#this was effortless but I'll tag him anyway

[cheesy-poofs]

A while ago, I saw someone else made a playlist of all the songs that have been referenced and put in South Park, but I decided to do similar but focusing on Cartman. These are songs he's sang while traveling, cooking, or has out-right covered (the only original song in this playlist is Swiss Colony Beef Log). This isn't exhaustive and I focused more on the songs he covered or referenced on his own.

Unfortunately his cover of Poker Face has been taken off of Spotify, so I couldn't include it here. He also covered Come Sail Away on the Chef Aid CD but that's not on Spotify. I used the South Park wiki's list of songs and this YouTube video for reference, and tried to put all the songs in order from oldest to newest.

I would make a playlist, but for now I'm just linking to all the songs directly:

Come Sail Away - Styx

In the Ghetto - Elvis Presley

She Works Hard For The Money - Donna Summer

Sleigh Ride

Silver Bells

O Holy Night - Eric Cartman

Swiss Colony Beef Log - Eric Cartman

I Don't Want to Wait - Paula Cole

Morning Train (Nine to Five) - Sheena Easton

Heat Of The Moment - Asia

You'll Never Find Another Love Like Mine - Lou Rawls

Lucille - Kenny Rogers

Don't Stop Believin' - Journey

Poker Face - Lady Gaga

Faith - George Michael

Heartlight - Neil Diamond

I Swear - All-4-One

There might be some things I missed. I made this for fun to get a better idea of his music interests, I've been trying to wrap my head around what the kids would canonically listen to and I have a lot of trouble with it, I tend to use what I know from canon, what I know about Matt and Trey's taste, and a bit of my own taste mixed in. Sometimes I wish I could see what kind of playlists Matt and Trey would actually make for the boys 😭

[yuwuta]

Nsfw // Remember the itfs talk?? Cause I was thinking, I was thinking so hard about what to answer cause like yesss!!!

I want to focus on the latter tags cause.... Wow thats what I'm talking about!! Whenever I read itafushi I like top yuuji and bottom (and more often than not sub) megumi. So it makes so much sense that you'd want to take revenge for that cause he liked you but chose to ask yuuji out before asking you?? Or, yuuji knew megs liked you and still choose to ask him out?? So, in the first scenario it would be more than fair to dom him! Maybe you were all just talking about how you all ended up together and yuuji just lets that slip. maybe you're feeling like being a bit (or maybe a lot) mean to megumi, get him on his knees, sucking, deepthroating really, yuuji with you controlling his movements absolutely forcing him to take all of yuus length down his throat and gag like crazy with an obscene amount of spit oozing out of the corner of his lips. It was definitely personal too, they way you were treating megumi. Yuuji is not innocent in all of this ofc, but I'll let that slide for the sake of the moment. To continue punishing megs you would have your way with yuuji while he just sits there and... watch. It would end with yuuji giving you a huge creampie, it was such a lewd sight too, his dick was already shining cause of megumis spit, and even more after he entered you cause you were soaked. So there you are, full of your bfs cum seeping out and you ask megumi to clean you, cause that wouldn't be the first nor last time that he'd taste yuuji. Your revenge on yuuji is definitely happening another day too

gnaws on a steel plate… godddddddd okokokok yuuji has such an effortless dominate aura about him that’s a little scary once he hones in on it. most of the time, it’s purely his outgoing, charming nature and physical strength that lures other people into submission by will or force, whichever comes first, and he’s sort of naive to it. but when he chooses to exercise that strength, when he chooses to be stronger than you, than megumi, when he chooses to seduce, it’s mind-numbing, it’s boyish, but there’s still a distinct power struggle that it’s dizzying… insane… 

anyway… you said two very important things in here and i only have the space (brainpower) to bring attention to one right now, and i will below, but just know we need to come back to the point about letting yuuji creampie you while megumi’s there bc i am firm believer that that’s actually one of megumi’s biggest fantasies. in general, seeing you and yuuji together does very bad things for his brain but not bad enough for him to deny that… also megumi king of safe sex until it comes to watching yuuji cum inside of you goddddd

yuuji is the one who instigates your revenge in the first place (and he will also do the opposite, will convince megumi that he deserves to take some frustration out on you, that you were sooo oblivious while he pined for you for all those years, how you weren’t very observant as his best friend and now he’s got the chance to show you exactly how badly he’s wanted you… but that’s for another time…)—but right now, yuuji’s getting into your head, he’s deceptively charming, not at all innocent, and far too calculated when he stops making out with megumi and turns to you, not too far away, sitting up against the headboard with wide eyes. yuuji thinks you look awfully cute—you always do when you three are together, you have this wide-eyed awe about you; not shy, but definitely still timid about the fact that you’re now dating your childhood best friend and his boyfriend. yuuji loves that look, but he thinks he’d like to ruin it more. 

and he takes the opportunity to do so, much to megumi’s surprised and distaste—ignoring megumi’s pawing at the hem of his shirt, impatient, yuuji looks over his shoulder to you and poses, “can i ask you something?” 

your eyebrows raise in surprise. megumi’s raise in suspicion, petulantly coming down from the high of making out with yuuji, and craning his head back to look at you. your eyes shift to his briefly, and then back to yuuji’s, almost embarrassed, and when he looks at megumi, there’s a slight blush at the tips of his ears. cute. you two are very cute, and yuuji likes it a lot. it confirms to him exactly what he wants to happen tonight. 

“you remember how i told you about yuuta-senpai? and how he’s my best friend, but when he started dating inumaki-senpai, i kinda hated him because they spent so much time together?” yuuji recounts casually, biting back a grin when megumi huffs. you nod, evidently confused, but yuuji continues, slowly reaching a hand up megumi’s arm, over his shoulder, up his jaw, until he reaches the shell of his ear, then asks, “did you ever feel that way about me?”

he can see the shock on your face, hear it from megumi when he gasps a bit and pulls away from yuuji’s touch, “what kind of a—”  

but yuuji doesn’t want to hear his side of the story right now. in fact, if all goes his way, he won’t be hearing much of anything from megumi tonight—he reaches his hand back up to pinch at megumi’s ear, and hushes him, “i’m just asking her, meg. she’s my girlfriend now, too. don’t i get to know these things?” 

your mouth is slightly ajar, and yuuji chuckles. you’re so quiet, he’s beginning to think he’s scared you, but soon, you smile, sweet, and gentle, and he can’t even blame megumi for fawning over you since middle school. “i—i didn’t hate you yuuji,” you reply, “i thought—think—you’re good for megumi. i just wanted him to be happy, and you make him happy.” 

yuuji hums. no wonder you two never got together before. “so you’re the self-sacrificing type, too, huh?” he smiles, far less innocently than you might think, “maybe i should have gotten you and yuuta-senpai together, instead.” 

you look like you’re about to refute, but megumi pulls back again, throughly annoyed when he interjects, “what the hell are you—”

but yuuji is quick to move his hand from his ear to his throat, pinching his fingers around his neck with just enough pressure to stutter and silence him. 

“i’m still not talking to you,” he reminds megumi, eyes sharp. he squeezes around megumi’s neck a bit tighter, before turning his attention back to you, “was he always like this? always biting before you can bark? must have been kind of annoying to deal with, huh?” 

your eyes widen, bambi-like and yuuji almost coos. from where you’re sitting against the headboard, you can’t see megumi’s face completely, just a sliver of his cheek, but you can probably tell by the reddening skin around his neck and ears that yuuji’s not just choking him for show. 

“i—uh… it’s not like that, it’s just… yuuji you’re gonna hurt him…”

but, you should also be able to tell that megumi’s not fighting it either. 

“you’re always so worried about him,” yuuji pushes megumi back against the pillows, paying no mind to his panting, simply ordering, “stay down.” 

yuuji then reaches out for you instead, gently pulling your body towards in him stark contrast to how he’d treated megumi a moment ago—twirling you as best he can while you’re kneeling on the mattress, maneuvering your body so that you’re straddling megumi and yuuji’s back is pressed against yours. 

yuuji hears you gasp, ever so lightly, when you inadvertently press your crotch against megumi’s. he almost wants to watch you two do that instead, but right now he’s a man on a mission, so instead, he puts his hands on his hips to keep you still, “see—he can take it. he even likes it.” 

you raise a hand to reach out to megumi, but yuuji stops you, forcing your back flush against his front, and caging you in with his arms and resting his chin against your shoulder. he turns his head to kiss you on the cheek, slow, once, and then again, and then against your earlobe, “you wanna try?” 

“try—what, choking him?” you ask, trying to turn your head to face yuuji, but he keeps it steady, keeps you facing megumi. 

“it’s not like you’re gonna hurt him,” yuuji hums against your skin, trails open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “it’ll feel good, i promise.”  

“well, uh... megumi, do you—”  

but yuuji raises a hand to squish your cheeks together before you can finish, turns your head to him and tuts, “i’m telling you it’s okay. megumi didn’t ask you before he asked me out, right? you don’t need his permission for everything, princess.” 

yuuji’s not just leveraging your feelings against each other now—now it’s sexual knowledge too, all the fantasies megumi has indulged him in about you, all the kinks he has that you’re clueless to. yuuji knows that despite the history you and megumi have, he’s the bridge between you now—and right now, yuuji wants you on his side.

“must bother you a little bit, right?” yuuji coos, releasing his grasp on your cheeks and using his hand to tilt your chin upwards to face him, “that he asked me out when he still had a crush on you. it still bothers me sometimes—and yet he had the nerve to get upset when i asked you about it. kinda selfish, no?” 

“i’m just saying, i think you should teach him a lesson,” yuuji continues, using his other hand to help your body rock against megumi’s, drinking in the sight of your pliant lips and the sound of his strained sighs. 

megumi’s probably not far from cumming in his boxers at this point, and you’re not far from helping yuuji make him do worse. 

“come on, princess,” yuuji smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at megumi, “you gonna help me put a leash on him?” 

it’s an invitation and a threat, this you seem to understand. you can say yes to yuuji, say yes to having megumi between you two tonight, say yes and have a little bit of power; or you can say no, and be on the receiving end of punishment. 

yuuji almost thinks you’ll choose the latter out of loyalty, out of devotion to your best friend, out of shyness and inexperience in taking what you want, but you’re not just megumi’s anymore—your his girl now, too, and you make it known when your soft hand crawls up megumi chest and to his neck, and hesitantly wraps around his throat. 

tonight, megumi’s yours and yuuji’s. 

