of them to take the first step.

“We should clear the way for them.” Rick says when some walkers around the place start to move too close to them.

You open the truck door, moving away from it, pulling the knife from the sheath of your waist.

“We came to a conclusion, asshole!” Daryl yells at Jesus, still in the middle of the place when he runs away, so Daryl looks at you two before start chasing him, again. “I got him!”

Some walkers were tied up around another truck, and you and Rick make them fall when they manage to break the rope free.

Back in the truck, Jesus opens the driver’s door and tries to get in, but Daryl grabs him from his jacket and tries to pull him out.

“Come ‘ere, ya little shit.”

No one sees it coming, no one pays any attention, but a walker comes up to Daryl from behind, walking dangerously until it enters Jesus’s view. So he raises a gun, watching Daryl without moving.

“Duck.” He says.

Daryl understands it at once and crouches. The bullet flies over him and enters directly into the walker’s head causing it to fall. Daryl looks back and studies the body on the ground before turning back to look at Jesus.

“Thanks.” Daryl breathes out and punches him on the face. “That’s ma gun! Come ‘ere.”

The shot pierces your ears and Rick’s, causing to both of you to look at the truck in the distance, and you two run to them. Daryl tries to pull Jesus out of the truck, but Jesus knocks it into neutral, and the vehicle starts rolling into a pond behind. Daryl jumps out of the truck and Jesus followed him, but his head gets hit with the door and he passes out. When Rick and you finally reach the place, you watch Daryl moving Jesus with his boot as the truck sinks.

You sigh heavily when you all see the last of that truck before it disappears forever.

The new car you all get is old, ironically, but Rick keeps driving through the silent road in the middle of those huge trees. From the backseat, Daryl pushes Jesus who was still pretty unconscious, but his body continues to fall back on Daryl’s shoulder.

“Is he your new best friend?” You tease him, making Daryl groan. “I’m getting jealous, actually.”

“Be quiet, woman.”

“I told you I could go in the back with him.”

“Yeah?” He says. “Over ma dead body.”

Just to annoy him even more, Rick moves the car so that way Jesus’ body would fall back on Daryl. He growls again, pushing Jesus far from him as Rick drives back to Alexandria.

That same night, Daryl and Rick walk down Alexandria Street back to their homes after leaving Jesus in the basement. He was fine despite the hit, and by now they just had to wait for him to wake up in the morning.

As they arrive at Rick’s house first, it is time to say goodbye.

“It is pretty stupid of us to go out there. Isn’t?” Rick asks as he goes up the stairs of his porch.

“Yep.” Daryl says walking away. “Do it again tomorrow?”

“Yep.” Rick answers watching him go. “Tell (Y/N) to come.”

“Hu-uh.” Daryl waves his hand to him.

Two houses away, Daryl goes up the steps to the porch and opens the door to his house. The only light comes from a lamp on the table in the living room, shining with an amber color. Daryl closes the door behind him and watches you come out of the kitchen.

“There’s a couple of sandwiches in case you’re hungry.”

But he just walks towards you while you stop in front of the stairs. You are tired but it had been a funny day in spite of everything, and you laugh when Daryl wraps his arms around your waist to lift you up.

You hold yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your legs around his waist.

“Nah. Jus’ want some time alone with ma wife.”

#daryl dixon imagine #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon twd

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demonscantgothere · 1 month ago

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Helholden's Masterlist of Haladriel Fics:

I have written dozens of fics for The Rings of Power, featuring Haladriel, under the pen name Helholden, so here is a nice, neat masterlist of all of them in one place.

Epic Multi-chapters:

❀ Litost. Canon-divergence fic set decades after the events of S1 & S2. Sauron thrives in Númenor as the High Priest when Galadriel is taken prisoner, and they are reunited on the eve of disaster. Together, they re-establish themselves in Pelargir, creating Gondor with the help of Elendil and his Men, but deceit and lies run deep and the truth will out. 276k. Ongoing.

❀ Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den. Alternate Universe set in the First Age. The War of Wrath changes course. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod after capturing Felagund in his dungeons, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself. 214k. Ongoing.

❀ Though the Gods and the Years Relent, Shall Be. After the final Breaking of the World when existence is remade by its creator Eru Ilúvatar, second chances are possible. Artanis meets Mairon and keeps coming by to visit him throughout the years. They develop a fast friendship, but it is hard to remain just friends. 25k. Complete.

❀ The Greatest Slavery. Dead Dove. Celeborn is Sauron's prisoner. If Galadriel wants her husband returned to her alive, there are terms. Many years later, Sauron comes back for his daughter, Celebrían. 48k. Complete.

❀ Symbiosis. Modern AU. Galadriel goes out drinking after a bad breakup, and Halbrand shows up to put all the pieces back together. 77k. Complete.

Completed One-shots and Short Stories:

❀ In the Golden Vein of All Your Broken Promises. It's a threesome fic with Galadriel, Annatar, and Celeborn. Pure smut. 15k.

❀ Jewel Spoilt. A tale inspired by The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty with Galadriel as Beauty and Sauron as the one to break the curse Morgoth has lain upon her. 15k.

❀ Crown, and Caress Thee, and Chain. Galadriel says yes, becoming his Dark Queen. Sauron transmutes her into a god in the fires of Mount Doom instead of creating the One Ring. 11k.

❀ Maybe You Were the Ocean, When I Was Just a Stone. A series of one-shots written for RoP Week 2023 featuring various relationships. 11k.

❀ À Côté de la Plaque. Another threesome fic, only this time it's Galadriel, Halbrand, and Bronwyn with a surprise entrance from Arondir. 10k.

❀ Light Weight. A story of Mairon and Artanis told in seven parts, spanning over thousands of years from their very first meeting in Valinor to the Sundering Seas — a tale of touch, obsession, and addiction. 9k.

❀ Heart of Gold. They bang on Celebrimbor's large anvil table, Your Honor. 6k.

❀ An Inexorable Fate. My very first Haladriel fic ever written that started all of this. Halbrand struggles to tell Galadriel how he feels after the eruption of Mount Doom. 5k.

❀ Abundance. Written for an anonymous tumblr prompt that wanted a take on Halbrand’s reaction to seeing Galadriel in the green dress in Eregion for the first time. 5k.

❀ Bite Hard, Lest Remembrance Come After. Galadriel and Halbrand take what moments of reprieve they can behind Celeborn’s back. Always wanting, but never quite together in whole. 4k.

❀ Mortal Laws. Galadriel says yes during Episode 8, "Alloyed." 3k.

❀ Just Deserts. After Sauron's successful assault on Eregion, Celeborn and Galadriel are both his prisoners along with the rest of the city. It's another threesome fic. Enjoy. 3k.

❀ Daughter of Death. ASOIAF crossover. Dany seeks out a sorcerer to help her preserve the life of her baby. The only sorcerer here, the red priestesses whisper, who could cheat death. 3k.

❀ With Music That Scares the Profane. Halbrand wakes up in Eregion for the first time. 3k.

❀ Twain Halves of a Perfect Heart, Made Fast. A child Artanis meets a child Mairon, only he is not an Elf like her. He is a Maia, and he hasn't been on this plane of existence for very long, nor had a body for very long. Artanis teaches him a few things—like friendship. 2k.

❀ Queen of Love and Beauty. A child Artanis reunites with a child Mairon at a festival for Vána the Ever-young and Queen of Flowers in Valmar. 2k.

❀ And I'll Ask for the Sea. The infamous bath!fic. 2k.

❀ It’s the Last Thing I Wanted (It’s the First Thing I Do). Mairon and Artanis during the Years of the Trees. 1k.

❀ Green-Eyed Fallacy. On the eve of the Sack of Eregion, Halbrand tries to reason with Galadriel once more before the war. Only now, it’s too late. 1k.

Completed Dead Dove:

❀ Eyes Closed. Morgoth Bauglir returns from beyond The Void, and draws his wayward servant, Sauron, back under his thumb with the one temptation he can't deny—his Lady of Light, Galadriel. 10k.

❀ Into the Light of the Dark Black Night. Modern AU. He winds their fingers together, holds her hand like a lover that has never caused her harm. Their rings are cold side by side. Metal against metal. A binding link holding them together against her will. 8k.

❀ Dark, Dark My Light, and Darker My Desire. In which Artanis thinks Mairon is her rescuer, but it couldn't be further from the truth. 18k.

❀ Vestige. He wants her for her power. He never wanted her for her love. 3k.

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missadangel · 4 months ago

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Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 13: A New Life in Texas (WARNING +18, Smut, bathtub sex)

gifs by ilovejavierpena - tomshiddles

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One week later...

It was time to leave, you have felt so many emotions this past week. It was not like just traveling to another country.

At first you were angry with your father again for forcing you to go somewhere without asking you. You visited him to talk, yet nothing has changed.

“You don't want to go with him? Okay, then I'll send you somewhere else.” He teased.

“What? No, of course I want to go with him,” you blushed. “Dad, stop it, do you really have to send me somewhere to protect me?”

“I don't want you to stay here after everything and, it wears me out to think that you are always in danger, I promised your mother that I would take care of you and protect you no matter the cost, you will be safe with him. Everything you need is in your suitcase, this is my way, bear with me, don’t be angry with me, okay?”

You were actually grateful as you hugged him tight and said goodbye.

Well all in all he was your father. He has done everything for you, even if it was wrong. If this was exile, you would have gladly accepted it, being with Javi was beyond awesome.

The second thing was about what to do there, after all, he hasn't asked you to marry him or anything.

You had to think about it, but maybe later.

Javi talked briefly about his family, but that was it. It wasn't a country you didn't know, you've been in New York before, but as a tourist. Now you were going to live or stay in his homeland with him.

You can’t be sure for future for now since he wants to protect you more than your father does.

You were nervous and excited at the same time. You had many sleepless nights because of this.

The best thing to do was to go with the flow.

When it’s time to say goodbye to your friend Caroline, you tried hard not to cry, you promised to call her often. You didn't know if you would see her again or how you would find her the next time, but you left her house wishing to meet her again.

Finally all goodbyes comes to end, Javi picked you up and you got to the airport together. You were both excited while getting on the plane.

"I think I'm really going to kidnap you this time," he whispered in your ear.

You giggled. "Should I call for help?"

"Don't bother, baby, the plane is already in the air," he smirked, kissing your cheek.

Through the window you could see that you were floating in the air, whatever was below looked tiny.

"Wow," you murmured as you say goodbye to your country, took a deep breath and leaned on Javi's shoulder.

You wished for a new page, a new life, and this time without trouble, please.

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It was a hot afternoon when the plane landed in San Antonio. There was only one direct flight from Santa Marta, but the distance between San Antonio and Laredo was 160 miles, which meant at least a two-hour drive. So after the flight, Javi rented a car from a rental agency. You took food in the car before you left, and you ate all the way. You even helped Javi when he had trouble drinking his coke and had fun feeding him the french fries one by one. As car drives through the roads of Texas, you enjoyed the scenery, desert-like plains, hills that in places were just sand and rock reflecting the color of the sun.

You poked your head out of the car window, admiring the scenery, enjoying the way your hair blew in the wind.

By the time you reached downtown, it was almost evening and the sun was about to set. As Javi drives, he pointed and told you about the important places around you, the police station where he worked as a deputy sheriff, the restaurant where he and his father used to go for dinner, his favorite bars, and other places around town.

"Amazing," you murmured, it was more beautiful than Cali.

You loved it, you couldn't wait to see everywhere on foot, but it was a long drive and you felt so tired. When Javi stopped at the gas station to get some gas you wanted to be on your feet for a while, you got out of the car and looked around curiously, since it was evening, people were going their home.

Later, Javi came out of the convenience store and walked towards you holding two cold glass bottles of coke. He uncapped one and handed it to you, and as you thanked him and took a sip, someone called out to him.

A guy about Javi's age, apparently he has also come to get gas. As they talking, he eyed you and then turned back at Javi, you blushed, he must have been a relative or a friend.

You opened the door and got in as Javi said goodbye to him and walked to the car.

Javi muttered himself as he opened the door.

"Someone you know?"

Javi started the engine, "My fucking cousin," he hissed.

You looked at him curiously as car started, he obviously didn't like him very much.

Javi laughed at the look on your face.

"He's probably going to tell the whole town that he saw me with an extremely beautiful girl," he said smiling, taking your hand and kissing it.

"What's wrong with that? I mean, people always like to talk about other people."

"You were born and raised in the city, cariño, in a small town like this, people will do anything for new gossip content."

"I guess, I'm the gossip content."

Javi pursed his lips as if he wasn't sure.

"Okay, now I'm officially worried."

"Do you already regret coming here with me?" He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, "No, of course not, I can take it, it's not like they're holding a gun to my head."

Seeing the flash of anger in Javi's eyes, you immediately regretted saying that.

"I mean, metaphorically, I-“

He put his arm around your neck, pulled you against him and kissed you on the head, his other hand was on the steering wheel and he kept driving the car.

“With me by your side, no one will be able to do anything to you.”

You nodded, “I know.”

“Here we are,” he parked the car in the yard of a small house. You looked at the house, it was much more beautiful than you have imagined. It was a small but spacious ranch house with a large porch.

Javi unloaded his suitcases from the trunk, they were all yours, he only had luggagebag, slung over his shoulder. He realized you still in the car, so he opened the car door for you.

“My lady,” he held out his hand to you.

“Mr. Peña,” you smiled, took his hand to get out

“Welcome to your new home then,” he kissed you on the cheek and you followed him as he carried the suitcases to the porch.

“Pops!” he called out, but it was very quiet, nothing but crickets.

“Maybe he went to the banks,” he put the suitcases in front of the door of a room in the hall.

As soon as you stepped inside you glanced over the kitchen, the living room, the furnitures, all in classic Texas style. Just like you’ve seen in the movies.

“It's a lovely house,” you said as you checking the wall decors.

“Come with me,” Javi grabbed your hand and pulled you into one of the rooms.

It was cozy, with a bed with a wooden headboard, a wooden dresser, and walls painted a light grayish color.

Javi hugged you from behind, “so this is my room, or, our room,” he giggled.

His breath caresses your cheeks and you almost forgot all your tiredness when you felt his mustache rubbing your neck.

“Do you want to try out the bed?”

He pulled you gently by the waist and before you knew it you found yourself laying on the bed. He leaned over and kissed you, and you put your arms around his neck.

“Mm, It's really comfortable,” you giggled.

He was about to kiss you again but you both stopped as you heard a loud man's voice.

“Son! Is that you?”

Javi turned his head that way.

“Yeah, it's me pops!” he called out, then grabbed your hand, gently pulling out of the bed.

You both left the room as Javi's father hanging his hat on the coat rack. He approached with smile and hugged his father.

“How you doing, pop?”

“Same old same old,” he tapped him on the shoulder, then looked at you, you were so excited, smiling shyly.

“Who is this beautiful young lady?”

“Yes, let me introduce you to Y/N,” putting his arm around you.

You approached him, “Pleasure to meet you sir,” you shook his hand, Chucho laughed.

“Sir? Come on, honey, call me Chucho, okay?”

“Okay Chucho,” you nodded, blushing.

“You guys hungry? You must be, you’ve came from far away after all,” he said on the way to the kitchen.

Javi looked at you raising eyebrows, you shrugged.

“Okay we'll join you for dinner,” he stepped around the table and pulled up a chair.

“Come baby, sit,” pointing with his head.

“Maybe we should help him?”

“Come on, I'm not too old for that,” he muttered you felt like scolded, so you decided to sit down.

Javi kissed you on the cheek and went into the kitchen, you laughed to yourself as he tried to take the plates from his fathers hand and got scolded by him in return. You wondered if they were always like this. They were so sweet.

During meal you talked to Chucho about Colombia, but he was not a man who askes lots of questions. But you liked him. Obviously he liked you too, you felt pleased and relieved because you have been thinking for a long time that he might not like you.

He never asked about your father, what he did for a living or anything like that, and felt appreciated.

More, you were surprised by the harmony between them, the way Chucho reads Javi and his every move, so he chats with you accordingly, how Javi is super comfortable with him also reads him. So easy, so natural.

Your father has never been like that.

After dinner, sitting on the porch at night, Javi had a cursory conversation with his father about work, you sat with them in silence, smiling. When it got late, Chucho excused himself and retired to his room.

“He's so nice,” you said to Javi as you sat in the chair next to him.

“He likes you too,” he smiled, finished his beer.

“Really?”

“He doesn't show his feelings much, but I'm sure.”

You nodded with a smile, then yawned, he smirked.

“It's been an exhausting day, let's go to bed,” he put his beer bottle down.

“Yeah, I feel pretty tired, can I take a shower first?”

Javi took your face in his hands. “You don't have to ask for that.”

“Well actually since there's only one bathroom...”

You were a little shy and concerned about that.

“It's okay, Chucho doesn't spend a lot of time in bathroom.”

“Hmm, okay, I guess I need time to get used to it.”

Javi placed a warm kiss on your lips.

“I'll help you with that.”

You yawned again as hugged him, he kissed the top of your head and looked at you.

“Why don't we take a bath together?”

“A bath?” raising your eyebrows.

Not shower?

Javi opened the bathroom door. "You grumbled about bathroom, but we have a bathtub that I think you'll like it."

You hasn't been in the bathroom since you came and now you saw the tub, feeling relieved.

"That's more like it."

Once the two of you were in the bathroom, Javi closed the door behind you, turned on the tap, and put the drain cork in the tub. You were watching him pour the bubble bath solution into the running water. As the tub filled, you took off your necklace and earrings, putting on the cabinet.

Javi was right behind you, slipped the straps of your dress and running his lips on your shoulder, you giggled as his mustache tickled a little. Then you turned to him and kissed. As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly while he was busy taking off your dress with his long fingers. Your hands slipped from his neck to his shirt to unbutton it one by one, in a minute, your dress dropping to the floor then his shirt.

And then your bra, Javi undid it and took it off, then with your help he got rid of his pants and underwear and kicked the piles of clothes into a corner of the bathroom.

The tub was fairly full, Javi shut off the tap. He stepped in first laid back at the edge of the tub, looking at you with desire.

“Come on baby,” he licked his lips as he invites you in.

“Looks fun,” you giggled and settled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His wet hands were on your waist, on your shoulders, covering you with bubbles, rubbing gently, it felt so good.

Bubbles let your skin slide effortlessly against his so he pulled you closer, that made you brush against his cock, and he let out a moan of pleasure. Smiling at his mouth, you repeated the motion, teasing him.

You love when he moans.

He was so close to your entrance yet not inside, the bubbly water making everything feel slippery. But you wanted him so badly so you reached down and grabbed his cock and let it sliding inside. He moaned, grabbed your hips thrust up and pushes you down.

He grinned at your moan. "You love it.”

“I never said I didn’t,” you were panting. “And, I love the way you feel inside me Javi,” you barely whispered, he feels your warm breathe against his ear that makes turn him on more.

“I like the feeling of being inside of you, too, baby,” he purred and slid out of you then thrust deeply up into you, making you moan with great pleasure.

You moved against each other in a practiced rhythm, knowing each others' bodies well enough now that they didn't need to speak much. He pulled you down hard against him when he came same time with you, both moaning loud. You were sure the two of you were sloshing water out onto the floor now, but you didn't care.

He kissed you as sitting you sideways in his lap and leaning you into his strong chest.

Then just looked down at you, smiling. “I love you baby.”

“Love you too Javi.”

‘Y/N, cariño?’

Javi's worried voice suddenly woke you up. When you opened your eyes, you were gasping for breath, you couldn't understand why.

Javi put his hand on your cheek and leaned over you, his brow furrowed and his brown eyes looking very concerned.

'What, what happened?’

'Well, you were delirious, did you have a bad dream?

'Yeah?' Suddenly the dream just came back to you.

'Never mind, it was just a nightmare,' you said with a half smile.

‘Do you want to tell me about it?’

You sighed deeply.

