#the third one turned out to be kinda complicated but I worry about that one cuz people might not like me for it

[bluefever]

Thoughts and other stuff that I want to say

Some of these are problems I have, excluding the problem where I take my anger out of my friends/people I know in general, that I am trying to get over of (it’s going somewhat ok so far). I fear that this might cost me time loose some friends but I really need to get this off my chest (Some I already confessed on a WB).

After the whole events with my other problem, I saw the reason why some people don’t like “vent people” or whatever; reason being that it’ll cause someone anxiety and/or worry when a friend of their’s vents, even when the vent is suicidal or anything big. I’m tired of worrying and I don’t like to see my friends like this, though I do understand how sometimes they have to say what they feel (that’s why I’m writing this whole thing). I know not everything is cupcakes and rainbows but it pains me to see my friends in their own pain, though I don’t react, but I set myself to the side (especially since I’m not a big help when it comes to venting, I get a bit stressed). 

As much as I am moots with someone or someone is following me and I know them, I don’t really consider some people here as friends or whatever. Not saying I don’t like them it’s just…I really don’t know how to feel about them. It’s not a lot of people on here -probably only 2 or 3- but still. There may be a reason for this, but it may come out as rude so I try not to say it directly in their faces, but also try not to say it behind their backs either (I also only take joking insults from people I’m close too).

(Ok now this might be the one that would cost me some friends…) I saw this with two people I know that are “dating” (idk if they are actually dating, probably not and it’s only platonic, but this is just if they are) and they have RP accounts in which they happen to ship their characters with each other. Now let me say this…JUST BECAUSE THE RP ACCOUNTS ARE SHIPPED DOESNT MEAN ITS ACTUAL DATING (or whatever). Idk what you guys do in private but if you guys are dating in character shouldn’t mean you are dating in general, because you guys might not know each other well enough and it might end up being bad (I have experience this once). Although if you guys DO know each other well enough then that should be fine and dating in general would be ok, I just feel like thinking you guys know each other just by only dating in character will turn out very bad.

(IDC IF YOU DONT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY BUT I GOTTA SAY THIS.) I overthink sometimes, but/so when it comes to people calling me by “pet” names (anything but romantically), I get all crazy and giddy over it, letting my mind think that it’s romantic when it’s really not. I honestly live for “pet” names (it depends on what the name is tbh) and if someone were to call me one I might fall in love with them for a bit (it goes away though…maybe). So sorry if you call me something like “honey” and I go full on crazy (over you), I can’t help it./gen

[bad268]

Behind the Goal (Pedri X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Yee (ZEP ILY side note tho, what if I wrote for my favorite band people? like idk if anyone wants that but I kinda want to lol)

Warnings: none

POV: Third Person (They/them)

W.C.: 1196

Summary: It started as a harmless prank and ended with a mutual understanding…

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

It was not common knowledge, their relationship. One is a well-known midfielder for FC Barcelona and the other is a university student. It was not often that their schedules aligned enough to go out. Most of their dates had been in one of their houses or at the earliest hours of the day. It was not like they were trying to keep it under wraps. It just kind of happened.

One week, everything lined up. Y/n’s classes were virtual due to a campus-wide power outage that could not be fixed in the near future, and Pedri has (almost) back-to-back matches for the next week. Y/n thought this would finally be their opportunity to see Pedri in action and meet his friends. Despite being together for nearly a year, they had not met any of Pedri’s teammates. Could have been a red flag if not for the complicated schedules they all possessed. 

The early morning before the match against Real Madrid was interesting. Y/n woke up early with Pedri, ate breakfast, and worked out with him before starting to attend their classes. Lucky for them, Pedri had left his phone on the charger before he went to shower, and Y/n thought it would be funny to change his lock screen because why not? They took a few silly pictures before going through them and deciding against putting one of the selfies on the lock screen. Instead, they found a cute picture of the two of them together, so they changed the blank screen and put the phone back just as the shower turned off.

Coincidentally, right as Pedri walked out, Y/n had to get on a Zoom call, so they did not need to worry about looking suspicious. Pedri walked up behind them, quietly leaving a kiss on the top of their head as he left for the match, knowing Y/n would meet him there after classes. 

Usually, Pedri would put music on as he drove to the stadium, but in his rush, he decided to just listen to the radio. That being said, he did not look at his phone (no texting and driving in this household) the entire trip. It was not until he got into the locker room and met up with everyone that he even thought to check his phone. However, by the time he thought to check his phone, Gavi already had a hold of it. 

“Oooo who’s this?” Gavi teased, turning the phone to show Pedri the lock screen. Pedri was confused at first because he did not remember changing his lock screen, but there it was, clearly changed. And to a picture of Y/n and him, no less. “Are you seeing someone and haven't told us?”

“Maybe,” Pedri blushed, reaching over to try and grab the phone from Gavi. “Maybe not. Give me the phone.”

“You are!” Gavi gasped in mock offense. “And you’re keeping this from me? What have I done?”

“It’s not you, Gavi,” Pedri laughed as he tried to grab the phone again. “If you give me the phone, I’ll show you more pictures and call them. Or you could wait until after the match and meet them in person like the original plan.”

“Who’s pictures are we looking at? And who are we calling?” A couple of the other players said amongst themselves, overhearing Gavi and Pedri’s conversation.

“Pedri’s significant other that he did not tell us about,” Gavi answered with a glare toward Pedri as he begrudgingly gave the phone back. “You better show us some good pictures.”

“They’re cute,” Fermin commented as he looked over Gavi’s shoulder at the phone. “Why would you hide them from us?”

“Show us some more, man,” Joao laughed, throwing his arm over Pedri’s shoulders as he messed up Pedri’s hair. “I bet you’ve got better pictures if you know what I mean.”

“I bet he would love to show you a million and one pictures, but it’s time for warmups,” Xavi said as he walked up behind the two.

“Oh, saved by the bell,” Gavi chuckled as he bumped shoulders with Pedri. “After the match right?”

“Yeah, the plan was dinner if you want to meet them in person,” Pedri explained as they ran out onto the grass. 

“Team dinner on you? Count me in!” Gavi answered as he ran ahead.

“Not what I meant, but okay,” Pedri grumbled to himself as he followed swiftly after him.

~~

The game was close, ending in Barcelona’s favor 2-1, so the team was ready to celebrate. And it was against their biggest rival no less, so some of them were ready to get steamed. Gavi, on the other hand, just really wanted to know who the secret significant other is.

Despite being at the game, Y/n did not go into the locker room after the win like the other wives and girlfriends of the players. Y/n was not the biggest fan of huge crowds, so they thought it would be best to hang back and meet Pedri at his car when most of the fans had dispersed. Being that they took public transit to the stadium, they did not need to worry about their vehicle. They planned to ride with Pedri to the restaurant and maybe go bar hopping after, depending on the vibe of the team. 

It did not take nearly as long as they thought for the stadium to clear out, and they made their way out to the lot. They had a copy of Pedri’s keys, so they used them to unlock the car before climbing in. Then, they texted Pedri to let him know where they were, and almost immediately, he responded, saying that he was on his way out. Again, it did not take long for Pedri to make his way out of the tunnel and toward the car with Gavi, Fermin, and Joao walking in line with him, almost faster. 

Pedri pushed the guys towards their own cars, saying, “You’ll meet them at the restaurant.” He waited for Gavi to get in his own car since he was the most reluctant to split off before turning and climbing into the driver’s seat. He leaned over the center console and met Y/n in the middle as they kissed.

“Congratulations on the win. I saw that goal you made,” Y/n praised as they rand their fingers up his chest to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Did you see my surprise?”

“If you’re talking about changing my background to a picture of us, and subjecting me to the teasing I received from the boys, yes. I saw your surprise,” He sighed before planting a kiss on their nose. “The bright side is that the boys are excited to meet you.”

“The way you say that makes me think there is also bad news,” Y/n trailed off as Pedri started the car and started driving out of the lot. “Tell me what happened.”

“A couple of the guys think you're attractive, so now I need to be watching my back.”

