#sorry for spilling my guts everywhere on some of these

[gasstationlady]

GUTS | a lando norris social media au | pt. 1

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader, ex!drew starkey x reader

y/n l/n’s latest album is speculated to be about her ex. however, she already moved on.

note: fc is olivia rodrigo! i hope the quality of the photos are okay, everytime i saved my drafts on my phone they became blurry :(

disclaimer: no hate to drew!! i just needed a famous ex. also so sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos!!

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yourusername

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yourusername ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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yourbestie soooooo proud of you 🥹 this album is amazing

user teenage dream made me BAWL i love you 😭😭

user MISS Y/N, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN

oliviarodrigo obsessed.

user omg are the songs about drew

enews

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enews In Y/n’s new album, “Guts,” Y/n shares information on her old relationship with Drew Starkey. The pair started dating last year until ultimately breaking up in the beginning of 2023.

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user omggg this is the drama i’ve been waiting for

user you guys really chose to focus on this when not even half the songs are about drew

user this album saved 2023

yourusername

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tagged yourbestie and conangray

yourusername some GUTS bts, still can’t believe it’s out but i’m so happy it’s yours!!!! been sitting on these songs for a few months and although some of them are a little outdated, they still mean a lot to me!!

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conangray spilling my guts absolutely everywhere

yourbestie LETS GO GUTS

user album has in fact been on repeat since the release🫡

user “a little outdated” girl please elaborate you can’t leave us hanging like that 😭😭

f1updates

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f1updates Lando Norris with fans in New York! Most likely staying there until the #SingaporeGP

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user 🤤

user what is he doing in new york?

↳ user no literally bc it’s kinda sus there’s no reason for him to be there 😭😭

user ugh he looks so good

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi 🚨 NEW COUPLE ALERT 🚨

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user obviously it’s y/n l/n but which driver???

user you guys are srsly bored

user kinda iconic of her to go from drew to an f1 driver

↳ user fr i just know drew has to be feeling some type of way rn

user Y/N DATING AN F1 DRIVER WAS NOT ON MY 2023 BINGO CARD

yourusername

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yourusername soooo excited to be performing at the @/VMAs!!! make sure to tune in on Tuesday at 8pm on #MTV

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yourbestie talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely never been done before

zendaya AHH can't wait!!

user wait am i crazy or am i connecting the dots right now

landonorris

liked by danielricciardo, charlesleclerc and 1,950,468 others

landonorris Quick NY stop

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danielricciardo Where was my invite?

↳ landonorris ...

user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH OMFG

↳ user the fact that he was the one to soft launch first IM CRYING she's living my dream 😭

user is that y/n 😭😭

user GUYS ITS HAPPENING

drewstarkey

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drewstarkey bad idea right?

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user this is so messy omg 😭😭

user NO HE DID NOT

↳ user wait i'm so confused why are people freaking out?

↳ user "bad idea right?" is one of the songs y/n wrote about him and the song literally talks about her wanting to go back to him

user posting this right after guts and lando's soft launch is CRAZY

[books-and-catears]

I need to cry, my suicide tendencies are at there peak, can you help me with something with the Obey me brothers?

Like please I want to cry my eyes out

Okay hon, you really need to talk to someone about this okay? Please make sure you're not alone. I'm so sorry this is happening to you. I don't know what's wrong but things always get better...You will get through this. Again please talk to someone and don't isolate yourself okay?

It's been a while since I've received this ask, I apologise deeply for the delay, and I sincerely hope you're feeling better now.

TW: Suicide ideation

Cry Your Heart Out

Lucifer doesn't like the way your eyes look as you sit in on another RAD council meeting. Your mind is far, far away. Like you don't want to be here. He ended the meeting early so you could go home. But you look the same.

"MC." He knocks on your door after dinner. You open the door. Somehow your eyes look worse. His gut screams at him to not leave you alone.

"I feel particularly tired today. Would you like to listen to some music with me?" He asks. You shrug and say, "Sure." You almost seem like you're on autopilot.

He takes you by the hand and leads you down. The music has a strange melancholy that stung your heart. Like it understood you. Like it was screaming your misery out loud. You didn't know when your face flushed red, steaming tears falling off your cheeks. In the next second, you're buried in his chest.

"I- I can't-"

"You don't have to say anything. Just stay here for as long as you want."

❄️

Mammon didn't like the way you were avoiding him. It's not like you were ignoring him, but you seemed so distant. So...disheartened. Why? He couldn't even bring himself to ask.

There was something he dreaded deeply about the answer. Because he'd seen a semblance of those eyes before and it never ended well. And the long rope just resting on your desk brought forth more worry.

"Oi Lucifer, I have a favor to ask." He muttered into his phone. That day, after school, you found him hanging upside down from the ceiling in your room.

"Mammon what-"

"What's wrong with ya lately?"

"Me? I'm fine-"

"I can't get down unless you tell me the truth. These ropes are enchanted and everything! So if you want me out of here, you better spill okay?!"

Why do you care? The question died in your throat. And you spilled tears before words. He was down in seconds, cooing in shock and distress. "Oi, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

But you held on tight to his jacket. He cared. That was all you needed really.

❄️

Leviathan was sitting straighter than usual as you entered his room. Alert and eager. You almost felt bad coming all the way to his room to tell him you don't feel like gaming today. But the console wasn't even plugged.

"Hey Levi-"

"Don't do it. Don't you think about it!" He sounds around. He was trembling, on the brink of crying.

"O-okay I won't say no to gaming with you I'm sorry I didn't know-" You bent down to his level. He caught you offguard, throwing his arms around you.

"You're thinking of leaving again, aren't you?" Levi's voice cracked, muffled in your shoulder. "You're thinking of going away and never coming back."

"Wait...Levi, when did I even say-"

"I thought you were just spending less time with me, I just assumed you finally got tired of me. But then you weren't with my brothers either... you're tired of ALL OF US."

You were tired of yourself, you wanted to reassure him. But he wasn't going to stop wailing anytime soon. In your heart you were just a little bit glad to have someone want you.

"Please don't go... we'll be better. I'll be better. I'll be even better than my brothers! I'll try my best to be! So don't you dare thinking of going anywhere!"

❄️

Satan seemed to be extra wary of you during all the magical classes. Potions, Charms, Curses and hexes - everywhere the demon of Wrath followed even tricking teachers if he needed to.

"I'm not trying skip my classes or anything, Satan." You said one day, turning to look at him. It was the last class of the day and everyone had left the room except the two of you.

"What I'm worried about is much worse than that and you know it, MC. Now let's go home."

He reaches out his hand. You don't take it, just sighing and glancing at the potion on your desk.

"Everyday I wake up hoping that all these bad feelings were a nightmare. But every morning, it's real. I'm tired."

"What is it that worries you so?" He leans down to cup your face, turning your eyes to meet his earnest ones.

"It's a human problem."

"I don't need to be human to understand your pains. Just give it a chance, won't you?"

You left the classroom holding his hand, the vial of the Sleeping Draught potion you'd concocted lay smashed, a mess on the floor. Satan apologized for his clumsiness.

❄️

Asmodeus had the unfortunate timing to barge in the middle of your breakdown. He gasped and fell to the ground watchin you curled up in bed with your eyes red and puffed up.

Immediately on his knees he crawls towards you, his gentle touch nudging you back to some resemblance of reality. "Darling..."

"I'm fine. Just need some more rest." You shook your head and tried to brave a smile. "Need to be alone and relax a bit."

"Oh MC, if it's relaxation you want, there's noone but me that can provide you the best!" He promptly tucked you in the sheets with him.

"Asmo I don't need-"

"Shhh! Give me a chance, won't you? If you don't like within 10 minutes, I'll leave you alone."

You closed your eyes and sighed, wanting to get over it. But then Asmo's fingers ran through your hair, soft and cool, gentle and slow. For once, all the horrible voices in your head fell asleep before you did.

"How do you feel MC?" He coos as he brushes some hair off your forehead. You only murmur in hia name in response, he chuckles and pulls you closer. His heart beats easier seeing you at peace.

[lightfeltmemories]

hello!! <333

(sorry for poor grammar or language mistakes, english is not my first language😭😭) (also this is my first time requesting something, AND I'M NOT A MINOR, i turned 19 a month ago <33)

your writing is AMAZINGGG AGHHHH

nah but srsly the way you write the characters is sooo realistic, i hate fanfiction where the characters are written totally different from how they actually are, but the way you write the characters IS SO CANONNN

i'm already in love with ur blog🆘

sooo ummm im requesting for non-con w feitan🙏

anyways ily pls be healthy

aww, thank you so much! i do get a bit insecure about how i potray characters and this just made my evening! and sadly, you didn't provide a storyline, you know, specifically what you wanted to happen aside from the non con (how they meet, whether the reader is apart of the troupe or not etc etc) so i decided to make my own storyline so i hope this is nice! also, because it's easier to write imo the reader is afab with she/her pronouns.

BUNNY.

feitan x female!reader | nsfw

tags: there is a bit of chrollo x reader however it's still mainly feitan x reader, reader insert goes by the name "bunny" to avoid using things such as y/n not to mention it's a lot easier to memorize,

tw's: heavy non-con (obviously), blood, slight gore, torture usual feitan shit, reader pisses herself (thought it would be interesting to add), dacryphilia, anal

notes: this took a lot longer than expected, i'm not the most proud of this piece so sorry if it's not ground breaking or the most descriptive literally ever, this will also be posted on my ao3

w; 4,227

minors, ageless or blank blogs do not interact

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"let me go! let me the fuck go!"

she yelled as the restraints on her arms and legs were tightly bound to the seat beneath her, she tried biting at anyone who dared to touch her.

in front of her was the dead body of her last comrade, his face was unrecognizable due to how much blood covered it, cuts and bruises everywhere on his body and all 10 fingernails were peeled off, scattered on the floor.

it was something she was used to seeing, she had saw peoples guts spilled out of their stomach, she had seen peoples heads ripped off of their necks..

but what it's someone she had known for so long in the same fate.. she can't help but feel uneasy.

her captors didn't seem even the slightest bit fazed by her behavior, it's like they're used to people acting this way.

one of them was taller, he lacked eyebrows is a notable feature of his, and the shorter one was pale, with messy black hair, the bottom half of his face was covered by what appears to be some type of scarf.

"she's a feisty one, how do you plan on breaking her?" the blonde said, who she later learned that his name was phinks, and the other's feitan.

"i have something new in mind." is all feitan said.

"alright, i'll leave it to you." phinks takes his leave, all she could do is wonder what he plans on doing to her, she heard that he tortures people, so, she expects to come out with scars.

but little did she know, she was in for something pretty different.

feitan steps closer to her, softly placing his rough, cold hands on her soft cheek, she flinches at the touch, making him pull his hand back at her action.

he stares at her, watches as she tries to break the restraints, only bruising her arms and legs.

"you're too weak." he said.

"either shut up or get me out of here!" she gathers enough saliva and ejects it to his face, spitting on him.

he goes to pull out something, a cloth, to wipe away the spit at his face.

"pathetic little girl.." he walks closer, bending down to her level to admire her features, but all it appears is him staring at her, blankly.

no wonder they call you bunny..

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there were 15 people apart of a gang, dealing with drugs, getting into fights with other gangs, and other things of the sort, it was dangerous work.

it was all started less than 15 years ago by a man, a 19 year old boy named adrian, who had joined a gang in order to protect his sister from other gangs, the area they lived in was ridden with poverty and crime, murders, rapes and kidnappings happened what seemed like almost every day, anyone was at risk no matter the age or gender.

and throughout the course of these 15 years the crime started to drop, all because of this gang, but after the leader died due to unknown circumstances, most likely murdered, adrian became the leader, and things changed,

adrian became the thing he swore to protect his sister from.

but his sister, now an adult, had gone down her own path of crime, she became more ruthless than that of her brother, at first not wanting her to join, he thought that she would be useful in a way, so, she became the first female member.

because of her cute appearance, they referred to her as "bunny," she may be cute but she's anything but, her face and clothes covered in blood and guts, an arsenal of weapons at her disposal, and, a master manipulator, often times used to "seduce" men into gaining information, but she would never actually sleep with any of them.

things started to take a strange turn when another gang had gotten involved.

the phantom troupe.

how this all started was that the spiders leader, chrollo, had gotten himself involved with bunny, she had to admit, he was a fine, handsome man, he spoke in a way bunny had never even heard of.

for their first "date," he took her to a nice, upscale restaurant, the food was expensive, something bunny may not ever afford, however, it was delectable.

the two of them never actually suspected one another to be apart of any type of gang.. or did they?

things didn't turn out well for obvious reasons, chrollo was using her to get closer to their boss, because apparently, he had something valuable, the details were vague, not even bunny was aware of what the hell was going on, and now her and the rest of the gang were dragged into it, because her boss, no, her brother, had owed someone something.

and it may possibly lead to his death.

when bunny found out, she was pissed, her brother had stolen from the spiders, and now they were after them.

what the hell was bunny going to do against the spiders, she's smart enough to know that she is no match, and that it's sudden death for her if they ever manage to put their anger towards her.

or was it?

bunny was not weak, she was one of the few apart of the gang that used nen, she rarely used it unless it calls for desperate measures, but, her ability consisted of her being able to manipulate her opponents to see their fears.

and she might have to use it against a few members.

but it didn't work.

she was still defeated.

she was the one left standing after the gang, her family, all fell beneath her, at the hands of the phantom troupe.

her brother, adrian, holds his broken, bloodied arm as he limps over to her.

"b-bunny.... get out of here.. you're no match for them... just ru-"

he was cut off with a sword stabbing through his chest, blood staining the concrete floors as she succumbs to his death, the sword is pulled away and his lifeless body falls to the floor.

the one who killed him appears to be a samurai.

bunny felt what appears to be fear for the first time in her adult life, she couldn't move, she just froze..

she shakes at the sight of him, as he slowly moves forward.

she was going to die, there was no doubt about it.

she closes her eyes, preparing for the same fate, but that's not what happened, she's still alive.

"kill everyone else, except for bunny" were the orders given by chrollo according to one of the members; nobunaga, that same samurai that killed her brother.

but why? why was she spared? did chrollo see something in her? was she useful?

"feitan, do whatever you want with her, but don't hurt her too much, and don't spill too much blood."

---

and now were here, she stares into the dark purple eyes of her captor, he steps back from her face.

"what the hell are you doing to do to me?" she asked, she knew now that trying to fight back was useless, the restraints were on far to tightly.

he didn't answer, but goes on to pick up something on a nearby table; a small blade.

she was going to be tortured the same way he was.

he walks to her slowly, pointing the blade at the top of her shirt, slowly lowering the blade down, towards the end of her torso, making a clean slice, the shirt falls apart, revealing her breasts covered by her bra.

at the sight of the medium sized breasts, feitan feels his pants growing tighter, hidden cock twitching at the sight of not only her angered, yet scared expression, but how her breasts sit perfectly up.

but he wanted to drag this on further.

and with one quick slash, the bra is now cut in half, too, her breasts fall out from the now useless bra, revealing only a small bit of her areola whilst the rest is covered by the bra cusps.

now going down to her pants, with the same blade, it cuts smoothly away, slowly revealing her underwear, she didn't want to make any sudden movements, as he might cut her skin if he does.

the pants were now cut in half, her clothes were ripped in half to reveal the most intimate parts of her.

feitan goes on to untie the restraints.

"any sudden movements, and i'll kill you." he said lowly.

it was useless to fight back now, she got the hint on what he was planning on doing, he wanted to break her in another way, not in the usual torture way.

but by fucking her, whether she wanted it or not.

the restraints were removed, but before she could even think about moving, the blade was held to her neck, so close that it poked her, but not enough to draw blood.