'Well, a man had a gun to my head and you rushed to save me, but...' You swallowed. 'You didn't make it.’

Javi sighed and ran his nose through your hair, then kissed your forehead.

‘That will never happen, no one can hurt you, just try to forget what happened, please.’

‘I know, it's just a stupid dream.’

Suddenly your stomach growled and you felt so embarrassed, Javi laughed.

‘Let's get up, dad's probably already awake,' he kissed you again and got up to get dressed.

Sitting on the bed, you having a poker face because you were still in the grip of the dream, didn’t want him to worry.

When he left the room, you went to the bathroom and splashed water on your face hard. As you looked at your face in the mirror, you promised yourself that you would leave the stupid dream behind and try to live in the moment.

As you opened the bathroom door, you heard a woman's voice, walked to the living room, you saw a tall, middle-aged woman with curly dark brown hair hugging Javi.

As soon as she saw you, her mouth fell open.

‘Jesus,’ she raised her hands as she came towards you and immediately hugged you tightly, ignoring your flinch, then pulled her head back to study your face in detail.

‘What a beauty, no wonder why Javi rejected the girls I’ve arranged.’ she giggled, squeezing your shoulders gently, it was hard to tell if she was scolding or admiring.

You felt your face flush.

‘Tía,’ Javi whined.

‘Leave the girl alone Sofia,’ Chucho muttered.

‘Are you Javi's aunt?’ your soft voice sounded like a ringing, and the woman once again looked at you in amazement.

You held yourself from laughing.

‘Sí, cariño,’ she smirked. ‘And you must be the reason that kept Javi in Colombia all this time.’

Well she had a point.

‘Except the cartels,’ Chucho murmured, sipping his coffee.

‘Okay that's enough, come on baby, eat something,’ Javi grabs your hand and pulled you away from his aunt.

He pulled out a chair and sat you down quickly, you smiled shyly.

‘Why don't you guys come round for dinner tomorrow?’ Sophia suddenly asked.

Javi and his dad ignored her but you looked at her curiously. Javi put bacon on your plate blinked at you.

‘Javi, after Danny's wedding you didn't come to our house even once, you went to Colombia all of sudden. Please come round for dinner tomorrow night, Danny will be there with his wife too,’ she said as she clasped his hands together.

Javi rolled his eyes at her and then looked at you, taking your nod without speaking.

‘Okay, we'll be there,’ he said and shoved the whole piece of bacon in your mouth.

‘Eat up baby,’ he laughed at the look on your face.

‘Great, I have to go and tell Bruno right away,’ she said happily and kissed you on the cheek, almost made you choking on the bacon.

“You coming too Chucho?” she turned to him.

“You invite me for dinner? I'll be damned.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic, hermano,” then she looked at you and Javi smiling. “See you tomorrow, cariños.”

She was mumbling something happily as she hurried off the porch.

‘Excuse my aunt,’ Javi said turning to you. ‘We won't go if you don't want us to.’

You swallowed the bacon and shook your head no. ‘No, we said we'd go, we have to go, they're your relatives.’

Javi smiled and nodded.

The next evening, while you were in the room getting ready for dinner, Javi opened the door and came in.

‘You don't need so much make-up, you're already so beautiful,’ he looking at you in the mirror.

‘Well I'm a bit nervous, if they don't like me-’

‘As if such a thing was possible,’ he leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms, watching you with a smile as you brushing your hair.

You turned your eyes to him, he was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, his hair was combed as usual and the brown of his eyes was perfect as always. He was the one who didn't need prepare himself.

He was beautiful.

‘Why are you blushing,’ his hand caressed your cheek.

Am I?

Every time you looked at him you wondered how he could affect you as much as the first time you saw him. And how could you love him more and more every day, was such a thing even possible?

When he frowned and looked at you, you smiled to yourself, being with him, being in his life was priceless.

‘If you don't feel well, we should-’

You shut him by kissing him.

‘Let's go.’

It was evening when you arrived at Javi's aunt's house, not far away. She greeted you enthusiastically on the porch, her husband was just as excited. He was a man of medium height, a little overweight, very cheerful. Javi was holding your hand tightly as you entered the house, but his aunt overpowered him and grabbed you by shoulder and dragged you inside for a quick tour of the house.

Their house was bigger than Chucho's, two stories, with a large porch and wide garden.

With her son and daughter-in-law arrived, she invited you to the table. It was very elaborate, so much food, there were even some dishes you have never seen before.

“What a lovely house,” you said, smiling.

“Ah, thank you, is your home back in Colombia like this? I wonder what it's like,” she handed you a plate of salad.

“Yes, sort of,” you said, taking some on your plate, of course your house was bigger, but you had no intention of saying that.

“What city have you lived in Colombia?” this time her daughter-in-law asked.

“Cali.”

“Ah, Javi, you were stationed there too, right? How did you two meet anyway?”

Javi and you looked at each other, you knew this question was coming but never thought about how to answer it correctly.

“At the bar.”

You both surprised and smiled at each other.

“Aren't they lovely, darling?”

Her husband shook his head as yes so busy with eating meanwhile.

“What about your parents, have they come here too or did you-”

“For fucks sake,” Chucho grumbled. “Let the girl eat something. You invite her to eat or interrogate her?”

After dinner, when they were serving drinks, his aunt asked you about other things, but luckily you were able to handle it.

God, she asked a lot.

Eventually it got late, time to leave

"There's a wedding party at Friday night, downtown, will you be there?" she asked suddenly as you walking out the door with Javi. "It’s Enrique, Javi, you know him since childhood."

She said to Javi, but her eyes were on you.

"Well, if Javi wants to," you looked at his face, he was definitely reluctant but he didn't want to be nagged by his aunt.

"Well, we'll be there, I guess, thanks for inviting us tía," he said, grabs you by the shoulders and leading you away from his aunt with crooked smile.

"Great, everyone will be there, I can't wait to see their faces when they realize what a beautiful lady you are with," she giggled mischievously from behind you as you approaching the car.

The tone of her voice changed when she says that everyone but you didn't care. Maybe she meant that everyone will be staring at you so warns you to watch your back.

"I thought no one here would act like I’m the daughter of someone important," you said, pursing your lips, "I wanted to be ordinary, invisible."

Javi giggled. "It's impossible to be invisible with such beauty, hermosa."

He bent his head and kissed you, his father glancing in the rearview mirror and smirked, you flushed with shame.

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Steps of a Midnight Waltz - Halloween Special

Jenna Ortega x Reader

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Summary: When Jenna invites you to an exclusive masquerade hosted by one of her famous friends, you expect a night of glamour and mystery—but not like this. Surrounded by ghostly guests and forced to relive a stranger’s tragic love story, the two of you must uncover the truth before the clock strikes midnight…or risk being trapped in their world forever.

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The soft hum of the television filled the living room, casting flickers of light across the walls. You and Jenna lay comfortably on the couch, limbs entangled in a way that felt second nature after three years together. It was one of those rare nights where neither of you had obligations pulling you away, and you’d settled into the rhythm of your lazy evening routine. You’d made dinner, and she’d attempted to surprise you with dessert—though the slightly charred edges hinted she might have gotten distracted.

She handed you a dish with a sheepish grin. “Hey, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Definitely,” you smirked, pulling her close for a quick kiss. “But we might need some whipped cream to help with the taste.”

Jenna rolled her eyes, swatting your arm before resting her head against your shoulder, exhaling a contented sigh. This felt like everything you’d worked hard for—a cozy house you could call home, where she could crash after long filming days, away from prying eyes. She even had her own set of keys, a secret most people didn’t know. Just her way of slipping in and out unnoticed, something that amazed you considering her popularity. Sure, fan mail sometimes found its way to your doorstep, and the paparazzi occasionally loitered around your neighborhood, but inside these walls, it was just you and Jenna.

The two of you had just finished watching the latest episode of some murder mystery show when Jenna’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her brows furrowing slightly as she sat up.

“What’s up?” you asked, shifting so you could look over her shoulder.

“It’s Percy,” she murmured, showing you the message. Percy Hynes White—a close friend from the Wednesday set. “He’s inviting us to some Halloween masquerade party in the hills.”

Your eyebrows rose. “A masquerade party? Isn’t that a little… theatrical?”

She chuckled, tilting her head in thought. “Percy always did have a flair for the dramatic. He says it’s exclusive, just a handful of his close friends and some others from the industry.”

You took a breath, considering. Halloween was always a fun excuse to get dressed up, but something about the invitation felt… different. “Exclusive in what way?”

Jenna shrugged, but her eyes gleamed with intrigue. “He says it’ll be unforgettable, that he pulled some strings to make it really immersive. Maybe it’s some kind of performance thing?”

You glanced at the message again, Percy’s words echoing in your mind: Dress to impress, but don’t look too closely under the mask.

Jenna leaned into you, her eyes sparking with a hint of mischief. “Come on, it could be fun. Plus, it’s been a while since we did something different for Halloween.”

You grinned, nudging her shoulder. “Alright, but if this turns into some horror-movie experience, I’m blaming you.”

Halloween night came swiftly as you both got ready rather quickly, ready for whatever the night brought you both. Jenna appeared from her room, adjusting her mask delicately as she walked toward you. She was dressed in a midnight blue gown that shimmered under the low lights, hugging her form and flowing elegantly with each step. Her dark hair was swept back, revealing a pair of sparkling earrings, and the way her mask accentuated her eyes left you completely mesmerized. The faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips told you she noticed your reaction, and she lingered just a bit longer, letting you drink in every detail.

“Close your mouth,” she teased, her voice a soft whisper as she reached for your hand, the warmth of her fingers pulling you out of your daze.

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head slightly. “You’re one to talk.” You glanced down at yourself, taking in your outfit—a well-tailored ensemble that hit the balance between formal and comfortable, a layered look that was sharp and understated, yet eye-catching in its simplicity. Jenna’s eyes swept over you with an approving look that made your pulse quicken.

“Shall we?” you asked, offering your arm with a grin that felt a little too wide, a little too proud.

She took it, her hand light on your forearm as she gave a playful nod. “Lead the way.”

With one last look at each other, you stepped out together, ready to face whatever the night had in store.

The drive through the winding hills of Los Angeles felt endless, the road narrowing as you ventured further from the city lights. Jenna was next to you, her fingers laced with yours, a mixture of excitement and curiosity glinting in her eyes. The invitation had given you an address, but no further instructions, and the closer you got, the quieter it became, the distant sounds of the city fading into an eerie silence. Even the moon seemed hidden behind a veil of clouds, casting a dim, otherworldly glow over the road.

When you finally pulled up to the entrance of a sprawling estate, there was no doubt this was the place. Large iron gates, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns, opened before you, as if expecting your arrival. Beyond the gates, a grand mansion loomed, its silhouette stark against the night sky, ivy curling around the dark stone facade. It looked like something from another era, timeless and haunting.

Jenna squeezed your hand, her eyes gleaming beneath her delicate mask. You could feel her anticipation as you reached the grand staircase leading to the entrance, the sound of distant music drifting through the thick wooden doors. A sense of excitement buzzed between you, but something else lingered in the air—an unspoken feeling of unease.

“Ready?” she asked, glancing up at you with a grin that held a hint of mischief.

You returned the smile, adjusting your own mask. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The doors opened with a low creak, and you stepped into a dimly lit hall, chandeliers casting warm golden light across the marble floors. The scent of old wood, wax, and something faintly floral hung in the air, inviting yet oddly unfamiliar. Around you, figures in elaborate costumes and masks mingled, their faces hidden beneath intricate designs of lace and feathers, jewels catching the light.

Jenna looped her arm through yours, her eyes roaming the room. “This is amazing,” she whispered, her gaze taking in the rich details—the polished wood paneling, the velvet curtains, the shadows that seemed to flicker at the edge of the room, as if watching.

You wandered through the room together, and as you moved, you noticed the guests were unusually quiet, their voices barely above a murmur. Some stood in groups, exchanging hushed words, while others seemed lost in their own world, dancing to the hauntingly beautiful melody echoing through the halls. It felt like stepping into another time, where the past lingered just beneath the surface.

Percy spotted you from across the room and made his way over, dressed in a black suit with a silver mask that covered half his face. His eyes glinted with a knowing look as he greeted Jenna, pulling her into a quick hug before turning to you.

“You made it,” he said, his tone almost too casual, as though he’d expected you all along. He gave a slight nod to Jenna, his voice low. “I’m glad you could come. This place has… a certain charm, doesn’t it?”

You nodded, glancing around. “It feels like we’ve walked into a dream—or maybe a ghost story.”

Percy chuckled, the sound soft and oddly distant. “You’re not far off. This place is full of memories. Just be careful what you wish for.” He gave you both a cryptic smile before blending back into the crowd.

You exchanged a look with Jenna, a shiver running down your spine at his words. There was something strange about the way he’d spoken, like he was in on a secret you weren’t privy to. But before you could dwell on it, Jenna’s hand tugged on yours, leading you toward the center of the room where a small group had begun to dance, swaying to the ethereal tune filling the hall.

As you began to waltz, Jenna’s eyes sparkled beneath her mask. She leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. “Feels like we’re in another world, doesn’t it?”

You nodded, but as you spun her, your gaze drifted across the room, and that’s when you noticed something peculiar—no one else seemed to blink. The other guests moved with a rhythmic grace, their faces hidden, yet they held an unsettling stillness, their eyes unblinking, expressions frozen. An eerie sensation crept over you as you watched a masked couple dance, their movements smooth but unnervingly mechanical, like they were moving on a loop.

“Jenna,” you whispered, pulling her a bit closer, “does anything feel… off to you?”

She tilted her head, her brows knitting together as she looked around. “Now that you mention it…” Her eyes narrowed, observing the room with newfound caution.

Just then, the music shifted, the tempo quickened, almost imperceptibly at first, but then it grew, urging the dancers around you to move faster. There was something unnatural about the pace, a feverish intensity that set your instincts on edge.

You shared a look with Jenna, an unspoken agreement passing between you both. Just as the other dancers’ movements grew frenzied, you stepped away from the floor, hand in hand, leaving the strange whirl of figures behind. With a steadying breath, you guided her toward the lavish refreshment table, hoping a drink might shake the creeping unease that had settled over the room. Jenna’s grip tightened on your hand, her gaze darting to yours with a spark of concern.

“Maybe we should—”

The air grew cold, and a collective whisper echoed through the hall, sending chills down your spine. The dancers froze mid-movement, their heads turning in unison to face you, eyes gleaming with a strange, unnatural light.

And then, almost as one, they resumed their dance, spinning and twirling. The sound of footsteps echoed behind you, and you turned to see Percy standing at a distance, watching with that same unsettling smile.

“What’s going on here?” you asked, your voice coming out as a strained whisper.

He shrugged, his eyes gleaming beneath his mask. “Sometimes, the past doesn’t stay buried. Sometimes, it comes back for those who walk in its shadow.”

A cold shiver ran down your spine as his words sank in. You glanced at Jenna, catching the flicker of unease in her eyes, and a silent understanding passed between you. Something was very wrong here, and you were caught in the middle of it.

You wandered through the crowd, each new step revealing odd inconsistencies that tugged at your instincts. The clock on the grand wall, gilded and majestic, ticked backward in quiet defiance. The ballroom mirrors reflected only fragments of the room, casting eerie angles of the scene but omitting people altogether. Occasionally, the live band’s music warped and echoed, like it was playing from a distant place, the sound bending just enough to send shivers up your spine.

As you both sipped your drinks, Jenna leaned in close, her voice hushed. “Have you noticed?” She nodded toward the guests around you. They seemed lost in conversation, but the same words repeated over and over, as if the entire scene was caught in a loop.

Before you could respond, a woman in an elegant mask leaned close, her voice soft but brimming with urgency. “It’s almost midnight,” she whispered. “You’ll want to take your places.” And before you could question her, she melted back into the crowd, leaving you and Jenna alone with her cryptic warning.

The masked host's voice boomed across the room, drawing every eye to the center of the grand ballroom. With a flourish, he held up a delicate glass, commanding the attention of his guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, you are not merely observers—you are participants! The midnight waltz shall reenact a tale of love and loss, bound by fate and preserved through time."

The crowd murmured, intrigued, and the host’s gaze lingered on you and Jenna. He gestured toward the both of you, his eyes glinting beneath his ornate mask. "Our main players, our lovers—these two shall carry the heart of tonight’s story."

You exchanged a glance with Jenna, a strange sense of connection sparking between you. Before either of you could respond, attendants appeared, offering you each an item. Jenna was handed a simple, elegant locket—a piece that felt surprisingly familiar, almost as though it was meant to be hers. For you, it was a worn leather-bound journal, its edges frayed and soft with age.

“These,” the host continued, “are yours alone, to aid in your journey. Cherish them well.”

The moment your fingers brushed the journal, a strange, unexplainable warmth spread through your hand, as though it held secrets woven through time. Jenna’s fingers traced the locket, her eyes glancing up at you, a look of bewilderment on her face that mirrored your own.

As you returned to the center of the ballroom, the host’s voice echoed through the room. “Embrace the story, become the lovers, and perhaps—just perhaps—you shall unravel the truth bound within.” He lifted his glass high, and the crowd followed suit, toasting to the night’s mystery.

In your search for answers, you managed to slip away to a secluded area, whispering urgently about the strange inconsistencies you’d both noticed.

“This is way too weird,” Jenna mutters, glancing back at the eerily synchronized dancers. “None of this feels right.”

You nod, gripping her hand tightly as you both approach the grand entry doors. “Let’s just leave,” you whisper.

As you push against the door, an unsettling realization hits you—your hands don’t even make contact. It’s as if an invisible force is keeping you at bay. You try again, pushing harder, pulling, but nothing works.

“What’s going on?” Jenna’s voice shakes slightly, and you can see the worry flickering in her eyes.

You shake your head, trying to stay calm. “It’s like… there’s a barrier.”

A heavy silence falls as the panic begins to rise, your hearts racing as you look at each other, silently questioning your next move. But then, footsteps echo behind you.

“Going somewhere?” a voice asks lightly. You turn to see Percy smiling, his gaze too knowing, his presence almost smug.

You glare at him, frustration and fear mingling. “What the hell is going on, Percy?” you demand, stepping forward. “What kind of game is this?”

“Game?” He raises an eyebrow, his smile growing wider. Before your eyes, his features change—his eyes darkening, his skin taking on an unnatural pallor as he shifts into a figure far older, with a sinister, regal presence.

You feel a chill run down your spine as he adjusts his collar, seeming unfazed by your reaction. “Convincing, wasn’t it?” he says, that smirk never leaving his face.

Jenna steps closer to you, her fingers tightening around yours. “We’re not playing your game,” she says, her voice cold, steady.

“Oh, but you are.” He gestures to the ballroom, where guests begin removing their masks, revealing twisted, decaying faces beneath. Ghostly forms, eyes vacant and flesh rotting, continue their dances as if unaware of their grotesque states.

“These guests… they’ve been here for centuries, driven by jealousy. This masquerade began as a prank, a cruel game played on two lovers who were envied for their devotion,” he explains. “But it went too far, ending in their deaths. In their rage, the lovers cursed this place, trapping their tormentors and any unfortunate soul who happens upon it.”

Jenna glances at you, dread dawning in her eyes as the host leans closer, a chilling satisfaction in his voice. “To escape, you must reenact their story. Relive their romance, their tragedy. There are three phases—two guided by the artifacts and memories left behind, but the final phase… well, that’s where all the others have failed. The midnight waltz—their final dance together. Complete it, and the curse is broken.”

You swallow, barely able to find your voice. “And if we don’t…?”

He smiles, stepping back as the ghastly figures drift around you. “Then you become part of the masquerade, like all the others, decaying one slow night at a time.”

The realization weighs heavily on you both as he fades back into the shadows, leaving you surrounded by cursed souls and an impossible task ahead.