“Well, now you know how I feel with all of your fans.”

~~~~~

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[theysaidhush]

Tricky or sorry ?

Pairing: Young!Peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x Peacekeeper!Reader

Résumé: Fluff ? It takes a ballad into the woods for Coriolanus to realise that he absolutely despise how much he likes you.

A part of a story I miiiight post one day ??? I kinda understand why people says he’s crazy but still I think it’s more complicated than that ? Please feedback is appreciated !

“I don’t think we should be here.”

“It’ll be fine. No one know about this place.”

“Still!” you cried, clinging to his strong arm as you eyed the path you’ve just taken, trees closing behind your two form. “It can be dangerous, I don’t really like it.”

“What do you even like?” His question, which wasn’t aiming for an answer, was said so condescendingly that you frown, glancing at the unwavering look on his face which was looking forward.

You pinched his arm and let go of it, halting and crossing your arms with a pout. Still looking at the path before you, Coriolanus rolled his eyes at your antics before facing you. His lips twitched. It shouldn’t be charming, in fact he should be very annoyed, take your arm and force you to walk next to him until you’ve reached your destination. So why was he not submerged by this dark force who kept on telling him to crush everyone who would disobey him? It was there, the thoughts were there. But his fingers were itching for a different reason. How he wished he could simply wipe that expression out of your face by making you kneel before him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” 

He wasn’t. He was just amused and was having a hard time hiding it. He was very well known among his squad for being ‘Poker face’. But now, even you could tell he was almost making fun of you and your actions.

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it, I feel pitiful…” you frowned, offended at his poor choice of words and obvious lie.

“Look – can we just, walk?”

It wasn’t in his habits. It may very well have been the first time he stumbled upon his choice of words. Or not. He did talked to you before, it might have been the third or fourth time. He did not like it. Did not like how you were making him feel so childish, just like you were. Did not like seeing your eyebrows furrowed because of his doubtful and careless courses of actions.

Silent, you joined him and walked beside him, blindly following him wherever he was taking you. He should have been content to have you walk by him again, but he wasn’t, not entirely. Why weren’t you taking his arms, just like you did before. It was problematic.

Coming to a halt, you following suit, he gazed at you, seemingly lost in his thoughts. What should he do? Someone else would have been confronted, belittled or classified as ‘threat’. And you were classified as a threat. But the blond couldn’t help himself. He appreciated every hours and every minutes spent with you. You both were nothing more than Peacekeeper, and yet, with you, it seems like those days spent here were less annoying and painful, like they were before he met you. So the blond could not just act on his impulse and slam your head in a tree, like he imagined doing so many times before, when his feelings towards you were more confusing than enticing.

“You good?”

It was sickening. The way you still worried about him despite being the one who was hurt. And maybe that’s why he liked you so much. Because he knew that even if he dragged you along the ground, you would still look up at him and ask him if it his not hurting.

The mockingjays whistled high in the trees, their eyes turned toward your intertwined silhouettes. You stood still with red cheeks wide eyes and let out a shaky breath at the warmth which was engulfing you.

“I’m sorry.”

It was nothing more than a whisper, you almost missed it and only felt his hot breath in the crook of your neck. But like an echo, the mockingjays repeated it in the silent forest. It was haunting: the noise, the setting… Yet, you still welcomed him in your arms, hugging him back. He was genuine.

Or he tricked you into thinking that he was.

Or he tricked himself into thinking that he tricked you.

[extasiswings]

As someone who never watched bones, the bones blueprint???

What is the Bones blueprint? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU. So Bones is the show with one of, if not THE hetero slow burn ship of classic Fox procedural shows in the mid-2000s-early 2010s. (Pretty much every main network had at least one major procedural slow burn at a time. Fox had X-files, then Bones. ABC had Castle. CBS had NCIS and The Mentalist…you get it). So, let me set the stage with our characters:

Seeley Booth, played by David Boreanaz. Booth is an FBI Agent and former Army Ranger (with a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart and a certain amount of PTSD that he doesn’t like to discuss). Catholic. Complicated relationship with his family. More than a little repressed. Definitely needs therapy (and gets it eventually—at first when he’s required to go, and voluntarily in later seasons). Good at and devoted to his job. Single Dad who feels like he missed out on a lot of the early years of his son’s life and worries about being a good father (he asked his ex to marry him when she got pregnant, but she turned him down even though she loved him—at least early on in the series even though they aren’t together it’s discussed that they have a tendency to fall into bed not infrequently) [I swear I’m not making this up]. Anyway, you get the picture.

And behind Curtain No. 2, we have:

Temperance Brennan (Bones), played by Emily Deschanel. Brennan is a forensic anthropologist. Super smart, super scientific, doesn’t have great social skills, but definitely has the whole “perceived as cold but actually feels things very deeply” thing going on. Tragic backstory. She’s also a novelist.

So! Booth and Brennan. They work together, they’re partners, they solve murders. And, naturally, they have the whole opposites thing that works for them—she’s very book smart, he’s very street smart, she believes in facts and science and logic, he believes in intuition and gut feelings and faith, etc. etc. As is often the case with the aesthetic of the crime procedural slowburn ship, they start out sort of reluctantly working together, but eventually develop a real partnership built on trust and friendship (and love!).

Early on, she has some things in her past with her family that she asks for his help investigating so that she can get answers. There’s also a time in the second season where Brennan gets kidnapped by a serial killer and buried alive while Booth is stuck trying to find her, which in addition to still being just An Episode(™) remains one of the great, classic, early-in-the-slowburn “I almost lost you and it made me feel Some Kinda Way, but no no we’re just friends really, nothing to see here” defining arcs, especially since Brennan starts dating someone not too long after. The same serial killer returns in season four and snatches Booth that time, and then it’s Brennan’s turn to find him (with the help of Booth’s younger brother). Anyway, classic slow burn—there’s a lot of Implication that you could read into if you wanted throughout the first several seasons, but not necessarily super concrete (although they get caught under the mistletoe once), and there are several rounds of saving each other in various ways as over the years they just become closer and closer until they’re Partners(™) in every way (even when they’re dating other people).

What’s making me yell and scream today though, is: the S4 finale and S5. In the S4 finale, Booth is in a coma after having brain surgery. He has a wild coma dream where he and Brennan are married and they run a nightclub, but there still ends up being a murder—ANYWAY, irl Brennan basically spends the whole time he’s in a coma at his bedside, but then he wakes up and he has no memory of who she is. Pivot to S5, Booth remembers her again, and also feels like he might have romantic feelings for her, but (in part because of some third party commentary) questions whether they’re real or just a side-effect of the surgery. He sort of tells her anyway, but flubs it massively. Later in the season, we get Booth’s son being concerned that his dad doesn’t have a girlfriend, both Booth and Brennan separately getting relationship advice from third parties, and Brennan getting asked out by a new guy. And then! The 100th episode.

The 100th episode, which reveals the start of the series wasn’t their first case, they worked together once before and kissed and almost slept together, but hadn’t ended up going all the way. And after they’re done telling their story, Booth finally stops and kisses her and gets to give his big damn love confession, lays it all on the line, tells her he’s always known she was the one and wants to really try…and she freaks out and cries and turns him down, and he accepts it but says he has to move on. And then they both date other people before fully running away from each other for many months (Brennan on an anthropological dig, Booth back to Afghanistan for the military). (And then, when they come back, she’s ready to put on her big girl pants and give it a shot, except that he went and got a girlfriend who he seems happy with so we all get to suffer through a season of angst and pining while he proposes to someone who isn’t Brennan etc while everyone else is like “you’re still in love with her though” but they do sleep together by the end of S6 and ultimately get married and have two more kids (not in that order)).

So, yeah—the blueprint! Making me especially crazy because here we are with Buddie on a Fox procedural, 4 seasons since they really started trying it seems to make Buddie something potentially real, and Buck is heading into a coma where he's about to hallucinate another life, and the 100th episode is coming up near the beginning of next season (and I really hope Fox learned from Bones that there's such a thing as dragging out the slow burn too much and just lets them be happy after the big damn feelings reveal but XD).

[fruit-sauce]

My swag and totally normal q!BBH headcanons

I need to talk about my thoughts and headcanons about q!BBH, ESPECIALLY after the lore drops of him being like. a manifestation of c!bbh as well as the fact he “arrived” in 9600 BCE??? I need to say my thoughts- NOW. (also for the fact i wanna draw these out, some of them feel kinda specific and/or complicated)

warning, its a lot:

First and foremost, he’s the Grim Reaper. That’s just a canon fact, but! I still like to remember the name “The Saints of Games” and input that into his lore. 

Basically, he started off as angel, just like q!Philza, but (after some deals and not so good things) he turned into a demon. Design wise, he can go between looking like an angel, demon, or just a guy, but that’s mostly for funsies for me lol

As a demon, he quickly became high ranking, eventually working under the goddess of death herself as “the grim reaper.” this is where he meets phil, since now they’re technically co-workers.

He used to only care for guiding spirits and souls in the underworld, but soon discovered that something was wrong. Souls were going missing, sometimes going past him multiple times. This caused him to venture to the overworld (And cause whatever he did in 9600 BCE???)

The cause of his problems was Foolish! :D Seeing as foolish is a literal totem, I like the idea of him being some type of god/demi god that causes rebirth/keep people from dying/etc. This starts their rivalry that we still see now.

As a general, not every iteration of BBH, Phil, Forever, etc. is the same, they all come from different universes and timelines, but can come together and retain the memories as they move forward. This idea came from the fact qBBH wants “a skeppy” not even his skeppy, just A skeppy. Skeppy is not a deity, so, in every universe, he has to meet bbh over and over again, there are infinite skeppys, but only 1 bbh, and bbh knows that. There is a Skeppy in the QSMP universe that’s been with bbh for years now and has some remembrance of other timelines, the “main” skeppy, if you will (mostly eggpire stuff cause i love the eggpire (something i’ll, idk, make a comic about or something one day))

On the island itself, there’s something up with it that, when they woke up on the trains, BBH, Foolish, and Phil were simply drained of their abilities and magic. They still had some, but no where near enough to leave the island or contact anyone. That being said, BBH gets his energy from souls, something he doesn’t like to do with living beings. He also just naturally takes energy from people, so he plays the bit of the grim reaper that wants people to stay hydrated and takes care of all the eggs because if everyone is happy and healthy, he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally killing them!

There are some that resist him tho: Foolish and Phil, obviously, but also Dapper, Cheyenne, and Leo! The eggs seem to take in the dna of their parents somewhat so these 3 also get that pass... Also Missa, Slime, and Rubius..

Speaking of Rubius, BBH and him I feel like HAVE to have some backstory, they’ve totally met before, both are literally angels/demons. 

Back to Foolish, as much as they poke at one another, they do trust each other a lot, when they were in that dungeon where Foolish almost died, in my head, BBH was basically pulling Foolish out of the way of the Vindicators, digging his claws into Foolish, who then used his totem body to keep BBH from dying (when BBH spent 2 totems trying to pick him up) the third totem was a normal totem tho, him saying “You’re making me eat totems” was literal, he held it in his mouth and broke thru it to use it....

that’s not how they’re supposed to be use i just think it’d look cool...

... I need to make an animatic about that...

[brandwhorestarscream]

Reincarnation au

Do you know which of the (several) moments from this au could be turned into mini fics(i mean, they already are¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)? The trine elite moments, more precisely when Star has his seekerlings(trineshipp here)

They are with the rest of the aerie/air force, discussing the chaos of the last few weeks, sharing theories and even commenting about their own litters(discussions about the best nests, names, etc.)Ss is talking with sunstorm and slipstream and TC is on a couch, writing, while SW participates in the competition

Of course the sparklings that the winglord carries decided to be the first to be born

The first two are very similar to their mother, and each other (tfe and cyberverse), except for a few details, the third(Tfa) is larger, with darker colors that no one is sure where it came from.The fourth (IDW) is the biggest and Hook swears that he was never insulted by the SIC as much as he was at that day

It's the fifth one that leaves the constructicons silent at a worrying speed, until scrapper lets out a "he's gray"

Star has to be held back by a pale TC, due to how quickly he stood up shouting a "what do you mean gray?!"

(I'm going to contain myself here, I've already left enough for the rest)

[I'm happy with how much I got, but I don't want to leave you without much to say]

Daaaw I love this. Starscream being thrown headfirst into parenthood is always a treat, though with the way this is written it sounds like he was aware he was carrying? I'm guessing after a certain threshold of stealth cycles, both autobots and decepticons decided to scan everyone in their ranks to root out any more surprise bitties.