"on your knees."

slowly dropping to the floor to get on her knees, she listens to every command he orders.

"remove your clothes."

she removes her shirt, bra, shoes, pants and underwear, she's naked, while he remains fully clothed, looking down at her pathetic frame, she could've sword a small chuckle was heard from him.

this guy was menacing.

he starts to shuffle with his pants, pulling them down only to reveal his leaking cock.

for his small size, it was just slightly above average, but enough to do something without causing any pain.

it was hard as a brick, was he turned on by her suffering.

he grabs the back of her head, and pushes her head towards his cock, forcing her lips to part around the head, he pushes himself down her throat, making her gag, pulling out with a single strip of saliva trailing it.

"a stupid bitch you are, can't even take my cock down your throat."

she wanted to punch his head off right then and there, clutching her fists as his cock re enters her mouth, but he didn't push all the way to her throat, going slow as he pulls and pushes in and out of her mouth.

she felt small drips of his precum touch her tongue, feitan pulled at her hair to remove her from his cock again, and pushes her face to his balls, forcing her to smell them, for a minute she realizes what he's trying to do, she pulls out her tongue out to lick the base of his cock.

"good girl." he tells her. "now you try on your own."

he officially removes his hand from her hair completely, he now expects her to suck his cock on her own.

she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to pump back and forth as her mouth follows behind, the pace gradually grows faster, the sounds of her soft moans and saliva begin to fill a part of the room.

his hand returns to the back of her head while his other goes to remove her hand that is pumping away at his cock, only wanting her mouth, helping her move at the pace he wants her, he moves his hips back and fourth a little faster than her, every time the tip touches the back of her throat she gags, rejecting him.

he wants to bypass her gag reflex, not caring at all for her gags.

"thats right, choke on it.." he says to himself, he sees the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, enjoying the sight of her wet eyes, because he's the one thats causing it.

a girl who came in oh so mighty and oh so tough, is now slowly but surly falling apart at his hands, he is slowly undoing her, and he loves it.

he can't help but go just a bit deeper, to her her lips touch the small amounts of pubic hair he has, she squeezes her eyes shut as she tries not to gag, a grin creeps up from behind his scarf, she's trying oh so hard.

"poor bunny, is my cock too much for you?" he mocks. "don't worry, it'll all be over soon.."

he pushes as far as he can, her cute, soft, delicate features will soon be covered in his semen, pulling away from her mouth to pump away at his cock, shooting out small amounts before more and more cover her face, shooing away at her hair, mouth and cheeks, and once he was done, he lets go of her now messy hair, viewing what he had done.

she uses her index finger to remove some of it from her face.

"taste it." he commands her.

looking down at the substance, the blade returns to her face, reminding her that he can and will kill her if she doesn't obey.

her tongue grazes the liquid, before sticking her whole finger in her mouth, tasting the salty, murky substance.

"not so bad, right?"

"i guess not." she responds.

"bend over on the table, over there." he commands again.

she stands up to walk over to the table, despite for how long she had been sitting on her legs making them a bit weak, she bends over on the table, sticking her ass forward for him to see.

viewing her ass, feitan grazes his hand over one of her cheeks, giving it a good hard slap, making her jump, and tighten her legs shut.

after seeing her reaction, he had gotten an idea.

feitan walks to a part of the room she couldn't see in her peripheral vision, before returning mere seconds later with something long and lanky in his hands.

was that.... a belt? or a whip? or maybe a mixture of the two.

after he managed to make it over to her, the leather piece of whatever-the-hell-it-was softly grazes the other cheek, before a hard, painful slap hits her, making her throw her head back, and borderline scream in pain.

"that was 1, out of 10."

just 10 more to go, hopefully he doesn't raise the number... hopefully.

another smack, this time on her left check.

"2."

and another on her right.

"3."

and another, on her left.

"4."

but he stopped, for a short moment, he see's her trembling, her legs especially, her cheeks were red, she gripped the end of the table, tears welling up in her eyes, she tried not to give him what he wanted, she tried not to sob.

but something else came out as well.

she feels herself let loose, as warm liquid falls to the floor.

feitan watched as she, quite frankly, pissed herself.

and we didn't even get to number 5.

feitan shakes his head in disappointment. "how old are you?"

"what?"

"i said how old are you?"

"uh... 23?"

......

"i'll raise the number to 23."

"damnit." she said to herself, why did she have to piss herself? she couldn't have just held it in a little longer?

"but i'll be nice this time and start from 5.. you were good up until then... you count this time."

he resumes, this time again on her left, and waits for her response.

"if you don't respond, we'll have to start over."

"5..." she stutters out, through her tears, she couldn't help it, he was hitting her so hard, and it hurts.. so fucking bad.

on her right cheek.

"6..."

she let out a few quiet sobs, not even close to the last 2 digits.

on her left cheek.

"7..."

her tears started to stain the table, she wept, and screamed at each smack.

on her right cheek.

"8..."

it kept going on, and on, and on, until she finally reached 23, she felt like she would almost pass out by the amount of pain she had to endure, not even period cramps were this bad, and that was saying a lot.

her pussy still moist from her piss, feitan had gotten an idea, but for him, it was still far too early for it.

he flips her on her back, getting a good view of her, her clit was peaking through the lips.

normally, he wouldn't care much for the pleasure of the person he's sleeping with, it was all to chase his own pleasure, however.. something came to him.

just fucking her senseless won't do for now, he wanted to see her completely undone, of course he was halfway there, she still looked at him with hatred and disgust.

but he wanted to hear her moan, to at least hear her beg for more of him.

and he knew exactly what to do.

using his middle and index finger, he pushes her lips apart, revealing her clitoris in all its glory, it sits unbothered and for now untouched.

for now.

he starts off with soft, teasing touches, in the most sensitive areas.

for her, it wasn't painful, no, it was pleasurable.

he wanted her to feel pleasure, all to boost his ego.

that he'll for sure break her.

she tries not to make any sound, its easy, but she can't lay here and lie by saying it didn't feel good, it did, in fact, it felt amazing.

especially when he goes on to remove his scarf, revealing his face entirely, she doesn't know if its because of what he's doing, but he isn't all that bad looking.

he pulls out his tongue to softly lap at her sensitive clit, her legs twitch at the sensation and she throws her head back, damn, it really did feel good.

she couldn't help but let out at least a couple cute soft moans, but, he heard them, continuing to lick away, he pressed his lips against it to suck, making her, unknowingly, slip out a groan, urging him to continue.

his plan was working, she was moaning for him to continue, just to take things to the next level, he sticks two fingers inside of her gaping, wet entrance, curling his fingers to find that spot.

and once he did, her reaction did not disappoint.

"f-fei!"

he didn't stop, but continued doing the thing that made her yell out his name.

music to his ears.

"f-fuck..." she gasped as she felt herself already nearing her orgasm.

but he felt her start to tense up, and he backed away, watching her, watching him.

she looked at him as if he was crazy, she could see the amused smile on his face as he watched her look up at him, her face once again showed those soft features of hers.

"... just like a bunny." he whispered to her.

she scoffs, looking away from him, getting a chuckle out of him, he could see how embarrassed she was, but he'll make sure to wipe that off her face again.

he debated on it, but, he decided to remove his cloak, revealing his fit body, he could tell by the way she looked at her, she was surprised he hid all of that underneath him.

she didn't know how or what to feel.. no.. she can't grow attracted to her captor, no... no...

quickly looking away from him, he starts to put his cock near her entrance.

"whats wrong?" he asks her.

she looks back up again.

"fuck.. he's so...." in her head, an eternal conflict, but for sure, her body would show it.

feitan looks down to see her producing the lube for him.. "it seems like your body is telling me what you think..." slowly pushing in his tip, then forwarding a little more, watching her reaction, she looks in anticipation as she teasingly enters her.

until he reaches it, making her tense up, curling her toes.

"don't be shy.. let me know how good it feels.." he starts to slowly back in, and back out, softly making contact with her sweet spot.

her breathing became manual, as she watches his thick, yet averagely long cock appears then disappear inside her, using his thumb to play with her swollen, needy clit once more.

she bites her lip to keep shut, she saw how he reacted when she moaned, she wanted to make him work for it.

"playing that game, are we?" he asks her.

"yeah, i guess we a-AH!"

he uses his index and middle finger to pinch her clit, making her yelp.

"there it is.." he said to himself, he thrusts faster, hitting her spot each second, her breathing started to get heavier, and vocal.

she couldn't help but let a few moans slip out as he played with her clit, while pounding away inside of her.

he hasn't even been in for less than 5 minutes and she already feels herself reaching her end, squeezing tight on his cock.

"f-fuck... fe-f-..."

"say it, my whole name.."

"f-f-fei...feitan... please..."

"please what?"

"please... make me cum..."

feitan lets out a short laugh, seeing her beg underneath him, seeing her spirit is fully broken.

the sight itself makes him want to cum.

he pulls out from her, making her whine for more, but he had gotten an idea, he observes her body, figuring out how this plan will go.

he wants to try something different.

flipping her over on her stomach, he parts her cheeks to view the second, more tighter yet often forbidden hole.

she looks back to view what he was trying to do, and realizes that he wanted to fuck her ass.

she wasn't ready.

"w-wait! i don't take it up there!"

feitan shoots a glare at her, making her relax.

he gathers some of her slick and coats it on both her ass and his cock, before pressing his tip against the hole, but she tightens it.

"relax." he tells her.

"i'm trying.. but.." she tries to unclench, but every time his tip presses it makes her tense up again.

feitan slowly sticks a finger inside to get her used to it, pushing it back and forth.

she tightly grips the table once again as even his finger was too big for her, she didn't want to clench since it would make it even more uncomfortable for her.

but, feitan was feitan, he didn't necessarily care, if anything he wanted to see how she would react to his cock pounding at her ass, he easily slides in with the help of lube; created by her.

she borderline screams out, as he was only halfway inside of her, the new, uncomfortable feeling was too much for her to handle.

"what happened to the bunny before?" feitan was at this point in all the way.

she couldn't answer, at this point, he got what he wanted, just by her being here, he already won.

because of how tight she was, he wasn't able to move as freely as he would if he was inside of her pussy, and even with the use of her slick it was still a bit dry.

grabbing her still bruised cheeks, the sensation still stung, but not as bad as before.

hell, now he was in the position of trying to keep his moans hidden, though not the easiest to move around in, the tightness was it's positive, without the wetness of her pussy.

her ass clapped against him as he thrusted in her, despite how red it is, he couldn't help but deliver a hard slap, making her yelp in pain, her head was thrown back, and feitan catched a few locks of her hair, and starts to pound away, seeing she starts to loosen up just a tiny bit, getting used to his size.

"so.... tight..." he says under his breath, to her it was only mumbles, they didn't even sound like moans.

he tried not to cum so quickly, especially since chrollo had told him not to cum inside of her.

"oh.. oh shit.." she moans softly as he holds on to her hips to keep her steady, noticing how fast he was thrusting; he was getting closer.

and closer.

and closer.

until he swiftly pulls out, and shoots ropes of his semen onto her ass, and lower back, hearing him groan as he pumps his cock.

she was worn out, laying on the table as if it was a bed, she didn't move, staring in the far distance of her long dead comrade.

"what happens now?" she manages to get out, tiredly.

feitan was too busy putting his clothes back on, as if he never even took them off, did he hear her question or was he ignoring her? who knows.

footsteps could be heard in the distance, and then the door opens.

that same blonde guy from earlier.

"so, how'd it go?" phinks asked.

"she gave in pretty easily." feitan replied.

"thought so, those types always do." phinks jokes, followed by a short laugh. "hope you didn't catch feelings or anything, you know what chrollo plans with her, right?"

"no, actually." feitan replied.

phinks looks back at her, still passed out on the table, he walks over to get a closer view. "damn, you sure you didn't kill her? or drug her?" he sounded a bit concerned.

"nope." feitans short response. "she's probably just tired."

"i guess so." phinks takes a look over at her ass, bruised.

the two men talk and converse, but she was too knocked out of it to really pay attention.

she didn't know what she had in store.

[danihow]

Fix you

Song Mingi x Spouse!GN!Reader

ATEEZ

Requested by anon who said:

H. Don't cry, you know I'll cry if you cry; husband!au; ateez mingi plss 🤧💗

Summary: After a really shitty day you are met with your sweet husband who hates to see you cry.

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Simping, rain, mentions of not feeling enough, idk what else though.

A/N: was this proofread? No, I don't want to make me erase the whole thing i wrote last night, sooo, here you go. (i'm so deeply sorry about how bad this is after a request that stood in my request for literally a year)

The whole world seemed to be against you at this very second, you could feel dozens of eyes upon you every time you breathed, waiting for you to finally fall apart, to finally break.

And the worst part is that you don't even know why you felt like this, like the world was crumbling out of your hands without a reason, and there was no time for that right now.

You could handle the weight on your shoulder, you have done it with little to no problem ever since you were a child.

Then, why was it so hard for you to do that same thing right now.

Your gut was twisting on itself, stomach dropped to your feet, heart thumping against your ribcage with brutal force, lungs breathing shakily slow in an attempt not to break down in the middle of the subway.

All you could wish for right now was to get to the safety of your home, everything hurting too much to even think. Pain so sharp you could barely register your surroundings, almost missing your stop, getting down to be met with pouring rain outside.

Just what you were missing.

With no umbrella on hand, just your coat with you, you tried to cover as much as you could and started to run (or more like jog carefully) under the rain to your apartment, after crossing two streets you slipped, falling onto the wet sidewalk and you coat falling on a puddle and your stuff flying everywhere, getting wet.

This was the last straw, everything you had bottled up, everything you sealed with pressure, your glass spilling, the same way that tears were now running down your cheeks, blending together with the rain droplets that fell through strands of your hair onto your face, you could bear the pain inside you anymore.

Getting up, still crying, you gathered your belongings and began walking home, no care towards the rain, nor the cold, it didn't matter that much anymore, you just wanted to go home.

Once there, getting out of the elevator on your floor you began walking to your apartment, wet shoes making funky sounds with each step you took, clothing drenched and cold, sniffles leaving you as you were calmer after the ten minute walk down the rain concentrated now on how cute the color of the floors was.

"y/n?" you heard that familiar voice asks, making you snap you head up, spotting Mingi no more than 4 meters away from you, umbrella and coat in hand.

Seeing your husband there, standing in all his dry and warm presence made you tear up again, frustrated about your day again. "Mingi..." You muttered barely above a whisper, lower lip quivering before breaking down again, his worried form coming to take you in his embrace.

"Oh my god love, you are all soaked, I was going to meet you halfway, if you didn't have an umbrella you could've called." He said, putting his coat above your shoulder before kissing your head.

"My phone died, and if I talked to anyone I would cry more." You managed to say between quiet sobs, hands trying to clear you vision, looking up to him.

"Come one let's go inside." He urged in the calmest way he could, walking you to the inside of your shared apartment, helping you take off everything you carried, rushing to get you some of his warm hoodies and your favourite stay at home clothes. "Wanna talk about it?" He said once you were all dried up, or most of your at least, hair still damp.

He cradled you with so much love, letting you sit between his spread legs on the bed, facing him as his hands run up and down your back, it made you feel overwhelmed, undeserving.

"I'm so sorry I cause so much trouble." You said before breaking once again, tears silently running down your cheeks, no more sobs coming out of your throat, just your body being flooded by so many bad emotions.

"No my love, don't cry, you know I'll cry if you cry." He said, one hand moving to cup your cheek, cleaning your tears with his thumb as the metallic sensation of his wedding ring contrasting with the skin of his hands, his own eyes teary to seeing the love of his live, his light, his own safe place so bothered, so sad and overwhelmed. So broken.