“good girl,” yuuji grins, wicked with intent when he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, “now lets have some fun with him.” 

[silly-little-soul]

Shane accepting himself as a dad

A/N – “Little” thought dump I wrote at the hairdresser today, I'll probably continue it when I find the time

I haven't played sdv in forever cause I can't find the charger of my switch I miss it

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Fandom: Stardew Valley (Shane x gn!Reader/Farmer)

Summary: Thoughts on the lead-up to Shane and Jas moving in with you

Tags: established relationship, tbh reader appears like thrice maybe, some fluff, some angst, some reverse comfort, no beta we die like my activity

Warnings: Some talks about alcoholism and mental illness cause it's Shane, a shit lot of miscommunication, brief talk of Shane and Farmer having own kids, death mention

Note: It got too long so I didn't get to the part where reader/farmer would've been more prominent so this is very focused on the dynamic between Shane, Jas and Marnie

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Thinking about how in the game when you marry Shane he doesn't take Jas with him

I wish she could live on the farm with you, but let’s actually look at that scenario and Marnie's place in it

Shane is Jas’ official caretaker, but with how his mental health and alcohol consume used to be he definitely wasn’t able to fully take care of her, I’m guessing Marnie did most of that. Like Shane DOES really care for her and did what he could, it just wasn’t enough when he got worse. Simultaneously he saw Marnie care for her the way he wished he could've and it just seemed so effortless (it wasn’t, she was just grieving differently). It made him feel like he could retreat from his parental role, have Marnie take it and stop himself from pulling Jas down with him, he didn’t want to be selfish and put her well-being at risk just to be the one playing parent.

Honestly, he was probably right in that decision, he couldn’t have fully cared for a child.

But it’s different now, he’s better now, he’s ready.

He starts spending more time with her again, no longer feeling like he’s a risk to her, no longer being so ashamed. He takes on tasks like making lunch and bringing her to bed more often.

He doesn’t even notice it until Jas, Marnie or you point it out, might write a scenario for that at some point but let’s move on for now

Anyway, he realizes he’s taken the role of a parent for her. And then you give him the mermaid pendant, and he’s so happy that everything is slowly working out.

When he comes home and tells Marnie she is quick to pull him into a tight hug, she’s so happy he’s managing to really turn his life around.

Jas is so so excited, asking when they'll move to the farm

Shane wants to have her come right with him, he's talked to you about it and you were quick to tell him you'd be happy to have her, but he realizes he should really talk to Marnie about that first.

So they kinda just redirect her question.

Later though they sit together and talk about the upcoming change of Shane's living situation.

At Shane’s declaration of wanting to take Jas right with him, Marnie is hesitant and gently suggests that might not be the best idea.

Shane believes it’s because Jas has become a daughter to her, something he actively pushed to happen by making her take all responsibility for the little girl (and for him too, actually), and he figures he doesn’t really have the right to take Jas from her after she has been the one taking care of her for so long.

Except that isn’t the reason at all. Marnie has never seen herself as Jas’ mom. She loves Jas a lot of course and she’ll surely miss her a lot once she moves, but she has never not seen Shane as the one to be Jas’ new parent.

She wants this for both Shane and Jas, but she’s just so worried. She’s seen Shane at his worst and all that has lead up to it, seen him almost get better but then fail again more often than she’d like to have.

She’s honestly more worried about Shane than Jas. What if Shane takes on too much responsibility at once? His new role as a husband, the changes that come with living on the farm, and then he'll also be fully responsible for Jas? She's worried he'll end up feeling overwhelmed and get worse again. And then if Jas sees it this time, oh gosh... (Okay, maybe it is about Jas)

Now bear with me it's about to get a little confusing

Shane doesn't know that's the reason, Marnie doesn't tell him outright to not upset him.

So when she brings up the hint of “are you sure? She can stay here some longer too” he thinks it's because of her relationship with Jas and he's just like “yeah y'know maybe that works” because he doesn't want to take Jas from her after making Marnie take care of her so long, however she thinks it's because he really does think it'd be too much at once.

So they're like “okay good talk” and go their ways and while Marnie is like “okay cool I'll help some more till he feels able to care for her fully” Shane is knocking on your door having half a breakdown like “I fucked up I'll never get to take on the role of her father”

On a side note, he went to the farm and not the saloon, and both of you have a brief moment of gratitude for the fact so let's take a second to appreciate him for that too

Alright, he has been appreciated

But yeah, I kinda hc their communication isn't great in general. It's not for lack of trying (not anymore, it used to be a factor when Shane wasn't doing well) or something causing arguments, it's more so a thing where the two talk and then think everything is fine when they in reality have talked past each other so hard.

It's usually silly, small stuff like chores or something and resolved with a quick clarification and doesn't cause issues – except this time it did.

Anyway, he's at your doorstep, kinda having a breakdown.

You let him in of course, get him some water, gently tell him to calm down and tell you what happened.

His explanation is not very coherent, consisting mainly of him repeating how he fucked up, it might very well spiral into a full on panic attack.

Shane's not usually someone to panic but this is about Jas, who is the most important thing in the world to him, not to forget the only way he knew how to cope is kind of gone.

After a while he manages to explain what's going on more clearly, how he so badly wants to care for Jas the way he should have from the start, but he can't because he made mistakes he can't fix, how Marnie has taken that role and is entirely reasonable in wanting to keep it.

Then he breaks down again.

You don't really know what to do, he's in a terrible state, and what can you say? If the situation was truly how Shane presented it (which you assumed of course) there wouldn't really be much you could do to help.

You end up calling his therapist, he's against the idea at first but caves at your pleading look.

He's put you in situations in which you had to try help him with no idea how to before, hell he's made you fear for his life with this kind of bullshit before! He doesn't want you to go through that again.

In the beginning you sit with him, help explain to his therapist what happened, let Shane lay his head on your chest while talking to her.

When after a while he is much calmer you go make his favorite dinner, waiting for him to finish the phone call.

They make an appointment for Saturday and Shane hangs up, wordlessly coming over to you and letting himself fall into your arms. You have dinner and go to bed, deciding it's better for him to stay with you tonight, and maybe also the next few day. You'll figure out how to go on about this on Saturday.

Meanwhile Marnie has no idea about all of this and tells Jas about the decision (she thinks) they made, how Shane will move to the farm but needs some time to “settle in” as she calls it, and then Jas can move there too later on.

She's bummed about not getting to come along right away but is generally okay with the idea, not much bothered.

This whole misunderstanding is only really revealed when Jas and Shane cross parts the next time. This could be several days later, or the next one which I'm gonna go with.

Unfortunately for Shane, Jas was already planned to come to the farm that day to “help” (aka pet your animals) so she shows up there in the morning and it's. A bit awkward. Not that she'd notice, though.

Inevitably the topic of Shane moving to the farm comes up. It's in bypassing, it doesn't really matter how, but it causes even more chaos.

She says something about how she'll miss him when he moves to the farm, which feels like a punch in the gut to him, cause he doesn't even know she just means in the short while till he gets her over there too.

He tries not to let it show in front of her, it's not her fault, so he tries to play over his reaction by saying something along the lines of “I'll miss you too, but you and Marnie can come visit. If the farmer and me start a family you can come over and-”

And like damn. Not the best thing he could've said in that situation.

Cause up until just know she thought she was coming after him like a month or something later!

Jas' eyes fill with tears and she has such a look of betrayal on her face Shane doesn't even finish his sentence.

“You don't want me here?”

And he's just like fuck lol

In retrospect he doesn't actually know what Marnie told Jas and how she explained the decision to her. Thinking about it she probably didn't exactly go “Hey actually Shane used to be a good for nothing alcoholic so I decided I'm your mom”

But wait, does Jas want to stay with him on the farm?

Because yeah wait!! He did not consider that and how she feels about this.

Meanwhile Jas is now also a victim of the miscommunication between Marnie and Shane (aren't we all?)

Before Shane can think of something to say she's bolting, running back home.

You - who watched the interaction happen - and Shane go after her, coming to the ranch to find Jas crying in her bed with Marnie sitting next to her and trying to coax her into explaining what happened. When she sees you she moves away from her, figuring you two must have a better idea of what's going on.

Shane takes Marnie's place and asks Jas why she's crying.

She looks up at him with a heartbreaking expression and says “You said you'll start a family, but what about me?” (not rlly like that but I suck at dialogue)

And Shane is like “Marnie is your family”

I love him but.... shut up, Shane!!

That blow was so hard both you and Marnie could feel it!

In his defense, he realizes that was dumb as fuck like immediately after.

“I mean... fuck, she's been a mom for you so long, way more than I ever was, I can't just take you away now”

And Marnie stiffens cause like that's the moment it starts dawning on her something didn't go quite right in their earlier communication. And then you notice her reaction and it starts dawning on you as well and you kinda just look at each other like “oh shit”.

Which Shane and Jas are completely unaware of.

“She's not my mom! I don't want her to by my mom”

And Jas is honestly really irritated by Shane's interpretation of their family dynamic because yeah Marnie has taken care of her a long time and she's really close to her of course but she still never saw her as something other than her aunt, just like Marnie always considered Jas her niece.

“Why don't you want to be my dad?”

It's sort of a breaking point for all four of you.

For Shane it feels like in a matter of seconds he's reliving every moment since the day Jas' parents died. They chose him as the one who'd take in Jas if something happened to them. They could've decided on Marnie, but they didn't. In that moment he realizes that maybe his fear of this parental role he really did want to take not being rightfully his was never about Marnie to begin with.

At the same time, Marnie and you decide to finally intervene. She gently pulls him towards the door, telling him they have to talk, meanwhile you sit with Jas to comfort her.

You let her climb into your lap and hug her, just holding her and waiting for Marnie and Shane to finish talking, until she speaks up again quietly

“Do you not want me on the farm?”

And you're of course immediately telling her you do!! You want her there, you consider her family and she goes “I think Shane doesn't” and like no he does!! He's just stupid!

Except you don't say that to her of course cause don't say that to her.

Meanwhile Marnie is torn between hugging Shane because man he's apparently spent years thinking he has no place as her parent and scolding him cause how the fuck did he spend years thinking he has no place as her parent.

It ends up being the scolding (gently though, she does get where he was coming from).

She explains everything to him, from exactly how she feels about Jas to what she meant when she suggested to have Jas stay with her.