As a result the seekers are all up in arms preparing for the new arrivals, and Starscream's delivery is met with much fanfare. The vosians are a critically endangered species, after all: every new life is precious. Star has... a lot of complicated feelings about his impending motherhood, but ultimately I think he's proud. When the fifth one comes out gray he's already so high strung and in such pain he just... starts sobbing. Covers his face with his servos and starts bawling, wailing for it not to be true, cursing Primus and Hook and everyone else that could possibly be responsible. "Don't do this to me! Don't you dare! Don't take my sparkling, don't you dare!" Thundercracker has both arms around him and his wings are already at their lowest position in mourning, while Skywarp is looking on in horror, shaking his head and whispering no no no no no no...!

"I've got a sparkpulse!" Scavenger suddenly announces jovially, one huge finger pressed to the newborn's chassis. "Wait, wait, he's not dead!"

Hook immediately rushes to get the bitty into emergency care: if he's completely gray that means death is breathing down his neck, but if his spark is still pulsing then there's a chance. Tells Mixmaster to take over on baby catching duty because seekers always birth in threes, and while he's loading little TFP Star into an incubator, the 6th and final baby, Armada Star, is born

In the aftermath, the little gray one turns out to be just fine. His spark is strong and healthy, though his tiny scrawny body and gray color scheme is extremely worrying. Starscream has a tendency to coddle and spoil that one, very rarely putting him down and watching him with eagle eyes, fit to panic if bitty falls down or bumps into a table leg. Everyone kinda walks on eggshells around the little guy, just because he looks like he's one strong wind away from keeling over dead. He looks damn near skeletal compared to his siblings, and with no color at all he resembles a zombie. Starscream and the rest of the aerie worry about him so, so much, but he's every bit as determined and capable as his brothers. He's definitely a bit of a mama's boy and will milk his carrier's attention to use to his advantage 🤭

[bengiyo]

Me, My Husband, and My Husband's Boyfriend Eps 6-10 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

In the first half, we met Misaki, a teacher who has been having a difficult time with the lack of physical intimacy with her otherwise loving husband, Yuuki. Despite her frustrations, she was trying to tough it out, but eventually learned on her anniversary that Yuuki was seeing another man, who turned out to be a former student of hers that also continues to express romantic interest in her, named Shyuuhei.

Misaki and Yuuki were not happy with the mess they found themselves in, and both attempted to cut Shyuuhei out of their lives, but it was killing Yuuki. Not wanting to let Yuuki become another unfortunate statistic about gay men, Misaki invited Shyuuhei to live with them.

This is most certainly going to become messy, but I'm intrigued by Misaki's desire to stay with Yuuki in a way that works for him, even if it means adding a third to their dynamic.

Meanwhile, Misaki has been reconnecting with an old friend, Maki, who I'm sure has romantic feelings for Misaki as well. I am bracing myself for lesbian disappointment.

Episode 6

Already we're starting with Misaki deciding to start doing her hair quickly in the mornings. Don't know about that.

Regardless of what happens, Shyuuhei should learn to cook while he's with them. Seems like he's overly reliant on his partners to take care of him.

Oh boy. Shyuuhei has joined a team of women who all find him attractive. Bracing.

I'm glad Maki exists. The other teacher has overstepped and can't really offer a useful perspective right now. It's fascinating because Misaki is not taking from these conversations what I think others want. Instead she immediately reworks their dynamic to try to make the relationship more equal.

How many people does it take to change a lightbulb? Three. One to be young and eager to be helpful, one to cause concern because she's still adapting, and another to supervise because he knows this is all his fault.

Why is the video for Our Dining Table so shit, but this one isn't?

Oh that was a cool long panning shot to show the passing of time. Excited for the sense of anticipation it's building with Mio and her ongoing frustration with Shyuuhei.

I hope Daiichi isn't going to be an actual romantic complication, and just inspires Yuuki to talk to Misaki more. Still, I worry about how distant they feel.

Burning a flame over both of their portraits is so unsubtle I love it.

Feeling some kinda way about the kissing their letting Shyuuhei and Misaki have in comparison to Yuuki.

Oh here we go next episode with everyone overstepping.

Episode 7

I get Yuuki feeling like he needs to do something here, but he unfortunately cannot give Misaki what she wants the most.

I am relieved that Misaki has finally made the informant a family problem. I think this is the first time we're seeing the three of them work on an issue together.

The confrontation with Misumi was intense. I get where Misumi is coming from, but I'm also glad that Misaki is defending her husband and her family.

I find myself rooting for these three constantly. I want them to solve this complex collection of dilemmas.

Oh, Daiichi is flirting. I suppose we can't always get what we want.

Makes me a bit sad that we don't get to see Misaki smile this easily or laugh at home.

Meanwhile, Yuuki is about to implode from restrained desire.

Every episode gets even more messy. Goddamn.

Episode 8

I just find Misaki so fascinating. Yuuki may be worried about her leaving, but she told Daiichi flat out that ain't no man like her man.

I like Yuuki's sister. She has avoided their family for the rude way they treat her, and urges Yuuki to do the same. She knows the arrangement with Shyuuhei is unusual, and doesn't pry. Her recommendation is only to make sure he and Misaki take care of each other.

I'm not sure I believe Misaki about only seeing Shyuuhei as a student, but I am curious to see where this goes now that she can't lie that he wasn't conscious when he kissed her.

I don't know what I expected of Yuuki going to talk to Daiichi, but both of them being forthright feels correct for their characters. It's rather sad, because as sweet as Daiichi is I don't think Misaki could be with him.

Okay, Yuuki is going too far, but goddamn is Furukawa fit. Still not a great way for Misaki to be confronted with the physical reality of it all.

Oh, Misaki tries so hard, but it can't work this way.

Well this Christmas party turned sad quickly.

Episode 9

I like that Shyuuhei isn't stupid. He sussed out quickly that Yuuki only got aggressive with him so it would push Misaki.

Wow, that was one of the most difficult breakups I've ever seen. Honda Kyoya is good. You can see the moment his hope breaks and he has to accept that they can't be a triad. And then, they still happily agree to get together for New Years. Just wow.

I like how we keep tying back to some of the professional stuff. Misaki's student managed to get back into school properly, and now Yuuki managed to help his client by sharing the emotional truth of his struggle about his marriage.

I'd like to see Shyuuhei make a comic about the way he wants to love.

Oh man, Misumi sharing that she resented Misaki's marriage this entire time, and was happy to wreck it so that she wouldn't be alone with her own pain is almost too much. Misery loves company personified this way hurts.

"It's alright if you want to dislike me, but I don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us," is the energy I want to carry through my 30s. I like the resolution between these two.

Ah, Yuuki's parents are making me sick to my stomach. I haven't been this stressed from a show in a long time. I'm glad Yuuki came out, because the only other choice was to inflict even more horrifying closeted conceits on future children.

Shyuuhei is tapping in!

Episode 10 (Finale)

Oh, gross. The dad has been manipulating Yuuki for a long time to try to make him not gay.

Yes, Misaki. Destroy them.

That was awful, but I'm glad they were all together in the aftermath of that.

OH MY GOD IS MY MAKI LESBIAN DREAM RISING IN THE FINALE?

Man, we confirm Maki likes Misaki just to offer the comparison between Yuuki's inability to reciprocate Misaki's feelings for him as well. Now she's also caught in the polyamory difficulties.

Seems like they figured out their dynamic right as they finally let go. Curious how formally divorcing, living together, and letting Misaki figure things out with Maki and Daiichi will go.

I don't mind the way that ended, with them all seeming each other in ambiguous ways at the end. Still! I needed to know that someone was giving Misaki the attention she needed!

Final Verdict: 9, Recommended for queer cinema fans. I would not recommend this to BL fans. There are satisfying gay moments in this, but there's also crippling homophobia and multiple direct confrontations with homophobes. I enjoyed seeing such an empathetic exploration of polyamory. I still don't think it's something I'm geared for, but I liked unpacking this with Misaki, Yuuki, and Shyuuhei. As always with Japan, they toed a very careful line here.

[sonicman66]

Punchline

This one's not even a crossover, just an idea for a Batman story. \

Start off following the Joker breaking out of Arkham. Its a usual breakout, some props are used, there's a few dead or gassed guards lying around, he makes it into the city and he's plotting out his new heist/joke/evil deed. In the dead of night he sees oncoming lights and dives out into the street to commandeer the car.

And the car slams right into him.

In the car is a completely normal person, not anybody big or with a complicated backstory or anything at all, just Joe Schmoe realizing exactly what just happened. They look terrified and also surprised. They just hit the Joker. There's a beat, and then they put the car in reverse.

Cut to an emergency services dispatcher getting a call, has this weird tone of voice, but they've heard a lot and honestly nothing surprises them (until now). Convo goes something like this.

"911 what would you like to report?" "Yeah, I uh, I hit a guy. With my car." "Alright, i'll send an ambulance over with the police-" "Oh, ambulance won't be needed. I'm fine and he's- well. He's not getting back up anytime soon." Wince from operator "What is the location of the accident? Are you certain he's dead-" "Oh yeah, I made sure. He was getting back up after the first one and twitchin after the second, but the third one popped his head like a grape." "Are you claiming that you murdered this man?" "I guess so? The first hit was an accident, and kinda not my fault, i mean the guy actually jumped in front of my car shoutin some nonsense, but everything after that was to make sure he stayed down." "The police are on their way, please remain where you are and cooperate when they arrive, things will be much easier if you let them do their jobs-" "Don't worry, i'm coming in quietly. Don't think I'll be safe on the streets once the Bat learns I killed the Joker." "YOU WHAT?!"

Cut to the officers arriving on the scene, standing with the driver, staring at the Joker's corpse. They have mixed reactions. Some of them are acting like a party just started, and are celebrating, some are concerned for the driver, one of them offers to let the driver go and claim that they 'ran off' and ensure any searches for them get backlogged bc come on man-

But the driver is adamant. They want to be taken in, because if the cops don't bring them in, then Batman will, and they like their kneecaps to remain intact, thank you very much.

Cut to them in an interrogation room. They're getting the Nice Cops treatment from everyone that isn't outright cheering for them. Whoever's questioning them is being polite but also by the book, getting the whole incident down. The driver's explanation of their mental reasoning for backing up and hitting the Joker again is something like this.

"I'm not gonna pretend that I had some grand epiphany but when I saw him getting back up, I realized that at this point the best case scenario is that the Joker carjacks me and kills me quickly. The worst case scenario, he carjacks me and makes me the centerpiece of his next big thing, all because I pissed him off. If I drive off, there's no way he won't go out and try and find me and then i'm guaranteed the worst case. So I figure, 'what the hell, in for a penny' and decide to finish what I started."

When Batman inevitably hears and does a threatening interrogation/conversation, the driver isn't unfazed, but they're upfront about it. They don't deny Bats' whole 'You're a killer' thing, avoids the moral discussion. Instead, they just go "Yeah, I killed somebody, but I plan to serve my time. I don't think i'm some hero or badass because I killed the clown. All I know is that now nobody will have to wake up afraid that they'll be Joker Gassed on the subway, or turned into playing cards, or some other fucked up joke by a guy who'll get put in a paper prison after he's caught. I didn't do 'the right thing', but I did something necessary."

Pleads guilty in a trial if they don't go for first-degree murder, and quietly serves their time. Avoids joining any gangs or companies in jail, because "No sir mr. cobblepot, I'm not interested in joining your 'enterprise', whether it be legal or otherwise, I really just want to go back to a normal life, I appreciate the offer, honest-" and appreciates the various gift baskets they get (Harley sent a cake with a razor sticking out of it, Ivy sent a plant that was quietly returned, and they got one from Red Hood that had a note on it offering to break em out for free (rejected)).

[imagine-silk]

Yeah some of the characters took a bit to warm up to (I think Nick was my least favorite character cause I compared his attitude after being infected to Max, who is such a sweetheart and only complained about hurting 🥺) I do agree that Dylan, Ryan, Laura and Max are amazing! (Though I had such a soft spot for Kaitlynn cause she worried about Nick, and Abi after the attack. And she tried to cheer Dylan up after he lost his hand) Though those are my thoughts. And Emma was such a bitch, I agree (the chase scene though made me like her after though? Kinda like the Emily chase scene in Until Dawn, where you dislike the character before but liking them after the whole chase). And Jacob, oh man, I kept joking about how he’s such a simp 😂😭. I heard that House of Ashes multiplayer was better than the quarry (I haven’t played it but if it is I’m jealous). Wolf pack is fun if you have someone scared of horror games playing with you, it makes it funny af (I’ve been trying to get a third person for wolf pack so they can mess up my decisions/qte lmao). Also I apologize for messaging you often about this, haha, I just had so much fun talking about it with someone.

Okay, I saw a post that said he thinks the bite brings out their nature before they turn and it makes a lot of sense and that's a good chunk on my feeling towards Nick and Emma.

I've explained this to my friends that Nick and Abi are normal person terrible. Like they're not particularly evil or really bad in any meaningful way, they just suck. Abi and Nick like each other but can not for the life of them get together. Abi dismisses everything he says and is the most self-sabotaging person I've ever seen in my life and that's saying something. It's the strangest thing I have ever seen. If he says that he thinks whatever happens was meant to happen she says people can and will take advantage of that and relieve themselves from blame for the bad things they do and is super demeaning about it. ┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘ Girly-pop, you did not need to say that. She also ignores him all the time and again, very weird because she doesn't really do it to anyone else. Nick himself seems fine and okay, he gets visibly sad when she does these things to him but moves on. Makes sense, it hurts. However, if the post is right he has a lot of feelings under the surface that are more than concerning. He also has the option to be just as pedantic as she is. So normal people awful.