"I just want to stop feeling like this." You said, leaning in his touch, trying not to cry for him.

"I know, I know, just talk to me, I'm here for you, I'll always be." Mingi said, pressing his forehead against yours sweetly, comforting, even soothing your distress.

"I'm just so broken, everything I do is wrong, feels wrong, I feel like I'm disappointing everyone, like I'm not enough, and I hate it." You say, his heart breaking to the knowledge of you feeling like he did, his light so deemed down, so broken.

"You are more than enough love, you are my whole world, and every time you feel like you don't do enough, your don't are enough, I’ll be there to prove you so wrong every single time." He says, right before repeating your words. "If you need fixing, I'll be there to help you grow again."

"Thank you, thank you so much." You whispered, hands resting on his sides, fingers tracing imaginary figures on his skin under his sweater, a bit calmer, noticing the way tears streamed down his cheeks just as yours.

"Don't worry, you've fixed me everytime I felt broken, now it’s my turn to fix you love." He said, a kiss on the top of your head before bringing you even closer to him.

[dragoncat91]

The waffle incident (Claude extended family fluff)

It'd been a year since Uzair's royal challenge. His wedding had happened, and he was now the proud father of an adorable little girl. The aging Thunder King already felt that his granddaughter was smarter than he was.

Today was a slower day in terms of kingly duties, so Boran decided to take the opportunity to teach his heir a thing or two about papers that needed done every week. But first, breakfast, and Danah and Uzair were making waffles.

The waffle iron was two iron plates and long handles that sat on a wood stove. Danah wrote down her mom's waffle batter recipe while her husband fed their daughter applesauce. Nasrin was teething, and while she liked the new food she was getting, she probably didn't understand why her mouth hurt or why she wasn't getting milk anymore. And she didn't have enough teeth for waffles, sadly.

The waffle batter hit the iron and exploded into a giant mass of batter that spilled everywhere. “Uzair, what did you put in that?” Danah scolded.

“I just put what you wrote.” He walked over and handed her the recipe.

She frantically attempted to clean up the spilled batter, but managed to read the recipe. “Oh. No, that was my fault, I put down the wrong measurement of yeast!”

He shut off the stove. Breakfast plans were changed as they now had to clean up their mess.

After breakfast, which was now dried fruit and granola in yogurt, Boran brought some papers for Uzair to practice on. He focused on the stack. “I don't know how he does this every day.”

“He's had years to learn.” Danah said.

“And I guess I should be thankful he's around to teach me. My grandfather apparently didn't teach him.”

“Died suddenly, right?”

He nodded. “Didn't even have time for a royal challenge. He was that sick.”

Former King Azar had been hands off and distant with his children. He'd fathered mostly girls, and Boran had been his only son. When his health declined suddenly and aggressively, he'd pulled Boran aside to give him advice, and signed over the throne in an emergency without requiring the gladiator spar that was the royal challenge. Boran kept his sisters from the same mother around and drifted apart from the rest, but he knew them still. And he'd vowed to be a better father than his own was.

Danah sat by Uzair, holding Nasrin on her lap. The baby babbled and cooed as her father patted her head.

“Now, how did he say to fill this section out...” Uzair trailed off.

Danah smirked. “Boy you just gotta do it.” She imitated Boran's voice.

Uzair stared at her and blinked.

“You young ones have made a big mess and it's unfair to force the maids to clean this up! Look at this, there's even batter on the ceiling! How the HELL does waffle batter get on the ceiling!”

Uzair snickered. “Danah, stop, you're going to get us in trouble.”

Nasrin's eyes widened. She looked at her father, who looked at her mother and busted a gut laughing.

“I can't even be angry, I do sound like that.” Boran walked into the room with a grin on his face. Danah turned beet red.

“Sorry, your majesty.” Danah muttered.

Boran placed more papers and quills on the table. “What did I say? I can't even be angry. As long as work gets done I don't mind being the butt of a joke for once.”

Nasrin babbled and squirmed. Her little pink orange eyes, the same color as her mother's, gazed at the inkwell. Uzair noticed her looking at it and moved it out of her reach.

“Remember the trick I told you about filling out this section.” Boran said.

“Right.” Uzair nodded.

[rikki-roses]

Fluffy February Day 24: Apology

SWTOR

Pairing: Kevra and Ashara, some Kevra/Andronikos

PG-13 - brief display of anger issues

Time period - shortly after Ashara Zavros joins the crew

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Kevra's glass of red wine was thrown against the wall with an angry roar when she found her workstation - containing three months' worth of organized, neat notes and research - in complete disarray. Many pages were torn or crumpled, ink had been spilled everywhere, the datapad with her digital sketches and field notes had been corrupted, and three different relics had been broken.

Sparks were already flying from her fingers when she turned to look for the culprit, her eyes blazing orange from the Dark Side, when she spotted Ashara cowering in the corner. Absolutely terrified, the fear rolling off of her in waves at Kevra's outburst. If it had been anyone else, Kevra would have feasted on their negative emotions as she ripped them a new one (literally and metaphorically) for ruining her work.

But one look at the teenager's wide eyes and tear-streaked cheeks was enough; Kevra felt like she'd been punched in the gut as all of her anger immediately evaporated. She tried to say something, anything, but barely got an "Ash, I-" before the teenager darted out of the room. Andronikos stopped her just outside the study as she tried to give chase.

"Easy, babe. She's not used to seeing that kind of display yet, give her some space so you can both chill out. Then talk to her and apologize."

"Yeah...you're right." Kevra let out a long, shaky breath before continuing. "I...I need to remember what it was like, when I was still in the Order. How the Jedi trained me, spoke to me. That's what she's used to, not the Sith outbursts."

Andronikos nodded sagely. "Yeah. Not going to get her very far with the Sith, though. I remember how Zash was to you, and how Baras was is Kuri. So, Sith mentality and teachings but with the Jedi gentle approach?"

Kevra opened and closed her mouth for a moment. "It's so stupid and obvious, but I could kiss you for thinking of it before me."

Andronikos merely smirked. "Thank me later. Go apologize to your Apprentice."

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Kevra found Ashara curled up in the engine room, sniffling. Kevra knelt just out of range, her stomach in knots with guilt.

"Ash, I'm sorry. I should not have reacted as strongly as I did."

Ashara blinked. They both stared at each other, unmoving.

"You're...apologizing? Is this another test?"

Kevra blinked in return before rubbing her temple. "No, Ash. I'm trying to be sincere."

Ashara stared for a moment before relaxing slightly. "Oh. Thank you. Then I'm sorry too for ruining your research; I wanted to help, and I thought you'd be happy if I took the initiative."

Kevra let out a long sigh. She wasn't used to being in this situation, and was still struggling to keep her anger in check.

"I appreciate that, but...maybe check with me before you do, next time."

"Am I in trouble, Master?"

Kevra stood up, then helped Ashara up.

"Yes, but I'm willing to be lenient. Help me clean up the mess and reorganize my research, and we'll be even."

[wrapmeinatortilla]

Chapter 7 - Muffins, Cakepops, and Coffee Spills

There are three things Y/n knows for certain:

1.) Danielle is her best friend

2.) Her favorite color is pink

3.) And the seven guys showing up in her dreams are both creepy and hot as hell

When Y/n starts college at her dream university, Decelis Academy, her dreams start to creep their way into reality. Things that are hidden come to light and she starts wishing some would have just stayed in the shadows.

Alternatively, you’re thrown into a world of supernatural beings. Are they friends, foes, or lovers? The choice is yours.

Reblogs are appreciated <3

Y/n shoved her phone in her pocket as she glanced at the large selection of muffins. She didn’t know exactly why all of a sudden she was craving the muffins from the campus coffee shop, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t opposed. The owners definitely knew how to make some killer sweets.

Y/n grabbed a blueberry muffin for herself and then two cakepops to bring home for Hanni and Danielle. Walking up to the counter she paid, smiling extra bright at the cashier Dokyeom, and turned around making her way to the exit. She tried to make her way to the exit, because instead she bumped into someone who wasn’t paying the best attention to his surroundings. The coffee cup being held in Jungwons hands went everywhere solely hitting the top that Y/n was wearing.

“Shit I am so sorry!” Jungwon panicked, dropping to the ground to pick up the cup he dropped and the bag the person he rammed into let go of.

“”It’s fine! Wait..Jungwon?” The person exclaimed. Jungwon finally had the guts to make eye contact with the person he possibly just ruined the night of.

“Y/n. Fuck now I feel even worse…” Jungwon signed grabbing some napkins to hand to the girl and more to clean up the mess on the floor.

“Really it’s okay! It’s just a shirt I can throw it in the wash when I get home!” Y/n spoke, trying to ignore the horrible feeling of her shirt sticking to her body.

“I can’t let you walk back home with a soaking wet shirt let alone at night when it’s chilly. Let me see if I have a spare sweatshirt in my bag stay here.” Jungwon said spinning on his heels to go back to his table.

Y/n stood idly, her face feeling hot, waiting for Jungwon to come back. When he did come back, Y/n realized that he had come back with the grey sweater he was wearing in his hands.

“Turns out my friend Jake took the sweatshirt out of my bag earlier, but it’s okay cause you can just use this one for right now.” Jungwon explained, handing the folded sweater to Y/n.

“Jungwon I can’t take this you’ll be cold-“

“Y/n please.” Jungwon said firmly his lips puckering into a pout that Y/n just couldn’t ignore.

Y/n let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine I’ll go change but when I get back you have to let me buy you a new coffee. Deal?”

“You don’t need to-“ “Deal?” “Yes fine. Deal.”

Y/n left Jungwon for a moment to go change and he stood there patiently and waited for her to return and when she did he could feel himself choke on air. The sweatshirt fit like it was made for you and you just looked so pretty Jungwon could’ve died again.

“This sweatshirt is super comfy thanks for letting me wear it!” Y/n said smiling at a gaping Jungwon. Jungwon fought the urge to say a multitude of things “god you’re so pretty”, “please wear things of mine more often”, “you can keep it”, etc. Finally instead he said

“No problem I’m glad you’re at least out of your sticky shirt.”

“Now I owe you a coffee.” Y/n said grabbing Jungwon by the hand and leading him back up towards the counter.

After obtaining the new drink that Jungwon swore this time that he wouldn’t spill, the two retreated back to the table Jungwon had been using a sit together.

“So Sunoo tells me that your major is communications?” Y/n asked nibbling on her blueberry muffin.

“Yeah I plan on going into product marketing as soon as I graduate,” Jungwon answered, “Considering Sunoo tells me how much you complain about chemistry there’s no way you’re a chem major…” Jungwon laughed.

Y/n nodded, “My major is premed! And I don’t complain THAT much about chem by the way!”

“That’s definitely not what I heard.”

The two talked for way longer that anticipated all the way up until Dokyeom started closing up.

“Let me walk you home it’s late.” Jungwon said grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

“You really don’t have to wonie- sorry I meant to say Jungwon!” Y/n spoke her face steaming with embarrassment.

Jungwons eyes sparkled. “You can call me wonie if I get to walk you home. Besides you don’t know what creatures lurk in the dark.” Jungwon said ominously making his hands look like claws.

Y/n groaned, “don’t tell me you’re like Danielle and believe in monsters and crap.”

“Maybe I do maybe I don’t.” Jungwon said mockingly trying hide the slight smirk in his tone.

The two set off to Y/n’s place telling eachother stories of their friend groups along the way. You would think they’d have known each other for ages considering how easily conversation flowed between them. However, the whole time Jungwon felt on edge, as if someone was watching the two but yet he couldn’t sense anyone.

When they walked up to Y/n’s home, Jungwon felt an overwhelming energy coming from the place. When he looked up he could see your friends staring from outside the window. While he watched you walk inside he deeply focused on what he was feeling.

‘A werewolf and a witch? Sunoo was right you have some weird friends’ Jungwon thought his eyes narrowing slightly at the two women.

Jungwon walked away with quick steps trying to get to a reasonable distance before just teleporting back home. Within a flash of movement, Jungwon was home and setting down his backpack.

“Just had the best night ever…” Jungwon started, entering the living space and seeing all six of his best friends sitting silent.

“Oh hello little brother it’s nice to see you again~”

a/n: double update oooooo

Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 8

[wolvesbaned]

Hello! I just wanted to ask what your favorite piece of werewolf media is, and if there's any werewolf book/movie/comic/etc. that influenced you in particular? Hope you're having a lovely day, take care!

hey! thank you so much for asking this question omg

this is actually a somewhat difficult question to answer bc a lot of my love of werewolves isn't derived from media i've seen them in, but moreso a deep resonance that i feel with them allegorically. it's like; i've always thought if i were to be a monster, it would have to be a werewolf, because it gives me personhood. there are so many different tenants of my identity and experience that i can apply that lens to, to better accept and understand myself, to experiment with, to find comfort in. idk. i love this type of monster so much it aches and i can't for the life of me explain it like a normal person. it is also a possibility that i have some cocktail of undiagnosed nuerodivergence and i'm simply obsessed/attached to them in that way?? like it's all so silly but werewolves helped me be queer and i am not even joking abt it. i also say this as somebody who has never kinned them or been or furry or anything like no it's all the metaphors. they are a way in which i view myself.

so tldr: yes hi i love monsters a Normal Amount <--is lying

BUT i love how Mike Ploog draws werewolves, I love this particular art piece by Johnny Dombrowski that I want to get a tattoo of someday, I love comic lycans (there's this issue I have of Jughead with an incredible werewolf illustration on it), I love An American Werewolf in London because they get the sad comic morbidity of it right and I hate Van Helsing 2004 but I have an 'I can fix her' version in my head where Van Helsing is a butch woman and that's the version that I love. But most importantly I love cultural mythos around werewolves, and how they're everywhere and have represented different things across different places and generations, stories abt unconditional love and rage and religion and irreparable mistakes and taboo and primality and mental illness and animal fear and family and girlhood and acceptance; every single werewolf story has something powerful and yet so intimate and human to it it literally makes me insane. i am not the right person to ask for recommendations because i'm just going to spill my guts all over your front doormat and ask to be let in

hope you also have a lovely day!! so sorry as i'm sure this was not the answer you expected lol. and if anyone has any good werewolf media recs please give them, bc , and not to sound vain, i actually don't have a lot that i find personally super intriguing outside my own interpretation and connection <3

[sucktacular]

Let me give you an ask I know you'll love. Top 5 moments from death note, any version including light novels is 👌🏼

OKay this is SO late because I wasn't using my desktop for a hot second and mobile doesn't like to tell me about inbox messages, but I also didn't check so that's my bad! <3 But both of y'all asking about top 5 death note momence has me so <3 <3 <3 ; w ;

Okay so I will preface this with: it has been a very hot minute since I read LABB so as much as I'm obsessed with it entirely, I probably forgot some very good moments. u_u These are gonna be silly moments cuz I like the funnies.

Starting at number 5 and going to my favorite moment:

5. The entire time Light is under house surveillance. From the weirdly conservative and leisurely skimming of lingerie mags to look like an average, regular teen (not believable). To the famous "I'll take a potato chip... heh... AND EAT IT!" scene. Classic.

4. I think it's like 1 week max since Light had got the Death Note. Lind L. Taylor shows up on tv and Light is like ??. He introduces himself as "L", says I have a pretty good idea of why you're doing this, but "what you are doing... is evil!". And Light IMMEDIATELY is like oh FUCK this guys ENTIRE life. DIE! Which also outs his location like entirely, LOL. Idk it's just very funny to me. Anti-kira? CANCELLED... LIVE!!!

3. Light and L's fist fight(s). Love watching these homophobic gays fight each other with their bare hands and get knocked around because they're chained together. They clearly love it too and I wish they'd get their hands dirty a bit more often instead of just always using their massive brains to have dirty brain sex.