The grotesque figures around you move in mechanical loops, whispering fragments of conversations that echo as if from another time. The midnight waltz, a doomed love, the need to break free—it all blurs together, and you can feel the walls of the ballroom closing in, the air heavy with the weight of centuries-old despair.

Jenna’s fingers tighten around yours, grounding you. “We’re getting out of here,” she says, her voice low but unwavering. The strength in her tone cuts through the haze of fear clouding your mind, giving you a renewed sense of determination.

You make your way back to the main hall, hand in hand. The first artifact is on display: a delicate, tarnished locket resting on an antique table, its chain coiled like a serpent around the pendant. You can almost feel its significance, the weight of the story woven into its metal.

Jenna picks it up, turning it over in her hands. “There’s something inscribed here,” she murmurs, squinting at the faint etchings. Together, you decipher the words: Bound beyond time, bound beyond death.

You exchange a glance, both feeling the eerie chill of those words sink in. “It must have symbolized their bond,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “Their promise to each other.”

Jenna’s brow furrows as she looks at you, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. “Are you saying we… we have to recreate that?”

You nod slowly, realizing that this isn’t just about physical tokens—it’s about re-enacting the emotions, the vows, the essence of the couple’s love. “It’s not forever,” you say, holding her gaze. “But maybe… just for tonight, we need to follow the steps.”

Taking a deep breath, she slips the locket around her neck. The moment it clasps, a strange warmth fills the room, and for a brief moment, the faded grandeur of the ballroom sharpens, as if it’s been restored to its former glory. The guests around you pause, their eyes glinting with a ghostly awareness, and the haunting music softens into a gentle melody.

You reach for Jenna’s hand, repeating the locket’s words together, Bound beyond time, bound beyond death. It’s a strange, almost surreal moment, and as the words leave your lips, you’re hit with a wave of emotions—flashes of memories that don’t belong to you. A hidden garden under moonlight, whispered promises, stolen glances. It’s the love story of two people who loved deeply and died too soon.

The vision fades, and you’re left breathless, the reality of the ballroom returning, though now the locket is glowing faintly around Jenna’s neck, signaling the completion of the first phase.

“One down,” Jenna murmurs, a shaky but determined smile on her lips.

But as you glance around, you realize the ballroom’s cursed guests have taken notice, their ghostly forms edging closer, their hollow eyes fixed on the two of you with a mixture of envy and hunger. The first phase has stirred something within them, a reminder of the love and life they can no longer possess.

With a renewed urgency, you turn to the next artifact: a worn leather-bound journal, resting on a pedestal in the corner of the room. Its cover is cracked and faded, as though it’s been handled countless times, and you can almost feel the weight of its history as you pick it up. The journal, you sense, holds the heart of the couple’s tragedy.

Jenna leans over your shoulder as you open the book, its yellowed pages filled with fragments of thoughts, scrawled notes, and images. It’s a scattered, chaotic testament to their love and the jealousy that surrounded it. Some words are scratched out violently, others rewritten with fervor. Over and over, certain phrases leap out: betrayal, envy, forever.

Your fingers trace the words, absorbing the story that unfolds. The lovers had found solace in each other, hidden from prying eyes, but were ultimately torn apart by the envy of those who could not bear their happiness. And in their final moments, they had written their last vows in this journal, hoping their love would survive, even if they could not.

Jenna’s fingers skim a passage near the end. In the midnight waltz, we found each other anew, becoming one, bound beyond envy, beyond fear. She looks at you, a sense of understanding in her gaze. “The waltz was their key… their way of defying the curse.”

You nod, feeling the intensity of the moment settle over you. “If we can complete it, maybe… maybe it’ll break the curse.”

But before you can speak further, a low whisper fills the air. The host has reappeared, his face cracked and ghastly, a ghostly grin stretching across his face. “Close,” he murmurs, his voice an eerie, mocking echo. “But remember, the waltz must be flawless. Fail… and you become one of us.”

The masked guests begin to unmask fully, revealing hollow, decaying faces, their eyes dark and empty. You realize they were just like you, attempting to escape and failing, cursed to haunt the ballroom forever.

Jenna’s hand tightens around yours, her jaw set with determination. “We’re not failing.”

Together, you take to the center of the ballroom. The final phase is upon you, and the music swells, filling the room with a haunting melody. You hold each other, positioning yourselves to begin the midnight waltz, the final act in the story.

As you sway to the rhythm, following the clues in the journal, the air grows thick, almost tangible with the memories of the lovers’ final moments. Each step is a reenactment of their love, each turn a testament to their devotion. It’s as though you and Jenna are slipping into their roles completely, becoming extensions of their story, living their emotions, their desperation to break free.

The guests murmur, the clock strikes closer to midnight, and you both quicken your pace. The music guides you, but something feels… wrong. The room seems to close in, and you can sense the host watching, waiting for a single mistake.

As the final chime rings out, you find yourself faltering, a sudden sense of dread washing over you. Jenna stumbles, but you catch her, your arms wrapping around her, steadying her.

“This isn’t their ending,” you say, voice firm, defiant. “We’re not bound to their fate.”

In a moment of clarity, you realize the way to break the curse isn’t to follow their tragic path but to reject it. Instead of finishing the dance, you pull away from Jenna, breaking the final pose. She follows suit, her eyes wide with understanding.

“No!” the host’s voice echoes, his face contorted with rage. The guests begin to wail, their figures blurring and fading as the room shakes, the walls cracking, the ceiling starting to crumble.

Hand in hand, you and Jenna turn and run toward the grand doors, which swing open before you. You burst out into the cold night air, the mansion collapsing behind you. The sounds of wailing and cries echo as the walls crumble into dust, the ballroom fading into nothingness.

Breathing heavily, you and Jenna look at each other, the weight of what just happened sinking in. You reach the car, slipping inside, Jenna’s hand clutching yours tightly. She’s shaking slightly, but her eyes hold a glint of relief, mixed with disbelief.

As you drive away, leaving the cursed estate in the rearview mirror, you glance at each other, a silent understanding passing between you. The mansion is gone, but a part of you wonders if the shadows of that night will ever fully leave.

When you glance back one final time, you see faint silhouettes in the windows, figures waving. You can’t tell if it’s a farewell or a warning, but as the city lights come into view, you turn your gaze forward, leaving the midnight waltz—and its ghosts—behind.

The weight of the night settled over you as you drove back toward the city, silence stretching between you and Jenna, punctuated only by the quiet hum of the car engine. The experience had left an indelible mark, a lingering tension woven into every stolen glance and shared breath.

Jenna finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think… we actually got out?”

You hesitated, the question hanging heavy in the air. “I don’t know,” you admitted, your fingers instinctively tightening around the wheel. “But we’re here. Together. That has to mean something, right?”

She nodded slowly, though the uncertainty lingered in her eyes. For a while, neither of you spoke, each lost in the events that had unfolded in that cursed ballroom.

The familiar city lights gradually began to replace the eerie glow of the mansion, grounding you both back into the present. The reality of life outside those doors returned with the first streetlight that passed over you, illuminating Jenna’s face with a warmth and familiarity that finally eased some of the tension in your chest.

As you pulled into your driveway, the house stood as a reassuring sight—its warm lights a stark contrast to the haunting shadows you’d left behind. When the car came to a stop, you exhaled, feeling the grip of that midnight world finally starting to release you.

Jenna unclasped her seatbelt and turned to you, a small, weary smile tugging at her lips. “Let’s go inside.”

Together, you climbed out of the car, and as you stepped through the doorway, you felt the final remnants of the night’s dread fall away, replaced by a familiar comfort. You locked the door behind you, the soft click echoing in the quiet house.

She reached for your hand, pulling you gently toward the living room. Settling back onto the couch, limbs entwined, it was as though nothing had changed at all—as though the night’s horrors had merely been a dream.

But as Jenna’s fingers laced through yours, her head resting against your shoulder, you could feel the strength in her grip, the weight of everything you’d both just survived. And despite the questions that lingered, there was a peace that began to settle between you, a sense that, whatever shadows may still linger, they couldn’t touch you here.

As you drifted into the comfort of each other’s arms, the clock on the wall chimed softly in the distance, marking midnight. For a moment, a chill swept through the room, a final reminder of the midnight world you’d escaped.

But then, Jenna’s fingers traced a small circle on your palm, grounding you both. The warmth of her touch dissolved any lingering doubts, and you let yourself sink into the quiet safety of the present, leaving the echoes of that haunted waltz to fade into memory.

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In Your Dreams, Whatever They Be - Part 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (she/her)

WC: 11,789

TW: allusions to death, death, guns, knives, weaponry, kissing, making out, teen angst, stressful situations, demo bats? blood, crying, so much crying, nightmares, allusions to mature content, comas, really anything in Stranger Things is in here because I followed the last two episodes pretty closely.

A/N: Part 2 baby!!! I hope yall really like it. I had to cut some things out because I realized that if I wanted to sleep and be okay with this as my final draft, then things that the reader isn't a part of. doesn't really get told in this fic. (angsty, with some fluff at the end for your troubles of making it through the angst.)

Part One !

You had cried on and off for almost three hours. It wasn’t on purpose, truly, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Once you had managed to move enough, Steve helped you through the gate, before diving through on his own. The entire group was crowding around you trying to see if you were okay, but they just made it worse.

Max watched from the side. Eventually, she had enough and screamed at all of them to back off. She took your hand and brought you into what you assumed to be Max’s room, holding out a hand to stop Steve from following the both of you in there.

“I’ll come get you in a minute, Harrington.” She grumbled before shutting the door behind her.

Everyone tried to crowd around the door, attempting to listen in on what the two girls had to say to one another. No one felt comfortable leaving the only two people to have been cursed, alone, but it’s not like they had a choice.

The second the door was shut, Max was on you—arms wrapped snugly around your waist, face buried into your chest, tears quietly streaming out of her eyes. She had lost Billy, and then she had almost lost you. Your tears started up again just at the thought.

You eventually had made her sit down on the ground with you, your leg was bugging you and if you stood for much longer, you might have collapsed anyways.

“What did you see?” she whispered, after the two of you sat together, holding one another. “Did you see Billy?”

You nodded and bit your lip, letting out a shaky breath. “Yea. I watched it happen. Again. He made me watch as he killed him. ”

Max just closed her eyes and held onto you tighter. You kissed her head and rubbed her shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere Max. I’m right here, alive.”

She just shook her head, and after a moment, she peered up at you, eyes brimmed with tears. “They don’t…” She huffed. “They don’t get it. They don’t know.”

You knew her pain. You knew that Steve was going to ask you about it. You knew he was going to try and comfort you. And you knew he just wouldn’t be able to. “I know.”

You cracked a small, sardonic smile. “Well now we have another trauma in common. I’m sure your mother would love to have me back as your babysitter.”

Max let out a little laugh, which was heard through the door. Everyone eavesdropping relaxed a little bit, knowing you two were comforting one another, but they still felt uneasy knowing that your leg needed to be looked at, and Max shouldn’t be without her headphones for too long.

“You should yell at everyone for trying to listen in to our conversation.” You whispered, kissing her head one more time.

Max smiled again but shook her head. “I want another minute of quiet.” She whispered, holding you tighter than before. You ran your hand over her back, letting her relax for the first time in days, with no one staring at her every move. You started to hum a little bit of Running Up That Hill to her, causing her to smile.

After about seven and a half minutes of being kept out of the room you and Max were in, Steve was losing his mind again. He couldn’t see you and for all he knew the both of you were dead in the other room. Steve was also ignoring the amount of bloodloss that he had, choosing to focus more on the fact that you still being able to walk was a fucking miracle. If the bats had bitten off just about any more of your flesh, they would have hit vital nerves, causing permanent damage.

“Dude. You need to relax. She’s fine Steve. I know you’re all freaked out and whatever, but she’s with Max right now, and Max deserves this break.” Robin piped up, watching him wear a hole into the carpet.

“She needs to rest Robi–”

“We all need to rest Steve.” Nancy snapped before closing her eyes and exhaling. “Sorry. I’m sorry. But you panicking during the one moment when we actually can just breathe is going to make things worse.”

She got up, and walked to the front end of the trailer, near the kitchenette and couch.

Dustin and Lucas turned to Steve. “What’s her problem?”

“Mind your own business Dustin.” Eddie murmured, watching as Nancy watched Steve who was watching the door, who kept looking at Robin for reassurance while Robin was trying to keep an eye on the kids while also trying to keep Steve from freaking out over a closed door. Eddie had decided it was exhausting, and also walked towards the kitchen, trying to find some food to cook up for the gaggle of people in Max’s trailer.

Just as Steve was about to break down the door to Max’s bedroom, Max opened it, staring him down. “Come here Harrington.”

He scoffed at Max and leaned in when she motioned too. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him right up to her face. “Don’t make her talk about what she saw for the next hour Harrington or I will skin you alive. And don’t do anything gross on my bed either. Got it?”

Steve almost believed her. “Ye-Yeah Red. I got it, Geez.”

She nodded and let go of his shirt, stepping to the side. “You may enter.”

Steve looked at Max before walking into the room. Max closed the door behind him, allowing the two of you to have some much deserved privacy for the first time since you had danced together in his backyard.

You were sitting down on Max's bed, on top of the covers, and smiled at him.“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite Doctor.”

Steve didn’t even respond to you. He just walked right up to you, and pulled you into a hug. Somehow, after almost paralyzing your leg, vomiting in the Upside Down, and being possessed by Vecna, you were now comforting a second person; if it was anyone else, you would have minded. But this was Steve, your Steve. His head was buried into your neck as he let out a sob, and you immediately pulled him as tightly as you could against your body.

“Oh Stevie.” Mumbling into his hair, tears in your own eyes.

“Fuck. I l-lost you. You–you–you were floating and I–” another sound passed through his lips. You could feel his tears run down your neck. “I thought—”

“But you didn’t lose me.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of his thoughts.

Desperate to be closer to you, Steve pulled away slightly before coming back in and pressing his lips to yours. There was so much behind it, more than words could have ever described, and you kissed him back. The relief that flooded through his system, as you kissed back, as you pulled him impossibly closer with the vest. His hands were on your cheeks, trying to combine your body with his, intertwining the both of you for the rest of time. The need to feel every part of his body fueled you, as you deepened the kiss, biting his bottom lip, making a pretty sigh leave his pretty lips. Steve used one of his hands to snake around your back and push you into him.

It was intense.

You could feel yourself becoming dizzy from the lack of oxygen but you didn’t care. You wanted Steve’s hands on your body, you wanted to feel him on you, in you, around you. You needed to feel that he was as real just as badly as he needed to feel you.

He pulled away slightly, your lips chasing his, both chests heaving.

“Steve.” You silently whine, kissing him again, trying to get what you want.

He kissed you back, ready to lean you back and fuck you right here.

But as he placed his hands on your waist, and pulled you against him, lips on your neck, your jaw, your leg hit against the frame of Max’s bedside table and you immediately pulled away and swore profusely into Steve’s shoulder, effectively ruining the moment, and shattering the reality that everything was fine.

“Shit shit shit.” Steve pulled away, not fully sure what happened, but when he heard your muffled cries in his shoulder, he started to panic even more. “Baby what happened?”

You just tried to calm your breathing down, choking down the rest of the tears threatening to find their way out. “I-I hit my leg on something.”

Steve pulled away completely, and you let out a sound of resentment, along with some tears when he did. The loss of contact made everything ten times worse.

“I need to get you all bandaged up, pretty girl.” He whispered, placing his hand on your other, healthier, not torn apart by demon bats, thigh.

“It’s gonna fucking hurt Stevie. Can;t I just die from a blood infection instead?” You tried joking but it fell flat since the thought of you dying made him freeze up. “Sorry, bad timing, I’m sorry.”

“It’s, It’s okay.” He whispered, watching as your chest rose and fell, reminding himself that he just kissed you, he felt your breath, you were alive.

“Let's get this over with.” You muttered, grabbing one of the bottles off of Max’s night stand that Eddie had so kindly provided you with, taking a hefty swig of it before handing it to Steve.

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You had fallen asleep from exhaustion about five minutes after Steve had finished fixing you up, which was probably for the best since Steve just laid with you, holding you in his arms, and eventually getting about an hour’s worth of rest that he also deserved.

But sleep was not a luxury you both could afford. Eventually Max was sent in, having drawn the short stick and now being forced to wake up the two worst people on the planet to wake up. She had tried whispering, and then tried speaking to you both, but Steve had just rolled over, managing to cover your ears in the process, subconsciously protecting you from the world of the awake.

Finally, she shook Steve, who sat right up, almost whacking Max in the process.

“What.” He grumbled, noticing how you groaned, stirring slightly at the lack of contact from Steve.

“We have to figure out a plan.” Max sent him the most apologetic look she could, because she didn’t want to wake either of you up.

“Come’ere.” He wrapped an arm around Max, giving her a quick hug. She was a bit shocked at first, but didn’t pull away, not ready to admit she liked the comfort.”

You had opened your eyes, seeing your two favorite people sharing a moment, and decided that it was your time to shine. “You trying to steal my girl Harringon.” You yawned out, stretching your arms in the process.

Max laughed slightly, while Steve sent you a faux glare.

“We’ll be ready in five Max, thank you.” You sent her a soft smile, eyeing her up and down quickly to make sure she was still okay, before the girl left the room, closing the door behind her.

“She has a lot of trust, believing that you won't just immediately fall back asleep.” Steve smirked as you closed your eyes again, head back on the pillow.

“I’ll be so ready in five minutes, just you wait.” You mumbled, already half asleep. Steve placed a soft kiss on your lips, and you hummed in response.

“Baby you have to get up. We have to talk about…”

Your eyes shot open, his words bringing back everything Vecna had shown you. It would have impressed Steve how fast your walls went up, in a matter of seconds, if it didn’t concern him so much.

“Okay.” You shepherd, sitting up on the bed. Steve had offered his hand, and gently helped you off the bed, very mindful of your leg. He helped you limp out of the bedroom, and onto the couch where everyone was waiting for you both.

“Five minutes on the dot.” Eddie raised his eyebrows, all of them watching you and Steve, very aware of the injuries you both were sustaining.

“I’m punctual Munson. Regardless of apocalypse scenarios.” You winked at him, as Steve took his place next to you on the couch, hand on your good thigh, not as interested in the harmless banter between you both.

“I’m sorry, before we begin, when the fuck did that happen?” Dustin interrupted you before you could even open your mouth, staring at Steve’s hand on your thigh. “Did you even ask if you could officially date our favorite babysitter Steve?”

Steve was actually slightly offended by that one. “I’m sorry Henderon, I don't remember asking you permission for my love life to continue, and second of all, I better be your favorite fucking babysitter after everything you’ve put me through.”

Everyone could sense the thinly veiled threat, not one hundred percent sure Steve was joking, but you just rolled your eyes. “About a year Henderson. Is that all?”

Dustin scrunched his eyes together, “He actually worked up the courage to a–”

It was your turn to interrupt Dustin. “No. I did. Any more questions or can we start the thing that made you wake me up.”

Dustin made a face before looking over at Steve, slightly proud of him.

“Let’s talk about it.” Nancy’s voice cut through the silence, looking at you.

“Yeah.” You let out a shaky sigh before closing your eyes, Steve squeezing your thigh. “He-uh, showed me things that haven't happened yet. The most awful things.”

You paused before continuing. “I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins, downtown on fire, dead soldiers, and this giant creature with a gaping mouth, and this creature wasn't alone, there were so many monsters. An army. And they were coming into hawkins, into our neighborhoods, our homes, and then, he showed me my mom, holly, mike, and they, they were all…”

“–Okay but, he’s just trying to scare you, right, I mean, it’s not real.” Steve tried to interject, trying to make it better.

You shook your head. “Not yet. But there, there was something else. He showed me gates, four gates, spreading across hawkins, and these gates, they looked like the ones outside of Eddie's trailer, but they didn’t stop growing. This wasn't the Upside Down Hawkins, this was our Hawkins, our home.”