Also the comparison of Max and Nick is kind of funny. Nick gets really aggressive and attacks them while Max just tells Laura his tummy hurts. He's so cute. Max did nothing wrong squad.

Kait grew on me because she changed. And she did it really fast so as much as she is mean for no reason she is caring and knows how to take authority. She probably was a really good counselor, I wouldn't be surprised if she can just flip a switch.

I feel very complicated about Jacob. On one hand he's very dumb and makes poor choices but they come from a good intent, no matter how questionable the reason is. He's a himbo. He's highly emotional and is very free about it. But he is so insistent about getting back with Emma he loses the plot. But he's also just a little guy who doesn't know what consequences of his actions will do. If there wasn't werewolves trying to kill them off I think the night would have ended and they would go separate ways. She'd probably ghost him and tell her fans about it now that I think about it. Jacob is a fratboy, not my favorite trope but Emma is evil so it makes him look like the biggest saint in the world. So yeah, very complicated.

All that being said, I do like the game. I am super critical of media in general and will pick it apart thoroughly but that almost never means I dislike whatever I'm talking about. It's very campy and that's what it was aiming for so it's great for that genre. The dialogue is great to show they're a bunch of dumbass kids barely in college. Choices make sense for the characters. The map is really good and having all of them run around is pretty cool, turning them into team A team B. I recommend a play or two for anyone.

Also listen to 'Bizarre but Bonafide'

[bonesandthebees]

now for the strategy exercise

I think phil choose that exercise on purpose, believing it could show well the benefits of tommy being a blank slate (just as this phrase isnt getting out of wilburs head, youre not getting away from the unintentional lyric reference)

also the solution tommy gives is pretty simple, it kinda shows how niki and q both tried to go the way they are most familiar with, showing off a bit their capabilities, thinking about more tricky stuff like the psyche of the people, with niki especially

the exercise is about coming up with a super complicated strategy, its more about finding out what APPROACH they would take to this situation

and like I understand the problem with nikis solution but tbf to niki, she came up with a much better solution to the presented problem when you focus just at the result, unlike tommys plan hers was thought thru and didnt have that many loopholes, it just didnt fit phils expectations, like when this happens to me in an exam, im also arguing with the teacher that the fact that it wasnt their answer doesnt mean my answer isnt correct

now im bit saying I think thats the best way to rule a kingdom BUT niki is very rightfully angry about phil praising tommy

and honestly I just think good for niki yk, like yes, go get that power, whatever it takes

I love her standing up against phil but than being scared she messed up, there are so many layers to her it's amazing

you always treat your female characters right and rose!niki is prime example of that, she is everything I adore her so much and I support her rights and her wrongs

and when it comes to q, hes the one that confuses me bc he seems so easy to read and very certain about being chosen as the heir which is very dangerous in court and foolish and first look youd think hes just not good at hiding his opinions which could tie into him being a less likely heir

but like hes been at the court for quite some time and must know how much of a disadvantage being readable is so maybe hes playing is double layered, pretending to be easy to read while actually hiding the important stuff, I mean wilbur calls him really smart and witty

or theres a secret third option where its only wilbur whos able to read him so well and we wouldnt know bc its from wilburs pov but the way its described, compared to how wilbur reading niki is described this is unlikely id say

and the worst is that with the kind of character quackity is he could be either, like he turns out to be super smart and calculative ill be like thats so like him but if he turns out to be actually just that egoistic and easy to be ill be like yeah thats exactly like the train wreck of a man I know and love

I mean quackity knows his strengths and how to play on them, knows it wont be easy getting the throne and so he does stuff like partnering with schlatt, calling the meeting...

but with the strategy exercise it shows that hes putting everything on his strong suits and thats not always gonna be enough

oh yeah phil definitely chose the exercise for a reason. tbh it was a test for all three of them, less to learn their war strategy and more to learn how well they take guidance and criticism. definitely highlights the benefits of tommy being a blank slate.

and that ties into the issue with niki. while her plan had some issues, it was the most realistic of the three. the problem was her reaction to phil's criticism. she had a right to argue with phil regarding the success of her strategy, but that's not what phil wanted.

I'm glad you're enjoying rose!niki so far. like yes, she stood up to phil and was stubborn and angry and ruthless, but she was also scared. she was worried she messed up and regretted speaking out because she deals with so much pressure to always maintain a certain public persona and reputation, because her future is so reliant on it. I'm so happy I get to spend so much time focusing on niki in a long fic like this. rose!niki is so complicated and has so much going on with her, I'm really excited to continue diving into her character.

hmm won't go into detail to what's going on with q, but I'd say there's a mix of things going on from what you said. wilbur's pov definitely plays a role in how well we're able to read him, but also he is very aware of the games being played and knows how to adjust his behavior accordingly.

[scrip-doodles]

Nightmare and his baby gang Chapter 3

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Hi! Finally, the third chapter of Nightmare and his baby gang is out on Tumblr!

Killer sneaked away from the big and heavy blanket to sit down on the bed. The others joined him pretty quickly except for Horror who found it warm under this fluffy prison. This was weird really weird, Mister's comportment was unusual why did he ask those questions? If something was not like before like he said it was him. He was acting strange since they came back from…from what…? He couldn’t remember what they were doing this afternoon or the days before now that he thought about it! Did he hit his head? Was that why Mister was acting so differently?

“Hey Cross, do you remember what we were doing this afternoon? Or the other days before that?” Asked Killer looking a little lost.

He was the first that Mister took here, yeah he didn’t remember it exactly but he was little so it made sense that he forgot. Crossy said little kids could forget what happened to them if they were really young during the action.

“ Well yeah we were…uh we were…”

“So you don’t know either?” 

Killer started to feel uneasy now, so there was something wrong after all. His soul flinched, taking the form of a heart for a second before turning back to normal. He didn’t like it. Mister wouldn’t hurt them, well at least he thought so.

Cross seemed anxious about it too, even if he was the oldest he was the last to come here with them. None of them know why they’ve been brought here, Mister saved them without asking them anything. Dust used to say that he must have been lonely in that big house on his own.

“ But why is it a problem if Mister takes care of us? I don’t care about before, Miter take care of us now !” Said Horror, his pillow against his chest.

Killer and Cross looked at him unsure of what to say. It kinda made sense, they were safe here so why worry about a few memories? It wasn’t like this place was worse than their last “home” especially if Mister was nicer.

“He even patted me! Mister never did that before!” Happily claimed Horror.

While Dust was nodding as he agreed with Horror, Killer and Cross looked at each other. They were all surprised by the affection that Mister showed earlier and even if Horror couldn’t have been happier they found it weird. It wasn’t like Mister to show love, not that it was a bad thing just rare….

“Well, I guess you’re right… Besides it’s not like we were in danger here” Finally said Cross while Killer shrugged as usual when they were making a decision.”Now come on we need to sleep. If Mister comes back and sees that we’re not asleep we could be in trouble.” 

And with that, they all curled into the huge bed, under the fluffy blanket before they said good night to each other. 

On his side Nightmare was in his office, making a list of the things that his gang could be needing. This was more complicated than he expected, he needed to throw all the weapons away but also lock some rooms and the dungeon. Clothes were a must but he should get some toys or things to get them busy. He didn’t really want wandering children everywhere in the mansion. Perhaps children's books could be nice too, they would be way quieter than other toys. Of course, they would need new furniture now, they were plenty of rooms in the mansion so he could give each of them a new room but it would be better if they were all in the same bedroom.

The guardian sighed when he sensed that the kids were finally asleep, look like he could go now. Hopping that no one would come to disturb him or fight him the king of negativity opened a black portal. He tried to lower his negative energy, perhaps his brother and his friends won’t notice him if he did that.

He chose a small universe and a copy so that stupid squid wouldn’t be too watchful about it. A Ink alone could be manageable alone but not the stars sanses. So here he was, in a copy of little tale, a pacific one. No one was left in the underground, they all reached the surface leaving a lot of stuff behind even in the stores, all he had to do was to take the items he needed. 

He had all night to bring everything to the mansion and set a new room for the gang, a piece of cake for him since he didn’t need as much sleep as the other. He started gathering furniture first after all they can’t keep using his bed, he’ll have to sleep eventually. He entered the first furniture shop he found in Hotland and opened a portal under two little bunk beds, a shelf, and two chests of drawers. He took the sheets for the beds and left the shop to go for another one. He had time but didn’t really like leaving them alone in his house. They didn’t need to be kids to cause trouble and break things. 

He took clothes without really looking and took a little of everything since he didn’t know their size. For the books and toys, it was longer. He needed to find something they could like if he wanted some calm and peace. Kids liked plushies right? He remembered that Dream loved when the villagers gave him stuffed animals. He took four, Killer and Cross seemed a little older for that but what did he know about kids? 

About twenty minutes later he had a bag full of clothes, toys, books, and other kinds of stuff like small light and drawing material. He even found a knife toy for Killer.

 “Alright with that they should be busy”, was he thinking when he was going home with all his new stuff. 

When he made his portal he couldn’t help feeling being watched. He didn’t sense anybody's emotions or energy but he didn’t like that. He looked one last time around him before going into the portal but there was nothing so he just left. The unpleasant feeling left as soon as Nightmare got home but the guardian was still on his guard. He was being careful in Little tale but maybe not enough if someone followed him when he was there. It was probably an out-code since all the people of Little tale were gone to the surface.

With a sigh, the king of negativity took all his new stuff to the new room of his gang where he already teleport the beds and other furniture with his portals. This out-code who spied on him couldn't come here so it would be okay for now, he’ll deal with that matter later. For now, he had other kin of things to do like setting up this new room and maybe sleeping a little if he could.

[felix-of-all-trades]

READ THIS REAL QUICK CUZ I NEED A SECOND OPINION!!!!

I'm trying to write a one-shot because I'm trying to get a feel for the characters, but I think I'm stuck or have writers block or SOMETHING. so I just need to post what I currently have so I can prove to myself that it's something that people would want to read.

It's in Neo Agent 3's perspective and I may or may not have inserted too much of myself into Neo but it's whatever, this is just practice writing. basically what happened was Neo and Octavio somehow got transported to ROTTMNT post movie by a few months(there are no spoilers for the movie here btw). and now they're trying to figure out how to get back but for now they're just having dinner. and a bit of angst. hope you enjoy! HERE WE GO!

“So… Do we tell them?”  I turned off the translator, and looked at Octavio with anticipation.  Me and Octavio were having a pretty normal dinner with our hosts, four mutant turtles, a mutant rat, and a human boy.  We were all brainstorming ways on how to get Octavio and I home safely. 

“About what, Neo? About how Inklings pushed Octos underground, About how I remixed my entire army’s brains?” Octavio was growing more and more annoyed at the conversation. Raph had offered more food, and when Me and Octavio declined, Mikey asked why not; After all, we hadn’t eaten very much already and there was enough for everyone to have thirds if we wanted. The reason why is… complicated? Heavy?

“... you might not want to explain, but I think I’m ready to talk about Kamabo co.”  I looked at Octavio with as much confidence I could muster, but I knew Octavio could see right through me. I was still very much afraid.

“You wanna tell ‘em all that? Why?” Octavio looked at me with what I can only describe as concern. Even Octavio has no idea what happened in The Deepsea Metro. Agent 8 gave a brief rundown of what happened, how the old telephone wanted to create a new world, but never any specifics. I’ve only ever told him bits and pieces, nothing that would give away the entire story.

“Because they’re helping us. Because despite us being basically aliens from another dimension, they have taken us in and are taking care of us.” “So you feel like you owe it to them?”

“... not really… I kinda feel like I owe it to you.”

“What? Why?”  I could sense Octavio was getting a bit confused.

“Because you’ve helped me so much, not just with the PTSD but with showing me everything good about the world. Yeah, I already had been living on the surface for a while before we met, but you gave me a sense of home. Like, no matter where I am, if you’re with me I feel safe.” I started to pet Chum, a nervous tic I developed soon after joining the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

“I… I see… but, you don’t have to tell me about the Kamabo co. stuff until you’re ready, you don’t owe it to me” Octavio put his hand on my shoulder, something he does whenever we’re having a heart to heart. 

“But I am ready. I’ll probably start to cry a little but I’m ready!” That’s a lie, I’m already starting to cry. Octavio narrowed his eyes in worry, 

“Alright, then go for it kid.” Octavio nodded. I looked up at him, and his face was comforting.