2. From the LABB Murder Cases, Chapter 5, Page 117-119: A very close second favorite part of mine is when Naomi comes up from the kitchen at a crime scene with some coffee on a tray for her and Rue Ryuzaki (private detective and Freak). She opens the door and askes if he found any more clues and then notices he's just laying in the middle of the room, flat on his back, arms and legs sprawled out like a star fish. She's frozen looking at this dude and then repeats the question and is kinda worried he's gonna start crawling around with his back arched like in some horror movie (ps. For context: she found this guy at a crime scene when she looked under the bed and he crawled out from under it (hes a seasoned on-all-fours crawler), and ate a jar of jam with his bare hands for lunch. amongst... other things. so she's already going THROUGH it with this dude). He doesn't respond and shes like uhm? and he says "I'm a corpse." "Hunh??" "I have become a corpse. I cannot answer. I am dead." She's bewildered but just accepts it and ponders how to get around this dude so she can put the coffee tray down. She eventually goes to jump over him but completely fucks it and steps, in boots, right on his gut. In an attempt to catch her balance and not spill the hot coffee on him and everywhere she puts her entire weight on him." "Gah!" said the corpse." "S-sorry!" she remarks and then they carry on. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall with these two.

From the LABB Murder Cases, Chapter 2, Page 55-56: My favorite part of the book (tho honestly there are so many so don't quote me on that lol) is when Naomi goes into the bathroom to speak to L on the phone about the case at hand. She reports that a strange private detective is there helping her. To which L asks point blank: "Is he cool?" and shes like.... what? and he repeats the question and she's still unsure how to answer such a question, but lays it on THICK. She's dead honest and is like this guy SUCKS, he's quite honestly a PATHETIC FREAK and a WEIRDO "and I'm surprised he hasn't killed himself yet". I'm crying! She said that!! There is silence and L changes the subject back to the case. BUT the best part is she leaves the bathroom to go back to investigating and the "freak" in question (Rue Ryuzaki) is standing right there and was most likely eaves dropping on the whole conversation she just had. The whole scene has me hollering entirely and I think about this art done by @/ekmeko everyday. Link

[oculusxcaro]

📔+ learning the ins and outs of her condition.

SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

Something is really wrong with me.

Made a fool of myself at work this morning, dropping Chief O'Hara's breakfast all over the floor. It couldn't be helped. My muscles just had to have a spasm attack, spilling coffee and pancakes everywhere. First time it happened at work and it just had to be in front of her, didn't it? Kelly was so sweet about the whole thing too which only made me feel worse, even wanting to call an ambulance because a chunk of glass was sticking out of my arm. I don't think she noticed it went deeper than it looked. It didn't bleed much, just a small trickle and stopped a few seconds after that. I pulled the piece of glass out so the cut wouldn't start healing around it right away and leave anything inside, and when Kelly's handcloth pulled away, it just looked like a nasty pink gash. I'd sooner her think I was overdramatic than scared that when she lifted that fabric, there would be a fresh batch of eyes looking back at her.

...

It's April. I forget which day, it probably doesn't matter. Don't feel good at all, hungry but not able to keep anything down or feel satisfied. Bread? Nope. Packet of Fridge Raiders? Supposed to be chicken but eating them was just like eating the bread, tasteless and gutting. I boiled up some eggs. They were okay. I ate one and am saving the rest for later when I feel a little better.

... It's been a week since I last ate. The eggs aren't good anymore but I feel better. Weighed myself to be sure everything's okay, expecting a little weight loss. I'm heavier by 10 pounds. How. ... May Day. Eyes are growing on my forearm again. They sure are persistent about growing in that spot, between where my forearm regrew and where the original tissue ends. Last time I scraped them was 2 days ago. I'll need to do it again tonight before I go to work, before they start regaining function. I hate it when they squirm. It's disgusting. I'm disgusting. ... Hurt Cindy tonight. I didn't mean it, she clamped a hand on my shoulder as I came in from 'smoke break' but really I just needed to stand under the rain for a few minutes. I jumped. She jumped like she got an electric shock because she did. Thank God she's okay but I'll never forget that look of hurt in her eyes, afraid and unsure I'd hit her somehow and she just didn't see it happen for some reason. I'm sorry you have to work with a monster, Cindy. Please don't think I hate you.

[fourfeetteninches]

hello autism website the food journey continues (kind of)

the meal today isnt one that would typically come with vegetables but i made do. i had some spinach with apple cider vinegar as a dressing which made it infinitely more tolerable. plus ACV allegedly great for gut health. my favourite flavour is the sharpness of vinegar so i feel like i could see myself eating a full on salad if i could dress it in either ACV or salad cream (would like to also try the balsamic we have in the cupboard but in my youth i have been known to spill it everywhere so i can't even touch the bottle unsupervised)

this is less of a win but im still counting it, my mum had an omelette and i was going to try a little piece but we both agreed it would not be for the best because she sprinkled in some of her (vegan and gluten free) cheese and she just knows if i got a bit of that cheese in it the texture would put me off for life (i say this with all the love to dairy and gluten free baddies. im so sorry for the cheese you have to eat) but i'm counting it as a win because i was open to it (usually its like a week minimum between new food experiences for me)

[dontyoufinditstrange]

Guts (Spilled) Lyrics That Alter My Brain Chemistry

all-american bitch:

"i pay attention to things that most people ignore" "i am built like a mother and a total machine" "i feel for your every little issue i know just what you mean" "i make light of the darkness, i've got sun in my motherfucking pocket" "i know my age and i act like it" "i don't get angry when i'm pissed, i'm the eternal optimist" "i scream inside to deal with it"

bad idea right?:

"i know we're done, i know we're through, but god, when i look at you" "fuck it, its fine" "i only see him as a friend, the biggest lie i ever said" "i know i should stop, but i can't" "i'm sure i've seen much hotter men, but i really can't remember when"

vampire:

"how's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?" "i loved you truly, gotta laugh at the stupidity" "i used to think i was smart, but you made me look so naive" "bleed me dry like a goddamn vampire" "you're so convincing, how do you lie without flinching?" "what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill, can't figure out just how you do it and god knows i never will" "you can't love anyone cause that would mean you had a heart" "i tried to help you out, now i know that i can't, cause how you think's the kind of thing i'll never understand"

lacy:

"did i ever tell you that i'm not doing well?" "it takes over my life, i see you everywhere, the sweetest torture one could bear" "i'm losing it lately" "i feel your compliments like bullets on skin" "like ribbons in your hair my stomach's all in knots, you've got the one thing that i want" "try to rationalize people are people but its like you're made of angel dust" "you poison every little thing that i do" "i just loathe you lately" "i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you" "i despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you"

ballad of a homeschooled girl:

"feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones" "i made it weird, i made it worse" "each time i step outside, its social suicide" "everything i do is tragic"

making the bed:

"another thing i ruined i used to do for fun" "another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine" "another thing i forced to be a sign" "sometimes i feel like i don't wanna be where i am" "i'm so tired of being the girl that i am" "i'm playing the victim so well in my head" "i tell someone i love them, just as a distraction" "they're changing my machinery and i just let it happen" "i got the things i wanted, its just not what i imagined"

logical:

"i'd put myself though hell for you" "i fell for you like water falls from the february sky" "cause id rain don't pour and sun don't shine, then changing you is possible" "you lied, you lied, you lied" "i know i'm half responsible and that makes me feel horrible" "i know i could've stopped it all, god why didn't i stop it all?"

get him back!:

"do i love him, do i hate him? i guess its up and down" "i wanna get him back, i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad" "cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad" "i want sweet revenge and i want him again" "when i told him how he hurt me, he told me i was trippin" "i wanna meet his mom just to tell her her son sucks"

love is embarrassing:

"now it doesn't mean a thing god love's fucking embarrassing" "just watch as i crucify myself for some weird second string loser who's not worth mentioning" "my god how could i be so stupid?"

the grudge:

"took everything i loved and crushed it in between your fingers" "my undying love, now i hold you like a grudge" "and i hear your voice every time i think i'm not enough" "i try to be tough, but i wanna scream" "i say i don't care, i say that i'm fine, but you know i can't let it go i've tried, i've tried, i've tried, for so long" "it takes strength to forgive but i don't feel strong" "i fantasize about a time you're a little fucking sorry" "i try to understand why you would do this all to me, you must be insecure, you must be so unhappy" "i know in my heart, hurt people hurt people, and we both drew blood but man those cuts were never equal" "i try to be tough, i try to be mean, but eve after all this you're still everything to me"

pretty isn't pretty:

"there's always something in the mirror that i think looks wrong" "when pretty isn't pretty enough, what do you do?" "i try to ignore it, but its everything i see. its in the poster on the wall, its in the shitty magazines, its in my phone, its in my head, its in the boys i bring to bed, its all around, its all the time, i don't know why i even try"

teenage dream:

"got your whole life ahead of you, you're only nineteen" "but i fear they already got all the best parts of me" "they all say that it gets better, it gets better, but what if i don't?"

obsessed:

"i'm starin at her like i wanna get hurt" "i can't help it, i got issues, i can't help it" "oh god she makes me so upset"

girl i've always been:

"i have captors i call friends" "i got panic rooms inside my head" "i get down with crooked men" "but i am the girl i've always been" "you say i'm cruel beyond my years" "i got wrapped up in the game again"

scared of my guitar:

"so why's there a pit in my gut in the shape of you?" "maybe i'm just overwhelmed, maybe i'm confused" "once you let the thought in then its already done" "so i'll lay in your arms and pretend its love" "i make excuses, my friends know the truth is i'm not as alright as i claim. i say that i'm fine, i tell them all the time as they watch all the light fade away" "what if i never find anything better?"

stranger:

"i was half myself without you, now i feel so complete" "i can't even remember what made me lose all that sleep" "you're just a stranger i know everything about" "you know i'll always think of you, i'll love you til the end of time, you are the best thing i'll ever keep so far out of my life" "there's nothing left for me to sing, i screamed, i cried, i did the whole thing, and i loved you mad but it doesn't matter anymore" "and if i'm not enough for you, you're not enough for me"

so american:

"he's like a poem i wish i wrote" "oh god its just not fair of him to make me feel this much" "i'm gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up"

[roomsofangel]

GROWING PAINS . . . # CHAPTER SIX !

synopsis you hated christmas. simple. this year was no different, the only thing changing was the scenery when you decide to let your older brother, yunho convince you to visit your grandmother who neither of you had met but hoped it would do some good. everything was still the same — writer’s block, the winter loneliness, the way yunho won’t stop singing jingle bell rock, yeah, everything was the same. at least, until a certain blonde haired boy made it his mission to melt your iced heart.

warnings none that i can think of

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by the time morning came around, you were back in your bedroom cuddled up in your blankets. the sun began to seep through your white curtains, the brightness making you groan and cover your face with your pillow. what happened last night? your head pounded in an attempt to remember, only to have your body shoot up. the last thing you could recall was getting to know san more, learning the glare he normally had was more of a mask than anything and reminded you of sunshine in human form when he had his dimpled smile immersed in a conversation. san was bright, welcoming, warm.

his eyes reminded you of crescent moons however, the way his nose crinkled when he laughed at something you said and told you about the comfort he found in the holidays. it almost made you want to spill your guts to the guy, tell him why you loathed the holidays the same way he found comfort in it.

but as if on cue, as if the universe did not want you to let the dirty laundry out into the open — yunho finally came, his face rosy while he panted. “i’m so sorry, bub.” yunho’s voice was airy and rushed, trying to get you to look at him when the two of you walked out of san’s room, yunho thanking him for keeping you safe but you had nothing to say now that your brother was here. a lot had ran through your head just as it did in your heart, why did yunho take so long? where was he?

getting out of bed, you shuffled into the kitchen to find him with two mugs. harry potter and pucca. it was obvious to anyone which mug belonged to who, and you eyed your brother filling yours with the coffee. “morning..” you greeted, voice quiet while you walked to reach for your mug he gave to you shortly after. “morning, bub..” yunho said with a soft sigh, his eyes glancing everywhere but towards you

pouting, you set your warm drink down, “where were you last night?” you finally asked, “you promised me.”

yunho exhaled, shaky while he drunk his coffee. “i know and i’m sorry, i tried leaving early but grandma held me up,” he frowned.

“grandma?” you echoed

nodding, yunho looked down at the coffee filling his mug, “she wanted me to move the heavier gifts she had into the house, then started introducing me to these girls,” he cringed at the mention, you letting out a breathy laugh, at ease that he didn’t leave you on purpose. “i’m sorry bub, i really tried to get out, but i’m glad san took care of you.”

“yeah, i felt comfortable.” you smiled, and he only nodded in response before speaking again, “so are we okay? i hate it when we fight.”

and it was your turn to nod, “of course.”

but part of you felt guilty, in a way. how you wanted to venture off more now that you spent time with someone that wasn’t your brother, it just made you frown. sure, you were hurt about the fact yunho broke a promise but san made up for it. san made you feel better. san was someone that was yours, you didnt need to share him with your brother and maybe thats why you didnt feel as upset as before.

“do you always go out this late?” san chuckled, shaking his head while paying for his ramyeon, stealing a shared glance while you laugh softly in response, holding your banana milk in hand.

not until you.

is what you wanted to say, but you shoved it down. you weren’t sure why you started making a habit now of sneaking away when everyone fell asleep to wander to the convenience store to hopefully run into san every few nights you could. “only sometimes,” you hummed

grabbing the bag that held his late night snack, you watched him put the money he received back into his pocket before you followed behind him outside sipping on your banana milk.

“oh, here,” san stopped his movements so he could dig into the bag and pulled out a choco pie which made your eyes light up, when did he grab this? “so you dont have to keep wandering out so late at night.” he chuckled and part of you was appreciative of the gesture but saddened that he did so

did he not want to see you anymore like this?

taking the snack, you thank him softly, finding yourself sitting with him on the bench underneath a streetlight. you swore this looked like one of the movie scenes you made yunho watch, how this was when the main character and the love interest recognized their feelings for each other. you glance at san who looked up at the crescent moon, the light smoke leaving his mouth from the cold air when he would exhale.

“do you come out often?” you ask, opening your choco pie and you could see his lips curl up but his gaze still focused on the moon. “only sometimes,” he repeated your words and you found yourself smiling when taking a bit of your treat

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"Then we got a lead! Then maybe we can do something before he tries anything.." Yuji said but Megumi sighed.

"True but I think we might be a bit late." Megumi said. "Ren from the phantom thieves sent me a text saying Bradley is already sending his followers all over. Though, no word on him. Just his followers. Their attacking others all over." Megumi looks seeing Ren shared a link showing some video.

"Huh? A video?" Hana said but Megumi goes to set the phone down but pushes play. The video plays.

"Alright ladies, your coming with us! You now belong to the great Bradley. Though after we take you in back to Chiba, we'll go after that dragon and her female members." One leading the kidnapping smirked seeing to Yuji's shock Jinx and the other girls surrounded by the perverts. Most was giggling seeing how cute they were but Jinx was not in a good mood right now.

Not after hearing what these assholes would do to her friends and demon sister.

"Dude, you guys have a serious problem! Kidnapping people is not right! Are you crazy!?" Breezy said but the leader sighed not caring.

"Not really. We are sane thank you. But lets not make this hard on ourselves. Why don't you ladies come with us and tell us where the other girls are here in NYC. We even need Van Ink the dragon's location too. So spill!" he said but most of them were holding weapons as Jinx, Vivi, Breezy, Mouse, Echo, and Melinda were quiet but was standing their ground.