“You're her father now. Her parents chose for you to be and she did too. You're her dad, and nothing you or I do can change that”

And it's wild because he realizes he has always refused those titles. He always talked about his parental role or his role as a father, yeah, but he's never dared call himself her dad. But he is, isn't he?

They have a long talk and Shane learns his place in the family was never a question, while Marnie has her anxiety over Shane taking on too much at once calmed.

They settle on Jas staying at the ranch on weekdays and the farm on weekends for the first month, so he can settle and you can get used to having a child around all the time. After that she'll move to the farm entirely, with the promise to have her stay at Marnie's a bit if Shane ever feels like it's too much for him.

He goes back to Jas' room to explain everything to her and tell her she'll of course come along to his new life.

And when he opens then door he sees you sit with Jas – with his daughter - in your arms, petting her hair comfortingly and he's like yeah.

That's his family.

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Werewolf Steve

Rom-com AU

Boy w/a Bat Book 2

Metal Band Steve AU

Snippet

From the Omegaverse sequel, which you will note is not up there because it's too close to being finished and I don't want to spoil anyone's fun. But I loved this part so much I just had to share.

Never before had a heat been so smooth, so effortless. Gone was the feeling of not being full enough, of not being good enough.

But Eddie soothed all that away.

So Steve really shouldn’t have been surprised when six weeks later he was staring a double pink line.

“Why the fuck are the lines pink?” Steve huffed. “Isn’t that sexist?”

Eddie looked at his bondmate, husband, and love of his life with fond exasperation. “Honey...is that really your take away right now?”

Steve looked up at him in adorable befuddlement before he realized what the double line meant.

“I’m pregnant?!” he squealed. He threw the applicator in the sink and hugged Eddie tightly.

“You sure are!” Eddie said, swinging them both around in their rather large sized bathroom, but still managing to knock things over in their excitement and overwhelming joy.

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They're dumb, your honor, but I love them.

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Send as many asks as you want, as often as you want.

If I don't finish them in one day, you bet I'll finish them up as soon as I can.

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[imperator-titus]

Ghost from the Past [Part 4]

Oh lord here we go again

I have actually been unsure of the real order of things, this has more been the order of what "feels right" and doesn't adhere too closely to the in-game progression (and also, for now, I did not cross-reference in-game conversations with lines I wrote). I feel like I'm jamming too much into Act 1? But Act 1 feels like an open wound, Act 2 is actually addressing the wound, and Act 3 is stitching them closed. This story has very much been opening a wound lol

Reminder that I'll start a tag list if someone wants! And please send me any questions or comments on the story (or other stuff) if you want because I am bored/lonely. Anyway hope you enjoy!

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It was late and Eletha was already most of the way through a bottle of liquor by the time she got to Gale. He was admiring an image of a woman he'd conjured.

“Mystra?” She asked, trying to not sound too sure of her answer.

“Ah! I didn't notice you.” He dismissed the image. “I was just… practicing.”

“Mmm. Secret’s safe with me.” She smiled at him, just a little mocking but full of fondness, like she found a child doing something a little naughty but harmless.

“Elves have a strong connection to the Weave. What is your experience with it, if you don't mind me asking?”

Eletha opened her mouth, but snapped it shut. The first thing that came to her mind was dark and… deeply personal. After a moment of contemplation, wherein Gale did not miss how she had to push the dark thoughts away, she smiled. “I have a wizard friend, we’ve been on a few adventures. Gave me my magic eye. He actually taught me some spells, but… I haven't been quite able to… get to them, so to speak.”

“Ah, that explains why you are so adept at handling my peculiarities,” he said with a chuckle and a smile. “Here, let us experience the Weave together.”

Magic surrounded them in a comforting embrace. 

Gale felt that comfort, until it was replaced by flashes of memories that didn’t belong to him. 

Elven faces, angered, weeping, blissful. They were somehow familiar and monstrous at the same time, distorted by their expressions. His skin was not his own, it felt more like a tight suit suffocating his body that no longer belonged to him.

A sensation cut through. Terrible, terrifying, transfixing. He’d known it before, briefly. Elminster insisted he knew how it felt to be dominated by magic before he used it on another. That horrible feeling of looking through his eyes but being unable to connect thought to action, limbs and tongue at someone else’s control.

A pervading feeling of loneliness, isolation. A loss of self.

Guilt.

A sound escaped his lips. A gasp? A strangled cry?

A hand squeezed his. He looked over to Eletha only to see an apology in her eyes. She realized Gale had seen her thoughts in that moment. Perhaps she’d seen his. 

“Let me show you my favorite things,” she said softly, reassuring, and that feeling of comfort washed over him once more.

He is floating in a milky-blue pool and it is effortless and the water is the same temperature as his skin, it is as if he is hovering in mid-air. 

There is not a single cloud in the sky and there are more stars than he ever thought possible. Someone is sitting beside him, delicately experimenting with their lute, and he can just barely make out their friendly discussion.

Standing high on a mountain range, he looks out on Faerun, its splendor laid out before him. He can make out his home, places he’s been, places he wishes to see. The air is sharp and crisp, it hurts but it makes him feel alive. The unspoilt white snow is hard on the eyes, but it is beautiful and makes him giddy.

A young man is intently focused on his face, pink tongue stuck out between his lips, tapping his filtrum in concentration. He’s suddenly aware that his vision wasn’t complete as things become blurry and then bleed into focus. The young man smiles, nervous and proud at the same time, and he thinks that, it is so hard to open his heart to humans. Their lives are so bright and brief, yet they could be so beautiful and warm. He offers up a prayer that this one will be around a while longer, because he is sweet and stupid and brilliant. His heart opens just a little and he hopes that it isn’t a mistake.

Rain patters down around him as he sits under the protection of a decrepit roof. With the iconography, some shattered, others overgrown, it was likely a temple of some sort. Beside him sits a figure, robed in black. Its hood is cast back, revealing a beautiful woman. Much too beautiful. He’s impressed and enticed, and a little jealous. She lifts a delicate teacup to her blood-red lips and takes a sip. He tells a joke and her eyes, red and full of laughter, leave their little fire and look at him. She laughs, revealing long fangs, and it is probably the most honest laughter he’s ever heard.

He is alone, but he is not lonely. He stands in a field of flowers, watching a herd of animals graze. One comes up to him and he offers his hand to be inspected. It licks his fingers and demands the fruit from his pack. This will be his new companion.

Faces and scenes flicker across his vision. So many cobblers to repair his boots. His fingers are rough and calloused. The young man, with gray in his hair and beard, teaches him magic and he feels like a child again, thrilled by the Weave using him as a conduit.

He is keenly aware that he cannot solve every problem, but he will solve the ones he can. He will never make up for things he’s done, but he will not let that stop him from doing some good.

Eletha’s hand left his and the magic bled away back into the Weave.

Gale had to come up with his own words and feelings now. As articulate and witty as he was, he was failing to find the right way to express himself. There was a pain in his chest, nostalgia for a life he hadn’t lived. He placed his hand on his chest. “Thank you… For sharing that with me.”

Eletha offered him a subdued smile. “When this is all over, I thought I could accompany you back to Waterdeep. You know, to keep you out of trouble.”

He was a little stunned. “That would be… Yes, I think that would be a grand idea.”

Eletha owed Shadowheart a bottle of wine and a chat, but on her way, she stopped at Astarion’s tent. He was ‘looking’ at himself in a mirror and undoubtedly smirking to himself as he watched her walk over.

“Spying is rude,” she said with a little humor. He huffed as he let his hand fall to his side and twirled around to face her.

“I’m just making sure my long-lost love doesn’t get lost in another’s eyes,” he cooed, mischief in his eyes, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. Eletha snorted.

“That’s quite the imagination you have. Writing our wedding vows for us? What flowers will we be using?”

“You’re cute for an old hag.” For a split second, Astarion panicked and tried to formulate a way to brush the insult off, but then Eletha let out a small laugh and all was well. “I was just thinking about… how I’ve forgotten what I look like. Or what I used to look like. Just another thing Cazador took from me.”

“I’m sure the others would share if you asked. You know, use the tadpoles.” Astarion sighed wistfully.

“But they don’t know me like you do. They don’t… love me,” he explained very carefully. “To be seen through a lover’s eyes?”

“I don’t think I see you the way other people see you.” Eletha sounded almost… regretful of this fact. 

“What, am I monstrous? A vicious vampire in a children’s story book?” he asked with a strained laugh. He actually did worry that it could be the case. It was good to be feared, there was power in fear… but he didn’t want to be feared by her. In a low voice, not quite sultry, but just as inviting, he pleaded, “I want to know what you see. I want to be… seen.”

Eletha hesitated. She looked down at their feet in contemplation. Her throat was already raw from her moment with Gale. This would hurt, open the old wound further, but a wise woman once told her that the wound wouldn’t fully heal until she opened it all the way and scrapped out the rot. She had to run towards the danger, or else it would follow her forever.

Astarion felt his tadpole squirm and tingle again, but this time she didn’t stop the connection. He relaxed and let whatever she wanted to share with him come into his mind’s eye.

He was in an elven caravan, littered with all kinds of things, like way too many boots and shirts of varying fashions, knives that had no business being unsheathed on the floor, threatening to take off a toe. He sighed in frustration, but it wasn’t his voice, as he picked up some items and threw them out of his path.

A young man sat at a mirror, trying to tie up his hair in just the right way with a ribbon.

“I think the humans have a story about the dangers of staring at your reflection all day,” he said in Eletha’s voice in a mix of annoyance and gentle ribbing. 

“Lori, you fool, we must strive for perfection in all things,” the young man said to her in a haughty tone. Finally satisfied with his look, he flashed a grin at her. Astarion was struck by how… natural it looked. “Tell me what you think.”

“So beautiful, they’ll be throwing money at us.” The young man beamed. Eletha sighed and shook her head. “I’ll have to protect your pretty face with my body. It would be a crime against the gods to scar such loveliness.”

With an audible snap, his vision cracked down the middle and distorted into two very similar but obviously different images. 

On the right was the young man, smiling and laughing. His white hair was lustrous and bouncy, cascading from his head in a waterfall of curls that he tamed with a ribbon. His skin was pale and slightly blue, but flushed on the cheeks and ears. His golden eyes were round and bright, full of life and mischief and love. His voice was light and playful. The light of the caravan seemed to radiate from him like a halo.