“Four chimes.” Max spoke up. “Vecna’s clock. It always chimes four times. Four exactly.”

“I heard them too.” You nodded.

“He’s been telling us his plan this whole time.” Max looked over at Lucas, terrified.

“Four kills. Four gates. End of the world.” Lucas looked back at Max, equally scared.

“If that’s true, he’s only one kill away.” Dustin looked between you and Max, trying not to break.

“Oh Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ.” Eddie just placed his hands in his face.

“Try them again, try them again.” Nancy spoke up, looking over at Max, hoping to god the other half of their group would finally be by the phone.

Max tried the phone, waiting, hoping, but the busy signal beeped and Max hung up the phone.

“Anything?” Dustin asked, staring at the phone.

“No. Rang a few times and went to a busy signal.”

“Maybe you punched it in wrong–Try again.” Steve leaned forward, placing his hands near his mouth.

“I didn’t punch it in wrong.”

“Well, I don’t know.” Steve bickered back at Max.

“Dude, I think she knows how to use a phone.” Dustin rolled his eyes at Steve.

“I’m just saying she could’ve typed it wrong.”.

“Steve. Not helpful.” You hit his arm lightly, signaling him to cut it out.

Max tried the number again before hanging up after a couple of rings. “Same shit.”

“How is that possible?” Lucas just stared at the phone

“I told you, Joyce has this telemarketer job. Always on the phone. Mike wont stop whining about it..” Dustin sighed, starting to pace again.

“Okay yeah. But this phone’s been busy for, what, three days now? That’s not Joyce. No way, something’s wrong.” Max looked at you, trying to get some support.

“She’s right. It can’t be just coincidence, it can’t be.” And you gave it to her, agreeing.

“Whatever's happening in Lenora is connected to all of this. I’m sure of it.” Nancy nodded at both you and Max. “But Venca can’t hurt them, not if he’s dead.”

She looked over at you, and you ran a hair through your hair, sighing, prepping for the argument that you were about to start. “Nance is right. We have to go back in there, back to the Upside Down.”

“Woah, No, no, no, no, no.” Steve stood up between you and Nancy, looking between the both of you.

Eddie just kept repeating “Nope.” Over and over again.

“No no, let's think this through–” Steve tried to reason with the both of you.

“What is there to think through!” Nancy argued back at him.

Steve gestured to you. “We barely made it out of there in one piece.” Which caused a flicker of anger to pass across your face.

“Yeah because we weren’t prepared.” You fully stood up, crossing your arms at Steve.

“But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection.” Nancy huffed indignantly. “We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his layer, and we’ll kill him.”

Steve didn’t know what was happening but he did not enjoy both you and Nancy teaming up against him at this moment. Eddie was just shaking his head over and over and over. “Or he’ll kill us.”

“The only reason Y/N survived is because he wanted her to. He’s not scared of us.” Steve shot back.

“And for good reason.” Robin finally spoke, standing up. “We were wrong about Vecna. Henry. One–sorry, what are we calling him now?” Her panic was taking over.

Both Dustin and Lucas said One, while Erica said Vecna, while you and Nancy said Henry, all at the same time, completely overwhelming Robin, and being so helpful too.

“Right. We’ve learned something new about Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One. He’s a number, like Eleven. Only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin–But my-my-my-my point is, he’s super powerful. He could turn us inside out with the snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight.” She took a deep breath in.

“So then why fight fair?” Dustin piped up, “You’re right. He’s like Eleven, and that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven’s strengths. And weaknesses.”

Erica scoffed. “weaknesses? “

Dustin smiled slightly. “When El remote travels, she goes into this trance-like state. I would bet the same is true with Vecna.”

“That would explain what he was doing in that attic.” Lucas’s eyes got wide with recognition.

“Exactly!” Dustin nodded before looking back at Steve. “When he’s attacking his next victim, I’ll bet you he’s back in that attic, physical body defenseless.”

“Defenseless? Yeah?” Steve scoffed, jaw tight, gesturing to his neck. “What about the army of bats.” It came out a little harsher than intended but both he and his girlfriend were down about a pound of flesh each.

“True. We’ll have to find a way past them.” Dustin considered. “Distract them somehow.”

“And uh, how do we do that, exactly?” Eddie looked over at Dustin, going to stand up but sitting right back down since Dustin just barreled through.

“No idea.” Dustin shrugged, and Steve scoffed. “But once they’re gone, he doesn’t stand a chance. It’ll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin.”

“That all sounds good in theory.” Robin looked over at Dustin. “But there is no pattern to Vecna’s killings. I mean at least not one that I can decipher. We don’t know when he’s going to attack next. We don’t know who’s he’s going to attack n–”

“Yeah. We do.” Max cut her off, looking at you. Everyone turned to look towards her. “I can still feel him. I’m still..marked. Cursed. I ditch Kate Bush, I draw his focus back to me.”

“Max–You can’t.” Lucas looked over at her. “He’ll kill you.”

“I survived before. I can survive again.” She closed her eyes. “I just need to keep him busy long enough so that you guys can get into that attic–and then you can…chop his head off. Stab him in the heart. Blow him up with some explosive Dustin cooks up. I honestly don’t care how you put this asshole in his grave. Just…whatever is it…whatever you do…try not to miss.”

You all just stood there, looking around at one another, but Steve just looked at Max. She had become his little sister, mostly due to you, but it didn’t matter since he cared for her so deeply, but when he looked back at you, you both could see the resolve of Max, tears in both your eyes.

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“Check this out.” Eddie dropped a book on the table and pointed to an ad. “

The War Zone.” It was an image of a pioneer, surrounded by American flags and AR-15s, with name “War Zone” completely predicting the font and design of a certain film coming out on May 16th, 1986, you could predict one Steve Harrington absolutely falling in love with and wanting to be the two Romantic leads for Halloween. (but I digress).

“I’ve been there once.” Eddie continued, looking up at all of you. “It’s huge. They’ve got everything you need for, uh, well uh, killing things basically.”

“Do you think fake Rambo has enough guns there?” Robin scoffed. “Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?”

“Well lucky for us, it is, so.” Eddie gave her his signature sardonic smile. “Thi-

This place is just far enough outside of Hawkins, as long as we steer clear of main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops, and uh, angry hicks.”

“If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called The War Zone.”

Dustin nodded at her but Nancy spoke first. “Normally I’d agree, but we need the weapons. So, I think it’s worth the risk.”

“Me too.” You agreed.

“Yeah but is it worth the time?” Lucas looked over at Dustin, who nodded.

“It would take all day to bike there and back.”

“Who said anything about bikes Henderson?” Eddie smiled again.

“What, you’ve got some car we don’t know about?” Steve looked quickly at you before looking back at Eddie. Eddie stood up in his face, smiling cheekily.

“It’s not exactly a car Steve. And it’s not exactly mine, but uh, it’ll do.” You all looked at him, while he looked at Max. “Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandanna or something like that?”

Max went to shake her head before her eyebrows raised.

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You could now add and then cross “stealing an RV” off of your proverbial bucket list. Eddie had snuck around the trailer park in Max’s old halloween mask, looking like a fucking idiot, and had managed to sneak all of you into this random couples trailer. Eddie had slid himself through the window, sneaking up to the front of the trailer and locking the door, effectively closing off the couple sitting outside from their home. Steve had hopped through next, helping everybody jump into the RV.

Eddie started pulling wires, and cutting them, getting ready to hotwire the RV to start. Steve had come up and peered over Eddie's Shoulder.

“Where’d you learn how to do this?” Steve furrowed his brows while Eddie kept focus.

“Well while the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire.” Steve was honestly in awe as Eddie continued to work his magic. “Now I swore to myself that I wouldn’t wind up like he did, but now, I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, I’m really living up to the Munson name.” You were in the back making sure everyone got through the window and staying down, but watching the two of them. You slowly made your way up to the front, listening to their conversation, when Robin brushed past you.

Eddie was sparking the wires together, hoping to ignite the engine. Steve was actually quite impressed with Eddie, looking back at Robin when she came over his shoulder.

“Uh, Eddie.” Robin interrupted. “I’m not sure I love the idea of you driving.”

“Oh I’m just starting the sucker.” Eddie gave Steve the biggest smile. “Harrington’s got her, dontcha big boy.”

Robin rolled her eyes, as Steve gave him an extremely confused look, but was interrupted by the start of the engine. CCR’s Up Around the Bend started playing as the RV rumbled to life. You heard the couple outside screaming as they realized what was about to happen. They were banging on the door, while all three of the idiots up front just stared at them.

“MOVE.” You yelled at the statues before they all started to scramble. Eddie smiled at Steve before dashing into the back with Robin while Steve clambered into the driver’s seat just mumbling shit over and over again.

“It’s just a car.” He reassured himself before yelling at everyone in the back. “Everybody hang onto something.”

Everyone in the back was freaking out, grabbing pillows to brace for impact, grabbing onto the cushions or the couch, or even the ground.

“Dive Steve DRIVE.” Dustin let out a guttural scream as Steve hit the gas, pulling away from the site, and out of the trailer park. “Shit they look pissed.” Dustin looked over at Robin.

“I mean it’s not everyday you lose your house and your car in one fell swoop.”

“Hold on, HOLD ON!” Steve spun the wheel, barreling onto the road, screeching into the distance. ______________________________________________________

You were sitting in the middle of the RV with Dustin and Eddie, the two of them having a conversation while you eavesdropped on Nancy and Steve.

“How's it handle?” She asked, looking ahead at the road.

“Not half bad.” Steve smiled at her slightly. “Considering that this is a house.”

Nancy let out a small laugh, looking over at Steve slightly.

“Y-Yeah, it’s silly but I…I’ve actually, uh, well I’d always had this dream that like I’d have this really…really big family.” Nancy looked over at Steve as he continued. “I’m talking like a full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids.”

You had smiled slightly, picking out some remnants of dirt. You couldn’t help it. Sure, maybe you didn’t want a full brood of Harringtons, five or six was a bit excessive, but maybe just even the thought of kids sounded nice with Steve.

“Six?” Nancy laughed slightly.

“Yeah six little Nuggets. Three girls, three boys.” Now that made you wanna burst out laughing. Clearly he had been hanging around Robin too much, and you would absolutely be giving him shit for it later.

He laughed at himself for a second, eyes on the road. “And…And every summer, I’d figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and just.” He looked into the rearview mirror, meeting your gaze and smiling softly, speaking right to you. “Just, see the country. You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. End up in some beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand. Learn how to surf, or something.”

Nancy had kept her smile, but her eyes lost the shine they once carried. He was looking at you, not her. And it hurt because she knew it was over anyways, but some part of her always held Steve so closely–first love will do that to someone. She watched as he looked at you, adoringly.

Steve had looked back to the road, breaking eye contact after you had sent him a wink, slight blush on his cheeks. He seemed so confident in the idea. So confident in himself and in you, and Nancy couldn’t help but be happy for the both of you, regardless of how much it hurt to watch the door she thought might always be open become locked.

“That sounds nice.” She said softly, continuing to look at him. Steve looked over at her, before back in the mirror. “Yeah?”

You nodded at him, while Nancy responded, “Yeah..”

She quickly cleared her throat. “Well, um, except for the six-kid part.” And you could agree with her on that. “That sounds like a total nightmare.”

“If only I had some practice.” He jested, waving his hand in the direction of the hooligans, plus you, he was driving around.

Nancy nodded, conceding. “Alright, fair. That’s fair.” The two of them shared a small smile before settling into a soft silence. Lucas had also been watching the whole thing, and turned around, going to sit in the back with Max. You followed his figure back, before turning and looking towards Steve, who’s eyes had already been watching you periodically when he wasn’t looking at the road, causing you to feel a semblance of happiness as you tried to ignore all of the visions of death and destruction that rang through your head. ______________________________________________________

You felt so out of place in War Zone, but Steve managed to fit right in with his denim outfit, and lack of shoes. You all were assigned a couple of necessities to grab so you could be in and out as efficiently as possible. But as you walked into the store, it was filled to the brim.

“So much for avoiding angry hicks.” Robin looked at Nancy.

“Let’s be…fast.” Nancy agreed, before you all split up.

You had gone to the gun counter with Nancy, the both of you being the best with guns, which honestly made Steve question himself when he thought about it a little too hard. Nancy was holding one in her hand while you were still browsing, not wanting her to be alone in a store like this, her feeling the exact same way.

She looked up at the guy at the counter. “How much is this?”

The guy pulled out a box of bullets for her, “$120.99, but I’ll throw in 20 rounds of buckshot for ya.” You and Nancy nodded at each other, muttering something about needing more than that, when your body froze.

“Hey, can I see this pretty .357 please?”

“Nance…” You whispered, and the two of you slowly looked over at Jason Carver, before slowly turning away. But it didn’t matter.

Jason smirked over at the both of you, an air of disbelief in his voice as he held the magnum in his hand. “Nancy Wheeler and Y/N Y/L/N? Wouldn’t expect to find you two here.”

You slowly turned towards him, tight smiles on your lips. “Yeah well, it’s just, scary times .” Nancy answered for you both.

“I’m, I’m sorry about Chrissy.” You said, moving slightly closer to him, and Jason’s face flashed with pain, with hurt. He nodded, placing the gun down. “Want my advice?”

You and Nancy looked at each other before giving him a slight nod. As he slowly walked towards you, Nancy placed herself in front of you, not because you couldn’t protect yourself, because she knew you were about to do the same. .

“Shotguns are not good for much of anything past killing small birds.” He got real close to you both. “I mean, they got power, sure, but not much range. And that’s just gonna force you into close-range combat.”

You could feel Nancy tense up as he continued to get closer, and you were sure she felt you tense up too. His eyes flickered back and forth between the two of you, ultimately landing on Nancy, like a predator deciding which kill to make first. You took a step back, hand trained on the knife you had placed on the counter a moment earlier.

“Then someone can just grab the barrel like this.” His hand came up quickly, and pulled the barrel away from Nancy. “And redirect it.”

“Well you look nervous.” His hand tugging on the barrel.

“Well like I said. Scary times.”

“Now your brother. He, uh–He here with you by chance?”

Nancy’s face flashed something quickly across it. “Mike?”

Jason nodded, eyes grilling into her. “Mike.”

Nancy shook her head slightly, staring him down. “No.”

“I only ask because he’s…he’s in Hellfire isn’t he?”

You looked over and saw Erica, her eyes wide and panicked. You motioned with your hand, below your waist, for her to move away, quickly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jason scoffed. “What about his friends? They here with you?” He pulled the gun closer to him, struggling to gain some sort of control over Nancy.

“Would you let go.” she threatened slightly, trying not to cause a scene, while your hand had already curved around the knife, ready to cause that exact scene. “Let. Go.”

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Steve eventually pulled the RV over into a field in the middle of nowhere. After your daring escape from The War Zone (insert patriotic sounds), you all needed silence, and a place to start bringing your plan into action.

Eddie and Dustin were hammering nails through trash can lids, while Max held down the shotgun so that Nancy could saw off the edge.

You were by the RV, decked out in a clean pair of jeans, a tank top, and a flannel, ready for battle. You had located a couple of walkmans in the RV and was rifling through the cassettes, hoping to find an extra for Max, just in case, and maybe even one for yourself. You looked up as Dustin and Eddie started wrestling around, smiling at the hint of normalcy, before turning to look at the Sinclairs, watching them trying to make spears.

You were right next to Steve and Robin as they were making Molotov cocktails. You had known Robin for a while, having been friends with her back in elementary school, but drifting apart when she went into band. By the time you kind of reconnected in high school, you weren’t super close again, until you both got drugged and slapped around by a couple of Russian hunks a million miles below the Starcourt Mall.

“It just doesn’t make any sense.” Steve held the funnel up for her to pour some gasoline into the bottle.

“What doesn't make sense.” You responded having shifted closer to them.

“That was Dan Shelter. He graduated two years ago.”

Robin was focusing spectacularly on not spilling any gas, but responded anyway. “So?”

“So he’s in college, which means he was visiting on Spring break.” You both looked at him, curious as to where he was going with this. “Fast Times was returned, like, I don’t know, a week ago? Right? Unless she’s got some horndog brother we don’t know about. Which is possible. Or she’s just like, really into Judge Reinhold–.”

“Steve.”

“Nah–What.”

“I don't care. And I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on. Honestly, this feels like the perfect time for that little pull of the rug because in the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low. ” Robin huffed out, trying to get him to listen.

“Yeah. I mean, I get you there, but I still have hope.” Steve sighed.

“You better have a fantastic explanation for that response, Harrington.” You looked up at him, eyes narrowed.

He blushed a little bit and shot you an apologetic look, but you just winked at him, knowing what he was referring to.

“Not everything has a happy-ending.” Robin sighed, looking between the two of you.

“Yeah, yeah, believe me, I know.” You grumbled at her, digging through a new bin of cassette.

“I’m not talking about my failed love life, I-I just, I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that it might not work out for us this time.” She put the gas down and looked between the two of you.

“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve picked up a new bottle.

“I think we're mad fools, the lot of us, but if we don't stop him, who will. We have to try, right? “

“To killing Vecna” Steve held out his bottle.

“Slash Henry.” Robin responded.

“Slash One.” You sighed, hearing them clink, and get back to work.

The Rv hummed beneath you, all of you silent. The radio was playing Journey’s “Separate Ways”, which kept the silence at bay. The tension between all of you was palpable, since you all knew how poorly this might end.

Steve looked over at you, before pulling up to the Creel House. He leaned over and kissed you softly, which made you squeeze his hand. You weren’t happy about this plan at all, but you’d rather part things on a positive note just in case�� You, Max, Erica, and Lucas hopped out of the RV, and towards the house, while the other’s pulled away.

There had been an extensive fight before you all convened to go over the plan again.

“You’re fucking batshit if you think I’m letting you go back into the Upside Down.”

“Oh ha ha did you think of that pun yourself Steve? Since when do you dictate exactly what I do and don’t do?”

You could be so aggravating sometimes. Steve fucking adored how headstrong and independent you were. But boy did it bite him in the ass when you were doing the same thing he was doing to you.

“I’m not the only one who was being eaten alive Steve.” You gestured to his abdomen, trying not to let the memory cloud your judgment

“I-I know. Okay? I know. But if something were to happen to you down there, again?” Steve ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t get your screaming out of my head.” He whispered.

“And you think I can? Do you know what it was like the moment you were pulled under the water? The moment I entered the Upside Down and saw you get strangled but some fucking demonic bats?”

Steve pinched his brow, and paced around. The both of you had enough sense to move the conversation into the woods, far away enough so that your raised voices were barely heard, but your bodies still seen.

“Steve, I can’t just let you go down there without me again.”

“I know. I know. But I can still walk.” It came out a bit more harshly than he intended but his point was clear.

“Oh my bad. Next time I almost get paralyzed from trying to fucking save your life, I’ll think twice about it. Fucking asshole.” You turned and stormed into the woods, needing some air to try and clear your head. Clearly Steve did not get the message that you want to be alone, or he just ignored it and followed you.

“Hey. Hey! Y/N.” He caught your wrist, making you turn around and glare at him, pulling it out of his grasp.

“Leave me alone Steve.”

“No, listen, baby–”

“Don’t fucking baby me right now. You’re not telling me the whole truth, and I don’t want to listen to half-assed explanations. I’ve followed through on better communication so now it’s your turn.”

“If you died in front of me, I’d want to—....” He took a breath. “I don’t want you to go down there because if you got hurt again, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. And if you d-died? If Vecna or Henry or whatever the fuck his name is, is able to-to-to take you instead of Max’s bait? I canno–I will not let that happen. I don’t want you, either of you, to die tonight. But if you’re together, I feel better knowing that you two can be there for each other, and protect one another.”