"Sorry dude, I don't rat out my friends and my demon sister. So you can tell Bradley he can go fuck off." Jinx said only for the leader to glare.

"*Sighs* Fine...sorry my audience, we have to teach some bad girls some lessons here. I hope you enjoy the show though!" he laughed as the video shows static feed seeing his friends trying to take down the girls.

"Jinx!!" Yuji was worried gripping his phone while seeing this from Megumi's phone. Nobara, Maki, and Hana was worried but Megumi knew the leader fucked up. If he remembers how dangerous Jinx was; imagine the other girls all over NYC fighting off Bradley's followers trying to kidnap more girls.

The leader was smiling seeing them ganging up on the vixens. However, the smile slowly went away but heard pained grunts, groans, and screams. Sounds of punching, kicking, and some of the followers flying everywhere landing in bushes, trees, and even the water.

"What the hell!?"

The video feed shows the vixens fighting them back. Jinx kicks two away from her hard in the gut right into trees or the ground. She was not happy before ducking some trying to swing bats at her but she grabs them only to spin hearing them screaming till she lets go.

More was sent flying showing Breezy blowing them away using the wind where most was crashing into a pile dizzy. She dodges to back flip kick one away from her as she was creating small twisters.

Others were screaming in fear from void ghouls scaring some that even wet their pants trying to run away from Vivi. She was holding a hand out but saw her ghouls chasing them as they were screaming like girls.

"Run run r-" A explosion was heard showing some screaming as they fly or got stuck. Echo was pissed throwing energy bombs around but she made sure they sting.

"HA, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT YOU PERVERT ASSHOLES!" she laughed wanting revenge.

Mouse was shocking a few violently when some tried to grab her, she changes into a viper snake slithering away before tripping the guys. They fall on the ground only for her to change to have a dragon tail swatting them away hard.

Even Melinda was blasting some away as she was having some floating above her who was scared trying to get down. She even had some blasted away before punching one in the face breaking his nose. To another while kicking one in the nuts. She even elbows another in the throat as he chocks then body slams him using her telekinesis. Yeah that had to hurt. Even if the girls were hurt, they were beating the shit out of Bradley's followers.

"........B...Bradley never said these ladies can fight back!!! Damn it!" the leader was now scared but wonders how the other followers were doing in the other locations. If the girls were like this..oh shit.

"Ummmm we might have to cut this video short..but we won't lose to a bunch of girls..just you-" That's when someone punches him hard in the face breaking his nose as blood spills. Yuji saw the one that hit him was Jinx who was panting showing some black flame claws, the panther ears and tail. She sighed to look at him.

"Jerks.....Hey Vivi, You might have to call the cops. We got some I'll spread the news to the others in NYC and outside of NYC. Though, they were seriously having guns too? That's bad." Jinx said but looks to the video cam before she and the other vixens were rounding them up. However, Jinx was sending a warning to Ink before the video ends.

"........"

"I think I do. I got Izuku's information..I'm waiting for a response from him." Megumi said to hear his phone.

((Green bean hero)) Hi Megumi, I got your message and no I haven't seen Bradley around here. I got word that he's been jumping about but we had to keep the school under lockdown till he's caught.

((Shadow Chimera)): Wait double lockdown?

((Green bean hero)): Yeah. It's something new in case of things like this happening. But I can see most times we see or hear about Bradley or his followers during the weekends. But I can keep a eye out

((Shadow Chimera)): That works thank you

Yuji blinks but looks ."Oh sorry Daichi. I been trying to call Jinx but she's not picking up. Maybe she and her team are looking or scouting about." He said but he was worried. "Or....I don't know Bradley could be there. If he tries anything I'll-" Hana saw his hand shaking.

"Woah easy big guy. I'm sure she's alright. She must be dangerous if she's that strong." she said.

"Yeah, she is....she's really something else." Yuji sighed but he smiled a bit but was still worried.

"Hold on, I'll send a text to the other fractions even to the Port mafia and ADA. I heard about them but still waiting for replies." He said before hearing another ping.

((Psycho genius)): Hello there Megumi! Dazai from the ADA. We got your text and you are in luck. We did hear some recent reports of guys trying to kidnap girls around our area. Even some within the building. Though nothing on this Bradley character.

((Shadow chimera)): Okay? Anything from Port mafia?

((Mafia boss)): I got your text and no. We found nothing. WE did ask Matt and his group but no word yet. I don't know what this Bradley person is but he seems to be a real slick snake isn't he?

"hmm...."

"Do you think the other fractions seen him?" Nobara asked.

"We don't know but if we got some lead maybe we can figure this out." Megumi said but that's when Yuji tries to call Jinx again to wait. However, Megumi got a text from Ren.

((Phantom thief)): Hey Megumi right?

((Shadow chimera)): Yes? Wait, are you-

((Phantom Thief)): Yeah it's me. Listen, you might want to look at something. I got some video off line and it might show where that scum is hiding. He might be seen at the Vixen's place

((Shadow Theif)): Wait Vixens?

((Phantom Thief)): Yeah. One of my team members or my hacker told me she got some hidden feed from online showing Bradley trying to head to Ink's location to kidnap her and her female members but he stopped and saw the Vixens. He's got a few people there but theirs a video that was online a hour ago. Maybe that might help?

[kheichou-blog]

10 Songs I’m Currently Obsessed With

Tagged by: @geekgoddess813

I love music, and my favorites are always changing and shifting and what not lol  SOOOOOOOO... if I’ve been tagged in this once, I can do it again pretty much any other time cause it’ll likely always have a bit of difference xD

I’ll link to each song so if you feel like it, you can take a listen! Aaaand of course don’t feel like you have to read every mini paragraph of mine LOL

These are in no particular order~

1: Hate Me- Blue October

The first time I heard this song it honestly brought me to tears.  Now my favorite version of this song is an acoustic version that I’ve only managed to hear on Pandora, but I will gladly listen to -any- version of this song.  Blue October is a very special group to me, and this song especially hits me really hard, not necessarily for the exact things he’s singing about, but it hits a lot of things I’ve struggled with and thought.  It’s one of the songs that is going to forever and ever be on my sona’s playlist.

2: Change (In the House of Flies)- Deftones

So I’ve always love love LOVED this song.  Like Hate Me, it makes me feel -very- emotional, this is the song I’m reeeeeally working on doing a solo for because the best way to do a solo is to find a song that just... makes you feel so much you feel it overflowing.  It’s also one of the songs I didn’t even think twice before throwing into the playlist of angsty goodness for one of @prettyprompto and I’s current RPs LOL  But yeah, it’s a really good song, and I’ve always just been extremely drawn to it.

3: Elastic Heart- (Rock Cover) Written by Wolves

Okay... I’m a SIA whore, but it’s seriously because of this cover of this song.  As much as I love the original, to me, this version specifically really conveys this feeling of like, easy easy easy POW.  Like I adore how you get the verses, and you just get duder singing and it’s like “oh this is alright” and then suddenly you find yourself with eyeliner pouring down your eyes shouting “WELL I’VE GOT THICK SKIN AND AN ELASTIC HEART” right there with him while the guitars and drums kick the fuck up and AH <3  Just a great cover in my opinion!

4: Gods & Monsters- Jessica Lange

Ever since I performed in my local vaudeville and one of our guys dressed as bride of Frankenstein and performed this, I -loved- it.  The performance itself was just... gorgeous.  I would share it if I could, but I don’t have permission from the performer and stuff x’D  This version especially I adore.  It has this air of mystery that the original just doesn’t... and in my honest opinion, it sounds so much less try hard and forced edge.  The words they used to replace some of the original lyrics just... flows a lot better to me!  Props to that beautiful smokey voice Jessica Lange possesses that I wish I could match ;v;

5: Boom- iBenji

Okay so one of my belly girls and I have been dancing to this for MONTHS, we’re getting ready to do our second performance to this piece (after adding a third person to it too :D)  and well... what’s the significance of that?  WELL... when you’re performing a dance to a piece... you listen to it multiple times, I’ve probably easily listened to the 2 and a half minute cut of this the goils and I are doing at least 300 times now and I tell you........ somehow I am not at all tired of it.  This song is so fucking powerful, and I just can’t help but feel like a badass and bounce around to it whenever I hear it~ 

6: Hold My Heart- Lindsey Stirling feat. ZZ Ward

So if someone asked me what Iggy and Ashe’s song would be.... well I’d have two answers for yah honestly!  One of them would be Fallen Angel from Panty and Stocking, but the other one is this, because this encapsulates the person Ashe was eeeearly early on in the relationship (little miss I DON’T NEED YOU CAUSE I’M STRONG but I guess like... it would be nice to like... have someone to love and love me back...?) 

7: Butterfly- Bassnectar feat. Mimi Page

I love the feeling of wonder mixed with power in this one.  I always feel like I’m being swept away on a magical and colorful adventure when I hear this.  I often find myself picking it up when I start a new drawing or stream (or drawing stream lol).  Great song for veil, that’s actually how I discovered this song!  A gal did a dance to this with isis wings that looked like butterfly wings and it was instant love~

8: Careless Whisper- Seether

Ever since I heard Sexy Saxophone Guy, I was like “Oh... this song will never be sexy~” HAAAAAHAHAHAHA boy was I wrong...

Now look, I’m not the biggest fan of Seether.  Sometimes I like him, sometimes I can’t mash the skip button fast enough, but you can pretty much always bet as soon as I hear the intro to this, I’ll be whipping out a chair and going FULL FUCKING DIVA QUEEN MODE.  Also great whenever I need to write something... *ahem*... spicy~

9: Opera 2- Vitas

Okay look, I see Vitas getting a loooooooooot of shit cause of the 7th element song thing and they just kind of assume that all that happens when he hits the stage is he bobs around and makes a bunch of noise (which I’m sorry, have you ever tried to get up and make the noises with the pitch and control he does?! -hard cough- /end rant), but Opera 2 is the first song I ever heard of his and you can bet I was COMPLETELY blown away.  His voice was so otherworldly to me and spine chillingly clear.  I can see why he’s not a lot of people’s tastes, but hoooooooooly shit, I love this song, and I wish more people knew about it and knew how incredibly talented Vitas is.  5 Octaves of range man ._.

10: I Am The Highway- Audioslave

This song... helped me put a lot behind me and be okay.  My cousin actually commissioned me to make her a poster based on this song so I’ve been listening to it a looooooooot lately, which I’m totally okay with because despite the things I associate it with, I adore it.  It weighs so much heavier with Chris Cornell being gone now... but this song hasn’t been absent from my ipod/iphone for over 10 years...

Tagging: (Feel free to ignore this if you’ve already done it or don’t feel like it or whatever)

@crowryn-arts @amicitonia @prompto-protection-agent @sjokohama

and uh... anyone else who wants to do the thing!

[withlovemark]

i'll follow you everywhere.

warning: idk? some parts are sad

pairing: steve x female reader, slight eddie x reader (again, not really)

words: 11k+ ; this is, by far, the longest thing i've written. that being said, im sorry if there might be small mistakes, i was way too lazy to edit it, im also sorry if some parts feel rushed (i was writing this under a time constraint)

settings: s4 ; so this contains s4 spoilers! (for those who haven't watched it yet)

an: i switched up some of the events that happened in s4 to better fit the reader's plot line. plus, thank you, in advance, to those who take the time to read this! sorry its ridiculously wrong ;-;

one. - everywhere, we were there

(an introduction to who the reader is and how she fits into the story, i suggest reading it first if you haven't already).

two.

steve walks into the gym, right behind heidi.  immediately his eyes spot you in the crowd. you looked absolutely beautiful, your green uniform bouncing with every step you took, a wide smile etched upon your pretty face. heidi makes a comment about how it would suck for him if they finally won a championship game the year he was no longer a part of the team. he curses her in his head, thanking her for that reminder. she was right. 

jason makes his speech, he has the urge to punch his stupid little face in. he’s sure anyone can see the look of disgust he’s currently wearing. ’he doesn’t even have great hair.’ 

tammy thompson starts singing and he takes a peek at robin, who was standing with the band kids, instrument in her hand. the pair laughing in their heads. heidi makes another comment, about how good she sounds, and this time he can’t help but roll his eyes. she was wrong. 

he can’t wait for this to be over. all he wanted to do was grab your hand, get out of there and just drive. to where? who cares? his eyes search around for your figure once again. this time, unsuccessful.

the game starts. 

you made a beeline for the restroom as soon as jason started his speech, nose dripping red. in there, you run into max. you haven’t seen her in a while. you shoot her a friendly smile. “you okay?” she asks, grabbing a tissue from her bag and handing it to you. “yeah, i’ve just been overworking my body lately so,” you pinch your nose, “this happens,” you shrug, the only reason you could think of. 

“yeah, i get it,” she whispers, looking down at her shoes. you take the time to really look at her, she looks like she hasn’t slept for days. it was awful, what happened to her brother. even worse that she was there watching the whole thing go down. she’s too young. you should’ve shielded her eyes. you should’ve pulled her away from the scene. you didn’t do either of those things. a flash of guilt. 

your thoughts are interrupted when you hear gut-wrenching noises from one of the stalls. eyeing it suspiciously, eyes darting from the stall and back at max, sharing a glance, an unspoken conversation. fear rising throughout your body. max makes the first move. she’s brave, that one. 

“uhm, are you okay in there?” she yells out. whoever it was, started sobbing, incoherent noises spilling from their lips. that's when you walk over, banging on the door, “hey, open up, we can help,” your voice, gentler than your actions. you come face to face with none other than chrissy cunningham, your co-cheerleading captain.

“chrissy? what’s wrong?” you stare at her, shocked that she was the culprit. 

“i-im just not feeling well,” she refuses to meet your eye. she looks so disconnected. it’s out of character. 

chrissy cunningham was always composed, carrying herself with grace and elegance that you could only imagine. 

you take one step closer and panic rises to her face, pushing you away, she marches out of there. dumbfounded, you watch her. sure, the two of you weren’t the best of friends but you were teammates. you work together. you help each other. and never, in your life, have you ever seen chrissy cunningham act so disoriented. “that was weird,” max breaks you out of your thoughts. “yeah…it was,” you agreed, staring at the door she walked out of. 

much to steve’s dismay, the team won. he was still with heidi. he thinks you’re somewhere with jason. he tries to push those thoughts away, just wanting morning to come bring you in. 

you don’t show up when the sun rises. the cops knocking at your front door, preventing you to do so “are you y/n l/n?” 

“yes officer, is something wrong?” cops showing up at anyone’s house is never a good sign. you try to think of what you’ve done in the past 24 hours to have them standing in front of you. 

“you’re chrissy cunningham's co-cheerleading captain, right?” you nod, a million thoughts racing in your head. your head was pounding. 

“when was the last time you saw her?” you tell them you saw her in the bathroom just last night, leaving out the part where she looked absolutely terrified. you don’t exactly trust the cops. not when they haven’t been doing anything, choosing to turn a blind eye to the dangers that lie and continue to lie in town. he writes something down on his notepad and you can’t help but wonder why he’s here in the first place.