The left vision was dark and discomforting. This figure, at first glance, wasn’t much different. With how jovial the young one was, it was no surprise that his face was graced with laugh lines. However, there was no humor about this one. His hair, while still curly and white, was dull and dampened in comparison. His skin was even paler, almost gray, and lacked the subtle glow that gave his younger counterpart vibrance. His body language was guarded, tense, like a wary animal. From under lowered eyebrows glared a pair of red eyes, sharp and narrow, lifeless. When he spoke, his voice was dark and hard, on the edge of a snarl with plenty of bite to go with his sharp teeth.

“You would do that for me, darling?” the two said in unison. In camp, Astarion could feel the connection attempt to sever, but something held it firmly in place.

“You would look good with some scars,” the young one said, only a little bit teasing, his smile dazzling. “Like a real adventurer! Each scar a story.”

“I have scars of my own, with stories that would make your hair fall out.” The older one grinned, it was a joke, but there was no laughter, no good intent. It was a wolf’s smile, full of threat. The grin dropped just as suddenly as it appeared and was replaced by a sneer. “Look what you did to me! You abandoned me and now what am I? A monster. You have no idea what it feels like, to lose everything, to belong to someone else.”

Eletha tried to speak, but it came out as mangled sounds of disagreement and anguish. He felt the tadpole lash as she tried even harder to stop their connection. 

His vision cracked once more into more slivers, each holding an elven face that he just barely couldn’t recognize. They looked down their noses at him, full of judgment and revulsion. His heart clenched with guilt. They spoke over one another in a flurry of insults and remarks, all decrying in some way, “How could you do this to me? How could you do this to us? Abandon us? Have you no heart?”

Astarion felt the world fall out from under his feet as the tadpole finally broke the connection. When he came to his senses, Eletha was touching his cheek. He swatted her hand away, the sensation of it overwhelming, but he soon wished it back. Instead of asking for her to do it again, or grabbing her hand and holding it to his face, he glared.

“What is wrong with you?” he spat at her. Eletha’s eyes went wide, then lowered to the ground.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. I-I just wanted to show you how beautiful you are,” she managed to say around a tightness in her throat. Without further explanation, which she was probably incapable of offering, she fled in the direction of Shadowheart’s tent.

Astarion huffed to himself. He barely had the capacity for introspection, now the waters were muddied by someone else’s perceptions of him. Did his old love think he was a monster, or did she think he thought himself a monster?

No wonder Cazador snatched him from death’s grip. No wonder Eletha fell in love with him. 

No wonder he lured thousands of people to their deaths.

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 24

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter’s Note: Loki knows exactly what you need. Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 24: Resting

Back in New York, you directly go to Tony while Loki searches for his brother. According to Jarvis, Tony is in his private lab and you ask the A.I. for entrance. It is granted and shortly after you take the elevator to a floor that has no button. The doors open with a soft 'bing' and you stand in Iron Man’s workshop.

There are several suits lined up at the walls, presumably older models if you go by the numbering on the small plaques above them. You spot some classic suits in his trademark colors of red and gold like Mark VI, but also some different designs like the black and red Mark XXII, that reminds you of War Machine's design.

On the tables there are several parts of arms and legs, partly disassembled, between a lot of circuit boards and cables. Some other pieces look like futuristic prototypes. It's exactly like you had imagined Iron Man's workshop to be.

Tony sits at a table in the back, welding circuit boards together one-handed. His left arm hangs in a sling. A small robot stands next to him, slowly handing him one tool after another with a soft beeping sound. It seems to be the wrong ones more often than the right ones.

As you step up to Tony, he pushes up his welding goggles and you see that his face is filthy with oil and grease.

"Are you alright?" you ask with a nod towards his injured arm.

"It's nothing. I don't know why everyone insists I wear this thing. It just bothers me when I'm working." The robot pushes a small file in Tony’s hand and hand. "Thanks buddy." He puts it on a small pile with other tools he doesn't need right now. The robot beeps happily. "He is basically useless, but it makes him happy if I take the stuff," Tony explains to you in response to your questioning look.

"I need to recharge my magic, but I can heal that in a few days," you offer for his injured arm because that's the least you can do after everything the man did for you. "Or Loki can. He's better at healing magic anyway." He had healed you after your visit to Club Enchant and it had looked effortless.

Tony darts you a long glance. "No offense, but no magic on my body. I'll sit this one out." And by that he means he will take the sling off as soon as his arm no longer hurts with every little movement. "So, is your brother okay?" he asks you.

You knew this question was coming. After all, that's why you're here. Still, it's hard for you to talk about it.

"He's not dead." You don't want to add a yet. Josiah said he will survive and you're trusting his word. Still, the image of an unconscious Gabriel with his burnt skin and the cross on his forehead is burned into your mind.

"I'm sorry that happened."

"Yeah." Your voice is small and you're suddenly in a hurry to get out of here, to be alone. "Anyway, I'm still pretty worn out, so I'm gonna head to my room and fall face first on my bed. Just came by to tell you that we're back."

Tony seems to notice your mood and doesn't stop you. "Sure. You know the drill: tell Jarvis if you need anything."

You merely nod and leave the workshop only a few minutes after arriving.

"To the suite?" Jarvis asks you in the elevator, but you shake your head.

"My floor, please."

Your room feels safe. It's been a roller coaster ride of emotions and incidents since the Avengers returned from their mission, and only now do you have time to take a breath and sort out your thoughts.

Your room is the same as you left it in a hurry two days ago: the teleportation circle you drew with the Sharpie on the floor is burned into it. Now a permanent way to Canada is formed. Useless - since Gabriel’s house is destroyed. You make a mental note to buy a cheap carpet to put over it.

You sit on the edge of your bed, falling backwards.

Everything turned out fine.

That’s a mantra in your head. You try not to think of any other possible outcome, of all the ‘what if’s. For everything else you have to wait until Gabriel wakes up. If he wakes up. You shake your head. When he wakes up.

You close your eyes. You will take the next few days easy: cure your magic muscle hangover and replenish your supplies. Sleeping, take out food and maybe a bath. It does sound like heaven. Anything to distract you and to take your mind off things.

A knock on your door makes you sit up with a groan. You don't feel like having visitors, but on the other hand, anything that distracts you is welcome.

You open the door and immediately take your groan back. Loki is standing in front of you, in his hands a bowl with snacks. He greets you with a kiss on your temple.

"I was wondering if you want to watch one of your Midgardian television series. We still have to finish that one with the inaccurate portrayal of dragons."

"Uh, I'm still feeling sore. Not sure if I can concentrate on a show." Apologetically, you look at him.

With a wave of his hand, the bowl is gone and he holds a bottle with liquid in his fingers instead. "How about a massage to loosen up your muscles then?" he asks. It‘s obvious he just wants to spend time with you. And who are you to deny him this simple request? You are grateful that he is here for you and open the door wider to let him in. "That sounds great."

Loki looks at you, a mischievous grin on his lips. "In order to give you a nice massage, you will have to lose some of your clothes."

"How convenient," you reply, amused, while pulling your shirt over your head. "But I think it‘s just fair if you lose some as well." You step up to him to help him with your request. Anything to take your mind off the last days.

Loki offers no resistance and shortly after stands shirtless in front of you. You gently stroke over his fair skin, which always seems a little cool no matter the temperature around him. Your fingers wander up to his cheekbones, caressing him. He lays his hand over yours and turns his face to kiss your palm.

"Unless you have something else in mind you want to do." His voice is low and promising.

You‘re acting like you think about it – and you really do. "Maybe later," you then decide and brush a gentle kiss on his lips. "I could really use that massage."

Taking a step away from him, you strip down to your underwear. With a bit of swinging your hips you walk to your bed and plump face front onto it.

“You may start,” you mumble into the mattress.

"Temptress." Loki chuckles and follows you. He climbs over you before pouring oil in his palm and rubbing his hands together. "Relax, Witchling."

To have better access to your skin he straddles your hips, careful not to put too much weight on you, and settles his hands on your shoulders to begin the work.

You let out a soft noise at the feeling. "Hm, nice and warm," you mutter.

He presses his thumbs on the first knot he comes across and you know you are a goner. All the stress, the anxiety and the struggle of the last days start to fall off of you.

Loki works his way down your back and it feels so good, the massage. You didn‘t expect any different from the Asgardian, until you feel warm lips on your spine. He‘s kissing your back, gently, almost worshiping each spot that he touched.

You close your eyes fully, humming a noise of appreciation and enjoying his treatment. His forceful and demanding side are completely gone. You wonder how you got so lucky to have this kind and attentive man at your side, who seems only interested in making sure you‘re comfortable and feeling good.

Loki continues to massage your lower back, leaving a trail of kisses, even daring to nip at your skin every now and then.

Warm, strong hands glide over bare skin, kneading here, pressing there. Breathing patterns reveal the twinges and the pleasure, until those hands reach the small of the back beneath him. “You‘re beautiful,” Loki murmurs.

You let out the softest of moans as you feel his hands reaching your butt, your panty gone in a flash of magic.

He gently pulls your leg apart to make a little room and his fingers move between them. You bury your face in your arms under your head. You wouldn't be surprised if he had planned this mischief from the beginning, but it feels too good to complain. Like heaven.

You lift your hips a bit to give him better access and his oily slick finger enters you.

It doesn't take long before you move your hips in time against his fingers, your moans muffled by the sheet of the bed.

He builds you up. His other hand pampers the rest of your body, kneading your butt, your thighs, playfully scraping your spine. His fingers seem to be everywhere.

He takes you straight over the edge. You catch your breath and turn around to finally look at him. Loki holds your gaze, while he purposely takes his time to lewdly lick your juice from his fingers.

When he’s finished, he smirks and leans down, ghosting his lips against yours, but never fully kissing you. His breath is fanning against your face. He moves his head down and drags his lips lazily down your neck before finally kissing the skin there.

You giggle, because it‘s a ticklish spot, but you take his face in your hands and pull him up, to claim his lips with your own, pouring all of your affection into the kiss.

“Keep your legs spread, pet. I’m not done with you yet,” Loki purrs. “I want to taste more of what I’ve done to you.”

You groan at his confession and your knees fall apart. You’re happy just the way you are, satisfied and ready to enter a blissful sleep. But Loki’s offer is tempting, to see what else he has in store. You’re compliant in anything he has planned for you.

He grins wide and presses another quick kiss to your parted lips, before making his way slowly down your body. He’s taking his time, stopping at your breasts to give them the attention they deserve, rubbing your nipples teasingly. Then he finally dives down.