I turned the translator back on and looked back at the turtles. I coughed into my fist, trying to grab their attention because while Octavio and I were talking, Mikey and Leo went into their own conversation, with Raph and Donnie jumping in on certain topics. Splinter was still eating. With everyone now paying all (or most) attention to me, I got nervous. I've never been the greatest when there’s a lot of attention on me, but I tried holding steady. I took a deep breath as I allowed the memories to flood back.

“So… I won’t be speaking for Octavio, but the reason why I don’t eat a whole lot is because I’m used to it. I was raised, if you want to call it that, in an underground facility that wanted to take over and create a new world.” I looked at everyone for any sort of emotion, and when I looked at Octavio, he looked stern like he always does. Until I looked a little closer, then I saw the encouragement that was hiding under that grumpy face, hidden in his eyes. I don’t know how, but that filled me with more courage.

“The facility kept their employees in line by a type of brainwashing called sanitization. Everyone… “ I took a deep breath, I don’t know how I’m not breaking down yet. “Everyone in the facility got injected with sanitized ink which is supposed to do most of the brainwashing and keep the subject brainwashed. Then there was music that would continually play throughout the facility, and I’m not sure how but that also helped brainwash everyone.” Everyone had a little bit of discomfort on their face, with Splinter and Octavio showing the most, and Octavio had a little bit of anger and guilt hidden throughout his features. Was this bad? The tears were trying harder to spill from my eyes.

“We were all forced to be soldiers in these sorts of trials. The trials were for anyone who wanted to escape to the surface, and all were unsuccessful. Except for one, but this story isn’t about him. Throughout our whole lives we were forced to eat almost nothing and perform at 110%. There was no half-assing it when quite literally all of your muscles are in control of someone else. Another thing, when you’re sanitized, you're connected to a sort of hivemind. Everyone is sharing information all at once and somehow you’re still able to understand all of it.” I was holding themself now, somehow it made me feel better to hug myself. “I was constantly overwhelmed and unable to do anything about it.” The tears were falling now, I couldn't do anything about it so I looked down. Trying to look at anything that was easier to look at than faces.

“Some time after our leader was defeated, three people came to the underground with music. I don’t know how, but that song broke everyone free of the sanitization. All at once, everything was quiet, and I was able to see again. I was able to feel again. So then I escaped, and soon after that, I met Octavio. That’s… that’s the end of my story I think.” I looked up at everyone with a nervous smile.

“You really went through all of that?” Mikey was the first to speak up, and I nodded.

[shera-dnd]

Damn my first fic in... you know what I'm not gonna think about it. Stressing over that stuff is how I ended up not writing in the first place.

ANYWAYS who wants to see Ruby being the most awkward useless lesbian ever? Bonus points: It's Ruby Branwen from "The Raven's Nest" and it's her first time interacting with cute girls outside her tribe.

Here for anyone who loves Ruby x Weiss x Emerald, whatever their ship name is

Ruby made a mistake.

Not in saving her family.

Not even in abandoning the tribe to follow Yang.

But - somewhere along the line - she’d made a terrible mistake.

“So Yang has a sister?” asked a very pretty girl with green hair.

“Yup,” Weiss - the other pretty girl she helped save - answered.

“Are you sure?” asked a third girl with bright orange hair, “because she doesn’t look like Yang.”

And that’s how Ruby found herself caught between not one, not two, but three beautiful ladies who were all paying close attention to her..

Three girls who all happened to be friends with her older sister, an older sister that was not helping in the slightest! 

In fact, she was just watching and giggling as Ruby threatened to combust into a pile of ashes.

Oh, why didn’t Raven teach her how to deal with situations like these? 

It was all how to maintain weapons, how to set up and dismantle a camp, how to cut a man in half, never how to talk to cute girls .

And right now Ruby really needed to know that.

“Uh, it’s half sister actually,” she corrected, her voice barely more than a squeak.

“Oh, so same mom, but different dads?” the red haired girl questioned.

“Yes. Well… kinda?” Ruby tried, she really tried, “I mean one of my moms is also Yang’s mom, but Yang also has a dad. Technically I was gonna have a dad too, but then mine and Yang’s mutual mom broke up from the polycule, and she didn’t realize she was pregnant, and… uh it’s complicated.”

They all just stared at her for a while, and Ruby worried she had said something wrong. Then the green haired girl broke the silence.

“And here I thought your family was complicated,” she joked, nudging Weiss with her elbow.

“Emerald!” Weiss shouted back, slapping Emerald’s arm.

“What?” Emerald playfully asked, “it’s not like anyone on this team has healthy family relationships. She’s gonna fit right in.”

“There’s Jaune,” the red haired girl offered, “his family sounds pretty nice.”

“And that’s why he’s such a bad huntsman, Nora,” Emerald argued, “everyone knows all the good huntsmen have trauma.”

Ruby couldn’t help but giggle. 

The dark humor reminded her of the nights telling stories around the bonfire. Being a bandit didn’t make for all that many happy stories, but they had all learned to make the most of the sad ones too.

Emerald smiled, “see? The new girl gets me.”

And just like that she was the focus of the conversation again. All eyes were on her and she wondered if it would be too rude to petal burst far far away from this room.

“Aww look at her,” Nora cooed, “she’s all blushy. Isn’t she cute?”

Yup. 

This was a mistake.

“Nora!” Weiss shouted, “don’t embarrass her!”

“Come on, it’s just a little teasing,” Nora giggled, “let me have fun.”

“Can’t you go have fun with Ren and Jaune or something?” Emerald argued, “I think I saw Ren starting to make dinner.”

That managed to get Nora’s attention away from poor Ruby, sending her off to the kitchen to harass her… boyfriend? Partner? 

Ruby wasn’t sure. 

Regardless, she was safe now.

She let out a tired sigh and turned back to face her savior, “thanks for that.”

“Hey, you saved my girlfriend’s life,” Emerald replied with a smile and a wink, “the least I can do is save you from Nora.”

“W-Wait, you two are dating?” Ruby stammered.

Oh no. 

Oh no, this got even more awkward for her.

“What can I say?” Emerald joked, hooking an arm around Weiss’s waist and pulling her close, “I couldn’t help but steal the Schnee family’s most prized possession.”

“You are horrible,” Weiss complained, though she leaned close to her anyways, “besides, I’m no longer the heiress, remember?”

“Hmm,” Emerald hummed, seeming to ponder for a moment, “how old was your brother again?”

“Em, no!” there came another shout from Weiss, before she elbowed Emerald in the stomach.

“Hey, I was joking,” Emerald strained, “you know you’re the most precious thing to me, title or no title.”

“Of course,” Weiss answered, unconvinced.

“I mean it,” Emerald insisted, and to prove her point she planted a kiss on Weiss’s cheek, then another, and another, and a few more just to make sure.

Ruby, who had been silently watching this entire time, just slowly turned her gaze away. Her cheeks burned at the sight, and at the thought of what it would feel like to be in the middle of all those kisses.

“You’re embarrassing her again,” Weiss complained.

Ruby made a little squeak as the attention was brought back to her once more.

“Maybe it’s all part of my plan to steal her too,” Emerald joked, or at least Ruby thought she was joking. 

Not like she’d mind if she was speaking the truth or anything.

“Is that so?” Weiss answered, scratching her chin and thinking for a moment, “I guess she did save my life and Yang’s too, so the least we can do is thank her properly.”

Oh that was it. 

Ruby was not gonna survive Yang’s teammates.

“Alright, alright, spare the girl,” Yang intervened, moving in between the couple and Ruby. 

Thank goodness for sisterly instincts.

“We were just having fun,” Emerald argued.

“Didn’t you tell me I need to loosen up a little?” Weiss added, happy to add to her girlfriend’s mischief.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, but I think we need to set some ground rules here,” Yang insisted, “rule number one, no inducting my little sister into a polycule!”

“What? Why not!?”

And so the three of them turned to face her. Emerald in absolute delight, Weiss in subdued embarrassment, and Yang and utter and total disbelief.

Oh gods. 

She said that out loud. 

Ruby actually said that out loud.

Before anyone could say another word she was gone, swallowed by a cloud of petals, and flung far far away from there.

Ruby had truly made a terrible mistake.

[white--moon]

“Shuffled you off into a cell?” He huffs. “What makes you think I didn’t get the chance?” That smirk is distracting and attractive and he’s kind of mad about it. He shakes his head. “I was more interested in dealing with you myself. Which was clearly a smart choice.” Considering the conversation. Though it’d be a lie if he said it wasn’t because he can be a vengeful asshole.

He blinks though and slides a glance toward Shiro. Then squints. “And everything about me just happens to be what you like?” No way. But he sits back and he thinks about that last remark seriously, but he’s not any closer to figuring out his varied interests than Shiro. Things with Inoue were complicated and there was a lot of guilt in that relationship. “Yeah.” There’s not much to argue with.

He shakes his head. He ate. He drank. What else is there? “Not really. And if you tell me you’re ordering another meal I’m going to lose my mind.”

He waves a dismissive motion. "You already told me you were approached. I assume you were too worried I'd out your secret, plus you're weirdly honorable sometimes." Nevermind that he still wholeheartedly believes Ichigo could have framed him or at least told the court and police that Shiro forced him to murder that man. They may not have been able to get enough evidence to pin it on him, but they probably would have believed it. He huffs a laugh, "I like that choice a lot, good decision."

That look he gets is so skeptical. He does his best parody of an innocent expression. "Yeah, why not? I mean, you bein' hot aside. I even kinda liked that you kept trying to kill me. Probably makes me sound like a psycho, but it's nice that you aren't intimidated. You're pretty blunt, which I appreciate. I don't have to try to read between the invisible lines to figure out what the hell you're sayin' to me." He shrugs. "I dunno, you're just my type. If you think it's that unbelievable, go talk to Renji and Rukia. They wouldn't'a been takin' bets if you weren't."

Well. It hadn't been an entire third meal he'd been considering but he quickly pushes thoughts of dessert and more alcohol out of his mind. He turns back to the waiter with a guilty smirk. "Just one bill, then."

[italoniponic]

Hello hellooo! Could i maybe request the octavinelle trio with a crush who is scared of them because of the rumors? (This is after the octavinelle chapter) can be scenario or headcanons :))

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hello, anon! I was going to make the Reader be a separate character from Yuu but then I realized that this would be so more complicated to make so let’s follow the general premise that Reader/Yuu was in ch3 but still kinda fears the octatrio and is apprehensive of them. I choose headcanons to be more faster to make since there's three of them. Thanks for the request! | 

Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x g!n reader that is scared of them / headcanons / complicated acquaintances to crush / post-ch3 and pre-ch4

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Poor Traumatized Soul

Perhaps of all the people you've encountered in the NRC so far, the one that made you have the most reason to fear for your safety was Azul Ashengrotto, Octavinelle's dorm leader and the third overblot you've followed closely. You did your best to calm things down and even comfort him a little, but you couldn’t go against your heart’s will: better stay away from him;

However, in what your instincts so stealthily induced you to keep your distance, Azul felt otherwise. He was fully aware that he had gone too far in pressuring you to carry out his plan, forcing your friends to work at the Mostro Lounge and even taking your dorm as collateral before anything else;

But he would never forget the words you said on the Atlantic Museum: about how you recognized that he was intelligent and capable indeed, without ever having to steal anyone's skills to support himself. For Azul, you had recognized him as an individual of value and that was very important to him at the time;

But every time Azul would approach you to thank you, you would disappear as quickly as possible from there with your friends following you behind. Azul was forced to acknowledge that even though you had a kind heart, his first impression was... well, unfortunate. He tried not to worry about how scared you were of him because it would make him run away too and he was convinced to win your trust;

In order to improve himself, he would not run away from this struggle. No matter how many seas he would have to cross for you, he would do it. Thinking about these things made Azul realize that maybe he was wanting more than to be your friend. Even if it made things more difficult, he would not give up so easily. He would be satisfied with whatever you wanted to give him;

Azuls then gets more information about you, taking turns using the old and suspicious means of getting information and going directly asking you about what you like. But you just told him simple and vague things, not wanting him to set up something to get you into debt and get your dorm again;

Azul never thought he'd say that, but even Jamil is more open with him. And for him to admit it, the situation is really in such a state of pity. But Azul tries to do things calmly and safely, ensuring that you have means to escape if you want but still receiving his help and witnessing his genuine actions;

He lends you valuable notes on your year subjects and, as much as bad habits die hard, Azul swears you don't have to pay him back. Not that your friendship — or even love? — wouldn’t be an adequate payment, but that part he keeps to himself;

You can visit Mostro Lounge whenever you want, with all possible discounts. If the subject’s notes aren’t enough, Azul can always make time on his schedule to help you with your studies. He even forms a special contract to guarantee you legal ownership of the Ramshackle. But you still regard him as a great kraken about to drown you with kindness;

Not that Azul’s actions aren't starting to warm your heart a bit. But you don't want to attract his anger or revenge of any kind. After all, not only did you see him almost take Octavinelle down, you saw a picture of him when he was little. Maybe he was trying to bribe you so you won’t comment with anyone? Ah! Why do you always get involved with such strange people?;

Time passes and now, escaping the clutches of Jamil and the strange students of Scarabia, you need to ask Azul for help to know what is going on in that dorm. You were trembling before the crystal lenses of his glasses, fearing what he may ask for in return for all this. But with a kind and genuine smile, Azul agrees to help you. Oh, poor unfortunate heart! Azul would never deny you anything.