“im sorry… but why are you asking me about chrissy?” you question. his reply makes you go cold, body rigid. you may have been the last person to see her and you didn’t do anything. if only you questioned her more. if only you tried harder to lend a helping hand. if only you ran after her. then maybe the officer wouldn't have told you that “she was found dead this morning.” another flash of guilt. 

meanwhile, steve doesn't even get the chance to wonder where you were and why you aren't at family video yet. dustin barging in, messing up his tapes in the process, and dragging him into yet another series of unfortunate events. something about eddie munson killing chrissy cunningham…or not killing chrissy cunningham? he’s not too sure. he doesn’t like eddie. but he will do anything for that cocky little shit, dustin. so he lets him drag him around town, robin and max in the backseat to eddie’s knife against his neck to nancy eventually joining them, trying to solve another mystery. at this point, he starts considering a field in law enforcement. why should he keep doing these things for free when the cops out there barely do their jobs and still make a higher salary than him. he’s so annoyed and all he wants is to go to you. 

he wonders if you’ve heard the news. he hopes you haven’t. out of everyone here, you were the only one who had some type of bond with the blonde girl. he decides it's best you’re as far away from this as possible, especially since they have no idea what they're currently dealing with, just that it’s “some freaky, wizard monster” that goes by the name of “vecna.”

bickering. lots of bickering. to the point where he just finally gave in. the kids never listen to him anyways. here they were, in possession of a stolen key, breaking into the counselors office. “hurry up and get what you need,” he ushers the kids. max dashes towards the filing cabinet, trying to find something, anything, to explain what’s going on with her and how exactly it links to the story eddie told them about chrissy. 

that’s when she found it. her name, chrissy’s name, freddie’s name and …

she glances at steve, worry in her eyes, sending goosebumps all over his skin. “what?” he asks, removing himself from the wall and walking towards her. 

“y/n’s here too,” she says softly, afraid that if she said it any louder, it would be a truth they could never come back from. steve snatches the file from her, there, in capital letters, was your full name. a trick of the mind, he tells himself, reading it over and over again to make sure he wasn’t just envisioning it. you were seeing ms. kelly? you were having the same symptoms? and then it clicks. the headaches. the nightmares. 

he’s terrified. color draining from his body, almost like he’s seen vecna himself. 

a noise outside the halls snaps him back to defense mode. grabbing the nearest object he could find – a green lamp. good enough. he refuses to stay here any longer, just wanting to make sure you’re okay. he keeps the kids behind him as they slowly turn the corner. lucas sinclair. steve scolds him, “jesus sinclair! i could’ve taken you out with this thing!” as the boy muttered sincere apologies. their screaming stops to a halt when they hear yet another unwanted sound. crouching once again, turning off their flashlights, steve getting ready to hit whoever it was that was coming their way. 

you heard him, you could spot who that voice belongs to a mile away. plus it wasn’t hard not to when no one else was supposed to be on school grounds. you followed the hushed voices and finally came face to face with four screaming faces. you scream back, hand clutched around your heart as soon as you notice the familiar individuals. 

“what are you doing here?!” steve yells, hands slowly releasing the lamp that was once tightly gripped around his knuckles. 

“what are you!?” it made more sense that you were here over a boy who’s already graduated. it is your school and you did have a key to the gym, being the cheerleading captain and all. don’t question it. strict authorities barely exist in hawkins anyway. 

you look around, eyes darting from steve to the kids. there in max’s hands, you spot your name written on a brown envelope. an envelope you see every morning before your first period. eyebrows furrowing, “is that my file?” you question. 

steve remembers where he’s at and the events that just transpired, his voice gaining your attention once again, “you’ve been seeing ms. kelly?” sympathy flashing in his eyes. you don’t want to see it, avoiding his gaze, looking at literally anything else but him. he takes that as a yes. “why didn’t you tell me?” desperation. he sounds heart-broken. 

“that’s not exactly something to brag about,” you muttered, embarrassed. 

“you don’t trust me?” he eggs on and you feel nothing but guilt. “you don’t want me to know who you really are?” you stare at him. his eyes are darker now and you wonder if your mind is playing tricks on you. “because you know i could never love you if you do.” you look behind him, the kids no longer there. and then you hear the chime of a clock from a distance, almost like it’s taunting you. “steve-”

“you know,” he clicks his tongue, cutting you off. “you’re the reason we’re here in the first place. why we're always running. always fighting for our lives. and now, chrissy cunningham is dead,” his voice morphing into something truly evil. chills spreading throughout your body. eyes, watering. “and it’s all. your. fault.” you can’t breathe. he was saying everything you were afraid to admit. the truth. it rings loudly in your ear. you run. 

from the other side, steve stares at your unresponsive body. he thinks back to eddie’s words. taking two large steps until he was right in front of you, his hands going straight to your shoulders trying to shake you awake. “y/n, do you hear me!” he yells, the kids making their way towards you, calling out for you. 

“wake up!!” his voice so loud, a hand on your cheek. his eyes trying to find some sort of life in your now, empty ones. that twinkle he was used to seeing, gone. 

“y/n come on, come back!” he begs. 

you finally do. letting out a gasp, eyes wide, catching your breath. 

“what just happened?” you were back at the school, brown, worried, eyes boring into your very confused ones. 

“fuck, you scared me,” steve whispers into your ear, wrapping you in his arms. holding you close to him. his heartbeat calms you down. 

the sound of an engine coming averts everyone’s attention. “as much as i love seeing you guys all lovey dovey, we really need to go! that’s jason and he’s after me!” lucas panics. you quickly pull away from steve, feeling awkward at the kid’s comment, steve’s eyes remaining on you.

you have no idea what’s happening but the urgency in lucas’ voice snaps you into action. ever since lucas joined the basketball team, you’ve taken him under your wing, treating him like your little brother. you made sure to watch over him, keeping jason off his back. you’re not going to stop now. 

“get out of here, i’ll buy you guys some time,” you declare, finding your voice. 

“what?! no!” steve shakes his head “no way! i am not leaving you here! especially not with jason” he argues, rolling his eyes, hands on his hips. the kids look back and forth, wondering who they should listen to. 

dustin makes the final verdict, whining, “steve, we have to gooo,” as he pulls on his arm. 

“you guys just saw what happened right ?!” he’s frantic now “i’m not leaving without her. that’s final.” he looks down at the kids, standing his ground, arms crossed. 

a car door shutting echoes throughout the night. “oh, for the love of god steve, go!,” you push him towards the exit. “i’ll meet up with you later,” you say, making your way to the entrance, heading straight to jason, not bothering to wait for a response. steve is furious, watching you walk the opposite direction, wanting to follow you but the three kids currently clinging unto him makes it hard to do so. he reluctantly follows, accepting defeat, but not before glancing at you one last time.  

max looks back at you, only for a second, whisper-shouting a “meet us at the wheeler’s” before they’re dragging their favorite babysitter out of there. 

“y/n?” jason‘s shocked expression greeted you. you were the last person he expected to find tonight. but the sight of you has his eyes softening. you feel bad for him. you’re not entirely sure why the kids are running from him. or why he’s suddenly the villain of whatever twisted situation you’re in. you don’t have time to question him, just wanting him as far away from the rest. 

“hey jase, you ok?” it was a stupid question, you knew that. how could anyone who loved chrissy be okay in this situation. before he could answer, your eyes drift along to steve’s car that was getting further and further away. the blonde boy follows, a look of betrayal evident on his face as soon as he saw through your eyes. 

“you were hiding sinclair?!” he yells at you. eyebrows furrowed. attacking. gaining your full attention. 

“sinclair? i have no idea what you’re talking about,” you try to remain as calm as possible, making sure you don’t sound suspicious. 

“where the fuck are they going?!” he’s so angry, his face turning a bright red, vein popping out, as he grabs your wrist, forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“i don't fucking know what you’re talking about jason!” you lose your cool. 

“he’s hiding chrissy’s killer!” 

“what?” you ask, stunned, you’re sure you didn’t hear that right.

“eddie munson. their cult leader. that stupid club they have — hellfire? well turns out, it’s not just a stupid club… they’re - they’re demonic!, they’re sacrificing people to satan and i need to stop them.” he sounds like he’s giving another one of his motivational speeches and if it wasn’t for the gravity of the situation, you would’ve laughed in his face. so fucking hard. 

also, eddie munson — a killer? it’s hard to imagine. he’s incredibly annoying, sure, but he couldn’t even hurt a fly. 

“do you realize how insane you sound right now?,” you reply, finally pulling your now, very red, wrist away. 

“i’ll prove it to you. i will.” he growls, jumping back into his car, his minions right with him. driving away. you try stopping him, knocking on his car window, all he does is press on the gas a little hard, leaving you there, alone. 

steve cannot believe he’s sitting on his ex-girlfriends couch, in her basement, instead of being by your side. robin and nancy are still out. he refuses to leave this house without seeing you. he’s anxious, every tick of the clock felt like a gunshot to his mind. his legs, bouncing. it’s been exactly thirty-three minutes and you still haven’t walked in. he really shouldn’t have left you. 

damn, these kids. 

“she’s going to be okay, steve, we’ll find a way,” dustin assured him, already feeling liable if anything were to happen to you.  

“yeah but how about the whole vecna curse, we still don’t know anything” steve answers quietly, making sure the boy knows he’s not upset at him. 

“you should tell her” lucas chimes in, “tell her what?” he looks at him, wondering what the boy knew that he somehow didn't. 

“that you’re in love with her,” dustin says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“i-im not in love with her!” he stutters.

“uh huh, sureee, ok,” max says from the desk she’s sitting on. she doesn't even look up at him yet he knows she’s rolling her eyes, her sarcasm apparent. she goes back to writing, or something, god knows what she’s doing. 

“i’m not! okay!” he turns to dustin, his eyes bulging out, “you literally just confronted me earlier about being in love with nancy,” he points out, “newsflash guys, take it from an adult, you don’t have to have romantic feelings for every person of the opposite sex!” he explains, hands waving around in large motions. 

“ohh kayy, we get it! you don’t have to be so defensive,” dustin comments and steve swears he wants to punch him as bad as he wants to punch jason. dustin’s fate is saved by the bell when you finally enter the room, capturing everyone’s attention. 

steve was up in no time, walking straight towards you, arms embracing you. “are you okay? are you hurt?” he inspects your face. you pull your sweater a little lower, not wanting him to see your wrist. 

“i’m fine, sorry i took so long i went home to change and grab some of my things, i don’t exactly want to be fighting another monster in my uniform,” you explain. he nods, noticing the duffle bag hanging from your shoulder, “you should’ve called me, i could’ve just picked you up,” you shake your head, “it’s okay, i’m here now.” 

max walks up to you, immediately asking  “back there, was that your first vision?” 

“vision? uhm - i guess? yeah?,” at this point, you’re past confusion. you’re lost. 

“ok. good. good. that means you have more time than i do,” they all nod. sadness enveloping the air. 

“more time?” your eyebrows raising, sitting on the couch, steve right behind you.

“yeah,” max nods, “by the way, here,” she hands each one of you a letter, steve asking her what it's for. a “fail-safe” she said. you shake your head, closing your eyes for a second before taking a huge breath, “can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” you say it so calmly, it’s almost scary. you were drained. not having the energy to raise your voice.

they explain to you what they do know. starting with where eddie munson comes into play – how he was there the night chrissy died. the mention of chrissy’s name makes you wince, steve notices, his hand going straight to your knee, providing you some comfort. they continue, telling you that everyone vecna has cursed has had the same symptoms (headaches, bloody noses, nightmares) and every single one has died. 

“well, isn’t that great,” you butt in. “just, peachy,” max adds and you try to force a smile though it probably just looked like you were hurt. you were the only two people in this room who really has a grasp on how scary this vecna wizard is. max goes on, telling you that she saw a tall grandfather clock in her vision. you confess, telling her you heard it. 

“everyone died except for an old dude named victor creel that nancy stumbled upon, being the only known survivor,” dustin finishes summarizing. you try to take it all in, sitting there, staring at the objects on the table in front of you, processing every information. 

“so what do we do?” you ask, looking around. 

“we wait for nancy and robin,” steve replies, his grip on your knee tightening for a second. right at that moment, almost like everything was an act, the two girls are rushing down to the basement. 

“okay, so,” nancy starts, “we have a plan.” determined. 

robin spots you, “nice for you to finally join us,” she smiles, the first genuine smile you’ve seen tonight. 

“yeah, well, i’m one of the cursed ones,” regretting your words as soon as you saw her face fall. 

“oh shit.” no one knows what to say. 

“what’s the plan?” an attempt to break the awkward, sad tension that hung in the air. 

nancy coughs, “well..” she explains their plan of going to pennhurst asylum and paying a visit to victor creel by talking to the director about a made up thesis on paranoid schizophrenics. they would be going in as ruth and rose.

“ruth?” steve questions, eyebrows raised at nancy. she raises both her eyebrows at him, a proud smile on her lips. you don’t like the interaction. not one bit. but now’s not really the time to focus on that. 

“wait..wait.. wait a second,” steve’s voice beside you raises, realization striking him, “where’s mine?” nancy gives him a knowing look before walking away. he runs after her and into her room. from a distance you hear, “you’re out of your goddamn mind if you think im letting you two go in there without me!” 

“uhm, excuse you, robin and i actually make a really good team,” nancy scoffs. robin grabs your hand, following the duo into nancy’s room. 

“oh my god, you have a tom cruise poster,” robin points out, going straight to the poster next to her bed. you think back to halloween night when the couple was dressed as lana and joel goodsen and you’re very aware what that poster symbolizes. you glance at nancy, she notices, “th-thats old,” she defended as she pulled several clothing items out of her closet. you felt so out of place. you’ve never really had a friendly relationship with the girl, pretending like you don’t know each other in the halls. you’re not even sure you’ve spoken a sentence to her before. there was just never a need to, ironic, since you’ve been on the same boat for so long. 

steve continues insisting that he should go, “c’mon nance, i could, i don't know, i could turn on my…my charm,” he snaps his fingers. the use of nancy’s nickname slipping from his lips leaves a sour taste in your mouth. nancy shakes her head, “not the charm we need,” 

“ouch,” he gets a quiet chuckle out of you, leaning against nancy’s drawers, eyes falling to your feet. steve looks back at you, nancy still going on and on about how they need to be as convincing as they possibly could, acting as academic scholars, the director they're going to interview being someone who is highly respected and not easily fooled. 

“holy shit, there’s a ballerina in here,” robin whispers, gaining another eye roll from steve. 

“academic scholar, she’s giving you academic scholar?” robin’s offended. 

you come to her defense as quick as you possibly can, finally speaking up, “no, but…” you walk towards nancy, who was still looking at her closet, having a hard time to decide. “may i?” you ask, she steps to the side giving you a full view. you spot a pink dress, perfect for an academic scholar. pulling it out, you show it to the rest, a smile on your lips, “she will,” you finish, sending robin a wink. robin wishes she backed up steve. maybe then he would’ve taken her place and she didn’t have to be wearing nancy’s dress. 

“how about you? you can go instead!” robin suggests in which steve aggressively refuses to, “no, what if she has a vision while you guys are there, how are you gonna explain that huh einstein?” he scoffs.

“it’s settled then, it’ll be me and robin,” nancy ends the debate, steve still looks unsure, but then he looks back at you and he knows he can’t, and won’t, leave your side.  

“fine, but you call me as soon as you need me nance,” he ordered. his voice stern. a genuine look of concern so visibly seen. you wonder if he still loves her.  

you wish the girls good luck. finding yourself back in the basement, on the couch. the boy’s watching over you and max. steve pulls you to the other side of the room, both of you getting comfortable on the floor, sitting side by side. 

“do you want to talk about it?” he murmured, hands wrapping around yours. how do you even begin to tell him that he was the person in your vision? you simply can’t. so you shook your head no. he doesn’t press any further, “when you do… want to talk about it, im here, yeah?” he whispers by your ear, only for you to hear. you lay your head against his shoulder, eyes going straight to your interlocked hands. you wonder how long you’ll have this. 

max makes her way to the both of you, cutting the moment short, walkie talkie in hand, “if we go to east hawkins, would this still reach pennhurst?” you know exactly what she wants to do. hell, you should probably follow in her footsteps and start saying goodbye to all the people you love. you’re not as strong as her though. you haven’t accepted it. 

steve refuses, his eyes begs you to agree with him. you don't. it was four against one. and max makes a rather compelling argument about not wanting to spend her last possible day in the wheelers’ basement. you couldn’t agree more. 