Another moan leaves your mouth when you feel his wet tongue dipping in your most sensitive parts. It’s hot and wet and perfect.

Loki pulls away all too soon, face covered in slick, wiping it with the back of his hand, like an animal that just devoured its prey. He crawls up your body, pulling you in for a kiss. You whimper as you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hand slides down slowly from its place on your side, grabbing your thigh. Loki's cock slides between your legs and begins to rub up and down between your still soaked folds, the tip stimulating your clit. You moan as he pressed the tip against your entrance. "What do you want me to do?"

It’s a mean question, because it forces you to use your brain instead of just surrendering the sweet bliss of lust. You frown, searching for the right words. It’s not fair that he suddenly forces you to think.

"Wreck me. Make me forget.”

Loki smirks. Once the words escape your lips, he pushes in, not stopping until every inch of his member is buried inside of you. The two of you moan in unison as he begins to move, yours being louder than his from all the attention you already got from him.

Every stroke of his fingers comes slow and purposeful, building the heat in your stomach. Every kiss drips with love against your sweaty skin, full of unspoken promises. Every move of his body in yours is deliberate, wringing every last drop of pleasure he can coax from your body.

He is the kind of lover you dreamed about, committed to pleasing you above all else, making you feel everything again and again and then once more for good measure.

Breathless little moans fall from his lips, warm panting against your skin with each sharp snap of his hips. Closing your eyes, you mirror his movements, clinging to him, desire rippling up your spine. Breath suddenly punches from your lungs, you tumble headfirst over the edge with a low, satisfied moan.

“There you go, that’s it,” he whispers encouragingly, sucking the smooth skin on your shoulder as you tremble in his arms, spiraling further and further. You hope you never stop falling.

He follows you shortly after.

Through the haze of the deep serenity he studies your face as he lays beside you. Your eyes are closed, your hair tousled, and a blush colored your sweaty cheeks. You are beautiful.

He moves his hand over your warm, flushed skin and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, before pressing a long kiss against your forehead. Slowly, as you re-find your energy or maybe the control over your muscles, your hand comes up to cup his jaw, your eyes opening ever so slightly. Your thumb brushes over his cheek and he leans into the touch.

He smiles, being truly and utterly happy for the moment, and the two of you doze off. The warmth and security of his arms and gentle aftercare make you fall even harder for the God of Mischief.

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Tagged by: @mini-uzzy! Thank you <3

Post you last 7 lines of your WIP

My WIPs are breaked down in different chapters, on different documents. These "chapters" follows how Priscilla and Anthony met, how they worked together in their organization...basically, a background of their relationship. I have a separate doc for Priscilla's background story, in an scp format but maybe I'll show that....when I'm not shy anymore? LMAO Anyways, without further ado, here's the last 7 lines paragraphs of the current WIP chapter (with incomplete ideas, paragraphs and lines omitted). This was written last March and programming and school (overall) drained me so I haven't had the time to proofread it again haha!

“Project Imera…,” he continued. “She was looking for Wuest’s files. Powell managed to flee from them even if she was critically wounded. That’s when she reported to Clef. They were on lockdown an hour later, but Morris already escaped.”

“That’s where you come in, Harrison,” Priscilla said. She willed out her spectral arms and eyes. With one of her spectral hands, he grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground effortless. It squeezed his neck, arms scrambling on the spectral arm for purchase. He choked, trying to push her off. He thought of using his magic on her, but the thought of hurting her, even if she’s hurting him, stopped him, even if he was hurt by the revelation. He gritted his teeth. “I need to know whether you work for her, Anthony.”

He tried looking around, but all other operatives were nonchalant. It looked like this happens around them all the time. Alpha 7-2 approached them quickly. “Priscilla, he’s been with us ever since he was enrolled in the Cadet School. I don’t think he’ll risk his experience and skill for that.”

The Sergeant shook his head, “You’ll never know, Zander.”

The hand choked him harder, making him gag. His eyes looked at her. She was looking up at him, her brows were slightly furrowed, lips curling downward. Her eyes, gold; glowing brightly, searching something from him. The spectral eyes floating an inch above her head, acting like a crown, slowly spun around, eyes moving around, not stopping to look at one spot, except the bigger middle one, shaped like a diamond, pupils placed horizontally.

His mouth moved on its own, his voice straining, whispering under his breath, “You’re beautiful.”

Her frustration eased with shock; lips open slightly, brows scrunched up. He didn’t mean to say that, but she was goddamn beautiful. She looked like a goddess. A goddess strong enough to kill him if she wants to. Even if in the hands of death, his love for her swelled more. The hand eased up on his neck, but it was still there, reminding him that it could crush his neck if she wills it to.

I tag @pralinesims @heronoriginals @damseljamsel @nurbsfirby and anyone who sees this! If ya'll comfy of course! <3

[mando-cyare]

Oh my god I’ve tried to write this ask so many times and I keep rewriting it because I don’t wanna fuck it up. 🥲

Hi! I’m new to your blog, I just uh.. stumbled in while fanfic-hunting after a mini Star Wars binge.

And I just gotta say, your ink stains series? Holy shit. First of all, the flawless way you do reader-inserts without doing “y/n” is amazing. I know it takes a lot of hoop-jumping to get the wording just right, the sentence structure laid out so you can mention your name being used without having to use y/n. And you do it so well it looks effortless, it just flows.

Second: the way you write Maul? Oh my god. We’ve just scratched the surface of him as a character in your series, and already you’ve outlined so much in emotional depth, the perspectives you offer into HIS point of view, into how HE feels and thinks things, it’s just beautiful. You’ve given enough insight that it makes the reader curious, want to know more, to explore him as you shape him. Your perception of his character is beautiful, and the way you offer details to who he is as a person within this story, without overloading or coming too strong in the beginning, is a dance of words that you have down to an art.

Anyway I just really appreciate your writing, thank you for offering it for others to read 💕 I was wondering if I could be on your tag list, as well, for when you update the series? 👉🏻👈🏻

Wow.

Just wow.

This is such a heartwarming message and it was so wonderful to come back to. I love Maul so much, and he's such a complex, wonderful character to explore, and I am so SO glad you enjoyed that exploration. I'm still getting back into the swing of Tumblr but I'll be making a post here for the next installment, Bitter Night, which is already posted on AO3.

Thank you so much for your wonderful message 🥰

[andraxicated]

Asking jjk men to do a trend/thirst trap

Pairings: Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna x f!reader

Tags: suggestive | established relationship | profanities

a/n: this trend

Gojo

"Of course! But I'm too busy for this week, I'll do it when I have time <3" Gojo texts you back to your request of him doing that trend you found. Having no courage to ask him this personally, you resort to texting him to save face in case he refuses. But honestly, Gojo would never refuse a request from you especially if it includes boosting his ego. He does what you say without questioning it because he's that confident.

Actually jealous of the 'blueprint' you sent him and rolls his eyes when he sees the editing skills of the guy. Gojo claims to be better than that and spends his time studying how to edit.

Because of him being busy in sorcerer work; he just sends you the video he made with a wink emoji and an attachment message: "ya got what you asked for?". You smile at his cocky attitude and play the video he sent you.

"Oh fuck-" You squeal, letting out a silent scream because your rationality is crumbling down as you see your boyfriend doing the trend; exceeding your expectations. Your colleagues look over to you but they soon get back to typing on computers.

Three different panels moving around: one with his usual work outfit, black shirt without the blindfold, and whatthefuck another where he's naked?? You see a peek of his other limb

"I-Im gonna kill him. This is so not safe for work." You cover your mouth from screaming, back hunched as you take in the full glory of your boyfriend who's awaiting your reply.

Satoru: " You okay? You didn't pass out?🤒"

Toji

"No. You always see me anyway what's the point?" Toji immediately shuts down your request as you roll around the bed, throwing a tantrum, pleading to him with whines and groans. Toji has always been a very tough nut to crack. He won't simply ask what you want him to do, so he just needs a little push to make him bend to your will.

"You're really not gonna do it?" You ask with a challenging lilt as Toji clicks his tongue. He has known you long enough that he already expected what you were gonna do.

"No." "Okay, I'll just keep looking at these guys, they're much hotter anyway." At hearing this, Toji snatches your phone with a growl and goes out of the bed exiting the room.

"I don't know how to edit shit so don't expect a good result." He grumbles and glares at you while you clap and scream as he shuts the other room's door at your face.

A few hours later, on Toji's lap, you watch the video as he takes some peeks at your face to know your reaction. He's lowkey nervous and embarrassed because this is so not him.

Your jaw drops so hard at the effortless charm your husband displays with his grey sweatpants get-up. Toji's smirks and smiles throughout the video make your whole body tremble.

"Toji, you don't even need to edit!" You say to him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pepper kisses along his face and neck.

"Are you happy now?" He asks you like a child who got their wishes and you nod happily. "I'm gatekeeping you" You whisper playfully while his hands rest on your ass.

"damn right"

Nanami

You always respected Nanami's boundaries in fear of him getting uncomfortable with your actions and in return he respected yours. Asking him to do this internet crap would probably cross the line and be the doom of your relationship.

"No" A hard no from Nanami that made you feel so small and uneasy. He looks over at you, checking your reaction and feeling bad because he refused.

Coming home from work one night, you exchange your shoes for the house slippers and confusingly entered the dim house. It's your boyfriend's day off today but the house seemed empty, save for the bright little kitchen bulbs.

"Nanami?" Worry was beginning to take over you as you continue to whisper his name, walking the hallways. Shaking hands grip the doorknob as you press your ear closer to the wooden door.

"ahhhhhhhhhh cause I really need somebody, tell me are you that somebody"

A snort comes out of your mouth and the corners of your mouth automatically turn up as the song continues. The feminine urge to just barge into the room and scream "caught in 4k!" is so strong but if you probably do that, you won't ever see the video he's currently making.

You wait in the kitchen, scrolling at your phone, messaging friends about how lucky you are in your relationship and, receiving some bitter but friendly replies from them. Nanami then comes out of your room with a loose necktie, face with an expression you've never seen from him.

"hi" You wave over at him mockingly.

"hi"

You perch your head on your hands, elbows rested on the counter; sending Nanami a gaze that both of you knew.

"So when are you gonna show me the video?"

Sukuna

"Are you kidding me?" Sukuna asks with a menacing tone that's supposed to scare the wits out of you but years of being with him made you immune. You shook your head and show him the example video of the guy. Sukuna glares at the phone as if it's his worse enemy to encounter yet.