Almost everyone in the NRC believed the most dangerous Leech twin was Floyd, but you — and half a dozen people too — disagreed. Jade was of a very particular specimen, the chill he caused on your spine every time he spoke was indescribable. His velvet voice softened your ears but his sharp teeth made your insides twitch;

When the twins followed you and your friends into the Coral Sea in their eel forms, what was just worry turned into a very plausible fear of them. You could still feel Jade's tail scraping past your legs, as if it was going to curl up around you and drown you, but it was only to tease and torment your friends to cause panic in their hearts;

Something Jade ended up regretting a little — just a little bit — after the situation calmed down. You managed to help the tweels control Azul’s overblot and, despite everything ending reasonably well, you didn’t allow yourself to get even a meter close to any of them. Jade, especially;

Maybe he bullied you too much? Oh, how cruel! Just when Jade was starting to get interested in you. Even in fear of the rumors about the dorm and the true ability of the tweels, you got involved in that dangerous situation and still had the strength to comfort Azul in the end. You were something else, without a doubt;

Someone who also had a splendid escape ability, Jade admitted. He liked to follow you around, watching as you walked faster and faster and made more interesting excuses everyday so you didn't have to talk to him. You really have a powerful survival instinct;

Jade wondered if you would know how to explain things on earth in a unique way, after all you were not from there. Was the earthly world of your dimension so different? He'd like to know. Because of your refusal to interact with him, Jade began setting up situations for you two;

Sometimes your school supplies disappear and magically appear in Jade's hands for him to return you and talk to a little. He also began to gift you with terrariums to decorate the Ramshackle and also, if possible, try dishes with mushrooms because no one else cares about them in Octavinelle. No, you won't escape his gills anytime soon!;

You were startled to discover that Jade was using Ramshackle’s garden to grow plants, under the same excuse of “giving life” to that poor, decrepit dorm. But you were more worried about him planning to poison you. Unfortunately, rumors about Jade’s infamous mushrooms — albeit coming from his own friends — have also reached your ears;

Eventually, Jade worries about how scared you are towards him. It's getting boring to run after you and plan ways for you to interact in some way. Is your opinion of him getting worse? And Azul would be disappointed if this culminated in one less customer for Mostro Lounge;

There came a time when Jade wanted to launch yet another attempt at kindness and he made a formal invitation for you to visit Octavinelle during the winter break in case the Ramshackle gets too lonely for you. Your gaze shone for a moment with his friendly manner but you cringed in fear anyway;

To Jade's surprise, a day later you showed up desperate at the dorm to ask for his help about what was going on in Scarabia. There's always a bigger fish to worry about. You came to take his hand, assuring him of your confidence in the strength of his arms and mind. Your faith is very admirable, poor human.

When Floyd first called you “shrimpy”, you should have imagined that your peaceful days were over before your friends were even caught in Azul’s contract or your dorm was requisitioned as collateral almost by force. Damn, when Riddle made you retreat once you all found the Leech twins the first time, you should have known what awaited you;

And having seen first-hand Azul’s overblot and all the chaos in Octavinelle, you were fully convinced that those people were crazy. And despite not being the leader, Floyd was the biggest danger of that Triton’s forsaken dorm;

But just as much as you were wanting to avoid Floyd because of everything you saw — and heard too — that he was able to do, Floyd himself was super interested in getting to know you better. In a sea of human students, you were special in a very particular way;

Maybe it was the fact that you didn't have any magic skills but you had a magnet for trouble. Maybe because even though terrified of the strange world around you, you tried to do what was right. A prey with lapses of courage, Floyd entertained himself with this idea. And seeing you run from him seemed only instigated him to get closer;

It is said that the strong ones like to play with food sometimes, watching their target trying in vain to escape from their catch. For Floyd, it was chasing you between breaks as if you were playing catch-up, but it was really a chase. That always made his day;

Sometimes, the catch-up would turn into a “hide-and-seek” and without any warning, Floyd would appear through the corridors. So, like a scared little shrimp, you would sneak anywhere else and almost run over other students in the process — Floyd's laughter echoing through the hall like a horror movie score;

The problem came when the chases ended up getting monotonous and predictable which Floyd didn’t like at all and he almost gave up trying to talk to you again. This made his mood sour in an unbearable way. All you did was just run from him, what fun was that?;

But on one of the walks to get rid of his boredom, Floyd saw you and your friends in the yard laughing and having fun and it made him stop for a moment to think about why he was so curious about you in the first place. It would be so easy to say that he just wanted to kill time and that having friends is no big deal, but it's so much more complicated than that;

Anyway — and it’s with renewed energy that he resumes to his previous activities — Floyd decided to be friendlier this time. Or what he understands as friendly. Things like: when you're tired, Floyd takes you in his arms and carries you wherever you want, with or without your protests. Sometimes he offers the cookies he made in the lab to you. It’s far from edible, but it’s a good paperweight;

One of those things was Floyd inviting you to spend the holiday in Octavinelle in case your own dorm is too boring. Although his big teeth smile always gives you goosebumps, his laughter is friendly and even funny. But you promise yourself not to follow him, even with the invitation;

Arriving in Octavinelle while being pursued by Scarabia's bewitched students wasn’t in your vacation plans. And bumping into Floyd in the middle of that whole thing even less so. But you knew that if there was anyone who could help you through that crisis it was the octatrio, Floyd being their special bombshell. Friendly but scary. But given the situation, keep friends close, enemies closer, and Floyd even closer.

[moonlightsolo]

eddie the bloody handed III

summary: unfortunately, being stuck in the upside has some side effects. you'll try your best to fight the terrors, but will you be strong enough?

pairing: vampire!eddie x female reader

warnings: very graphic depictions of death, gore & blood, angst, kinda sad not gonna lie, major spoilers for vol. 2, main character getting hurt!!

note: sorry for this being so delayed. i’ve been so busy with my new job!! ily all so much. i hope you enjoy (this v long) ending!!! i'm also so sorry if i didn't tag you i have sooo many people asking and its hard to keep track.

the search for eddie munson continues in the hawkins that you were once apart of. the town that mirrors the world you’re in, but still the one you cannot return to.

being stuck in the upside down with eddie isn’t the worst thing to happen, other than the constant darkness and thunder.

having him with you has its perks- most importantly, you get to roam the upside down with him freely, without having to worry about the police, or even the military chasing after him.

but of course, that’s not without some complications. the issue being, reoccurring visions happening only to you.

ever since turning into this creature-like form, you’re been bound to eternal consciousness, so dreaming comes in different forms now.

it’s almost like a meditative state where a scene plays behind your eyes after relaxing, whether you’re standing up, or sitting down. these types of ‘dreams’ are the most peaceful. the other commonly occurring ones suddenly transport you into another realm.

one that’s filled with gruesome images of your family and friends perishing in the fires spreading across hawkins. other times, it replays the entire scene of you mourning over eddie’s dead body, but in a third person perspective.

whenever your mind decides to bring you back, every ounce of energy is drained from you. you’re supposed to be superhuman, but it seems as if you’ve found your own weakness.

or maybe, your weakness has finally caught up to you.

whenever you go into this trance, eddie sits by your side the whole time. he doesn’t bother you, or try to wake you up anymore. it’s been happening so frequently, he knows what does and doesn’t work by now.

every time is happens though, he’s just as worried as the one before. the way the white of your eyes flicker in your head reminds him of chrissy floating in his living room. thankfully, you never float, but you do twitch quite a lot.

you suck in a sharp breath, eyes blowing open as your body falls backward towards the ground.

“shit, baby. i got you.” eddie’s hand cradles your head before you could make contact with the dirt.

“oh my god. oh my god.” your hoarse voice mutters out as you blindly reach for your boyfriend. your hand grips his bicep, making him lean forward to pull your limp body into his lap.

“jesus, that was a long one. are you alright?” he breathes out as his hand gently caresses your head, smoothing your hair back.

“no, no. i saw- i saw you and- me… we were- we were dead, eddie…” you finally open your eyes to look up at him, tears already threatening to spill past your waterline. everything rushes back to you. eddie and you were simply taking a stroll together, then everything goes black.

“dead?” he questions, eyebrows furrowing, “as us? before we turned or how we are now?”

“how we are… now.” you breathe out, your hand reaches up to cup his face and make sure he’s real and not a vision.

“i’m here, baby. i’m right here.” he sighs, his eyes are full of worry as he stares down at you.

“i think we need to tell dustin.” he suggests with a cautious voice, making you shake your head vigorously.

“no way. no. i can’t have him open his mouth and tell everyone about my.. my problems.” you shudder in his arms, making him pull you even closer into his chest.

the thunder above your head cracks, the familiar flash of red lightning darts across the sky.

“i’ll make sure he doesn’t tell anyone, but we need his help. you need his help.”

silently, you begin weeping into his chest as you come to terms with telling dustin. having these involuntary visions take over you is physically and mentally draining. you can’t keep doing this forever.

“okay, fine.” your voice shakes with fear as you keep your face pressed into eddie’s metallica band tee. it slightly smells of clean laundry from when mike and nancy brought down some clothes for you both.

“whenever he comes by to drop us off food next, we’ll tell him.” you breathe out, nails slightly digging into the muscles of his back as if you’ll be pulled away from him.

“okay, my love. anything you want. i just want you to be better. i can’t stand seeing you like this.” he coos out softly to you, pressing a cool kiss to your forehead.

the two of you sit like that for a few more minutes, basking in the glory of having each other’s arms tangled between your bodies. eddie slightly adjusts you so his arms are securely wrapped around your waist.

using all his strength, he easily lifts you up with him and launches you both into the sky. his wings flap loudly behind him, bringing you both right below the crackling clouds.

on the ride back to the house, your eyes slowly drift shut. you’re left unable to fall asleep, hoping it be different from every other time you’ve attempted to drift off. instead, you let your body go fully limp in his arms. your jaw unclenches from its gritted-state, and your tense shoulders drop away from your ears. you pay attention to the sound of wind whooshing past your face, how the cold air bites at your skin.

in the back of eddie’s mind, he has a gut wrenching feeling that vecna is still alive and is weakening your mind to get inside of it.

he begs to whatever god is up there that this feeling isn’t true, that you’re not being brainwashed by the king of the upside down.

eddie spots your shared home, descending down to the front door step. he swoops you into his arms, bridal-style and carry’s you into the living room to lay you down on the couch.

your hooded red eyes flutter open to look up at him, giving him a soft smile. “thank you for taking care of me, eds.” you whisper.

your words make a grin curl up on his face, “of course. anything for you, my princess.” his hand slightly pushes your hair out of your face, before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“i’m gonna go find a gate for dustin to come through, then i’ll be back, okay? just stay here and rest.” he pats your cheek with his fingers, grinning down at you cheekily.

“hurry back.” you mumble, slightly pouting at the fact you can’t go with him.

“i will. don’t you worry.” he leans down once more to kiss your lips, before pulling away and walking out the front door.

you watch through the front window as he takes off into the sky, disappearing past the frame and out of sight.

with a loud sigh, you turn onto your side to face the back of the couch. your fingers trace the fabric, going over each neatly stitched line with your nail.

something in your chest tugs painfully, making you gasp for air. your eyes close briefly, just for a moment, before they reopen to be met with a entire new environment around you.

everything is crimson. the sky, the dampened floor beneath your feet, and even the fog that seeps out of the depths of the unearthly dimension.

your eyes dart around to examine your new surroundings, noticing floating fixtures in the sky. mostly pieces of splintered wood, grandfather clocks wrapped in slimy tentacles, and pieces of colored glass.

large inky stalagmites stand high from the ground, surrounding the area in a formation that grows more dense as you walk forward. a substance seems to have created a film over the entire area, creating a sticky sound as your feet pick up pace.

“eddie?!” you scream out, voice echoing. terror runs through your veins once you stop walking, but the sound of footsteps continue.

your head whips around, spinning your body at all angles to find out where it’s coming from. “who’s that?.. who’s here?” you scream out, tears threatening to spill from your waterline.

you attempt to fly upwards to escape, but your wings refuse to extend from behind you. your head peeks past your shoulders to look at them, eyes widening in horror at the sight. the skin is ripped between each quadrant of your wings, making you unable to take flight.

“why did you do this to me?!” you screech out, fists clenched by your sides. you bend down so your chest is against your knees, but you don’t dare to sit down fully on the wet ground. your hands go over your ears, eyes closing as you let out a sob.

“do not cry, my dear child.” a deep menacing voice booms from every direction, making your eyes slowly open to look around.

“what…?” you breathe out in shock, blinking out tears.

“there is no reason to be afraid. you’re safe here.”

“who are you?” you whimper out, bottom lip quivering.

“who am i?” the voice almost laughs as if you should know, “i am you. we are one. you’re mine, my weapon.”

“your weapon?” you question out loud to the booming voice.

“that will become known to you later.”

you go to speak again, but the ominous voice cuts you off once more.

“don’t ask questions, child. just know you will be used for a greater purpose.”