“But that is not your call to make Steve.” Your eyes had softened, and so had your tone, but you weren’t about to completely give up. “It feels like you don’t consider how I feel about this. Because if you got hurt, or-or worse? Down there? You think I wouldn’t feel the exact same way.”

“I’m sor–”

“Let me finish Steve.”

He just closed his mouth, hands on hips.

“Do you know what it’s like to date someone who undervalues their life so much that they are first in line the second danger comes up?” Steve had never really thought about it before, but you just continued on. “How about dating someone who, at the drop of a hat, would exchange his life for any one of their friends if they were in danger. You are so fucking careless with your life Steve because all you do is care about other people, never yourself.” Tears were threatening to spill but you refused to cry again, all you had done for the past couple days was cry–cry at Vecna’s visions, cry in pain from your wound, cry at almost losing Steve.

“Can’t you be selfish for one fucking second, just for me?”

Steve walked over and wrapped you in a hug, and you immediately clung to him, tears streaming down your face. The two of you stayed like that for a minute, before Steve slowly started to sway you both back and forth.

“What are you doing Steve?” You gumbled and he brought one of his hands up to your cheeks.

“How does it go? Stars shining right above you…Night breezes like to whisper, I love you.”

You shook your head, laughing slightly, before resting your forehead on his. “I’d say it’s close enough, but Vecna might have some choice words.”

“Knowing you are with Max, and not in the Upside Down fighting those stupid fucking bats, or Vecna–Knowing that I’m putting Rob, and Nance, and Eddie and D-Dustin in potentially a lot more danger, by asking you this, is one of the most selfish things I could ever ask from you.” He whispered, he opened his eyes and stared into yours. “Please.”

How the fuck were you supposed to not concede to that. But you knew he was telling you the whole truth, all of it. You kissed him softly, letting yourself get one more, selfishly good, memory into your bones.

So when the RV drove off, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, thinking about the way his lips fit over yours, and the way that through some misfortunate aligning of the stars, you might never be able to kiss him again. But you weren’t going to let that take over your mind right now. You had more important things.

The four of you stood, staring at the Creel House, each with a lantern in hand, before walking up, and through the door.

The sun had gone down, and the house was probably ten degrees cooler than the outside air, which was saying something considering it was fucking freezing outside. You all had headed inside, taking off their shoes to try and make as little noise possible. In fact, you couldn’t hear each other walking around, but you always knew where Max was because of the soft vocals of Kate Bush. You had stayed on the first floor, with Erica, wandering around, hoping to get one of your friends on the other side to make your lights flicker, so you knew it was go time. Lucas was weaving through the second floor, looking around for anything really.

But when Erica waved her hand over at you, when her lantern grew excessively bright, you stayed with the lantern, while she had run up the stairs to get the other two.

As Max got closer, her lantern grew brighter, confirming what everyone was suspecting. Erica quickly wrote out Phase One?, and held it out to you to confirm that it was time. You looked at Lucas and Max before nodding at Erica.

She ran out the door, and towards the remains of a playground, climbing up into what once was a rocket’s shell.

But what you all failed to miss was the man walking his dog, that saw the glowing coming from the Creel House, and the scared child, running for her life.

Back in the house, Max and Lucas were sitting on the second floor, next to the glowing lantern, her music thrumming faintly.

You were across the hall, in what was probably the Creel’s library, searching through books, listening to your own music. Since you had found four more walkmans, and three of them worked, everyone at the Creel House, including Erica, was locked and loaded, fresh batteries and all, with either their favorite song, or one they could consider a favorite. It was your precaution against one of them breaking, or if Vecna had decided to pick you instead of Max.

As your fingers ghosted over the books, your head started to hurt again, causing you to immediately place your headphones on, so grateful for the fact that the trailer you stole must have had a hippie daughter with the same taste in music that you did. The soft lull of the guitar started to play as you tried to find a book to steal while you waited. You almost bumped into a chair, but in doing so found one of the mother’s picture books. You dusted the cover off slightly, smiling when you realized it was their wedding album. You slowly turned through the pages, admiring the long train, and the even longer veil. But they looked so happy, so warm. You almost, almost, started to let your mind wander when Lucas came into the room, alerting you silently that Phase Two was starting. You placed the album down, pushed off your headphones, and followed him to the stairs, where Max was putting on her shoes. You all stood, staring at the thrumming lantern, before Max quickly turned to look at Lucas, a moment of fear and doubt crossing her face. But Lucas nodded at her, putting on a brave face for the both of you.

She took a couple of breaths, before taking off her head phones, and turning off Kate Bush. The house was completely, and utterly silent. Max started yelling.

“Hey!”

Nothing.

“Asshole!”

More silence.

“I’m here. No more music. No more games.”

Max looked over at you panicking because it wasn’t working.

“Do you hear me??”

You just stared at the light.

“What are you waiting for, huh? Come on. Do you want me or not?”

Just then, the lantern started to buzz, and fade. Max looked panicked before her lantern started to buzz.

Vecna was moving.

You grabbed the lantern where Vecna was, and then moved towards Max, all of you slowly moving up the stairs, and following him to the attic. Once you had all made it near the altar, the light just stood still.

“What are you waiting for, asshole? Hmm? I’m right here. I’m right here!”

You moved closer to Max, putting your hands on hers.

“I know you can hear me.” Max continued. “I know you can read my thoughts. Even the worst ones. Maybe mostly the worst ones.”

Max took off her headphones and placed the walkman on the box next to her. You immediately pulled yours off, and swapped the tapes, discarding your tape on the box next to Max’s walkman, ready to place the music on her ears the second she started to float.

“I thought about what you said.” She whispered. “About how I wanted my brother to die.

I thought that you were just trying to upset me, to anger me, but you weren't, were you.. You were just telling the truth. Billy he, he made my life a living hell. Every chance he got ... .So sometimes, when I would lie in bed at night, hope, pray, I would pray that something would happen to him. Something awful. I knew that he drove too fast, so I would imagine him crashing, dying in that stupid car….I just–I wanted him out of my life, forever. I wanted him to disappear. The day that he died, I think that’s why I just stood there, watched. Not because IO was scared, weak, but because I didn’t know if he deserved to be saved. And I've tried to forgive myself. I’ve tried. But. I can’t. I can’t. So now. Now when…I lie in bed at night. I pray that something will happen to me. That something terrible will happen to me. So that’s why I’m here. Because, I just want you to take me away, and I want you. To make me disappear.”

“Is that all true? You wanted Billy to die.” You asked her, chest heaving slightly.

“Why are you talking?” Max looked up at you. “You ever have thoughts like that about me?”

“What?” You took a step back. “Max, how could you ask me that?”

“Normal people don’t fantasize about killing people, Y/N.” Lucas turned to look at the both of you. “You realize that right?”

“Lucas, stop.” You took another step backwards.

“I thought she was getting better, but she’s not, is she? You lied to me about her.” Lucas took a step towards you, and you took a step away.

“You’re sick!”

“Lucas, you don’t mean that.” Your voice wavered.

“Maybe it’s good he takes her. Maybe it’s for the best. She was willing to let someone she claimed to be her little sister die in front of her.”

“Max, please.” Your eyes started to water, as you tried to keep moving back.

“In fact, I’m glad it’s going to be you and not her.” He snapped his neck towards you, glaring.

“You will be the chosen one. The fourth. The final Sacrifice.” Max’s voice became more and more distorted. “It was always you, Y/N. I’ve always wanted you. Because it’s going to be you, that breaks the world.”

Max was desperately waving her hand in front of your face, screaming your name–this was not part of the plan. It was supposed to be her, not you. She couldn’t lose someone else.

“Y/N? Y/N? Can you hear me? Please.” Lucas was calling out to you, searching your face for any sign or acknowledgement, but you just stood there, still, eye’s blank.

“Y/N, where are you going? Don’t be scared.”

You kept backing up, chest heaving. “Stay away from me.”

“Y/N. I thought you said you were ready.” Max was cornering you in. “Ready to Disappear”

“I Said STAY AWAY.” You grabbed one of the jars next to you and based Lucas on the head, and ran past him.

Lucas had run downstairs to signal to Erica that you were possessed, but all he could do was just signal that someone was being possessed by Vecna. Regardless, Phase Three was about to commence.

You had run down the stairs of the Creel house, and opened the front door, only to be met with it being completely boarded up.

“Where are you going, Y/N.” Vecna appeared at the top of the stairs., causing all of the lights in the house to flicker. You bolted into the next room , trying to escape the inevitable. You pulled open another door, only to be met by more wood. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You muttered, trying to pull the boards off of the frame. When that didn;t work, you ran to another door, and then another after that, determined to not give up. You opened another door, which had another door behind it. It was the locker room door at the pool. Billy slammed on the door, screaming at you. “You bitch, let me out of here.” He kept pounding on the door. “OPEN. THE. DOOR.”

You stared at it, terrified, before turning and running the other way, watching the doorway you entered from was covered in boards. You heard Billy shatter the glass, screaming at you, making you run as fast as your leg would let you, ignoring the shot of pain every time you used that leg. You ran straight into another boarded up door frame, turning and facing Billy as he slammed against the door, over and over again, screaming about how he was going to kill you.

You closed your eyes, trying to block out Billy’s screams. Max, on the RV, had told Lucas that he only hides in the dark places, the bad memories, so you tried, so hard, to find your happiest memory. Billy’s attempts were becoming more and more successful, as you pictured your moments. It flickered through summers when you were younger, lips sweet and fingers sticky. You felt the wind in your hair when you were in middle school, going to the drive in with your parents and Robin. You saw Steve. His smile. That stupid, gorgeous head of hair. His hands on your waist. Lips on your neck. Flickers of Steve’s patio crept into your mind. Billy was screaming louder. His attempts were getting better. Steve’s eyes the first time you told him you loved him. His hands on your back, in your hair. You watched as you danced with him, singing to him. He held you so close, looked at you with so much love. You kissed him. You felt his lips on yours. You heard Billy break through the door.

But when your eyes shot open, you were in Steve’s backyard, pool empty, patio door open, but no Steve. It was silent. There were no birds in the background, no wind through the trees, just the sound of your breath. “Holy shit…it worked.” You smiled a bit, looking around in disbelief.

You opened one of the bins on the patio that Mrs. Harrington had insisted it was practical, and grabbed one of the towels, leaning it across the back of the lounge chair, and sitting on it. Humming to yourself, keeping your hopes up.

But as soon as you let your guard down, the umbrella covering two of the chairs started to drip blood. At first it was just one or two drops, but it suddenly became more and more, until the ground was covered in blood, and you were standing with your back to the house.

The radio the Harrington’s kept on in the kitchen switched on.

“But in your dreams whatever they be…” Ella Fitzgerald’s voice lilted throughout the yard, filling up the space. You slowly walked over to the roos, watching all around you, paranoid. You looked behind you, as watched as the rose bushes started to wilt and down, dropping decrepit flowers around the base of it. The grass was turning into a nasty shade of yellow, dying slowly.

“No No no.” You whispered, watching as the paint started to peel off of the porch, off of the siding of the house.

Louie Armstrong’s voice continued the song, haunting your mind as everything around you started to die.

You watched as ash started to fill the air, floating by you just like it did in the Upside Down. Red thunder boomed in the distance, clouds slowly appearing over your memory. You watched the red lighting strike over and over again.

Max and Lucas kept peering out, looking for Erica.

“Why is this taking so long?” Lucas muttered, flashing the flashlight again.

Just then, Lucas and Max heard the front door slam shut, the two of them looking at each other, eyes wide.

“Shit.” Max whispered as Jason Fucking Carver walked into the attic, eyes wide at your form, just sitting on the ground.

“Jason?” Lucas called out. “You can’t be here right now man.”

“The hell have you done?”

“Jason. You need to leave.” Max took a step forward.

“Is this what you did to Chrissy?” He knelt down next to your form.

“Just listen to us Jason–”

“Hey. Can you hear me?” He got closer to you, eyes wide as you rocked back and forth, eyes moving frantically underneath your eyelids.

“Jason, you need to go.” They both tried to get him to listen.

“Hey man. Don’t touch her. I’m not messing around.”

Lucas walked forward, “Please, Please just leav–”

“Hey hey Hey HEY.” Jason stood up, pointing a gun between Max and Lucas. “Back up. Bakc. Up. Both of you. Not another step.”

“W-w-we don’t, we don’t–dont have to do this.” Lucas whispered. “We don’t have to do this man.”

“I hope you’re right.” Jason looked at you and then back at the two kids. “Is there anyone else in the house?”

“No. No.” Max answered for them both.

“Put down the flashlight Sinclair. And turn around.” Jason started waving the gun around slightly as Lucas slowly turned around placing the flashlight on the floor. “Empty your pockets.”

“We don’t ha–”

“Empty. You. Pockets.” Jason sneered at both of them.

Lucas and Max both pulled out the insides of their pockets. Max had a few bits of crumpled paper from when she got nervous, and Lucas had nothing.

“Now this is what’s gonna happen.” Jason quickly glanced over his shoulder. “I’m gonna back away to the top of the stairs there. Then I’ll watch as you wake her up from whatever the hell this is.”

Lucas and Max looked at one another. “We can’t.” Max pleaded with Jason.

“Jason, if we wake her too soon, we all die.”

“No.” He whispered. “You don’t wake her up right now Sinclair, You both die.” He turned off the safety, hands still shaking.

Stars shining bright above you. Night Breezes seem to whisper I love you.

You had slammed the patio door shut, and knocked the umbrella into the pool. You had opened the shed and pulled out a couple of the old clubs Mr. Harrington had royally fucked up, ready to use your All-Star Skills again.

You looked over at the woods, and right where the gate used to be, was the door to the Creel House. Your grip tightened on the club.

“You can’t hide from me Y/N.”

You closed your eyes and pictured Max–braiding her hair, taking her and El shopping, painting their nails.

“You think I don’t see what you’re doing?”

You saw flashes of nights with Nancy and Robin, girls nights with booze and magazines and drunken secrets. You saw hanging out with Jonathan, enjoying the silence of a park, reading together. Flashes of nights where Steve let you all pile into his house, games, movies, safety, happiness.

“You think I don’t see everything?”

Suddenly your mind was filled with Eddie, being chased by bats, leading them away from the camper, Dustin screaming in the distance.

“You thought you could trick me.”

The gun being pointed at Lucas and Max, Jason screaming at the both of them.

“You thought your friends could stop me.”

Steve, Nancy, and Robin attacking the vines in the house, but slowly being overcome– choked by vines, squeezing them tighter and tighter. Their screams fill your ears.

“I see them.”

Flashes of demogorgons attacking Dustin.

“I see your friends.”

Jason yelling at Max and Lucas. Erica being tackled.

“Just as clearly.”

Steve being shoved to the wall, the vines choking him, taking his breath away.

“As I.”

Dustin’s screams for Eddie.

“See you.”

Flashes of the bats biting your leg, pain shooting through it.

“I can feel them.”

Robin slowly loses her breath, frantically searching for Steve and Nancy to save her.

“I can feel them.”

Nancy’s mouth being covered by the vines, her screams being muffled.

“I can feel them dying.”

Steve screams, gasping for air, but it’s not coming. The vines pull tighter and tighter as you watch him suffocate to death.

Your eyes fly open as the first chime of the clock strikes, chest heaving.

“It’s time, Y/N.”

You back away slightly and look around, seeing the death, the gray, the decay. Ella Fitzgerald still singing away in the background, but her voice was distorted, as if it was a different memory.

“It’s time Y/N.”

You turned around right as Vecna lifted his hand, throwing you against the wall of the house, as you cried out in pain, as he slowly stalked towards you.

“You are brave, Y/N.”

You were panting, tears streaming down your face.

“Much braver than Billy.”

You tensed up, glaring at Vecna.

“But in the end, you are weak, and fragile, just like him.”

You were struggling against him with everything you had left.

“Like all the rest of them. And you will break.”

Vecna reached his claw up and over your face, but right as he went to dig his claws into your skin, he was thrown across the patio, and you collapsed on the floor. As you looked up, you could see her–El. She slowly turned him so he was floating, facing her.

“You,” he growled at her.

But El only gave him a small smirk with a “Hi.” before launching him across the room.

You started to stand up, with El running over to you and hugging you tightly. “Are you okay?”

“Huh.” You stood there, not believing your eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked again, pulling away slightly.

“Y-Yeah El, I’m okay.” You pinched her cheek a bit, poked her shoulders. “Are you-Are you real?”

El took your hand into hers. “I’m real.”

“How.” You were starting to breathe at a regular rate, still not quite believing your eyes.

“I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer.”

“What?”

“I–” She was cut off by the sound of wood creaking, of Vecna rising. He stood up, glaring at El and cracking his neck.

“Stay back.” El warned.

They stood across from one another, glaring.

“If you touch her again.” El snarled. “I will kill you, again.”

“Is that what you did?” He hissed back. “Did you kill me? I am so glad you are here, Eleven. This is going to be beautiful. So. Beautiful. And it’s all thanks to you.” ______________________________________________________

Your eyes fluttered open as Vecna approached you.

“Don’t be afraid.”

You were sobbing, struggling against the vines.

“Try and stay very still.”

His claw lifted up over your face.

“It will all be over soon.”

El screamed your name, struggling against the vines,

Slowly, your body floated up to the sky, Jason had stopped punching Lucas and scrambled away. Max was screaming your name, trying to find where you had carelessly thrown your tape. Your body convulsed, eyes and palms towards the sky. She found it on the altar and tried to place it in the walkman, hands shaking.

Your body convulsed. Max turned the volume all the way up and unplugged the headphones, trying desperately to get you to hear the song.

Lucas caught a glimpse of your body and started to punch Jason repeatedly, blow after blow, causing him to collapse on the floor.

Just he stuck his claws into your skull, you heard El screaming. You heard the soft lull of the guitar, screaming as you tried to kick Vecna away. And then it was black.

Your body fell to the floor, landing next to Max who frantically scrambled over to you, holding your body. You gasped, breathing in the air of the Creel house.

“Y/N! It’s me. I’ve got you.”

Erica ran up the stairs, screaming your names.

“We need a doctor,” Lucas was sobbing, trying to get you to focus on something. “Call an ambulance, hurry, call an ambulance.”

Max was rocking you back and forth, trying to calm you down, but sobbing nonetheless.

“M-Max?” You looked up at her, touching her face. You felt like your whole body was on fire, as if the vines had left welts in their place. You leg was numb from all the pain, but you hadn’t realized that one of your wrists was shattered, and so was one of your ankles,

“I-I’m okay.” You hiccuped, trying not to cry in front of the two teens holding you. Even when you were potentially dying in front of them, all you truly cared about was protecting them. Max just sobbed into your hair, holding you tightly against her chest.

Your eyes were fluttering closed. “No no no, Y/N, stay with me. Please.” Lucas started pleading with you, alerting Max that you were starting to drift away.

“I-I don’t…I don’t wanna go.” You started crying, not being able to stay awake fully.

“No please, I got you.” Max was begging you. She kept trying to get you to keep your eyes open, while Lucas did the same.

“Erica Help!” He screamed out, watching as your body started to lose tension, becoming less and less alive in Max’s arms.

“Y/n, Y/n? No no no no No! Stay with me. Come on, please. Please stay with me, Please.”

And that was all you heard as you drifted away, unable to hear them pleading anymore, enjoying the silence, the rest, the warmth of closing your eyes, and not being afraid. ______________________________________________________

One week later, you slowly blinked your eyes open, not used to the bright lights, a deep contrast to the sleep you’ve been in. You heard someone off in the corner, breathing, you knew they were there. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t.

You tried to move your hand next, squeezing it, not realizing you were squeezing somebody’s hand. You vaguely heard your name before trying again. You heard yells and commotion above you, but were put back to sleep when the doctors told Steve they had to take the Catheter out of your mouth so you would be able to eat and speak properly.

Steve didn’t like the idea of you going back to sleep, but he couldn’t argue with the doctors, so he let them, sitting back down by your side, watching, waiting for you to hopefully wake up in the hour they had promised. So when you squeezed his hand, eyes already looking at him, Steve almost broke down right then and there.