"I want you to that."

"Who are you to order me around? And babe..." He sighs, massaging his forehead, jaw tense at your stubbornness that's egging him on. Yeah, really who are you to order him around?

You laugh at him causing Sukuna to stop massaging his temples and look at your smiley face. "It's okay, I was just joking around." You kiss his cheek and bury yourself in his warm arms, hoping to forget the awkward atmosphere.

Well, Sukuna definitely knew you weren't joking. He keeps looking at himself doing the trend, one click away from sending you the video but he can't seem to do so. He lays on the bed facing the ceiling, upper body bare, lower half only with dark blue jeans that you said he looked sexy in.

He laughs at the memory that made his heart swell with the overwhelming love he had for you.

"This girl makes me do shit I don't do."

He gets back up and sends you the video, burning holes through his phone until he threw it beside him on the bed.

"She'll like it, she always did." He internally comforts himself.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Dumb Bunny Ch1 (of 3)

Marvel | Starker

It was an honor being invited to work with Tony in his lab, but Peter keeps making these little mistakes that leave him wondering if he's not cut out for it. When Tony downgrades him to the lab's maid, Peter realizes that maybe being smart just isn't for him. He's starting to feel dumber by the day after all.

Rating: Explicit

Fic Tag

Tags: @starker-oasis

Warnings and fic tags below

Warnings and tags: dumbification/dumb kink, maid uniform, noncon, brain washing, slapping/hitting, humiliation, dehumanization, Sim!Tony

A/N: **I chose to use the rape/noncon tag but it just doesn't capture what's happening here. Peter is consenting because of Tony's brainwashing, but minus the humiliation aspect he might have slept with him anyway, but also if he understood what was happening he would run far far away <3

Working in a lab next to the Tony Stark was next to impossible. Not because it was impossible that Tony had even asked him to, but because the man was incredibly distracting. He was gorgeous and his presence demanded attention. Peter knew that some of it was to do with the pheromone he had developed, a pheromone that his body was encouraged to produce thanks to Extremis and made him more attractive to both men and women. It wasn't just that though. It was everything about him. Sometimes it made Peter a little clumsy.

"Shoot!" Peter hissed. The wrench in his hand had slipped and landed right on his foot. He groaned and leaned against the table beside him. He'd been staring again and there was no way that Tony didn't know.

"You alright, Pete? You're an awfully clumsy boy aren't you?" He smirked.

Peter felt his sore toes. They probably weren't broken this time. "Sorry, sir. I'm okay. I think..."

"Friday?"

"Body scan shows no critical damage, sir. Only a rather large bruise," she answered.

"Why don't you sit out for a bit, kid."

"No, I'm-"

He raised his eyebrows. "Now you know better than that, Peter. Go have a seat. It's bad enough I have to keep explaining things to you, but now I have to keep an eye out for your butter fingers? Give us both a break okay, kid?"

Peter nodded, fighting back tears. He turned away from his work station and sat down on one of the couches. He watched as Tony continued to work. He made it look so effortless.

A couple of days later it was more of the same. He felt so distracted. Between Tony's sex coated aura and the terror of disappointing him again, Peter was struggling.

"Okay, Mr. Stark. I think it's ready." Peter picked up his tablet and approached the Iron Man drone at the center of the room.

"Let's see it, kid." Tony came to stand beside him. Peter swallowed and stared down at the tablet. Then he booted up the drone.

Everything initialized correctly and Peter let out a breath, but the second he relaxed was when everything went wrong. The drone shifted its stance and lunged at Peter. He dodged out of the way and it went skidding past. Mr. Stark grabbed it by the face plate.

"Power down," he commanded. Peter closed his eyes in relief. Thank god he hadn't messed up Tony's overrides.

When he opened his eyes Tony was looking at him strangely. His face was so... predatory. Peter shivered.

"Mr. Stark?"

He let go of the drone and paced towards him. He crouched and took the tablet from his hands. He chuckled and Peter smiled automatically, but his stomach knotted when he realized what a cold sound it was.

"Such a simple mistake, Peter. A beginner syntax error. Didn't you check the code before you decided you were done?"

"Of course..."

Tony stood. He towered over him, staring down at him with a look that filled Peter with dread. "Go home, Peter."

He turned away, walking back toward his station. Peter stood and nervously brushed himself off. "I'm sorry, sir..." Tears stung in his eyes. He clenched his jaw, holding them back.

"It's nothing I can't fix. I'll call you."

Peter hurried off before he could lose control. He only made it to the elevator before he broke down in tears.

Tony called him back to the lab a few days later. Peter was nervous, but he felt confident that he could prove himself worthy again. He just needed to stay focused.

When he came up to the lab, his usual station was empty. As in, everything had been removed. Tony hadn't called him here just to formally kick him out had he? He was arrogant, but he wasn't cruel. Not on purpose anyway.

"Mr. Stark?"

"There you are." Tony came around the corner. Peter was relieved to find him smiling. He actually looked happy to see him again.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"You're late. Did you forget how the buses work?" he teased.

Peter blushed. "I didn't realize I was late... I'm sorry."

"Don't sweat it." Tony came closer and pulled him into a hug. He was surprised at first. Tony had never hugged him before, but it felt so good. He melted into it, inhaling his cologne. It was different today, heady.

Tony pulled back leaving him feeling warm and a bit giddy. He couldn't help but smile.

"Now, since you're having some trouble around the lab I thought we could find a new use for you. I'd hate not to have you hanging around. It's been a while since the place had a nice dusting. What do you say?"

"You want me to clean?"

Tony laughed. "Isn't that what I just said? Come on, I'll show you where the supplies are."

He kept his arm wrapped around Peter's shoulders. It was hard to deny that the attention felt good. Sure, it stung that Tony wasn't going to let him work in the lab anymore, but at least if he were here he might be able to earn his trust again.

Tony opened up a tall cabinet in the corner stuffed with cleaning supplies. Peter was pretty sure that he had machines to do most of this stuff, but maybe he was mistaken.

"This is everything you need, but I'm expecting you to have questions. You know where to find me right? Right over there by the monitors." He pointed.

Peter nodded, blushing. He wasn't a baby. He didn't need this amount of direction. And yet, when Tony walked away he wasn't sure what to do next. Tony had mentioned dusting, so maybe that should be first. He found himself a rag and some dust spray and started in the corner, working his way out. By the end of the day, he felt like he'd done a pretty good job.

He went to find Mr. Stark over at his station. "Mr. Stark? The dusting is done."

Tony looked up and glanced around the lab. "Looks like we found something you're actually good at. Something mindless." He turned around and looked at Peter. He blushed when Tony began to chuckle.

"Come here."

Peter approached cautiously. Tony reached out and held his face in his hand while the other brushed over his face. "Did you dust with your face, silly boy?"

His fingers ran over his lips and his skin tingled. He lost his breath and his mouth fell open. Two of Tony's fingers slipped into his mouth and he shivered as they ran over his tongue.

"Dumb little bunny," Tony said.

It should have been humiliating, but he said it so fondly that it felt like praise. Eager for more, Peter wrapped his lips around those fingers and sucked. Pleasure sang under his skin as Tony smiled. Those fingers pushed back into his throat and he gagged, spit rushing into his mouth. Tony pulled his fingers out and wiped them clean on his cheeks.

"That's two things you're good at." Tony winked. Peter stood feeling completely dumbfounded. What just happened? Why did he just do that? Tony pet the top of his head. "You look cute like that. Mouth hanging open, eyes glassy. Dumb bunny suits you."

Peter quickly closed his mouth. He stared down at the floor, not knowing where else to look. He didn't know what to do or say. Everything felt so confusing around Tony, but especially after that.

"It's time to go home, kid. Run along. Be back in the morning. There's plenty for you to do."

Peter swallowed. "Yes, sir," he said. Then he turned and left in a daze.

He came back bright and early the next day. It was barely morning, but somehow he was more excited than he'd ever been to see Tony. Being downgraded to his maid should have been humiliating, but he didn't hate it. At least he still got to hang out at the lab.

Tony seemed happy to see him. His bright smile made his stomach flutter. He'd never seen Tony so happy. Maybe this was good for the both of them.

"Good morning, Mr. Stark," Peter greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Peter. I have something for you."

"Really? What is it?" He came closer and watched as Tony picked up a bundle of black fabric from the work bench.

"Your uniform."

Peter took it and let the material fall revealing a genuine maid's dress. He would have laughed, but this wasn't some cheap costume. The fabric was soft and thick, not that slick costume material you get at Spirit Halloween. The apron had real pockets, not the sewn kind and the skirt had just enough fluff underneath that it would look nice without being a hindrance. Not that Peter had looked at very many maid uniforms before...

"Well, go put it on. I had it fitted for you, so of course it'll be perfect."

Peter blinked up at the man. He was so serious and casual about the whole thing that he felt dumb even questioning it.

"Thank you, sir," he said somewhat hesitantly. Then he turned and went to put the dress on. It did in fact fit him perfectly, though maybe it was a bit short. The body of the dress hugged his skin, but it wasn't uncomfortably tight. The skirt flared out right at his hips and the sight of it made him blush. He looked so feminine, but also not like a girl at all. Not with the way the fabric accentuated his flat chest and broad shoulders. The matching shoes were shiny black Mary Janes with short little heels. Pretty, but practical for cleaning. Way too much thought had gone into this outfit for it to be a joke.

Peter walked back to the lab, blushing as the fabric swished around his legs and air moved between his thighs. He felt vulnerable.

Tony was already busy at work. Peter stood beside him and smoothed down his skirt. "What do you think?"

Tony glanced up from his screens. "Looks lovely. Now show me what a good little maid you make. Do the floors today."

"Yes, sir." Peter marched away to the cleaning cupboard. He worked his way around the room with the broom. He didn't let a single crack or corner go unswept. He even pushed out some of the toolboxes from the wall to get behind them. Once he had a big pile of dirt he grabbed the dust pan and bent over to pick it up. Cool air hit his ass and the backs of his thighs. Heat rushed to his face and down his neck. He'd forgotten how short the skirt was. He swept up quickly and put the broom and dustpan back before returning to Tony.

"Um... Mr. Stark?' Peter chewed his lip.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He didn't look up from what he was doing, but Peter knew he didn't need to.

"I was wondering about the dress..."

Tony finally glanced at him. "It looks beautiful on you, dear."

"No- Well it does, it's just... It's a little short."