and just like that, you’re sucked back into reality. you gasp for breath that you’ve lost, feeling as if you’re suffocating, which is impossible.

your eyes dart around the living room, seeing that you’re still alone on the couch, and eddie hasn’t returned yet.

is the voice you heard, vecna? the only person who would know what he sounds like are either dead, or not in the same dimension as you.

your legs kick off the couch to stand, taking a few powerful steps before your legs give out completely underneath you.

your body topples downwards, slamming against the grimy wood floor. you grunt as you rise to your hands and knees, lifting your head up to look at the front door. it seems so close, yet so far away.

slowly, you crawl forward. you can feel your bones straining under the pressure of your muscles, crackling with every movement.

just as you’re about to stand up, the door flies open. eddie is standing behind it with dustin, both of their eyes fall down to stare at you on the floor.

half of the boys face is covered by a bandana, but you can it’s him by the curly hair.

it takes eddie a moment to realize what is going on, before his brain clicks and he rushes towards you, “oh baby. why did you get up? you need to rest.” his arms lift you up by your armpits, helping you stand to your feet carefully.

“is she okay?” dustin’s voice sounds from behind eddie’s back, a little hesitant to walk inside.

munson grunts as he wobbles with you back over to the couch, sitting you down on it. you slightly wince in pain as you lean back against the plush fabric, letting your head fall back against it.

“no, she’s not. she-.” eddie is cut off by dustin walking toward you, “what’s that?” he asks, his eyes squinting as he points to your neck.

eddie bends down slightly to get a better look, “huh. i don’t know. i don’t have that.”

“what is it?” you refuse to move, completely freezing every movement coming from your body.

“your skin… right under your shirt.” eddie’s cool fingers hook around the neckline of your top, tugging it down over your collarbone.

dustin hisses at the sight, “goddamn."

black has infiltrated your icy white veins, turning them a gray color under your skin. it slowly creeps beneath your shirt, directly towards your heart. the black branches throughout your vessels, barely noticeable under the thin fabric of your top, other than a gray hue that creeps past your collar.

“what the hell is it?!” you demand them to tell you with blown worry-filled eyes.

“baby… your veins. they’re turning… black?” eddie’s eyes travel up your extended neck to watch your reaction.

your face screws up in confusion, hand slowly raising to touch the spot eddie was looking at it. “it feels normal, it doesn’t hurt?”

“i don’t know what it is.” eddie shoots a worried glance at dustin, who shares the same look.

“will… he had- uh, something like that when the mindflayer possessed him.”

your head flies up to direct your eyesight at dustin instead of the ceiling, “are you saying i’m possessed?”

“no, no. it just, looks similar.” dustin tries to play it off.

“don’t sugarcoat it, henderson. tell me.” your voice is bitter, blood-red eyes staring daggers into his.

“well, i’d say… it looks the exact same as his, but i mean, i don’t know! it could be some vampire cold or something…?” he chuckles awkwardly, standing up straight to back away from you slightly.

“vampire cold, really?” you scoff, “that doesn’t explain the-the visions. the horrible, terrible, realistic hallucinations i’ve been having.”

dustin worriedly glances at eddie once more before looking back at you, “visions? hallucinations?”

“yes, dustin. didn’t you just hear me?“ you bite back frustratingly.

“i heard you. loud and clear.” he mumbles with a sassy roll of his eyes, “max told us… before everything happened. that she was having visions. before, ya know, vecna almost got her for the first time.”

as dustin explains what max’s symptoms were, a deafening ring starts in your ears. whether it’s because of pure shock, or the mention of your death possibly being much closer than you’ve imagined.

the high-pitched sound drowns out every sound as you blink, and attempt to swallow. your throat is terribly dry, so you let out a hoarse cough. your eyes blink slowly as you stand to your feet, pushing past eddie and dustin.

you can barely hear them protesting to what you’re doing. eddie’s hand grabs at yours but you swiftly pull it away.

you take a deep breath, getting a whiff of fresh metallic blood pumping through dustin’s veins. your head snaps toward him, but you’re suddenly distracted by the plastic bag in his hands.

the ringing in your ears instantly halts, “the food?”

dustin looks at eddie, a bit of a fearful look in his eye. eddie gestures with his head, “hand it over before you become dinner.” a little mischievous smirk pulls up on his mouth, making dustin shudder.

the boys arm darts out from his side nervously, giving you the bag with a trembling hand. you shoot him a grateful smile as you take it, opening the bag to be met with the most scrumptious smell ever.

your hand reaches inside to grip a jiggly bag full of fluid. your fingers grip the pouch to pull it out, mouth salivating at the sight of the blood. “where did you get this?” you hiss out softly, licking your lips.

“el… she uh- took it from the hospital when we visited max...” dustin voice quivers, eyes watching you carefully.

you bring the bag to your lips, letting your fangs puncture the plastic surface. the warm liquid floods your mouth, causing you to let out a soft groan as you savor the delectable taste.

eddie can’t help but stare at you in awe, before looking down at dustin who is intensely watching you. “alright, buddy. let’s get you back home.” eddie pats his back and leads him to the front door.

as you suck the blood bag dry, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of guilt. something you’ve never felt as you feasted on blood.

your chest constricts with anxiety, dread settling deep in your belly. your throat closes up, making you choke on the blood you’re swallowing. you sputter on the liquid, causing it to spray out of your mouth and splatter over your face.

“fuck-“ you cough and squeeze your eyes shut even tighter as your throat burns. your hands grip your throat as you struggle with the pain searing the inside of your throat.

your eyes fly open, looking straight into the milky eyes of a monster. instinctively, you attempt to get yourself as far away from it as possible, but seems that you can’t move.

the pain radiates from your neck and travels up to your eyes, feeling as if they will pop out of your skull at any given moment.

“hm, strange girl. look at you.” his familiar gravelly voice slithers past his lips.

vecna’s long, branch-like fingers are wrapped around your neck, hovering you above the floor. he turns you from side to side to examine you, the look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine.

“you’re weak. you should not be telling them about the gifts i have given you. i’ve been trying to strengthen you!” he shouts the last sentence, his grip tightening on your neck. you can feel your skin crackling under the pressure.

“please.” your voice whispers, blinking out tears that are flooding your waterline.

“do not beg. i have given you everything! things i did not know were possible. things i did not know even i were capable of!” his voice booms in your face, causing you to wince.

“the man with you should not have lived, but my winged creatures gave him another chance. he is taking it for granted.”

the sound of eddie being mentioned made your eyes widen even more if it was possible, “no, don’t hurt him. i’ll do anything! just don’t hurt him…” your voice croaks out, more tears spill down your cheeks.

“anything for this boy?” he chuckles, a menacing smile pulls up on his skinned cheeks.

“anything.” your strained voice squeaks out, feeling as if your esophagus is collapsing at this very moment.

the grip around your throat is loosened, his hand drops down to his side. once your feet touch the ground, you stumble backwards into the wall behind you. your hands grasp at your throat, carefully touching the sore skin there to make sure your head is still attached to your shoulders.

before you could fully recover, your body is slammed against the wall by an unseen force holding you in place. you whimper as you struggle, attempting to fight against the power.

“let go.” his voice rumbles inside of your head, making your eyes blow in shock. the pressure inside your skull grows heavier, making you cry out from the pain. he continues his assault on your brain, using every ounce of his powers to infiltrate it.

the monster lets out a soft grunt, just before everything goes black. it feels as if you’re swimming in your own mind, floating in the bliss of your thoughts and memories. the pure vast nothingness is almost calming, and cathartic.

consciousness hits you like a freight train, sucking back into reality with a frenzy of screams falling from your lips. your limbs kick and hit anything that’s around you, attempting to protect your physical form by any means.

“baby, baby, baby!” eddie’s voice calls out, his hands wrap around your wrists to pin them down. your eyes fly open, pupils shrinking to slits. you involuntarily lunge at his face with a hiss, baring your sharp fangs angrily.

“woah, woah. it’s okay.” his voice is soft and comforting, his legs are on either side of your hips to hold you in place.

your brain scrambles to think of why you’re so angry with him and why you feel this deep burning of fury in your chest. nothing pops up, nothing.

“eddie.” your voice whispers out desperately for him, “i’m so sorry. i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” you sniffle, and whimper under your breath. you squeeze your eyes shut, turning your head to the side.

one of his hands let go of your wrist to turn your face towards him, “nothings wrong with you. it’s okay.” his voice is reassuring, but it doesn’t sound like he believes his own words.

eddie looks over your neck, seeing the black has spread throughout your empty veins. it’s making its way up to your face, branching across your jawbone. he completely pulls back from you, eyes going wide as he watches your face contort as if you’re holding yourself back from doing something.

a deep evil cackles falls from your lips, one that doesn’t sound like you. “babe…” he trails off, standing up to his feet and taking a few steps back.

“don’t run away from us.” your voice is raspy, as a sickening smile curls on your lips.

the sentence sends a shiver down his spine, making him gulp and freeze in his spot. “us?” he questions.

you sit straight up, bottom lip toying with the point of your fangs as you grin.

eddie watches as your face grimaces as if you’re in pain, before the stomach-turning cheshire cat grin forms on your face again. you’re in there somewhere.

“baby. be strong. don’t let it take over.” he attempts to call out to you, making your face screw up in pain once again.

the smile flickers off your face, and you hide yourself behind the palms of your hands, “it hurts. i can’t.” your weak voice mutters out, your shoulders shake as you weep. you need to get away from eddie before you do something you’ll regret.

swiftly, you rise to your feet and extend your wings to blow air directly at him. the force of it causes eddie to stumble back into the couch, falling over the side. you drop to your feet, watching him scramble for a moment before sprinting out the front door and into the sky.

eddie curses under his breath as his hair covers his eyes, trying his hardest to get back on his feet. he hears the door slam open, and the whooshing of your wings flying away. he rolls over onto the floor and springs up before running outside to look for you in the air. he screams out your name before taking off after you.

his eyes roam every corner of the demented hawkins, searching for you with dread in his chest. you haven’t left his side since you came down here to look for him when you were human. he can’t lose you again, he can’t.

an idea pops into his head, making him do a u-turn in the sky and fly back to the house. he bursts into your bedroom through the window, and lands in front of your desk. his hands scavenge for loose paper and a pen, making a mess of the already destroyed bedroom.

he finally finds both, letting out a little ‘aha!’ before scribbling down a note:

‘I need all of you. Now. Hurry the fuck up. -E.M.’

eddie folds the paper and slips it into his jean pocket, before, quite literally, flying down the steps and out the door. he bursts into the sky like a rocket ship, kicking up inter-dimensional dirt around him.

he flies to the exact spot where he knows there’s a gate that leads to the normal world. he hops in place, shaking out his hands nervously as he stares down into the hole of the slithering gate.

he thinks of you; of how you’re suffering, and how this moment will only cause him a momentary amount of pain, “fuck it.” he grips the paper in his pocket, before reaching his hand down into the gate.

searing pain instantly burns at his skin, making it bubble at the surface. he seethes through his teeth, turning his head away until he can feel fresh air on the other side. he flicks the paper into the gate before pulling his hand back out.

“mother fucking shit fuck!” he shouts and stomps his foot before looking down at his hand that’s obviously toasted.

eddie plops down on the ground, covering his wound with his shirt with another hiss. he drops his head to his knees and whines softly in pain, taking slow deep breaths to try and calm himself.

eddie waits for hours on end, rolling around in pain, and attempting to sleep but to no avail. a suctioning sound next to his head puffs out a piece of paper, sending the lightweight object fluttering downward to him. he watches as it casually soars through the air.

once it’s arms length away, he snatches it and opens it up to read the inside:

‘We’re coming. Get ready.’ reads someone’s scribbled handwriting below his note.

before he could even react, a large bag full of who knows what flies out of the gate and lands directly on his chest. “what… the… fuck!” he puffs out before shoving the heavy duffel bag off his chest and standing to his feet.

he glances at his hand for a moment, noticing that it’s already starting to heal. his attention is quickly taken away from himself as two hands reach through the portal to grip the sides and pull themselves through. he can tell just by the floppy hair, it’s steve harrington.

once the voluminous-haired man stands up tall and brushes off his knees, he turns to eddie. he slightly jumps at his presence before putting his hands on his hips to try and play it cool, “oh! hey man, didn’t expect to see you here.” he chuckles nervously.

he keeps his eyes on eddie before he bends down over the gate to grip the other hand extending through. he pulls through dustin, who is followed by eleven, robin, and will. next to come through is jonathan, and nancy.

“no sinclair?” eddie questions, making dustin’s head perk up.

“nah, he’s with max.” henderson mumbles quietly as he unzips the infamous bag to take out all the weapons they must’ve packed.

nancy grabs her shotgun, jonathan is handed a revolver, and steve is handed a bat with nails and screws sticking out of it, who then passes it on to dustin.

harrington grabs an axe from the inside, swinging it around before putting the sharp side over his shoulder. “everyone ready to beat an aliens ass?”

“he’s not an alien.” eleven states with no emotion in her voice, before walking away from the group, “follow me.”

steve’s eyes dart between everyone before shrugging and ultimately listens to her. the rest of the group follows her into the forest, leaving robin and eddie near the gate. “alright, i guess we should go.” eddie clears his throat and begins walking with her.

robin trails behind the group to walk with him, “so…. this whole vampire-bat-immortal thing? is it cool?”