“Oh thank god.” He whispered, kissing your hand, ready to climb onto the bed and never let you go.

“Hey champ.” You mumbled, yawning and rolling your neck slightly.

Steve’s jaw dropped, and if you hadn’t been in a coma for a week, he would have actually been pissed. “I’ll be sure to include that the first thing you said, after waking up, ws Hey Champ.”

You shrugged, yawning again, but squeezing his hand. “Felt appropriate since you look like shit.”

“I’ll have to find a mirror.”

“You take that back right now Steve Harrington.” You mumbled, going to cross your arms but flinching. “What…” You looked down at your other arm, noticing the casted tightly wrapped around it.

“O-Oh.” you whispered, everything flooding back to you in an instant. Tears welling in your eyes. “Oh. Oh my god.”

The monitor started to beep quicker, as your whole body experienced the pain from before all over again, you were sobbing, shaking your head, not understanding why you could move your leg and arm. It was overwhelming.

Steve had quickly gotten up and sat on the gurney, pulling you into his arms, being extremely mindful of your injuries.

“You’re okay baby, everything is okay. You’re safe. I’m right here.” He whispered into your hair, cradling you, just grateful for the contact.

A nurse had come to check in on you since your heart rate had almost doubled, but she saw it slowly declining again as Steve held you, deciding to leave the both of you alone.

“W-What happened is everyone…”

Steve pulled you in tighter. “It’s a lot, sweetheart. A lot has happened. And I’ll tell you all about it, I swear on my life, but first, you need to just relax okay?”

You nodded, pulling away slightly, tears still slowly tracking down your cheeks. “Is it rude of me to use the fact that I almost died to ask you to kiss me.”

Steve tensed up at your wording, and you examined his face. “How long.” you asked softly, watching as his eyelashes fluttered closed. He had new bruises around his neck, and some around the edge of his face.

“A whole…” He exhaled slowly. “A whole minute.”

You kissed his cheek, letting your lips linger. “But that wasn;t your fault.”

Steve hated that you could see right through him , know his guilt, know his pain, like you were watching it on a billboard.

“I should have just listened t–”

“No. None of that. We’re not playing the blame game. I am sitting right here. I am okay. That is more than I could have asked for coming out of that. I watched as he–you were…”

Steve’s eyes widened, realizing that he didn’t know what Vecna had shown you.

“I’m okay.” He whispered back. You let your eyes rake over his body, doing your own inventory of things to check up on.

He was wearing your favorite pair of his jeans, with a blue crewneck that had a couple of buttons up at the top that were unbuttoned. “I love when you wear this outfit Steve. It brings out your eyes.”

He looked at you. “And there they are,” you said softly, wiping away a tear off of his cheek.

“I should be comforting you.” He laughed, trying to turn away from you.

“And you will be. I can guarantee it. But I just want to make sure you’re okay before I completely devolve for the next couple of hours.” You were only half joking, and Steve knew that too.

You leaned forward, eyes fluttering shut, and your lips touched his. He placed an arm around you, as if you were going to shatter at any more contact. He sighed, feeling your breath as you kissed.

Eventually, you pulled away and rested your forehead on his. “So give it to me straight Doc.” You whispered. “How bad is it out there.”

Steve almost let out a giggle. “It’s so bad. Like comically, super villain bad.”

“Is everyone okay?”

Steve shook his head. “Can we just sit here? I just want to have you for myself for a while.” he whispered. “I wanna be selfish.”

You nodded, kissing his cheek one more time before resting your head in the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly, and promising to not let go for a long, long time.

As he held you, you started to sing quietly, enjoying the feeling of your arms in his. Your happiest memory, recreating it whenever you can. His warmth permeating your skin, his lips on your forehead, the pretty sigh that left his lips when you started singing.

“But in your dreams, whatever they be, Dream a Little Dream of Me.”

#x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x reader series

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saintsenara · 10 months ago

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living for these asks! i'm feeling enemies-to-lovers today...i'll go for mad-eye moody/barty crouch jr.; mundungus fletcher/kreacher; xenophilius lovegood/viktor krum; vernon dursley/dedalus diggle; ludo bagman/barty crouch sr. :)

thank you so much for the ask, pal! wonderful selection!

barty crouch jr./alastor moody

i back this enormously. you've got the forced proximity thing - because he's got moody chilling in that trunk - and you've also got the fact that barty's canonical daddy issues clearly make him... invested in gaining the approval of older men.

the fact that moody also has an uneasy relationship with barty crouch sr. gives them something in common. and imagine the carnage if we learn that moody also has complicated feelings towards his own father. the role-play writes itself.

mundungus fletcher/kreacher

say what you will about kreacher, but he knows his worth. he's not slumming it with mundungus when orion's trousers are still knocking about.

viktor krum/xenophilius lovegood

have you ever seen the episode of father ted where ted accidentally comes into possession of a huge amount of nazi memorabilia? this ask reminded me of it for some reason...

dedalus diggle/vernon dursley

huge fan of this concept. dedalus is obviously gagged by his ability to drive, and i can see him talking vernon into taking him for a little spin where he stares adoringly at him while vernon explains why nobody with any sense should want the euro.

who could resist?

ludo bagman/barty crouch sr.

a hill i'll die on is that - while i don't think he was a marked death eater/considered important in the slightest by voldemort - bagman was a genuine death eater sympathiser and his collaboration was deliberate. i will also die on the hill that crouch sr. is the only person who sees through his performance in the dock and is furious over the failure to convict him.

and just imagine crouch storming up to bagman in some ministry corridor, hearing "what ho, barty?" in bagman's exaggerated good-fellow manner, leaning in to hiss "i know what you did" and watching as - just for the briefest of seconds - the mask shatters and bagman whispers "prove it" back.

delicious.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships

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berrypass-de-murdler · 6 months ago

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56. The Ruins of a Village

Unfortunately I did not have the time to make a screenshot to go along with this episode like I wanted to, so a cheap doodle will have to do TwT my apologies

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logi goes to another horrible place - Obsidian’s village. It’s empty. Everyone is gone and all the houses are abandoned. Lavender is gone, the- never mind he’s still here. So are Mango and Copper. And another person??

LAVENDER: [whispering] Mister Shadow.

Shadow appears to be just a coat with shades and a hat pretty much, always blowing in the wind. It breathes, but says no words. Is there even a murder to solve?

LOGICO: I found it.

There it is - the daily murder. Mango lurches around the church, how surprising. The others pander about their Lavender and Copper businesses. But Shadow lurches around the houses. Every time Logico looks behind himself, it’s just there in the distance. It’s FOLLOWING LOGICO…

LOGICO: Enough. I don’t want you to follow me.

Shadow ducks behind a building and disappears.

LOGICO: I don’t need another fucking stalker…

He stops and imagines Irratino. As he’s doing so, he sees Copper… knitting. Idk it’s just weird.

LOGICO: Why are you knitting? COPPER: Fuck off.

The killer was that goddamn lurcher! Well, no, not Shadow.

MANGO: You don’t understand. There was a bear. The bear cornered me and the shopkeep in the chapel! He was hungry and ferocious and he meant to eat us. So I knew I had to scare that bear away or else. So I stabbed the shopkeep right in front of the bear using the knitting needles I stole from the officer, which terrified the bear and caused him to flee. LAVENDER: That was a uselessly long paragraph. I was defending Obsidian’s manor with my giant gun so I could steal all her ideas since she is dead. COPPER: Dammit! I was looking for her body so I could steal THAT. LOGICO: So none of you know anything about the ancient ruins? MANGO: I know what I ruined - that bear’s appetite! You should have seen the look on the shopkeep’s face when I impaled him alive!

Mango continues to ramble, and Logico leaves. He stares at the sunset off a hill and begins to cry, when he feels something bump into him.

As the scene plays, so do the first 52 seconds of this song.

Shadow is RIGHT behind him, motionless, EVERYTHING blowing in the wind. A trembling Logi turns around slowly and stares up at the beast. It doesn’t do anything.

LOGICO: L… leave! I don’t… want you.

Shadow falters, then runs away extremely fast until it disappears from view.

The end!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse #Spotify

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anurapoda · 1 year ago

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Could you write some Grian + Etho? Don't care about type of pairing

HELLO ignore the fact it took me several months to write this, but I did it! I did a thing! I even had it beta read!! Just for you! The beginning and middle were written about 2 months before I got around to the ending, so if there's a mild shift in quality that's why. I haven't actually watched the episode where Grian enacts the sword so this isn't going to properly follow that AT ALL but it is inspired by it because at the time it was fresh on the ol' brain

Pairing: Grian + Etho Relationship: Platonic/Ambiguous Content Warnings: blood, injuries Words: 1335

The Sword

In Episode 8 Etho finds Grian exhausted, gravely injured, and without the supplies needed to heal himself. Instead of taking advantage of the situation and ending the last Bad Boy, Etho offers to enact the sword. Fluff ensues as the T.I.E.S member tends to the Bad Boys wounds.

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Grian's breathing was staggered as he clawed his way up the hill towards what was once The Clockers home, now abandoned with the once chaotic family that inhabited its walls dead somewhere in the small world they had called home. The blond knew he'd soon meet the same fate, the blood steadily running down his neck ensuring he’d bleed out if someone didn’t get to him first.

As his nails dug into the soft soil at the top, the avian pulled his body up and breathed deeply. Behind him, his wings hung limp, useless even if it weren't for his cut flight feathers.

Shaking some dirt from them, he didn't hesitate any longer as he made his way onto unsteady feet and dashed towards Bad Boys Bread Bridge and the mansion. There would be supplies there for him to heal. There had to be.

Limping as he made his way across the bad boys bread bridge, he thanked Mojang that no one else seemed to be around. Reaching the top of the mansion, Grian practically collapsed on top of the first chest he saw. Opening it with trembling fingers, he peered inside only for his heart to drop.

Moving to the next one he checked again, surely there would be food or medicine in this one! When the second was also empty he checked a third, then a fourth... his breathing only grew more unsteady as chest after chest yielded no result.

Frantically checking the chests once more, he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him from behind. Didn't hear the sword as it was drawn. Didn't hear the object swing through the air, making contact with his already injured shoulder and sending him tumbling to the side.

Gasping as fresh pain infected his entire being, Grian quickly caught himself on the dark oak roof and fumbled to draw a sword as he stared up at his attacker. Etho.

The man above him didn't give him a chance to stand, quickly bringing another swing down which nearly missed the blond's head as he rolled out of the way. With shaky hands he swung back but was easily countered, the diamond sword clattering to the ground as its owner tried crawling away.

A foot dug into the younger man's back, stopping him in his futile attempt at escape and cutting off much of his already shallow airflow as Etho bent down to whisper in his ear. A shiver ripped through Grian’s spine as he spoke.

"Hi, little birdy~" He sounded almost smug, waiting a moment for a response before giving a small laugh, "Cat got your tongue?"

No response still. No, Grian’s breathing was far too staggered to even dream of responding to the man above him. To the man who was about to end his life. His breathing only staggered more at the thought as splintered nails dug into wood, trying desperately to pull away from the constant pressure on his spine.

Etho seemed to move away from him, foot staying steadily on his back but at least now his mouth wasn’t practically touching Grian’s ear. Awaiting the final swing that would remove the head from his limbs, the blond closed his eyes.

But it never came. Instead, Etho sighed and evenly asked, "Do you want to enact the sword?"

The sword? Grian’s mind raced, what sword? He couldn't think straight, his mind racing far too quickly to properly compute anything intelligent. After a few moments of continued struggling as the pressure on his body only increased, it hit him. The sword!

"Y-yes!" Grian gasped between sharp breaths, immediately feeling the pressure lift from his back. Without a word Etho flipped the man over, checking his pulse as the younger continued to breathe irregularly.

"Ok bud, I need you to calm down, can you do that for me? One breath in," Etho said, taking a deep breath in as though to demonstrate.

Once Grian followed the motion, the white haired man breathed out, Grian did the same. After repeating this motion for several minutes, the blond's breathing evened out as well as it could. It was still rather shallow and not completely even, but it was far better than it had been when the encounter began.

Brushing some hair out of the younger man's face, Etho smiled, "Good birdy, got any healing supplies?"

Grian shook his head, opening his mouth to brush off Ethos concern only to be shushed as the white haired man reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bandages.

As the older man reached out for Grian’s shoulder the blond pulled away and shook his head, “You can’t use your supplies on me, you need them.”

Etho only tilted his head, giving the younger a smile through his mask as her cheerfully replied, “Don’t worry, I got more. Plus I’m not injured right now.”

“Right now.” He echoed, pulling away as the older tried to bandage his shoulder again, “What if you get hurt later, what then?”

Shrugging, the fox hybrid shifted his weight, “You don’t have to worry about me, just let me fix your arm.” He began reaching out again.

“No!” Grian almost yelped, trying to pull away once more only for the older man to snatch his arm up and drag the avian closer with considerable force. Etho barely acknowledged him as he began wrapping the shoulder, ignoring his various protests and pleas to save the supplies for himself.

When the fox finished bandaging the blonds shoulder he leaned back into a crouched position and studied his work with a faint smile before pushing himself to stand properly. Looking at Grian, he tilted his head, “Got any food?”

The avian huffed, staring up at the man with feigned anger, “You’re not giving me your food.”

“Who says it’s my food?” Etho asked with a smirk, pulling half a stack of bread from his inventory.

Grian squawked, “You evil man! You stole our bread!”

Tossing the slightly stale loafs on the ground before Grian, Etho watched as the smaller scrambled to grab them before they got completely coated in dirt. The two stared at one another for a few moments before Ethos smile widened.

“Are you not going to eat?” The man asked, mischievous slipping through his words.

The avian stared at him skeptically, picking at a piece of bread as he asked, “Why are you helping me?”

“You enacted the sword,” Etho replied with a shrug

“Yeah but that just means you won’t kill me right now, we’re still enemies.”

“True,” The fox looked into the distance, eyes squinting as he focused on something just out of Grian’s sight, “But you’re still my friend, even in this hellscape. I’m not going to leave you when you clearly need help.”

Grian snorted, “But you’re ok with killing me?”

“No,” Etho gave a pained smile, turning his attention back to the avian, “But we both know what will happen if we refuse.”

The two fell into a silence after that. Grian finally popping a piece of bread into his mouth as Etho watched intently, eyes occasionally wandering somewhere else only to snap back to the smaller man. By the time two loaves were gone, Grian sighed.

“I guess this is where we part ways then?” The blond asked.

Nodding, Etho gave a small smile, “Just remember, there’s no sword left to enact - next time I will kill you.”

The man said the words so nicely, as though speaking to an old friend, that they sent a shiver down Grian spine. He didn’t wait for a response before the fox hopped off the side of the bridge, the sound of water echoing from where he landed as Grian was left alone.

Taking a moment to gather himself, the blond gripped the fourteen remaining bread before stuffing them into his inventory. Getting to his feet, he brandished his weapon and continued on down the bread bridge. Next time he saw Etho he would win, he wouldn’t need to enact a sword.

#asks!#crazybooklover0 #writing requests #requests!#ethoslab #grian #etho + grian #limited life #traffic smp fanfic #fanfic #my writing

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bluecube92 · 1 year ago

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My Anime Movie List *UPDATED*

Ghibli:

My Neighbor Totoro Castle in the Sky Ponyo Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind Howl’s Moving Castle The Secret World of Arrietty Kiki’s Delivery Service The Cat Returns Porco Rosso Spirited Away Pom Poko Whisper of the Heart Princess Mononoke My Neighbors the Yamadas Tales from Earthsea Grave of the Fireflies From Up On Poppy Hill The Wind Rises When Marnie Was There Only Yesterday Ocean Waves Earwig and the Witch

Pokemon:

Pokemon The First Movie Pokemon The Movie 2000 Pokemon 3 The Movie Pokemon 4Ever Pokemon Heroes Pokemon: Jirachi: Wishmaker Pokemon: Destiny Deoxys Pokemon: Lucario and the Mystery of Mew Pokemon Ranger and the Temple of the Sea Pokemon: The Rise of Darkrai Pokemon: Giratina and the Sky Warrior Pokemon: Arceus and the Jewel of Life Pokemon: Zoroark: Master of Illusions Pokemon the Movie: White-Victini and Zekrom Pokemon the Movie: Black-Victini and Reshiram Pokemon: Kyurem VS. The Sword of Justice Pokemon: Genesect and the Legend Awakened Pokemon: Diancie and the Cocoon of Destruction Pokemon: Hoopa and the Clash of Ages Pokemon: Volcanion and the Mechanical Marvel Pokemon the Movie: I Choose You Pokemon the Movie: The Power of Us Pokemon: Mewtwo Strikes Back Evolution Pokemon: Secrets of the Jungle

Case Closed:

The Time Bombed Skyscraper The Thirteenth Target The Last Wizard of the Century Captured In Her Eyes Countdown to Heaven Phantom of Baker Street The Crimson Love Letter Zero the Enforcer Episode "One": The Great Detective Turned Small

Other:

The Girl Who Leapt Through Time Summer Wars Yu-Gi-Oh! The Movie Yu-Gi-Oh! 3D Bonds Beyond Time Yu-Gi-Oh! The Dark Side of Dimensions Digimon The Movie Card Captor Sakura The Movie Card Captor Sakura The Movie 2: The Sealed Card Revolutionary Girl Utena The Movie Night on the Galactic Railroad Spring and Chaos Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva Lupin the Third: The Castle of Cagliostro Paprika Memories Tokyo Godfathers Patema Inverted Steamboy Oblivion Island: Haruka and the Magic Mirror Perfect Blue Wolf Children A Letter to Momo Princess Arete Akira Millenium Actress The Boy and the Beast Little Witch Academia: The Enchanted Parade Tekkonkinkreet Ghost in the Shell (1995) Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence 5 Centimeters Per Second The Garden of Words Appleseed (1988) Appleseed (2004) Appleseed Ex Machina Appleseed Alpha Miss Hokusai Your Name Cowboy Bebop The Movie In This Corner of the World The Sky Crawlers Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex: Solid State Society Mary and the Witch's Flower The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya Steins;Gate the Movie - Load Region of Deja Vu Robot Carnival Napping Princess Flavors of Youth Eden of the East: King of Eden Eden of the East: Paradise Lost Legend of the Millennium Dragon Martian Successor Nadesico: Prince of Darkness First Squad Children Who Chase Lost Voices Mirai Godzilla: Planet of the Monsters Godzilla: City on the Edge of Battle Godzilla: The Planet Eater Fireworks No Game No Life 0 Short Peace A Silent Voice Like The Clouds, Like the Wind Jungle Emperor Leo A Wind Named Amnesia The Fantastic Adventures of Unico Unico in the Island of Magic Fuse: Memoirs of the Hunter Girl Mai Mai Miracle Ni No Kuni The End of Evangelion Strait Jacket Evangelion 1.01 You Are (Not) Alone Evangelion 2.22 You Can (Not) Advance Evangelion 3.33 You Can (Not) Redo Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time Modest Heroes Okko's Inn A Whisker Away Tiger and Bunny The Rising Children of the Sea Little Norse Prince Redline Weathering With You Origin Spirits of the Past Genius Party Genius Party Beyond Promare The Life of Budori Gusuko Ride Your Wave The Night is Short, Walk On Girl Welcome to the Space Show Project A-Ko Project A-Ko 2: Plot of the Daitokuji Financial Group Project A-Ko 3: Cinderella Rhapsody Project A-Ko 4: Final Birthday Wonderland Blood: The Last Vampire Venus Wars Maquia - When the Promised Flower Blooms Re: Cyborg 009 Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop Penguin Highway Golgo 13: The Professional Golgo 13: Queen Bee Puella Magi Madoka Magica Rebellion Lupin III The First Escaflowne The Movie Stand By Me, Doraemon Stand By Me, Doraemon 2 Expelled From Paradise Child of Kamiari Month Bubble Dirty Pair Affair On Nolandia Dirty Pair Project Eden Dirty Pair Flight 005 Conspiracy Trigun Badlands Rumble Urusei Yatsura Beautiful Dreamer The Place Promised In Our Early Days Belle K-ON! The Movie A Tree of Palme Drifting Home The Princess and the Pilot Fruits Basket Prelude Hells Black Butler: Book of the Atlantic Black Jack the Movie Josee, the Tiger, and the Fish Lupin the 3rd: The Mystery of Mamo The Deer King Inu-Oh Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba The Movie Mugen Train Jungle Emperor: The Brave Can Change The Future To Every You I've Loved Before Re:Cycle of the Penguindrum: Your Train is Your Survival Tactic Re:Cycle of the Penguindrum: I Love You Pompo: The Cinephile Lupin the 3rd Episode 0 First Contact Slayers The Motion Picture Poupelle of Chimney Town To Me, The One Who Loved You Colorful Hal

Short Movies: Little Witch Academia Kakurenbo - Hide and Seek Voices of a Distance Star

Movies I want to watch: The House of the Lost on the Cape Goodbye, Don Glees! Giovanni's Island

#anime #anime list #anime movie list

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bad-surprise · 2 years ago

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so i updated my haladriel textfic erase me today (part three is on twitter) and i’d love to talk about that.