Tony turned fully towards him now, eyebrows raised. "You think I didn't have it made exactly how I wanted it? Do you think I mistook your measurements?"

Peter's mouth went dry. "Oh..." he said.

Tony smiled gently. He reached out and held Peter's chin, thumb running over his skin. "Silly bunny. Thinking isn't for you, you know that. Go back to cleaning." He turned away, leaving Peter dismissed.

Peter smoothed the back of his skirt as he turned. It was so short but... Mr. Stark liked it so... then it was okay? It was all so confusing, but Mr. Stark was a genius after all. He understood what he was doing.

Peter finished up mopping the floor. He was surprised when he was done, but it actually felt good. He hadn't really needed to think about what he was doing. Yet the result was a nice shiny floor that he was proud to show off.

He hurried over to Tony at his workbench. "I'm finished, Mr. Stark!" Peter leaned to one side to look over Tony's shoulder at what he'd been working on. The code looked familiar. In fact he was pretty sure that was his.

"Hey, isn't that-" Peter gasped as Tony turned and slapped him. He held his aching face and looked up at him with watery eyes.

"That's too difficult for you, Peter. Did you forget already? Science isn't exactly your area."

His face burned. Tony's disapproving face was almost worse. Was he really so stupid that he couldn't even look at it?

Tony caught his chin and pulled his head back up. "Say 'thank you', Peter."

"Thank you, Mr. Stark," Peter said, but he wasn't really sure why. For hitting him?

Tony smiled. "I'm doing a lot for you by showing you what you're good at. Remember how good you are at this?" His finger ran over Peter's bottom lip and he opened his mouth without thinking. Tony pushed it inside and he sucked on it.

"See? This is what you're made for, Peter. Trust me. I'm a genius." He pulled his finger back and forth like he was fucking his mouth with it.

Peter's eyes welled with tears. Why did he like this? Why wasn't he mad over being slapped? He felt so confused. So brain dead.

Tony pulled his finger away. "Oh, sweetheart. Don't cry." He pulled Peter onto his lap and it made him cry even harder. "Some people just aren't smart. There's nothing wrong with that." His hand rubbed his thigh slipping just under his skirt. It felt good, so good that blood was rushing south and he was never going to stop craving his hands on him now.

Tony fingers found the bottoms of his briefs under the skirt. "We'll have to get you something more appropriate to wear under your uniform. Briefs really aren't right for a skirt, don't you think?" He laughed. "No, you don't think, do you."

Tony kissed his forehead and Peter hated it, but he wanted so much more than that. He should have been mad at him, should have hated him, but he couldn't really be that mad when he was clearly right? He was dumb.

[lover-of-skellies]

i will very excitedly be awaiting for when you share more about shadow!papyrus and sleep paralysis!nightmare ueueue <3

(also if you want to tag me in any of those posts i would not be mad for at this point i am VERY invested and am taking whatever you have to offer.)

Pffft X3 I'm really happy to hear that you like them, dude!

My memory is god awful so I can't promise that I'll always remember to tag you in anything, but I will most definitely try to :p

For now,, a lil thing with sleep paralysis!noot noot: he can still sense the emotions of anyone and everyone that's around him. This means you should definitely be concerned, because if he pieces together that anyone's being a simp for him, he's gonna find a way to exploit that. As far as he's concerned, it could be a weakness, and while he really doesn't need any extra help doing what he does best (terrifying people), he still enjoys it to some extent anyway

His favorite holiday is probably Halloween too, since sometimes people binge watch scary movies/videos online or scare each other. He feeds on fear (even when you can't see him), so to him, it's a ridiculously simple, effortless way of obtaining a free meal

[dean-winchesters-gardian-angel]

The Same bed - Chapter 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Friends are there to help each other out, but can they help falling for each other when all the long days they spend together turn into late nights they have and their reliance on each other.

Word count: 2544

Warnings: Fluff, angst, description of blood and injuries, nightmares, slow burn.

A/N: Chapter 4! Off we go. Read it enjoy and I’ll see you on the other side. There’s also a tag list, so be sure to tell me if you want in, as well as a masterlist so be sure to check it out. As are the latests, Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

Series masterlist 

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Dean didn't sleep that night, too busy cursing himself for hurting Y/N and simultaneously afraid he may have a nightmare. He had gotten up several times with the intention of going to her room and seeking forgiveness if she'd give it to him, though he wouldn't blame her if she refused. Instead, he'd pace around his room or make it as far as her door before heading to the bathroom to wash his face rather than knocking.

The next night Dean had been too exhausted to stay awake, now accustomed to getting around 8 hours he passed out some time just after 2 in the morning while everyone else slept soundly. Dean managed to get just over an hour of shut-eye before waking up to one of his worst nightmares. He jolted up with a scream though quickly cut himself off as to not wake anyone. Nevertheless, he was half a scream too late as Y/N sat up in her own bed wanting to go check on him but refused due to her own stubbornness.

Dean mumbled a 'son of bitch' before getting up and making his way to the kitchen to get started on some coffee. Dean was given about 2 hours to contemplate his idiocy towards Y/N before his brother found his way to the kitchen.

"Dean?"

"Huh? Hey, morning."

"Man, you look like trash."

"Oh, thanks you're not so bad yourself in the shorts." Sam looked to his running shorts before rolling his eyes.

"You always did give me a hard time for wanting to stay in shape."

"Hunting keeps you in shape, not some little jaunt you do every morning. Hey, speaking of, have you found any new cases seems like forever since we've killed a deserving asshat."

"I've been talking to Jody and Donna, they've got a lead on a vamp nest, said they're heading out in two days and we're more than welcome to tag along."

"So, tomorrow. What time."

"They wanted to hit it just after sundown. So, we would leave tomorrow morning if you're interested."

"Oh, I'm interested, give me some' to kill."

"Dean are you sure you're okay. You usually become self-destructive when you've got something going on, something you need to talk about."

"I'm fine, Sammy."

"I'd mention that Y/N isn't sleeping in your room anymore, but I think that'd just make you mad considering that's probably what's bothering you."

"So much for not mentioning it." Dean swallowed what was left in his coffee cup before washing it and setting it in the dry rack. He made his way back to his room hoping his brother would take the hint and leave for his run, which he did. Once he heard the bunker door shut Dean went back to the kitchen to have another cup of coffee. As he sat down the sound of footsteps padding down the hall alerting him that Y/N had awoken. Dean straightened his posture as she entered the kitchen making her way to the cabinet to fish out a mug without making eye contact.

"Morning Y/N."

"Oh my god! It speaks." She filled her mug before walking out having not looked him in the eyes once. Dean rested his chin in his palm kicking himself for having hurt her. After a deep sigh, he dragged his palm over his face closing his eyes momentarily allowing them some rest from the lights of the bunker. Dean strolled his way to Y/N's room and knocked on her door. He heard her sniffle some before the door swung open, Y/N standing in front of him, eyebrows raised clearly on her last nerve.

"I just wanted to let you know we've got a case tomorrow, with Jody and Donna, we've got to leave early-ish so, you know, you might want to pack today so you're not rushing. Anyway, just keeping you in the loop." Y/N looked at her best friend whose eyes were tired, red, and glossy, staring at the ground in front of him. She missed him, but she didn't know why he was angry at her.

"Thanks." She turned away from him intent on closing her door to block the view of the broken man she so deeply cared about and wanted to help, and he spoke.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?" Dean swallowed trying to think of what he wanted to say to her but came up with nothing. There wasn't anything specific he wanted to tell her in that moment he just wanted to be with her. In the same room sitting next to her, looking at her. He wanted to spend time with his best friend whom he had been missing lately but if there was one person more stubborn than Y/N it was Dean.

"Nothing...nothing." With a sad smile and a sigh, Dean walked to his own room with the aim of avoiding her, once again, all day.

Dean listens as Y/N played her music in her room and smiled when the Grease love song came though it wasn't given a chance to finish before Y/N skipped it. He could hear his brother and Y/N talking in the library during the day occasionally finding something funny as they giggled in unison. He missed having her, missed being the one laughing with her, or even just talking with her.

Nearing the end of the day, Dean made his way out of his room for the first time that to grab a snack before trying his hand at some forty winks, wanting to be rested up before their hunt tomorrow. The energy of the room sizzled to nothing as he entered the kitchen. Sammy and Y/N were sitting next to each other looking at pictures of haircuts on the internet.

"Seriously Sam, I've been cutting my own hair my whole life. Just let me add a little shape to it. A little trim here and there I can make you look like the handsome devil you really are."

"I'm not letting you cut my hair. I don't trust you not to just cut it all off. Besides, I don't—" Both their eyes looked up to Dean as he stood in the doorway observing their interaction. Once he noticed their gaze he moved to the counter, pulling a bowl from the cupboard and reaching for the box of cereal.

"Sam and I made pasta if you're hungry for real food." Dean looked over the noodles as his tummy growled, licking his lips.

"Dean, just have some, we're not gonna finish it. It'll just end up going to waste." He hesitantly looked over his shoulder forcing a smile to Y/N who had the smallest one of her on her face. She watched him as he traded his bowl for a plate. Dean plated himself some of the homemade food before Y/N gestured at the spot in front of herself and Sam along with the parmesan on the table. Dean took a seat not wanting to be impolite more so than he'd already been.

"Anyway, I'm trying to convince Sam to let me trim his hair."

"You're not touching my hair with a ten-foot pole."

"Oh, come on Sam it grows back. You'll see, it'll look really good and you won't even want to grow it back. Won't be in your eyes anymore, won't distract you during hunts, monsters won't be able to grab at it. You know I make a good case."

"Sure. But you're still not cutting my hair." Meanwhile, Dean was silently moaning at the flavours on his plate. Y/N watched as the eldest closed his eyes savouring the taste, before he spoke, displaying his voice to them for the first time since the early morning.

"This is kind of amazing. I don't think I've ever had spaghetti this amazing. What jar did you guys use?" Referring to the sauce that had his taste buds dancing on his tongue.

"Actually, Y/N made the sauce."

"My mum used to make these gigantic pots of spaghetti sauce and freeze it so we could have it whenever we want. I was missing it, so I made some from memory. It's not hers but I think it turned out alright. I know I missed something, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was." Dean looked up, his mouth full, to the women speaking, no longer focusing on him rather in her head desperately searching for the missing ingredient, as he swallowed.

"You made the sauce? From scratch?"