“henderson, that super walkie of yours better reach pennhurst,” he sighs, finally unlocking the car doors. it feels normal at first, you sitting in the passenger seat, steve behind the wheel. the kids in the back. the only thing reminding you of the situation you're in was the loudest silence that hung above everyone's head. steve steals glances at everyone through his mirror, making sure that no one has drifted far away. you all make it to max’s house, vecna-free and you thank whoever is up there for the few moments of normalcy. she enters her home, steve warning her not to take too long. max promises she’ll be back in twenty seconds. 

the boys go out, making sure they keep an earshot away from max, the drivers seat window remains open, doing the same for you. you stay in the car, feeling like absolute shit. head leaning against the window, eyes closed, trying to relieve yourself from the current discomfort you were feeling. 

“hey, hey, you okay?” steve’s voice hushly calls out for you. you open your eyes, ready to tell steve that you’re fine and he shouldn’t worry. 

instead you were met with the most heartbreaking frown on the lips of the person you come face to face with. a cry, “why didn’t you pick me up that night?” will byers’ face come into view. “y/n, i called for you. i needed you. where were you?,” once again, you’re frozen, unable to move, “you’re so selfish!,” the boy now shouting at you, “useless!,” his voice gets louder and louder, morphing into that same evil voice, “it’s all. your. fault!”

“please, p-please stop,” you cry out. “you did this to me.” and then you feel branch-like hands brush against your cheek, “y/n…you brought me alive, you belong here, this is all your doing.” he’s right by your ear. the clock chiming again, this time, louder. you turn around, meeting vecna for the first time. 

and then you were back to reality, gasping. eye’s scanning, hands going straight to the dashboard of the car, trying to reach for anything that can verify your location. you spot the boys in front of the car, still waiting for max as you try to calm yourself down. quickly, you wipe away the tears that have fallen, composing yourself as best as you could. you’re just glad none of them noticed. you keep it to yourself. 

max finally walks out. she’s flustered. demanding steve to, “just drive.” he does. you look back at her, asking her if she’s okay. she doesn’t answer, focusing instead on the trees outside her window. you can tell by her actions that she must have had a vision. you’re sure you looked exactly the same way just a couple minutes before. you all sit in silence once again. driving until you were at the cemetery. max goes straight to billy’s grave, letter in hand. 

this time, you sit outside with lucas, leaving dustin and steve in the car. “you okay?” you ask the boy.  “no. im, scared,” lucas admits, eye’s immediately watering. you pull him into a tight hug. he’s always been so strong, so understanding to the people around him. seeing him like this hurts you.

“we’ll figure it out,” you say after finally releasing him. 

“how are you so sure?” 

“we always do.” you’re not really sure who you’re trying to convince. the boy or yourself?

steve anxiously taps on his car window before finally acknowledging that it's been long enough. lucas tells him to give her a bit more time. “i have, ok sinclair, if she wants to get a lawyer, she can, im calling it,” lucas shares a glance with you. this time, you agree with steve. he was out of there in no time, running straight to max. 

“max, time to giddy up, yeah?” you hear him ask. no response. you hear him repeat her name. still nothing. he’s fully yelling for her to wake up now. in a second, the three of you are right by his side, all calling out to the ginger headed girl. steve grabs dustin by his shirt, ordering him to call nancy and robin. dustin runs back towards the car, stumbling a little bit, curses spilling from his lips. it takes incredibly long to finally get an answer, but once he does, dustin comes running back, bag full of tapes in his hand. 

“what song?! what’s her favorite song?!” he yells. 

“why?!” lucas yells back. 

“it’s too much to explain right now. what’s. her. favorite. song?!” you all scramble trying to find the song lucas mentioned. he finds it. snapping it into the player, quickly placing the headphones on max’s head, hoping to god it works. she stands, eyes still white, you all watch in shock. and then she starts floating in the air and you’re afraid it’s too late. you find your voice, calling out to her, tears falling freely down your face. she was so high now. you look at lucas, ready to shield him away from the sight that was about to come. instead you hear a gasp, max was falling, hyperventilating. lucas holds her, she grasps onto him, whispering that she’s okay. that she’s here. you reach out your hand, your palm making contact with her knee. just making sure. 

none of you can believe it worked. thank you, kate bush. 

back in the comfort of steve’s car, he pulls something out of his glove box, placing it in his player. everywhere by fleetwood mac filling every corner of his vehicle. you’re shocked, you didn’t even know he knew your favorite song. steve glances at his rearview mirror, max has her head resting against lucas, kate bush still playing in her ears, dustin with his eyes closed, chest rising up and down, exhaustion creeping up on them.

“i promise we’ll get you your own portable player later,” he whispers, not wanting to wake the kids. you smile, “thank you,” before grabbing his hand and placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. he brings his hands up to your cheeks, “don’t scare me like max did, ok? ever,” he pleads, eyes begging. you don't promise anything. instead you held his hand a little tighter. 

he finally drives back to the wheelers, lucky for you, mike had a perfectly working player he left behind. you and max, now matching, everyone hoping that as long as the music is playing, nothing can take you both away. that was the first night everyone really got to rest. 

well, everyone except for the cursed two, the sound of blaring music getting ridiculous. 

“what if i start hating this song, what happens then?” you joke around with the girl, max chuckles at your statement. “i'm hoping my other favorite songs works,” she continues, you teasingly gasp, “this is the only song i know.” you share a smile before everything got quiet. steve’s light snores right by your ear, your shoulder being his pillow for the night. 

“have you seen him?” max asks you, breaking the silence once more. “vecna?” you nod. admitting to her that you had a vision in the car while you were at her mom’s house. she asks you what your visions were and after making sure that everyone was still fast asleep, you guys sneak out, sitting instead in front of the wheeler’s front porch. you tell her about your visions, she tells you about hers. 

“if it helps, i can tell he’s completely in love with you,” max advised. a nice thought that you somehow can’t invite in. “he loves me as a friend,” you correct her. because if he ever did loved you as more than that then why was he still looking for love somewhere else?

“maybe he just doesn’t know it yet, let’s face it, he’s not really the brightest,” max urges. she earns a chuckle from you and you find yourself agreeing to the last bit, “no… he’s not,” you smile, picking at your shoes, “but i love him even more for it,” you confess. after a while of sitting in silence, the air gets a little too cold, you both head back inside, taking your place right next to steve, finally allowing your head to fall on top of his. arms immediately finding its way around your waist. 

the next morning you all make your way to victor creel’s abandoned house right after nancy pieced together max’s drawings. the dark, cold house sends chills all over your body. the connection to vecna feeling a little stronger, you look at max to see if she feels it too only to find her already staring back at you. the only confirmation you needed. you knew the group was searching in the right place. 

steve asks everyone where they got their flashlights, dustin quickly mocking him before you pull the extra one you packed in your duffel bag, handing it to him. he utters a small, “thanks,” shaking his head at dustin. max grabs everyone's attention, a flashlight shining on the grandfather clock you're sure has been the one you're hearing.

“you guys see that, right?” steve and dustin both assure her that they do. facing the clock makes you feel lightheaded, losing your step, steve��s hands making it’s way to your back, balancing you. you remove your headphones for a quick second, just wanting to calm the pounding of your head. as soon as you looked back up, the clock was no longer standing its ground. instead it’s become attached to the wall, chiming so loudly you think that the noise is actually coming from inside your head. 

“you came to me, y/n…do you accept it now? your fate”

closing your eyes, you try to shake him away, reminding yourself that this was all a bad dream, that he wasn’t real and that you were safe at the house with your friends beside you. you start hearing the tune of everywhere once again, but you can’t find the courage to move. 

in the walls of victor creels house, the group stares at your detached soul. steve places the headphones back on you just as quickly as you took it off. 

“it’s almost your time,” vecna whispers in your ear. 

their flashlights start to flicker and they’re all unsure of what’s happening. but then you were back. “i told you to not scare me like that,” steve scolds, his hands wrapped gently around your face, while you mutter out a sorry. 

“just…don’t remove your headphones anymore, yeah?” robin concludes. you feel awful for making them worry. nancy tells everyone to partner off, in hopes that you can find something quicker and get the hell out of there. steve keeps a hold on you, letting go only once you’re up the stairs. you observe the room that you’re in, flashlight shining on various amounts of picture frames. steve’s on the other side, crouched down, examining a bottle he found on the grate of the floor. he feels a spider crawl up his shoulder causing him to stand and stumble back into the arms of his ex-girlfriend, “why, wh-what’s wrong?” nancy’s voice snaps your head to their direction, your eyes filled with the same amount of concern laced in her voice. 

“there was a spider,” steve admits, “a black widow,” he says out of breath, blocking the doorway, “don’t go in there.” 

“oh… oh wait,” nancy reaches for his head, steve gets frantic, “stop moving,” he listens. her hands find its way into his hair, removing webs that tangled up in the boy’s locks. robin notices you watching them from across the room, she breaks the moment up for you, making a joke, “if there’s a spider nesting in there you’re never gonna find it until it lays eggs and all the babies spill out,” robin's voice breaking you out of your trance, choosing to focus again on the pictures behind you. you still listen. “what’s wrong with you?” a question directed at robin, making her chuckle. 

he continues talking to nancy, bringing up how you should all go on a group date after killing vecna and saving the world. he makes it very clear to the girl that he wasn’t dating robin, robin quick to his defend, “platonic with a capital P.” you hear nancy ask about you. she’s obviously interested in him. it takes a while for steve to answer. he stares at your back before his eyes go back to nancy, shaking his head, “i-i can’t” was all that whispered from his lips. two words that were loud enough to wilt the flower in your heart. 

“you’ve been looking at that picture for a while now, what? you think he’s hot or something?” robin’s trying to distract you, you know she feels bad. you smile at her, appreciating her efforts, “i don’t know, he’s kind of growing on me,” you tease, “you’re gross,” you two share a laugh that rings throughout the room, finally walking out and into another. 

steve looks longingly at you. you're out of earshot when he found himself telling nancy, “i-i would date her it’s just i-i can’t afford to lose her,” nancy looks at him sympathetically, “why do you think you’ll lose her?” 

“i lost you, didn’t i?” he points out, his insecurities getting the best of him. he may be steve harrington but that doesn’t save him from the unwanted thoughts of not being good enough. his last relationship being a testament to that feeling. nancy finally removes all the webs, sending him a sympathetic smile. something in his heart twitches, realization dawning upon him. 

“great, thanks,” he say, “guess we should, uh- get back to the investigation,” ending their conversation with a line from sherlock holmes he picked up from dustin, he’s pretty sure he said it wrong. nancy shakes her head, smiling at the ground. you’re standing in the hall, not missing the way she blinks her eyes, almost like she’s remembering something. a feeling from the past, maybe? 

she finally looks up, making eye contact with you. you notice you’re staring, “s-sorry,” you mutter, walking away and joining the rest of the group. nancy let’s out an awkward cough, following.

the chandelier starts flickering, just like their flashlights earlier, the light, buzzing, “it’s like the christmas lights,” nancy points out. everyone but robin understood what she meant. she quickly explained to her how the lights came to life when will was in the upside down, the events sending shivers down your spine. vecna’s words regarding your selfishness repeating in your mind. that guilty feeling you could never let go of. 

“vecna’s here,” you say, catching everyone's attention. steve looks worried, how do you even know that?  “i can feel him,” you continued. max agrees. 

“he’s just on the other side?” lucas mutters. and then the chandelier goes out. “i think he just left the room,” robin states. questions arise, “did he hear us?,” “can he see us?,” amongst the group. lucas turned to both you and max, making sure you both still had your headphones in. nancy suggests everyone turn off their flashlights and spread out. she really is the brain of this group. 

separating into different rooms, robin the first to break the silence, “i got him!” in an instant you were all at her side. flashlight immediately flickering from hers to steve’s, “oh, i think he’s moving. he’s moving! he’s moving,” he confirms, leading the way, all of you right behind him, up the stairs, and “shit, i lost him.” 

max notices the light that’s flickering through the doors of the attic. you follow it like a herd of moths. dustin making a good point “hold up, guys. what if he’s leading us into a trap?” no one listens. curses, once again, slipping from the boy’s lips. reaching the top, you’re all face to face with a single light bulb, flashlights simultaneously flickering. the energy increases and the bulb explodes. everyone briskly turns away, steve has an arm over your head, shielding you from the shards of glass that went flying across the room, “let’s get the hell out of here.” 

-

now seated in nancy’s car, right in between lucas and max, the group headed towards eddie’s hideout, promising to bring him food. the sight of the police cars alerts everyone. you all scramble out, nancy leading the way, listening to what the news reporters were saying. another person was found dead – patrick mckinney. you place a hand on lucas’ shoulders, trying to provide some sense of comfort. 

the police ended up releasing eddie’s name to the public, the nightmare you were all dreading, looking at each other, “oh man, this is not good. really not good,” steve states the obvious. a static sound from dustin’s walkie comes alive – eddie. the group walks away from the scene as fast as they can. you try to keep up but the sound of your name stops you in your tracks, “y/n l/n,” one of the officers. you signal the rest of the group to keep going. dustin quietly tells eddie to wait. they stop at a distance, all eyes on you. 

“hi officer,” you greet. 

“what are you doing here?” the officer interrogates, looking at you and back at your friends. you follow his line of vision, your eyes glaring at the group for not following your instruction. 

“well, as you see, i was driving around with my friends and w-we saw the cop cars and got curious,” you try to sound as convincing as possible. he nods.

“hmm. you ever heard of ‘curiosity killed the cat’?,” the officer questions you, eyebrows raising. 

“are you implying something, officer?” 

“it’s just a little suspicious, don’t you think? you were probably the last person who saw chrissy before she died and now you’re here at another crime scene…not looking so good for you,” he explains, jotting something down on his stupid note pad and all you wanted to do was tear it to pieces.

“i’m sorry? are you suspecting that i did this?”

“didn’t you?” before you could reply, another officer is calling for him. he looks at you, “we’ll talk later,” he grumbled, walking away. you hastily make your way back to the group, “what the hell was that?,” steve asks. you brush it away, “nothing, it’s just i now may also be a suspect.”

“what? they have no evidence,” nancy points out, you shrug. “not having evidence hasn’t really stopped them before, they just need someone behind bars, someone to blame,” you state. “i mean, that’s why they’re looking for eddie, right?,” you glance at dustin. in an instant, his back to talking to his walkie. 

eddie informs him that he’s at skull rock, “yeah, i know where that is,” steve immediately replies. through the walkie you can tell eddie was shaken up. you wonder how he’d feel if he saw you, you haven’t spoken to him since elementary school, when you gave him a peck on the cheek, confessing your love for him and and he ran away from you, crying about how girls have cooties. your first heartbreak. you don’t give it another second, the group heading to skull rock. 

steve and dustin banter, as usual, “dude, i’m telling you, you’re taking us the wrong way.”

“it’s north, im positive, i checked the map,” 

“you do realize skull rock… it’s a super popular make-out spot?”

“yeah, so?”

“yeah, well, it wasn’t popular until i made it popular, alright? i practically invented it. we’re heading in the wrong direction” steve argues, walking the opposite way. dustin looks at you, like he’s telling you to call steve back and tell him he’s wrong. you shrug, following steve. the kid was smart but he really did have this one wrong. 

“really, y/n? you’re betraying me and my compass like this?” dustin sniffled. 

“sorry kid but im 100% positive that steve’s right on this one,” you giggled, looking back at him. 

lucas looks at you skeptically, “wait… 100%? how are you so sure?” at that, you turn around, quickly catching up to steve. after a few more steps, you finally arrive at your destination.