This is the wikipedia page I made for Celeborn. I really wanted him to be a mashup of Jack Antonoff and FINNEAS, which is interesting bc I am a known Celeborn hater who likes both of these producers.

Some canon references are more obvious than others. His middle name comes from his canonical Quenya name. Galadhrim Music is a reference to the elves living in Lothlorien. I wanted to make this world bigger bc touring is a huge part of the story, so Beleriand still exists here. I decided to make the Doriath family a family of politicians and civil servants bc i wanted the sort of government/leadership/public service feel but without the ickiness of actually making him nobility (though I did decide that his ancestors should still be royal). His band, Hidden Kingdom, is of course a reference to Doriath itself, and their album, The Fall, is a reference to the sacking of Menegroth.

Almost everything about Hidden Kingdom was taken from Jack Antonoff. He had a punk rock band in high school that toured using a DIY booking guide and played in anarchist bookstores. The approach to writing is heavily influenced by FINNEAS’ comments about how he writes songs for his sister, Billie Eilish, and how his acting experience helps with that.

A little easter egg here that you might catch later on in this part of the fic is that Amroth Lorien is the frontman of the supergroup Tevildo that Halbrand and Galadriel are both members of. You can expect to see a lot more about Tevildo in Part Four, but if it isn’t obvious, they are essentially intended to be the Canadian supergroup Broken Social Scene.

More easter eggs with Erase Me:

- Both Hal and Gal are openly bisexual characters here. They also are not strictly monogamous sexually, which is not a big deal here but referenced occasionally— particularly in the phone call in Part Three between H + G where it’s implied that they have history with the Loriens.

- The Soundtrack podcast was inspired by a podcast episode I heard that was a conversation between Stevie Nicks and Matty Healy. I also wanted the vibe to be very Actors on Actors. We’ll see if Galadriel makes an appearance on it in the future.

- Gal has ADHD, but I’ve never directly referenced this.

- Whispers From The Void = Crazy Days and Nights. The individual posting goes by K, any guesses as to who that is?

- Elrond is not just a music video director but a successful feature film director as well.

- Nothing is happening between Nori and Isildur, I just love fuckboy Isildur vibes.

- G’s solo music is a cross between Eloise’s album Drunk On A Flight (which is referenced frequently throughout the fic) and Phoebe Bridgers. I really imagine the stuff she’s working on now as very similar to the song Drunk On A Flight by Eloise and Moon Song by Phoebe Bridgers.

- The Dagorath Tour is partially inspired by Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour.

- The controversy re: G’s drumming is a reference to Meg White of The White Stripes.

- G does actually DJ as well, but more so just for fun. I imagine her as the sort of person who seems to be able to name any song three seconds into the intro.

- H is the more “serious” musician in terms of what he’ll listen to, but his formal education is lacking compared to G’s.

- “Light” is intended to be a sort of cross between Perth by Bon Iver, Something by The Beatles, and Guiding Light by Foy Vance, in terms of vibes, not necessarily sound.

- Lindalë’s sound is inspired by Silversun Pickups, Metric, The Strokes, Oh Wonder, Better Oblivion Community Center, and Arcade Fire, but with a lot of diverse influences (prog, punk, hip-hop, jazz, lounge) and they’re a little nerdy musically. They are getting into heated arguments over time signature shifts and they will defend their overuse of seventh chords to the death.

- I imagine a favorite album of G’s being Escalator Over The Hill by Carla Bley & The Jazz Composer’s Orchestra, but she also would love Ctrl by SZA, Led Zeppelin IV, and My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy by Kanye West (though she wouldn’t listen to that anymore bc of him being awful).

- H’s music in my head I imagine as a cross between Jeff Buckley, Damien Rice, Ray LaMontagne, Iron & Wine, and Conor Oberst, with a splash of Big Thief in there. His favorite album would probably be something like Grace by Jeff Buckley or Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey, but he also probably loves OK Computer and In Rainbows by Radiohead and Actor by St. Vincent.

- There’s a bit where they talk on Moria Music about playing with Tevildo and that is almost entirely inspired by a video of Broken Social Scene performing Anthems for a 17 Year Old Girl where Emily Haines says “I missed my friends” at the end. I also reference that line in an instagram caption of Celeborn’s.

- They are big into psychedelics and also regularly take MDMA together.

- Galadriel has threatened divorce many times but this is the first time she’s ever actually gone ahead with it.

- Nori is constantly looking for a new job but never actually takes anything bc she feels very loyal to H + G, even though she’s overworked and underpaid lol. She is not their first assistant, but most quit pretty fast.

- Hal has a Google alert set up for G.

- The divorce announcement was inspired by a number of celebrity divorce announcements, but none quite so much as the infamous Gwyneth Paltrow & Chris Martin conscious uncoupling. Others include Ben Affleck & Jennifer Garner and David Arquette & Courteney Cox — I just swapped out the band for references to their kids lol.

- The song “Palantír” is somewhat inspired by Cannibal by Marcus Mumford

That was a lot but I hope it was somewhat enjoyable?

#erasemefic #haladriel #haladriel textfic #my fics

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thelustybraavosimaid · 2 years ago

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Spoilers!

A current timeline of Things Kira Vidal Can Do™️:

THREE MONTHS:

ROT

Eutau looked down at the baby in his arms, wishing he could offer more than just sympathy. He reached for the cotton compress on Kira's forehead, thinking to put some cool water on it—and it crumbled to dust at his touch.

...

Looking around in desperation, he found an apple he had saved for Belle. He snatched it up and held it to Kira's cheek. Within seconds, the apple's red skin turned brown, then black, and it crumbled away, dissolving into a putrid liquid that puddled on the floor. (III, To Nurture & Kill)

DEATH CALLING:

"What is it? Why are you—" His words froze on his tongue as something cold stroked his face. It is too cold outside for flies, he realized. His skin crawled, violated by the same chill he had felt on that summer afternoon months before when the thieves had waylaid him. "Whatever you are, whomever you were," he warned, "leave now." But the more Kira struggled and cried, the stronger the cold feeling became, as if something was trying to crawl under Eutau's skin. To his horror, Kira's eyes were becoming cloudy, and the black blotches on his face more pronounced. (The Mercenary's Promise: III, To Nurture & Kill)

SEVEN MONTHS:

REANIMATION:

"That mouse is dead." J'kara nudged it with the tip of her boot. "Did you move it?" They had found the creature's small body under the foot of the bed. Yet when J'kara went to remove it, she found it lying in the middle of the floor.

...

Suddenly, Kira smacked his hands on the floor. The dead mouse convulsed, its stiff limbs flailing. J'kara jerked back in surprise, smashing her shoulder against the wall. (The Mercenary's Promise: IV, To Nurture & Kill)

TWO YEARS:

SEEING THE DEAD:

Kira was growing into a sweet, intelligent little boy, but his skin remained strangely discolored, and he was often troubled by ugly episodes where he would break down into tears, wailing of unseen monsters and batting at the air as if tormented by invisible flies. (The Worm of Freedom: I, To Nurture & Kill)

"They told me they not the wind at all. They told me I call on Death. They told me..." His mouth twisted. "They told me how they died. But they didn't wanna die, so they, umm, they stayed and twyed to find a—" (The Worm of Freedom: III, To Nurture & Kill)

FIVE TO TEN YEARS:

DEATH CONVERSATIONALIST:

"How long have you known?"

"Since you were little. I was gathering herbs one day in the forest across the Silver River and I saw you bent down, talking to the remains of some poor forsaken child. I crouched behind a thicket and watched as you carried on a conversation with it. I could scarcely make out its words—but I heard it! You kept explaining to it how your uncle wouldn't allow you to be friends." (Revelations, The Deadbringer)

FIFTEEN YEARS:

FLESH MOULDING:

He reached for one of the jars and opened it, revealing pasty, flesh-colored fiberclay. Tenderly drawing her face close to him, he took the fiberclay and spread a portion of it on her face. Her skin wept with moisture at the pressure exerted upon it, and an inhuman gutteral noise came from her throat. Gently, he began easing his fingers into her face, his touch decomposing flesh and clay alike, the thick liquid trailing down his arms.

...

As her face began to take shape, he channeled more energy into her and watched as her body filled out, becoming supple, even curvy. A longing sigh escaped his lips. It had been far too long since he had flexed this much power over the dead, and even longer since he had molded flesh. (Corpse Hill, The Deadbringer)

SUMMONER:

He issued a silent command to the Risen of Corpse Hill.

I want his flesh, I want his life. I want him pinned down to the ground like a small, frightened animal. Take him. Make him yours. Kill him. (Corpse Hill, The Deadbringer)

"I raised the dead in that cemetery. I used them to kill Stone," he whispered, his eyes wide with horror.

"You did what you had to. You were left with no other option. Now rest."

Kira pushed on, the memories overflowing. "They tore him apart...with their teeth, their hands. They feasted on his flesh, his blood, and I felt every second of it as if it had been me doing it. And I reveled in it!" (Revelations, The Deadbringer)

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but Kira appeared during the invasion at the battle of the Citadel. Somehow, he ended up in the middle of the fiercest fighting in the city. He lost control of his powers and summoned scores of Risen, killing and wounding many." (Interrogations, The Faceless God: Book Two, Part One: Spirits & Ash)

SELF-HEALER:

"But Kira had the last laugh. What really happened at Corpse Hill?"

"I already told you."

"Part of Kira's torso was missing, yet he lies now with fresh skin sealing the gaping hole in his side. No Deadbringer would be able to heal that amount of damage, especially unconscious." (Sleep, The Deadbringer)

DOLL MAKER:

He bent down and pressed his mouth against the rats' bloodied snouts, forcefully blowing air into each.

The sound of something brushing against wood drew his attention, and he found himself unable to hold back a satisfied smile. Tiny chests rising, tails twitching, the rats looked up at him through glass eyes.

They listened intently as their master gave them their instructions. (Time, The Deadbringer)

MEMORY INHABITER:

Kira looked up at the frightful sky and willed himself to grow taller, as far away as possible from the vile fog. But there were many, far too many, who could not climb so far up. So he pulled his roots out from the soil, just out of reach of the fog. The air above the ground was bitterly dry and cold, and he wondered if he would ever feel the comforting embrace of the soil again.

...

He called out to the many lives clinging to him, hoping that they would understand his words, and spoke in the tongue he knew best.

The Land is lost. She has closed her heart. Whisper to me the dreams of your life, for the end draws near.

From among the many people who had sought refuge there came a reply. Their call was sweet, but laced with deep sorrow.

Do not despair, for we have a secret—we have learned the ways of the dead.

Distantly, as if it were someone else’s, he felt his body pulled. At the same time, the tree’s memories collapsed, and Kira fell into darkness. (The Gods' Spears, The Deadbringer)

RISEN MAKER:

The monster had risen—a tall beast that was at once obscene and powerful. His hair writhed about him like venomous snakes. Looking up at the sky, he threw his arms into the air and then smiled with such greed and raw lust that Kristoff felt sick. But Kristoff soon forgot his disgust, for the bodies of all those who had fallen began to rise. (Shattered Walls, The Deadbringer)

MAD RISEN:

“Too many are dead, and too many are nursing bite wounds. Do you understand what I am saying to you? You had my men—my men—attack as if they were mindless beasts!” (Honey and Spice, The Deadbringer)

"The third thing I must tell you will be the hardest for you to hear. Your Risen infect the living that they bite, spreading a susto that drives the victims mad.”

...

“Eutau would not have known of this, for Shonnell was careful to keep it hidden. My own Risen do not do this, and neither do Lyse’s or Amonos’s. It’s a trait you must have inherited from Shonnell, for his Risen also spread a susto. What is different is that the susto his Risen spread simply left the victims listless to the point that they ceased to care about their own lives, eventually wasting away. From the little I have seen so far, your Risen appear to spread a more violent madness. I do not yet know how to explain the difference.” (The Temple, The Faceless God: Book Two, Part One: Spirits and Ash)

INDOMITABLE RISEN:

“There is one more thing you should know about your Risen,” said Eutau, sighing heavily, running his hand behind his neck. “Lafont claims that they were difficult to kill, that piercing their hearts and severing their heads did not work. Apparently, knocking you unconscious is what stopped them.” (The Temple, The Faceless God: Book Two, Part One: Spirits and Ash)

#this is one of my favourite book series of all time #so mostly I'm posting this for me to keep track #his Risen needed a special spot because holy shit #the ellderet series #kira vidal

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correctrvbquotes · 8 months ago

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Cut to Future Church looking back at Blue Base

Future Church: Well that didn't work out so well. I better lay low before I do some more damage.

Cut to black screen with white text: "a few weeks later"

Cut to Future Church hiding in the shade

Future Church: Man this sucks. It's still weeks until Tex shows up, I still haven't seen any sign of that pink guy yet.

Donut: Hi!

Future Church: Uhmm... Hello.

Donut: Do you have any elbow grease?

Future Church: What're you talking about?

Donut: How about headlight fluid? This is the store, right?

Future Church: What? Look man, there's only two places in this God damn canyon.

Donut: Look I just came from Red Base.

Future Church: Well, then the only other place you can go is, that way.

Donut: Okay, thanks mister!

Future Church: Hey, wait a second. Is that pink guy over at Red Base yet?

Donut: Pink guy? I don't know any pink guys. There's a maroon guy and an orange guy, but no pink guys. Seeya later. (takes off)

Future Church: Yeah thanks. What an idiot. ...Wait a minute.

Cut to Caboose and Church during episode 4

Caboose: My dad always said "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?"

Past Church: Hey rookie... did you just call my girlfriend a cow?

Tucker: No, I think he called her a slut!

Donut: Oh sweet, they sell tanks!

Future Church: (on the hill behind Donut, whispering) Hey, buddy, no no no, don't go down there!

Donut: Is that the guy from the cave? How'd he get down here so fast?

Past Church: (turning around) Tucker, are you laughing at me?

Donut: Excuse me, Sir, can I ask you a question?

Future Church: Oh crap.

Donut runs out of Blue Base carrying the flag

Caboose: (emerging from Blue Base) The General stopped by, and picked up the flag! (returns inside the base)

Past Church: Wait a second... what did he just say?

#s3 #s3e50 #alpha!church #donut #alpha!church donut #not tagging the rest since it's all old dialogue from them

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generalcloudhopper · 2 years ago

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Tw: discussion of pretty gnarly mental health crisis I went through but there is a good ending.

On March 1st of 2019 my grandfather died. The next day while I was sitting in the car with one of my family matters while they were running across town making funeral arrangements the running up that hill cover by Meg Myers came on the radio. It was one of the first songs I heard after he died. Something about it just stuck with me and when I got to my grandma's house that day I went to a quiet room I played that song and I cried my eyes out. After the death of my my grandfather four other people in my family died that year one death happens in a way that traumatized me incredibly bad that I still hear flashbacks from that night and ended up with me developing OCD. This also led to a downward mental health spiral that went on for years. From 2019 to 2022 everything that could go wrong in my life did, I cannot even begin to go into all the things that happened. In mid 2019 I started self harming. In late 2020 I tried to stop but I relapsed and it made everything 10 times worse. My body was covered in red bloody irritated marks all the time. On my arms, on my legs, on my stomach, everywhere. During this time I had quite a few therapists one which gave me absolutely terrible advice and refuse to diagnose me with depression because he didn't like labels. I tried to kill myself multiple times. When I was finally put on anxiety medication I was tired all the time and numb to the world when they were trying to figure out what to do with my depression and a last-ditch effort they doubled my already high dose of anxiety medication which led to me having a mental breakdown which lasted for over 2 weeks. I heard whispering all the time, I would have screaming crying fits that would last for hours and absolutely terrible psychosomatic pain all over my body. Thankfully I went to a school therapist who actually got me diagnosed and got me sent to a psychologist to get put on proper medications. I sobbed when he had to leave my school because he was the best therapist I ever had. At this point it was mid 2022 and I had been on my medication for not even a week, it took 2 weeks to a month to finally get fully into my system and work. I was trying to be clean cuz that's what the psychologist told me to do and I was clean for a few days and I didn't think it would last until I walked into my parents bedroom one night. They were watching stranger things a show I had never gotten into in the past. I knew of the characters and the storyline from what friends had told me but I had never fully watched the show. It was the Dear Billy episode and right at the beginning of the famous Max Vecna possession scene. That entire scene is meant to represent overcoming trauma and realizing you want to live and go on. Max looked just like me at the time, long red hair blue eyes. I cannot tell you the feeling I got when I heard Running Up That Hill start playing. It was like someone had been inside my head and wrote down this message specifically for me with that song with the girl who looked just like me. Tear silently ran down my face in the dark room my parents were watching it in as I stood in the doorway and when the scene was done I ran out of the room I played running up that hill in my headphones and I cried my eyes out to that song for the second time in my life. That was the nail in the coffin to finally make me stop self-harming. A month later I watch the entire show with my mother and it was the first piece of media in the first TV show I had actually sat down and watched in years. I can't believe a stranger things episode is what finally help break a three year long depression episode but it did and I believe that states the power Media can have on us. Today I am a year clean and plan to stay clean for the rest of my life.

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cxptain-rex · 3 years ago

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Underneath The Mask

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything, but I just watched Episode 3 from Kenobi and I am shook. Enjoy! This is supposed to be Anakin x Reader but its just... what I had in mind.

*SLIGHT SPOILERS FROM KENOBI*

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“What have you become?”

Obi Wan stood there watching his brother clad in that dark suit, his voice completely configured to something unrecognizable. He could not believe his eyes as he stared at the blood red saber in his hands buzzing with the want to kill. Kenobi’s tired from war and its been 10 years already but here he is standing in front of what is left of Anakin.

No, this is not Anakin...

This machine stands before him, an impostor to the sweet boy he met back in Tatooine. This is not the man he raised to be a Jedi Knight and Master, this is not Ahsoka’s master and this is not Leia’s nor Luke’s father. This is a monster underneath a mask.

“I am what you made me” the modulator in Vader’s suit was enough to send a man in shock but Obi Wan however ran. He ran away from Vader and he could listen to his clad boots snap against the sandy floor of Mapuzo. Obi Wan felt another presence in the field with them. He knows who it is. It’s Her.

‘Run away from him’ Kenobi whispered into the force hoping for it to get to her. He could not afford to lose her nor Leia. He kept walking until the shedding of a saber ignited alerted him. Red and Blue clashed together.