“is it cool?” he chuckles, shaking his head, “it’s cooler when everyone around you isn’t human.” he says playfully with a grin.

“isn’t human? are you insinuating you want to eat all of us?” she says with a surprised tone to her voice.

“pretty much, yeah…” he laughs breathily, throwing his head back as he does so.

robin can’t help but cackle along with him, hitting his shoulder with her fist playfully.

nancy turns around to shush them with her index finger pressed tight to her lips.

“jeez, why’s she so uptight?” eddie grumbles and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

the group finally stumbles upon a clearing, stopping in their tracks as they look over the eeriness of the creel house. the red flashes in the sky, showing the silhouette of the mindflayer looming above.

it’s pointed head is thankful to faced away from them, but it’s standing guard of the house. “what the fuck.” eddie breathes out softly over the kids shoulders, making nancy turn around and stare him down like a disapproving mom.

“m’sorry.” he puts his hands up in surrender, before returning his attention back to the monster in the sky.

“heat. heat will hurt it.” will blurts out, his eyes don’t dare to leave it or even blink. eddie glances to the boy, who seems extremely frightened.

steve pulls something out of his backpack, and grabs a lighter that’s in his side pocket. “who’s ready to make a wildfire?”

“a wildfire? are you serious? you realize that we still have to go through the forest after we get her back?” dustin’s eyes are wide as he lectures steve.

“there’s a gate inside the house.” eleven interrupts the bickering, her features obviously screwed up in annoyance.

“so you guys didn’t conjure up a miraculous plan before you decided to come down here?” eddie laughs in disbelief, shaking his head.

everyone turns to him, before their eyes dart around to each other. “uh… no. i guess not.” steve gulps slightly then looks down at his shuffling feet.

“fuck it.” eddie grumbles, grabbing the liquor bottle from steve’s hands and snatching the lighter from the other, “on my cue. you run into the house.” eddie flashes a grin at steve and winks.

“wait!“ somebody calls out, but eddie has already launched himself into the air. he shields the lighter from the wind with one hand as he lights the fabric hanging out of the neck of the bottle.

it instantly catches, making his eyes blow up wide. he has a matter of seconds to throw this thing before the fire reaches the inside, “hey fucker!”

the mindflayer let’s out a blood-curdling roar that seems to make the trees tremble in fear.

eddie hovers in the air, feeling himself growing more uneasy as the monster closes in on him. he cranks his arm back, aiming the fireball in his hand directly at it’s face. he takes a deep breath before catapulting the bottle out of his grip.

eddie watches as the bottle spins in the air and makes direct contact with the monster. it lets out another roar as the fire burns, and falls into the trees below.

one of its long limbs comes up right beside eddie, the sound of wind is the only thing he can hear as it comes closer to his head.

“shit!” he dodges the flayers attempt to hit him. he flies back and forth and up and down, taking his attention off the monster for a moment. his eyes dart down to the ground, seeing that the group is making their way towards the entrance of the house.

he notices that the fire is starting to grow stronger beneath his feet, the heat prickles at his skin. the wavy refraction builds higher as he leads the monster farther into the fiery inferno of the forest.

the squeals of the slithering tentacles are ear-piercing as they burn up on the ground. the gigantic monster grows angrier by the second, roaring with each searingly painful stomp it takes towards him.

eddie ducks as he dodges another weak attack, “come on! is that all you got?” he hits his own chest as he shouts at it.

eddie takes off into the sky, going as high as he possibly could go. one of its twirling arms swiftly follows his tail, swiping at his feet at every chance it can get.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” eddie chants out, feeling his wings grow tired from the heavy amount of exertion. the monster let’s out another horrendously intense outcry, making eddie glance to see that it’s unable to follow him anymore.

he lets out a soft surprised laugh, his chest heaving as he watches it struggle in the fire blazing around it. it’s trapped.

eddie watches as the flames engulf its body until it’s no longer able to be seen. the arm that was chasing him disappears beneath the flames. he quickly makes a beeline towards the house, landing harshly on one of his knees on the front steps. he stands up straight before pushing through the door, eyes squinted into slits. he focuses in on the people carefully crawling past the slimy appendages covering the steps.

“i need a weapon.” he mutters to himself, completely ignoring the people on the steps as he looks around. he steps over the tentacles as he crosses into another room, instantly finding a large sword accompanied by a faux knight armor set.

eddie mentally debates if he should take the armor and use it, but he grabs the sword and heads back to the staircase. “let’s go. i need to get my girl back.” he jumps past all of them by flying over their heads and to the top of the staircase.

“are you guys ready?” steve asks the group, who all nod hesitantly.

eleven takes a step forward, “i think me and… him should go up first.” she gestures to eddie, who grins like an idiot.

“you can call me eddie.” he twirls the sword in his hand boisterously.

“okay… eddie. let’s go.” she starts walking with him in tow, climbing up the attic steps to vecna’s lair.

“eleven and the true monster of them all. you’re finally here. i’ve been waiting.” his raspy voice booms out.

eddie stops in his tracks when he sees vecna hanging from the ceiling by the same slimy arms they couldn’t step on. he looks down to the side, seeing a winged body slumped in the corner. it’s you.

he goes to take a step forward, but he’s stopped by the girl. “not yet.” she whispers.

“i see you’ve defeated the guard… what do you call it? the mind-flayer?” vecna almost chuckles at the sound of its nickname.

“you’re brave to come here, eleven. after i defeated you in battle and hurt your precious, little friend… max.” he hisses out her name like a poisonous snake.

“do not say her name!” eleven shouts at him through gritted teeth.

vecna’s arm twitches by his side, making eleven fortify her stance. “now?” eddie whispers to her, “now.” she confirms with a slight curt nod. he motions with his hand behind his back for steve, nancy and jonathan to make their way up.

robin holds onto another makeshift molotov, already lit on fire. she pushes through eleven and eddie, throwing the fiery liquor bottle at vecna.

eleven uses her powers to push the bottle faster through through air, giving vecna no time to react. the bottle hits him, his body instantly explodes into flames.

he drops to his feet, away from the screeching tentacles that were attached to him. a hoarse groan falling from his mouth as he stands up with the fire blazing at his skin, “you think some fire will stop me?” he lets out a menacing laugh as his hands gradually rise into the air from his sides.

simultaneously, your wings expand from your quivering back as you stand tall to your feet. the mirrored laugh that leaves your body doesn’t sound like your own voice. the raspy cackle echoes in the small room, making eddie slightly step in front of eleven.

“whatever happens… just don’t kill her, yeah?” he glances back at el, who’s eyes are staring you down.

before she could reply to him, your body turns around slowly to face them. the look in your eyes terrifies him to his core, you look so scared but your chilling smile shows otherwise. the white of your eyes are almost grey, and the red of your irises are brighter than usual.

the veins in your body are black under the surface of your skin, the dark color prominent as the inky substance flows through you.

a loud monstrous screech reverberates out from your mouth, making some of the people gasp in shock from the high-pitched noise.

your legs lift off from the ground as you charge towards eleven and eddie, “baby! don’t do this!” eddie ducks from your swinging attacks in the air, trying his hardest to not get caught by you.

eleven continues to fight off vecna, using her powers and shoving him back. steve attempts to help eddie, but catches the back of your hand and is slammed against the wall of the attic. his body slumps to the ground as he goes unconscious.

“steve!” dustin cries out as he runs up the steps, making your head turn towards the boy. eddie glances from his crouched position, watching how you lick your lips, your black tongue swipes against your canines.

“no! don’t!” eddie shouts at you, but your attention is already on henderson. your wings flap loudly in the air as your talons swipe at the top of the boys head, attempting to grab him.

a pained screech falls from your lips as your body is frozen in the air, being lifted up and away from the boy.

eleven let’s out a guttural scream as she holds vecna and you in place in unison. her whole body shakes from using her powers past the maximum limit. her outstretched arms swiftly flick to the ground, slamming vecna and you to the creaky floor.

eddie watches in horror as your body convulses on the ground, whines of pain falling from your lips. “stop! stop!” he shouts at eleven, making her attention shift for a moment. he drops his sword to the ground to run up to you, falling to his knees as he grabs your face.

nancy uses this opportunity to stomp up to vecna with her shotgun, jamming lead into him as she reloads the gun multiple times. he lets out a horrendous scream, using his powers to send her flying backwards into jonathan.

eddie looks around at his fallen friends, seeing dustin is crouched over a barely conscious steve, nancy and jonathan are hurled over in pain, and eleven is barely strong enough to keep fighting against vecna.

“baby, you need to wake up. please come back to me.” he begs as his fingers tap your cold cheeks.

you let out another whimper, before your eyes flash open. the way you stare into his eyes, making his chest ache. “i’m here, i’m here for you, baby. please! we need you. i need you.” he rambles out, his eyes dart around the room.

the ringing in your ears is indescribable, the pain that bolts up your spine makes you wish for death. “….eddie.” your voice wheezes out, blinking harshly as you fight the blackness attempting to overtake your vision once more.

“it hurts…” you whine as you continue to fight against vecna’s powers attempting to take over your mind and body.

“you got this. you’re such a strong woman.”

his voice gradually brings you back to reality as he praises and begs for you to come back.

“i love you so much. please, i can’t lose you again.”

your trembling hand reaches to eddie’s discarded sword, gripping the handle.

in a matter of seconds, you burst into the air, sending eddie onto his back. with a warrior like yell, your body lunges at vecna with the sword drawn back. the monster goes to lift his hand to stop you, but eleven is too quick. she holds his weakened body with her powers, giving you full reign to bring the sword down and slice right through his neck.

you gasp as you watch his head thump to the ground and roll against the wooden floor. the room suddenly goes silent, his body follows with a heavy landing.

“oh my god. he’s dead.” will blurts out as he looks down at the body.

a little shocked laugh leaves your mouth as you stumble back, hands gripping your abdomen.

your eyes glance over at eddie, seeing that his wings have fallen limp to the ground. you look behind yourself, seeing yours are also laying on the ground alongside vecna.

you notice quite a lot of blood covering the monsters extremely long nails on one of his hands.

you glance down at your abdomen, eyes going wide when you finally notice how soaked your clothes are. your hand peels away from the black fabric, lifting it to your face when you see red has transferred onto your palm. “guys… i'm bleeding?” you lift your head up to see everyone staring at you worriedly.

pain erupts from the area you begin to coddle, “oh no…” you whimper, stumbling back in shock. your shoe catches on a lifted plank, making you fall to the ground.

“y/n!” eddie calls out to you as he runs up to your body. when his face comes into your field of vision, you notice pink flushed in his cheeks and his red eyes are chocolatey like the ones you adore.

“eddie.. oh, your eyes.” you smile through your tears, bloody hand lifting to cup his cheek. you can feel yourself growing more and more tired by the minute; the gurgle settling in your chest makes it hard for you to breathe.

“we need to get her to a hospital!” he lifts his head up to look at the people around him as he screams.

when he looks back down at you, he cries out for help once again. you’ve gone limp, and your head has fallen to the side. he lifts your body up with steve, robin, and nancy as they all stumble to the gate downstairs in the dining room.

once they get you safely in the gate, they bring you to steve’s car parked outside. eddie continues to mutters little prayers to himself as he holds your head on his lap, continuing to check your pulse as your breathing grows even more raspy.

“hurry up!“ he screams to steve, who is already weaving through traffic. the last thing you remember is his hand gently caressing your face as he tells urges you to stay awake.

the metallic smell of blood fills his senses, which would usually cause him to go into a frenzy. but now, all he can do is mourn for his girlfriend laying in his lap.

-

two months later.

the sound of chirping bugs outside makes eddie slightly smile as he rolls over in the plush bed.

his arm gently slings around your waist, letting his fingers dance across your scars. “mornin’ missus munson.” his voice rumbles out as he presses a soft kiss to your neck. he savors the rhythmic beating of your healthy heart against his lips.

eddie takes a deep breath to inhale your scent, it’s almost addictive.

your eyes flutter open with a soft hum bubbling past your lips, “morning, mister munson.” your hand cards through his hair, letting your nails gently scratch his scalp.

he shudders against your body, before swatting your hand away. “don’t get me riled up right now, beautiful.” he chuckles, “we gotta get on the road.” he sighs as he pops up out of bed, his warmth leaving you makes you groan.

“i know, but what’s…. like thirty minutes going to do?”

“thirty minutes? wow, you think very highly of my stamina.” he chuckles as he steps up to the sink in the kitchen area to brush his teeth.

you sit up in bed, taking in the view of your shirtless boyfriend brushing his teeth in your shared camper.

“you’ve lasted thirty minutes before.” you scoff with a cheeky grin.

“i have?“ he almost laughs in disbelief but toothpaste dribbles out of his mouth and onto his bottom lip.

“yes, you have- but anyway!” you change the subject, “what are we doin’ today?” you kick your feet off the bed to wobble up to him.

you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, letting your head rest on his spine, between his shoulder blades.

“we’re in the great smoky mountains, baby! we can do anything!” he exclaims theatrically, leaning down to spit and rinse his mouth. he turns around in your hold so you’re pressed against the sink, “i think thirty minutes won’t hold us back too far.” he smirks as he dips down to catch your lips with his own, his tongue instantly slides against yours.

after going through the worst ups and downs in your life you could have ever imagined- you truly can’t believe you’ll be waking up and going to sleep next to this man for the rest of your mornings and nights.

-

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