“boom, bada bing, bada boom. there she is, henderson. skull rock,” steve is proud, “in your face, man, in your stupid, cocky little face,” he continues gloating, you almost feel bad for the kid. “it doesn’t make sense,” dustin mutters. you place a hand on his back, a small smile on your lips. steve tries to get him to accept that he’s wrong, calling him a butthead in the process. even in a life or death situation, those two are still at each other's necks. 

eddie jumps out from a tree and you swear you almost passed out, “i concur, you, dustin henderson, are a butthead,” way to make an entrance, you almost roll your eyes. dustin gives him a quick hug, eddie looks behind him. 

“y/l/n, you’re here too?,” he comments, an amused expression on his face. 

“munson,” you nod, tight lipped. steve glances between the both of you. whatever that little interaction was. he doesn’t like it. he doesnt get to ask how you two know each other, the rest of the group finally catching up. eddie, once again, explains what happened. his walkie, drenched. him, running. 

nancy asks him if he remembers what time it happened, the group connecting the dots between the exploding lightbulb and the death of patrick mckinney. 

“hey, uh, henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” eddie questions, you all turn your head towards the curly headed boy who was currently pacing back and forth, compass still in hand. 

“cursed? nah, he’s fine. mental? absolutely.” steve mocked, still bitter. 

“BOOM!” dustin yells, scaring the living hell out of everyone, you can’t take it anymore, “seriously, i don't think vecna’s my biggest problem, you guys are literally going to send me into cardiac arrest,” you scold, looking back at him and eddie. dustin lowers his voice, whispering now, “bada…bada…boom.” steve shakes his head, unamused. 

“i was right,” they argue once again before dustin explains what’s been going on with his compass. something about an electromagnetic field. 

and a gate to the upside down. 

“we’d have a way to vecna. and a shot at freeing max and y/n from this curse,” dustin finishes, giving you a sliver of hope. he starts walking away, steve stops him, pointing out the fact that eddie is still a wanted man. eddie agrees with steve, it was a bad idea, but that doesn’t stop him from also agreeing with dustin, the group now heading to wherever this gate was. you walk for hours until dustin’s compass starts acting funny once again, right at lover’s lake. 

you make your way unto the boat that was conveniently there. eddie has a hand out to you “y/l/n,” you take it, needing the support from the rocky boat. steve notices. dustin tries getting on but you all don’t let him. no one let’s any of the kids go. eddie saying that the boat can only hold four people, tops. 

steve pushes the boat out into the lake, quickly hopping in, leaving a whining dustin behind, “sorry,” he whispers. 

at the middle of the lake, the compass starts to turn in different directions. steve immediately pulls off his socks, getting undressed. you panic, “steve what are you doing?,” nancy finds the words you couldn’t utter. 

“somebody’s gotta go down and check this out, unless one of you four can top being a hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it’s gotta be me. no complaints, all right?” you furrow your eyebrows at him, grabbing his arm, trying to stop him from removing another article of clothing, “no. no. there has to be another way,” your voice, stern. simultaneously, eddie replies, “hey, i'm not complaining. i do not want to go down there,” you glare at him, he puts both hands up, a sign of surrender. 

steve continues, getting up and removing his shirt. you can’t help but stare. he always looks good. really not the right time. robin glances between you and nancy, she does not get the hype. eddie hands steve his makeshift waterproof flashlight, snapping you back to reality. nancy tells him to be careful. if nancy can’t even stop him, how could you? 

“i swear to god steve, if you die down there, i will find a way to bring you back to life and kill you myself,” earning a chuckle from him. “i’ll come back, i promise,” he tells you, sincerity in his eyes. and then he dove. you keep your eyes on him until it was too dark to see anything. every second that passes feels like an eternity, your heartbeat racing, legs bouncing up and down. the four of you wait, the faint sound of everywhere is the only thing heard, eddie makes a comment, something about everywhere being a good choice of song. you barely care. 

steve’s taking way too long. you make your way towards the edge of the boat, trying to spot him. 

after a couple more seconds, which felt more like hours, he finally resurfaces, eddie screaming an “oh christ!,” from the sudden, loud movement. serves him right. 

“i found it,” steve starts swimming towards the boat, the three glad to hear his sentence. you honestly don’t give a fuck, just glad that he was finally right in front of you. releasing a breath of relief, your hand immediately wrapping around his arm, making sure he was really there. 

“it’s pretty wild, it's more a snack sized gate than the mama gate,” steve explains, trying to catch his breath, “but still, it’s pretty damn big.” and then he was gone, the loss of touch causing you to stand up. steve makes his way back up in a second, making eye contact with you before he is dragged under once again. you don’t give yourself time to think, immediately diving in after him, following the bubbles that were created from his screams. the yells for steve’s name above becoming fainter the deeper you go. you’ve never swam as fast in your life, legs kicking as hard as you could to the point where it burns. 

everything’s red. this world, laced with branches you only saw in your visions. 

steve’s cries swing you into action, grabbing the first paddle you spot, you run towards his direction. bats. they’re circling him. he’s on the ground. you keep running and running, adrenaline coursing through your veins. letting out a cry, you smack one of the creatures away from him. in a second, you notice that the trio have joined you. you’re all trying to get the bats away from him, one has a particularly strong hold on his neck and you can feel your eyes start to water as you crush it over and over again. eddie and nancy watches out for the incoming ones, you and robin still struggling to get the stupid creature off of steve. it wasn’t until a bat made its way unto you that he finally gained strength, biting onto the one around his neck, smashing it to the ground, blood spilling from his lips. 

all of you now in action, it feels like a horror movie, the only thing missing was music. shit. 

you’re frozen, just now realizing what you did. nancy was the first to march up to steve, asking him if he was okay, “well, they took about a pound of flesh, but other than that, yeah, never better.” the two share a moment, you look away. robin starts talking about rabies and then eddie makes a statement that has you wishing the bats murdered him, “y/l/n, your music stopped playing.” steve is in front of you in a second, turning the player over and over, inspecting it,“no no no, no. fuck!,” he curses, “why did you do that!? are you fucking kidding me!?” he yells at you. he’s angry. you wince, looking at the floor. he’s immediately sorry, eyes softening.

before he could say anything, a group of bats from above startles everyone. “into the woods, c’mon,” nancy thinks quickly, everyone now running, seeking safety, under skull rock. the five of you hid in silence, terrified. as soon as the bats flew by, everyone got back up, steve stumbling back, nancy aiding him in a second. “i’m fine,” slips past his lips as she tries her best to nurse him, ripping off a piece of cloth from the cardigan she was wearing. all you can do is watch, afraid of the fate that now lies ahead of you and the boy you’re in love with. he looks up at you while nancy continues taking care of him. you avoid his gaze. 

robin, still on her rabies agenda, tries to distract steve from the pain, “so the good news is i’m pretty sure wooziness is not a symptom of rabies but uhm, if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms, or-or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me, let me know,” her voice breaking, you can tell she’s trying her best to fight back the tears. 

“robin,” steve shuts her up, grunting, “i kinda wanna punch you,” robin forces her laugh. 

eddie makes his way next to you, whispering “sorry.” you look up at him, offering him the best smile you could muster up in this situation, “it’s whatever,” you nod. steve watches. nancy finally wraps the cloth around him, trying to reduce the loss of blood, his eyes going from your figure to hers in an instant. he grunts and you look back at the two, eddie leaving your side. 

this world is merely a reflection of the real one. robin suggests going down to the police station for armor and weapons. as always, nancy has a better idea, “i have guns, in my bedroom,” she admits, “a russian makarov and a revolver.”

“yeah, you almost shot me with that one,” steve makes a snarky remark, nancy quick to follow, “you almost deserved it.”

you remember that. you were there. eddie notices your expression fall even more than it already was, still feeling sorry for earlier, he throws steve his vest, breaking the moment between the two, “for your modesty, dude.” a loud rumbling from beneath you causes everyone to fall, eddie saves you from the harsh ground, robin falling right next to you. steve stumbles back into the wall, nancy in his arms. everyone checks to see if everyone’s still in one piece.

your hand goes straight to your head, it feels like someone just shot you in the head, “woah woah woah, y/l/n, you okay?” eddie asks frantically. tears fall down your cheeks, the pain being too much. with no music to distract your thoughts, you can hear vecna from every corner of your mind. steve crouches down right in front of you, terrified. no one knows what’s happening. 

a sound of a branch snapping to your right alerts you, “we have to get out of here. he’s here.” you whimpered, a sense of urgency in your voice. 

“so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” eddie piped, robin quickly agreeing. 

“ok, ok,” steve nods, “let’s go to nancy’s, that’s where mike’s player is too,” his eyes are back on you and the state you’re in because of him, “we get that first.”

finally putting on eddie’s vest, he helps you up, leading the way. you stay by robin’s side, putting up a brave front. you didn’t want steve to worry even more. 

steve goes up to eddie, “eddie, hey man, uh… listen i just uh wanted to say thanks, for rushing to y/n’s side and saving my ass back there,” the two have a heartfelt moment, “shit, you saved your own ass back there, i mean, that was a real ozzy move you pulled back there,” steve doesn't know who ozzy osbourne is, causing the two to have a quick argument. but then eddie goes back to complimenting him, bringing up how dustin worships the ground he walks on, steve gains a bit of confidence with the newfound information.

eddie confesses that he was jealous of him, describes him as the perfect embodiment of man, and still is super jealous as hell, “which is why i would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass, not under any, uh…normal circumstances,” an honest confession. 

another branch snaps, causing the pair to quickly look ahead, at you, relief washing over their faces seeing you still walking between robin and nancy, eyes focused on the ground beneath you. 

“the only reason i came in here was because those ladies came in straight after you. now i was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind, but y/l/n, right there, she didn’t waste a second. not one second. she just dove right in. now,” eddie has the boy’s full attention, “i don't know what’s happening between you two, but if i were you, i would figure it out. cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.” 

the ground shakes yet again, the pounding in your head stronger, you can feel time slipping away. robin’s hand is quick on your shoulder, keeping you stable as you all try to keep up with nancy’s pace. even in the dark, steve notices every wince you make and after eddie’s incredibly powerful speech, he feels even more awful at his violent reaction. he didn’t even bother to thank you, or ask if you were okay. 

finally making it to what seems like the wheelers’ house, nancy, robin and eddie head straight upstairs and into nancy’s room. steve grabs your hand before you could join, you don’t say a word, you’re not too sure what to say right now. he pulls you into mike’s room, searching for his player, and hoping that the boy had everywhere somewhere in his box filled of tapes. he spots both, feeling lucky for the first time, making a mental note to thank mike as soon as he gets out of here.

in one rapid motion, the headphones are back on you, the music instantly bringing a sense of comfort. you watch him, taking in every feature of his pretty face. “i’m sorry,” he whispers, slowly taking a step towards you. “you shouldn’t have followed me in but you did and i-i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that,” you shake your head. you don’t even care about that anymore, you’re just glad you’re here, with him, in what could be the last moments of your life. 

“i don’t think you understand,” you find your voice, a quiet hush. finally you look into his eyes, you feel like you haven’t seen them in a while, “steve harrington, i’ll follow you everywhere,” you promised. he feels his heart explode. taking your hands into his. 

“i-i have to tell you something before i run out of time,” you say, rushed, his eyebrows furrow at your statement, he doesn’t like it, his grip on your hand getting tighter. 

“say it to me when we get out of here, yeah?” 

you dont. 

“i’m in love with you,” you blurt out. “i’ve been in love with you ever since that halloween night, and y-you don’t have to say it back i know you’re still in love with nancy and that-that’s really okay i just need you to hear it because i might not be able to say it,” he processes your words, feeling various of emotions all at once. happy because the girl he loves, loves him back, confused at the mention of nancy’s name, scared that your last statement will come alive. 

he chooses to focus on what he knows.

“i’m not in love with nancy,” he said, you stare at him. “i-i love her, yes, but only as a friend, i-i dont love her like i-,” you can’t believe what you’re hearing. 

“i-” steve starts to say, you stop him. 

“say it to me when we get out of here,” you beg. he sees the fear in your eyes and he can tell that you’re afraid that all of this is just a trick of your mind. so instead of words, he proves it to you with the way he's always known. gently grabbing your face and bringing in into his own. two lips finally moving as one, your hands finding their way to his chest. nothing about this kiss tasted sweet, feelings of desperation traveled through your hearts. desperate for more time. he pulls away for a second, foreheads softly colliding, his fingers rubbing tiny circles on your cheeks as he pulls you in for another kiss, just wanting to taste you over and over again. 

then you pull away, eyes wide, shocked, you look up at him.

“did you hear that?”

“what?”

“i think it’s dustin,” you point out. he listens. he hears him. “great, even through the other side of the world he finds a way to annoy me,” you laugh, gently slapping his chest. he looks at you, in awe. he hasn’t heard your laugh in a while. he loves the sound of it. he loves you. 

in any normal moment, you would’ve loved to just stay in his arms, laughing for hours and hours. you think back to all the times you guys did just that, not appreciating it enough when you had it. but none of this was normal so you pull away from him and back into this nightmare. you follow dustin’s voice all the way down to living room, yelling his name. steve quickly joins you. the rest of the group questioned yours and steve's sanity until they heard him as well. soon after, you guys figure out how to communicate – the lights. everyone happy at the small achievement. 

a plan unfolds – find another gate. 

“there’s a gate at every murder site!” dustin yells at the walls. nancy ask’s eddie how far his trailer was. you all grab the bikes placed on the wheelers’ front porch, quickly making your way there, wanting to get out as soon as possible. 

finally making it into eddies trailer, an even smaller gate, right at the exact spot of chrissy’s death, greets you. it starts moving, almost like it was breathing. you all stare wondering what the hell is going on. steve checks it out first, making sure you were all behind him. 

cheers erupt, when dustin’s face, though upside down, finally comes into view, “BADA BADA BOOM!”

the kids create an improvised rope, consisting of several blankets and bedsheets all tied together. they place a mattress on the landing spot, making sure you all cross through the portal safe, “those stains are uhhh… i don’t know what those stains are,” eddie lied, earning a look of disgust from you, robin, and nancy. 

one by one, the group makes it safely through. 

robin, eddie then nancy. his eyes are on you. ready to help you up the rope, you step back, “you go first,” you ordered. he really stands his ground this time, “no way, it’s either you go first or we’re both staying here.”

“promise you’re right behind me?” you plead, he places a quick kiss on your lips, “i promise.” 

finally.

you’re back on the other side. steve follows right after you. you look at him, a small smile on your face. he mirrors your expression. max comes running towards you, engulfing you into a hug.

a happy celebration.

no one noticed it. 

nothing could’ve prepared anyone from the vine that slowly, quietly creeped its way through the portal, wrapping tightly around your ankle, and just like steve in lover’s lake, pulling you straight down, back in the other side.

the portal immediately closes.

steve yells out a series, “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” as he stares at the spot that you were once standing, grabbing dustin’s paddle and feverishly stabbing through the ground. blocked by stronger branches, the wooden oar can no longer cut through it.

“steve-” nancy calls out to him. 

“SHIT!,” steve lets out a broken yell, “this is not happening, no, no no,-”

“steve, calm down!” robin catches his attention. 

“do not tell me to calm down!” he shrilled, absolutely devastated, “not when she’s stuck down there! and i'm here! and i-i didn’t even tell her i love her!” he’s absolutely wrecked, tears freely flowing, words slipping from his lips, not even caring about the fact he just confessed his love to you to the rest of them.

“we will get her back, steve!” lucas yells, trying to stop his own tears from flowing.

“how?” he looks at the rest of the group, breathing heavily. he’s exhausted.

“we find another portal.”  

three

an: bada bing bada boom