“The years have made you weak” Vader said as he kept pushing down on Obi Wan. They both grunted as their swords clashed and Obi Wan was sent flying to the floor. “You should have killed me when you had the chance” mustered Vader as he strolled over to his old master. Obi Wan rushed into the darkness trying to flee Darth Vader’s grasp.

From the darkness, another being lurked watching the fight.

‘You cannot intervene’

‘I will, Obi Wan. I must’

The land was dark and only their sabers ignited light upon the field as the old Jedi knight had no escape now. Vader grunted as he pushed over a crate as its contents spilled into the sand. Suddenly Obi Wan felt a force constraining his ability to breathe and he was lifted into the air. Darth Vader was force choking him and he could not fight it but struggle against it.

“Put him down, Anakin!”

A green hue buzzed behind Vader, a voice he has not heard since that night in Mustafar. Since he was left to burn by Obi Wan in that dreadful planet.

“I said put. him. down” she spit angrily staring at the man she once loved. Vader threw Obi Wan across the field and furiously turned around to face his ghost. There she stood in her mighty glory with a cloak covering her battered armour just like the one he wore in the Clone Wars. 10 years and she still wore it knowing the danger that could follow. Her green saber buzzing against the darkness. Ten years and she still looked the same. His Y/N. His favorite person. His light at the end of the tunnel. They were young lovers until Anakin decided to chase after Padmé. Anakin left Y/N.

Her Y/E/C eyes gazed down at him with disgust and hate. She did not recognize the thing in that suit. Vader did not speak only stared and she felt somewhat not afraid of the deafen silence surrounding the trio. Obi Wan stared at them with fear as he wished for her to stop, to turn around and run away from him. From them.

Y/N rushed towards Vader with no second thoughts and their sabers clashed together. She took him surprised and for a moment Vader was taken back into his academy days where he would defend himself instead of attacking. Like the old jedi ways. Y/N’s fighting was cruel and gruesome yet elegant as she always stood whenever fighting droids.

The clash of sabers sent Obi Wan into a spiral of thoughts as he looked for ways to escape along with Y/N. He saw Tala from the hill with the loader droid. He felt peace, they had a way to escape but his attention was drawn to the once padawans he led in the past. They both fought with pain and hatred in their styles. Y/N fought with no remorse as Vader defensed himself more than attacking.

Suddenly Vader stumbles as Y/N slashes at his legs jumping over him and standing defensively in front of Obi Wan. She does not need to share words with him. She feels hatred for him.

“I can sense the hate in you, Y/N” Vader said as he gained his balance, he felt her hate for him as he feels hate for Obi Wan but there she stands. In the light, not in the darkness like him. She did not fell. “Join me” he sputtered and Y/N’s eyes widened in fear for what he just spoke. “Join me and we can rule the galaxy together” he said once more igniting his saber.

After 10 years Anakin or better said Lord Vader still yearn for Y/N to be by his side. And that shook Y/N to the core as she realized what he said.

“I will never! Join you!” she gritted staring at the black machine in front of her. “I could never be part of such horrible scheme, how dare you!” she hissed pointing her saber towards him.

“I am not weak like you are! Anakin Skywalker is dead and you are his murderer. The man I once loved is not there anymore because of you!” she said with tears stinging her eyes. They were threatening to fall and Obi Wan could only feel her pain radiating from her form. He knew how she felt for him but he also knows that Anakin is not there anymore. He is lost.

“You are a coward, Anakin Skywalker and I feel sorry for you” she spit staring the machine man in front of her with pity in her gaze.

A blaster shot ignites the sandy floor causing Vader to step back and troopers to arrive. Y/N sees the loader droid walking towards them and she grabs Obi Wan jostling up and running towards the droid. They hed into the darkness of the night as Tala meets up with them and little Leia.

A ship lands in front of them and Tala encourages them as she reaches the platform to enter. “Hurry up!” she shouts as Obi Wan limps towards the entrance and once they all make it inside the shuttle’s doors slide shut. The ship conceals them from Vader’s murdering gaze as he watches the ship fly away with the people he was hunting down and that he once loved as another man.

Y/N can’t help but watch through the window as the red saber still sways on the sandy surface and she can still make the outline of Vader. She can feel his piercing gaze as she quickly turns around. The ship leaves the atmosphere of the planet. She shudders as she replays the encounter in her brain.

Pain engulfed her heart tightening around it like an iron grip. She clutches her chest moderately and Obi Wan noticed it. He guides her to a seat and kneels in front of her. Obi Wan knew Y/N as Plo Koon’s padawan. She survived Order 66 and the Jedi Purge for a long time. They shared missions together and now they have become each other’s company. He knew what she felt for Anakin but now he worries for her. The hatred flowing through her veins should be enough to make her fall. However, she is strong enough to not fall. She controls it.

Realization hits her. Y/N realizes the man she once devoted her heart to is not there anymore. She feels like she can mourn him but that is a lie. Darth Vader after all is what is left of him. He is not him but he still resembles the one thing Obi Wan and Y/N feared for Anakin.

The tears she was holding now fall freely as they lick up her cheekbones. Y/N feels frail now as she realices the sad truth she spent 10 years denying herself. The monster underneath that mask are the remains of a gentle soul that once cared for others. He was the only one who cared enough to share his life and love with Y/N. Now she does not have that. As she now goes on the galaxy running away from his grasp.

Obi Wan hurts for her but he hurts for his brother. He cannot grasp the reality of everything. He lost his brother. Now they both run away from him in hopes for survival.

Leia watches from afar to the lady in tears and how Ben looks at her with pity but sadness in his eyes. She cannot imagine what they did to make sure she’s safe. The young princess feels guilty for them both. Gently she stands beside them and lays her hands on their shoulder. The tired war survivors and once General/Commander stare at the girl they risked everything for her. Y/N could not feel remorse for Leia. She was not fault for the fallout of her father nor Y/N losing in lover. She would be the one to bring the hope back along with her brother. The old Jedi could only smile softly through tears at the girl.

Y/N’s thoughts travelled back to Mapuzo and the visor staring into her soul. Perhaps she should have died right there at his hand to make him recapacite. The girl in front of her taught her otherwise, Y/N would stay alive enough to keep the Skywalker children save from their father. She would stay alive for them and for Obi Wan. They now needed each other more than ever.

For now their pain has only begun and they must run from the man they once adored in a past life.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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Soft Place To Land- Part 3

Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The night of their dinner date finally comes, the reader full of nerves and Lily nonethewiser. What the reader didn't know is that Fez had been in a full on panic the whole day, wanting to make sure everything was perfect for his two girls.

Song: "boyfriend" by Ariana Grande feat. Social House

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex and drugs, but all around just nervous fluff.

A/n: Hello everyone!! I hope everyone had a lovely day and I hope all of your tears dried from the promo for next weeks episode.

In the world, per year, there are over five million deaths related to stress. Stress from work, health, relationships, family; anything. Stress is the type of thing that can age you quicker than anything, it can progress any type of disease and drive you absolutely out of your mind. I’ve watched stress affect the people in my life along with copious amounts of mental health issues with no therapy in sight to help them.

Knowing my story, I know that I had experienced an inappropriate amount of stress in my short life on this planet. But everyone had their shit, right? The things that ruined their lives, made their lives hard, things they struggled with. I wouldn’t say that I felt more stress than the average person but…

Right now?

Yeah, I felt centuries worth of stress.

My hands grip the steering wheel tightly as I turn into the parking lot of Fez’s apartment complex. Lily sits quietly in the backseat, a toy in her hand and a smile on her face. My heart has been hammering in my chest since I woke up this morning, breaking out in a cold sweat when I started to get ready. I knew that this interaction would be different from the one we had just a week ago. This would be, or could be, a really positive, fulfilling experience where I rekindle a relationship from my past. But the last thing I want are my nerves getting in the way, making him want to run for the hills.

My mom has been messaging me all day, her texts making me nervous to even show up to this 'sort of date' in the first place. She liked Fez but she was still hesitant about me bringing him back into my life, and Lily’s. It seemed like she was almost trying to talk me out of it and I almost let her. But the excitement of seeing him, maybe even hugging him, forced me into a cute outfit and out the door.

“Momma, are we here?” Lily asks and I turn my head, sending her a quick nod. She claps her hands excitedly, my hand pulling my phone out to text Fez a quick message. Letting him know we’re here, I make my way out of the car, shaking out my nervous energy before helping Lily out of her carseat. She clings to me with a happy smile, her feet swinging by my side as I approach the stairs.

I knew that, after dinner, Lily would be out like a light, giving Fez and I the perfect amount of time to catch up. I knew that it was also the one thing making me the most nervous because while she was awake, I could at least hide behind her cuteness. I knew that she would take up all of his attention, his eagerness to learn more about her being a good cover that I could use.

By the time I reach his apartment door, it’s already open, Fezco standing in the doorway with a shy smile on his lips. Lily’s eyes widen at the sight of the semi familiar man, her small brows pulling together in confusion. I take a deep breath, my words getting lodged in my throat as he looks over me, his eyes not so subtly getting stuck on my chest. Same old Fez. Giggling under my breath, I take a second to appreciate his simple attire, a tight gray t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

“Hey.” He whispers, watching me intently as he steps out of the way for me to enter the apartment, Lily’s small gasps heard as we step past him. She looks around, immediately caught up on every little detail that surrounds her. Fez just laughs at her awe, watching as I set her down. Lily looks up at me, a bit confused as she glances between Fez and I.

“Baby, can you say hi?” I question quietly, my hand resting atop of her head, her small hand rising in a simple wave. Fez just grins, sending her back a wave as my cheeks warm. “Do you remember Fez, honey?” I ask, her head bobbing up and down in a simple nod.

“From the store.” She mutters, her hands locked in front of her as she sways. I nod gently, looking up at Fez who looks like he could burst at the seams at any second. He looks beyond happy, his eyes wide and cheeks red. Before I can say anything else, the slamming of a door catches my attention, my head turning to see a familiar face. Ash stops in his place at the sight of me, his jaw dropping as he looks to his older brother, his eyes angry.

I knew, once I apologized to Fez, that Ash was going to be the one that I would have to beg for forgiveness from. I’ve known him since he was young, watching him grow up, watching him turn into the person that he was supposed to be- in fact, I probably had some credit to be shared in how he turned out. We were close when Fez and I were together, him relying on me for advice and comfort. So, it was almost worse for him when I left, he lost a friend and a mentor.

“Hi Ash.” I whisper breathlessly, my breath getting lodged in my throat as his shoulder rolls, his head bobbing in acknowledgement. He leaves the room without another word, a frown appearing on my lips as my gaze flickers to the floor.

“He’ll be ‘lright. Give him time.” Fez mutters next to me, his hand reaching out to pat my back as he leads me further into the familiar apartment. Lily attaches to my hand, both of her hands holding my fingers. She’s bubbling with anxiety as we move into the kitchen but then again, so am I, my heart pounding violently in my chest. I take the time to subtly notice changes in the room, it being slightly different than what it was like when I left. It's cleaner, more organized, more snacks and food on the counter which definitely indicates their success.

My smile returns at the sight of spaghetti on the table, it being the only food that Fez knew how to make when we were together. He catches my gaze from across the room, his cheeks red as he watches me make the connection between us and the meal. His eyes flutter to the floor as my stomach swirls in excitement, Lily’s throat clearing awkwardly. I look down at her, her eyes already on me as she tugs my arm.

“Food?” She asks quietly, Fez and I laughing quietly as we sit down.

The meal went well, quiet conversation being made as Fez learned more about our girl. She told him her favorite color, her birthday, how old she was, what her favorite show was; any detail he could pull out of her, he would get. He learned about their mutual obsession with pasta, solidifying the fact that she was most definitely his child. It was nice to watch them interact, a nervous smile on her face, Fez sharing a similar look of anxiety. I could tell that he was tense, occasionally catching my gaze from across the table, his eyes softening a bit every time we’d make eye contact. I could tell that any, if not all, of the anger that he felt for me was gone, the week that we didn’t talk giving him time to reflect. I still wanted him to hold me accountable, to use the fact that I left against me but I knew he was just too good for that. He liked simplicity, not drama and manipulation.

Lily’s eyes droop as she sprawls out on the couch to our left, her body curled up under a blanket that Fez placed over her. We sit on the couch, my legs curled up to my chest, my head resting on the cushion of the couch. His eyes are soft as he looks at me, his hands nervously fidgeting in his lap. We hadn’t had the time to talk to each other without little ears nearby but now that we’re finally faced with an opportunity to talk, the thought scares both of us into silence.

“I know I’m not allowed to say this because I was the one who left but,” I pause, my voice quiet as I make sure Lily’s sound asleep before continuing, “I missed you.” I add, my voice barely above a whisper as his eyebrows perk up, his eyes averting from mine bashfully.

“Shit.” He chuckles quietly, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “I mean, I was pretty pissed for a while there but,” he shakes his head slightly, his smile gentle, “I missed you a whole lot, ma.” His gaze shifts to Lily, his whole body deflating in relief at the sight of her sleeping. “You did good wit’ her.” He whispers, his body moving to rest his elbows against his knees. He rubs a hand over his face, my heart swelling at his words.

“I had a good role model.” I chuckle sheepishly, Fez nodding knowingly at the mention of my mom. “She was easy, through and through. Easy pregnancy, easy baby, even easier toddler which is fucking surprising.” I giggle, Fez’s eyes squinting as he turns back to me with a smile. “I don’t really wanna make you feel bad by talking about the pregnancy thing and-”

“I wanna know everything.” Fez cuts me off, my breathing stopping at his soft voice. He looks at me gently and innocently, his shoulders rising in a small shrug. My lips part, watching him as he leans back into the couch, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Wasn’t there then but I’m here now, right? Don’t matter why o-or who did what- it’s so much fuckin’ work to blame and shit, ya know?” He asks, tears filling my eyes as he says the words that I’ve been yearning to hear for years. Words that I thought I was never going to hear or earn. A tear slips down my cheek as I immediately catch it with my sleeve, Fez’s brows pulling together in confusion.

“Did I say something wrong?” He asks genuinely, scooting closer to me as I laugh tearily, my eyes fluttering closed. Feeling his hand take mine, I sniffle, our fingers lacing together tightly.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, Fez.” I whisper, my head shaking as I continue to hold myself accountable. If he wasn’t going to beat me up for leaving, for lying, then I sure as hell was going to. He just shakes his head, his lips tugging down into a frown.

“You’d think if I can forgive you of all people, then you could forgive yourself.” He mutters, his tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth. “I shoulda made you stay, shoulda made you feel like you could talk to me.” My heart breaks at his words, his eyes sad as he toys with the ring that’s wrapped around one of my fingers.

“It wasn’t that I thought I couldn’t talk to you, Fez. I was scared out of my fucking mind.” I laugh sadly, all of the emotions that I’ve felt all day finally tumbling down on me, crushing me. “You sold drugs and dealt with dangerous people. I was seventeen, a stupid kid, and I wanted to think I was doing what was best for the both of us.” He laughs bitterly under his breath, my eyebrows pulling together in frustration. “You had a life ahead of you, I didn’t want you to resent me or leave, or hate me for ruining your life.” I explain, Lily shifting on the couch as I lower my voice, trying my best to take a deep breath as his gaze flickers up to the ceiling.

“You getting pregnant wouldn’t have ruined my life.” He whispers, his hand tightly holding mine as if I’d vanish again. “You leaving ruined my life.” His eyes flicker over to me, my whole body deflating at his wobbly voice. “I thought you fell in love with someone else or that you fell outta love with me and just didn’t want to tell me.” His lip wobbles a bit as he sniffles, sitting up to get closer to me. “I would’ve gone with you- to Colorado. Would’ve had a kid with you without a fuckin’ issue.” His hand leaves mine, slipping up to rest on my cheek as he forces me to look at him. A quiet whimper leaves my lips as he pulls me to him, his arms wrapping around me as I cling to him. Sobs wrack my body as his fingers thread through my hair, the movement so simple but so meaningful. “I’m not angry wit’ you.” He repeats, my face tucking into his neck as my tears drop against his t-shirt. Lily’s soft snores and my quiet sniffles are the only thing heard in the dark room, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. “If you need forgiveness, you got it.” I feel my whole body relax under his touch, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I pull away from him, my eyes connecting on the wet spot on his shirt. His hand reaches up to touch the spot, a laugh leaving his lips as my cheeks warm. “You got fucking snot on me, dude.” He chuckles, my hands reaching out to shove his chest as he snickers.

“Shut up, I’m sensitive.” I giggle, reaching up to wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. He watches me softly as his gaze switches to something more teasing, a smirk on his lips.

“Oh yeah? Has that been since the whole pregnancy shit cuz you used to be a hardass.” He mocks, my lips pulling into a tight lipped smile, my head bobbing in an annoyed nod.

“I deserve that.” I huff with a laugh, his head thrown back in laughter.

“Fuck yeah you do.” He whispers, patting my thigh as I take a deep breath, the anxiety of the day finally slipping away. My cheeks warm as his eyes flicker back and forth between mine, his eyes still nervous and boyish. “So, like, can we do this more?” He asks, his eyes moving from me to Lily who yawns, rolling over before tucking herself into a ball again. “Jesus, she fucking sleeps like you too.” I giggle, my head bobbing in a nod.

“Yeah, we can do this more.” I whisper, his hands clasping in his lap as he smiles at me. A few beats go by as he clears his throat, his brows pulled together in concentration.

“I gotta question and I don’t want to offend you or nothing.” He starts, my eyebrows pulling together as I cautiously nod him on. “Do you need any help, like, financially? Cuz I know you never liked when I spent money on you and shit but,” he pauses, glancing quickly at Lily before back at me, “that’s my daughter, so…” He trails off, my heart warming at his care, it always being so unapologetic.

“Would it make you feel better to pay for something?” I ask, his head nodding immediately as a scoff leaves his lips, his hand rubbing over his face. “I mean, pull ups are pretty expensive. We’re still getting the potty training thing down.” I chuckle, his head craning to rest against the back of the couch. He looks relieved at the agreement that he would help, his shoulders relaxing a bit. His gaze is gentle as we fall into a comfortable silence but his staring has me uneasy. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask curiously, my cheeks warming as I run a hand through my hair. He just shrugs briefly, my heart thumping in my chest as his hand reaches out to rest on my thigh. My stomach tightens at the movement, my face flushing as he looks over to Lily.

“We made that, huh?” He asks, a scoff leaving my lips as he ponders. “What time do you think we did it?” His question makes me clasp a hand over my mouth, concealing the loud giggles that erupt from my lips. I knew the answer to his question and I can tell by his shocked look that he knows that I know. “Shit, when was it?” He asks, sitting up straighter, the movement making his hand inch up my thigh a bit. I try my best to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as I think back to the time.

“Well, they said that it was sometime in October so it would’ve been my seventeenth birthday.” I explain vaguely, his eyes twinkling in realization as he grins proudly. “Didn’t realize that we didn’t use protection. Also didn’t realize that my birth control was giving me a cute, five pound ‘fuck you’ nine months later.” I giggle, his hands reaching up to cover his face as he laughs, his cheeks heating up.

“That shit was like ‘nah man, you depend on me too much’.” He snorts, the normalcy, the teasing, his laughter, all comforting me beyond belief. “Fuck, that’s my bad then.” His chuckles die down a bit, my smile not fading as his gaze flickers down to the hand that rests on my thigh. He just looks, he doesn’t do anything, but just watches me as I follow his gaze. The tension in the room shifts a bit, my lip pulling in between my teeth as I internally slap myself. It’s like we’re fucking kids again, unable to keep our hands off of each other. “Shit don’t really change, am I right?” He asks quietly, his fingers twitching against my inner thigh. I just clear my throat with a nervous smile, his eyes teasing as he looks at me through his lashes.

It’s amazing how quick we could fall back into this, the teasing, the playfulness, the flirting. It was second nature to the two of us, like muscle memory, and we had plenty of time to slip further into each other if we were both willing and able.

“Yeah, nothing really changed.”

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