"Uh-huh. Yeah, I mean it's not really that hard just time consuming, you have to let it simmer for a little bit, but I think it's worth it. Once in a while at least."

"You mind if I have more?"

"Go right ahead. Sam and I both already had seconds." Dean finished what was left and helped himself to more before moving back to his spot at the table.

"Sam promised to make me the 'Winchester Surprise' one day? Said you used to make it for him." Sam looked to his brother who reminisced, thinking back to the worst meals he had prepared for his baby brother.

"It was terrible. Sam that's — to repay her for this. Seriously Y/N you won't want to eat anything we make for the rest of your life. It was god awful."

"As much as I believe you because I do, by the description, Sam gave me, oh boy, I'll still be the judge of that." Dean chuckled at her retort missing her effortless comebacks and modesty when it came to the things she was good at, though he found it frustrating when she didn't accept the compliment he'd give her. He wanted her to brag about how many Djinns she could kill in a week, or in this case how good the sauce was instead of saying it wasn't perfect, so he'd done it for her, telling his brother when she would do something 'awesome', as he'd put it, that made him feel proud to call himself her friend. The guilt he felt was sudden and overwhelming. Even after he'd gone days without speaking to her, after pushing her away so abruptly, she was still offering him dinner, the conversation, the casual smile, the eye contact. How he longed for her eye contact. She had always been able to communicate with him with her eyes. He craved her gaze, how her orbs would sparkle when she was happy or grow dark when hooded with anger. But the thing he loved the most about her eyes was the fact that when they looked into his, it was like nothing else mattered. He could see he had her attention, and he wouldn't want to look away.

"I'm—ehem— I'm heading to bed, didn't sleep well last night, gonna try to rest up before our hunt tomorrow." Dean looked to Y/N who had a saddened look on her face, clearly angry and confused as to why Dean wouldn't let her help him. When he noticed the look on her face, he realized his words and quickly made up an excuse for why he couldn't sleep hoping to ease Y/Ns mind indirectly.

"Maybe it was a full moon, could never sleep well during a full moon."

"Full moon was last week Dean." Y/N answered him with an unreadable expression along with it. He didn't respond in an effort to save what dignity he had left. He forced a smile in Y/Ns direction as he passed by, once he'd finished cleaning his dishes.

"You mind telling me what's going on between the two of you Y/N?"

"Honestly Sam I haven't got the slightest."

"I know you two were sharing a bed... was that like—"

"If you're suggesting that we were a thing then no. He slept better when there was someone in the room with him, so I was that someone. Then out of the blue, he got distant and said he didn't need me anymore so." She shrugged not sure how to further explain their recent exchanges. "I know he's not through with the nightmares though because I heard his screams last night. I didn't check on him 'cause I was angry at him saying they were done, and he didn't need me anymore, but it was petty. I wanted him to stew in his nightmare, remember how bad they were before I told him I'd stay. I just don't understand him, I didn't do anything to warrant his actions. I haven't bothered asking why he's mad at me and even if I did, he'd just ignore me some more so what's the point. He's being a child. He's acting like I killed his brother when really all I'm trying to do is cut his hair." Her joke succeeded in lightening the mood as Sam chuckled moving to the sink to clean off his plate.

"You're a good influence on him, you know?"

"Why's that."

"Well for starters, he washed his plate."

"Oh yeah, I yelled at him this one time for leaving a mess, which I'm pretty sure was actually mine from the night before, but he hasn't left dirty dishes since so I guess it all worked out." Sam outright laughed at that before excusing himself to prepare for bedtime.

By the time 8 o'clock rolled around the bunker was silent, everyone in their respective bedrooms reading or watching a little telly before getting some rest. Due to the lack of sleep the nights prior and the upcoming hunt, Dean closed his eyes tight willing the nightmares away as he gripped his sheets. It didn't take him long to doze off though and it didn't last long before he was startled awake by Y/Ns voice. "Dean! Wake up!" She looked terrified, holding Dean down by his shoulders. "You idiot. Get up."

"Y/N? Why? What's—" She dragged him out of bed to the bathroom.

"Look at your hand Dean." She could hear the anger in her voice frustrated with him for refusing her help. The help they both knew would work. Dean looked down at the palm she hadn't grasped as she marched him down the hall like a child in trouble. It was bleeding, trailing down his fingers, shards of dark glass still imbedded in the tender skin of his palm.

"How did—" It came out as a whisper, laced with sleep as he did his best to orientate himself. Y/N turned on the light in the bathroom before forcibly sitting him on the lid of the toilet.

"You must have grabbed the beer bottle on your nightstand in your sleep." Y/N had pulled out the first aid kit they had stored under the sink along with a pair of tweezers, kneeling in front of the older Winchester.

"Y/N you don't have to—"

"I swear Dean if you tell me you don't need my help one more time I swear," she looked up from his palm to glare at him, "I’m going to tie you down until you get past... what ever this is." She didn't break eye contact with him until he nodded, shamefully looking down at the injury he only now started to feel.

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Chapter 5 ~~ Out now!

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[yandere-flower]

Since Flo has brought this up, I think the apt/sitcom AU needs some more neighbors! So im thinking,

Zara visits darlings apartment and makes the exectutive decision to buy the whole building from Cliff and kick everyone out (except darling) so everyone has to figure out how to stop her. Honestly this may be like the last few episodes of a season and in the season finale everyone tries their last attempt to stop her, only for her to buy the building anyway. The next few episodes of the next season could be everyone not giving up and somehow finding a way to get the building back (there may be some plot holes feel free to change if you wish) Either way she ends up buying the biggest fanciest apartment in the building (im talking the apartment from Friends big) and always invites darling out to brunch or to go shopping together. I can see her competing HEAVILY with Cliff for that "I make enough money to pay your rent AND spoil you rotten" role and is honestly his biggest competition in that regard. I like to picture shes always remodeling her apartment just to keep Cliff busy and pissed off.

Zara: Have you talked to the redesigners yet? Those kitchen floors aren't going to redo themselves!

Cliff: I'll remodel your kitchen floors grumble grumble

Zara: Its so hard to find good work these days am I right everybody?

(Bonus: Antonio sometimes roots for Zara when her and Cliff go head to head)

I can see Olive being introduced as darlings clingy friend that starts hanging out at the apartments a ton and freaking out anybody who comes into the apartment who isn't darling by popping outta no where.

Sawyer: Oh yeah video game night with darling!!

Olive: *pops outta a pile of pillows and blankets on the couch* PEAKABOO

Sawyer: AH! WHAT THE-

Olive: Oh poo! Youre not my sweetheart!

Sawyer: *Trying to recover from a heart attack*

She ends up disapearing for a few days and everyone is relieved only for her to pop back up seemingly outta nowhere but this time in her own apartment in the building.

Olive: Did you miss me? Cuz I missed you darling! We're gonna have so much fun!

Now how Margo is introduced, maybe for the halloween special everyone thinks theres this one apartment thats haunted cuz the lights turn off and on, and they hear sounds coming from the door but no one (to their knowledge) lives there. They try asking Cliff but hes busy doing something (cough trying to formulate a plan to fuck darling cough cough) so they stay up one night to investigate. After some high jinx and little jumpscares they find out that the place isnt haunted, but instead occupied by a shy Margo who just came back home after a long work trip. She had bought the apartment in advance and moved everything in when the building was empty (perhaps during the lazer tag episode) as to avoid bumping into too many people.

Margo: You guys thought that I was a ghost? Thats awfully rude of you to assume.

Antonio: We never saw you!

Desmond: And I thought Mizu was a hermit

Mizu: HEY

I love and agree with literally everything you said, it's all so perfect and wow, you did AMAZING.

As far as Cliff and Zara goes, there's a few ways I could picture it

Scenario A) Zara buys the building, Cliff tries to fight this but it ends in Zara hiring him somewhat so she can focus on other things, not like he needs the money. The seasons B plot is Cliff and Zara constantly being petty to one another.

"I just think it's important for the elderly to have something to keep them going"

"I'm a professor"

"good for you"

Scenario B) Zara buys the building, and Cliff agrees without a fight. Zara is confused at first, until she suddenly gets a slew of complaints about the other yanderes, constant fixes, power outages from Mizu's power intake, Antonio assuming he can get whatever he wants, Desmond overstepping, Sawyer possibly doing crimes???, Ezra setting fire alarms off and just general chaos. The new season has a B plot of Zara asking Cliff how she can be rich and effortless like him and handle all this shit.

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Change - Ch. 1 | T E N

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 4,756

A/N - I’ve only been on my trip to the Caymans for a day and they are already going to be closing the airports in less than a week. yay me. but school is officially out for the rest of the month so I should have a ton more free time to write. not too excited about that though cause it’s my senior year and I’m afraid I’m going to miss out on a lot of the things I was looking forward to doing as a senior :(( anyways, how is everyone doing with the virus going on? I hope everyone is healthy and okay! enjoy this chapter!

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Y/N Uris had thought her parents divorce would be the biggest surprise she got that summer. Then came the killer clown turning into her worst nightmares and the Losers Club breaking up. But nothing could prepare her for almost a month after the incident when she opened the door someone had been furiously knocking on to find Bill Denbrough standing there.

The sight of him was enough to knock the air from her lungs, her eyes widening in surprise while Bill stared at her in equal shock with his hand still frozen in the air like he was about to knock on the door again.

"Bill?" Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy in shock because she still couldn't quite believe her eyes. She hadn't talked to Bill in a month. What was he doing here?

"Y/N," Bill breathed out, trying desperately to calm his frantically beating heart. How was it that just the mere sight of her was able to send his nerves into overdrive and make his brain go fuzzy when only moments before he had been the most confident he had ever been?

"What are you. . .what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, swallowing thickly as she looked to the boy in worry. "Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

Bill swore he about swooned at that. For even after the way they had ended things and a month of not talking, she was still concerned for his wellbeing.

It took him a moment before he was able to snap back to reality and he nodded his head, finally letting his hand fall back down to his side. "Yes, I'm. . .I'm fine. B-B-But Beverly is not," he said making the girl tense, her eyes widening once again.

"Beverly? What's wrong with Beverly?" Y/N questioned, now on high alert.

"I-I-I went to go visit her because I needed some advice about s-s-something, but when I got there it was like no one was home. I don't know how it h-h-happened but I ended up going towards the bathroom and I found a message wr-wr-written in blood on the wall," Bill explained while Y/N stared at him in horror, her mouth going dry while her stomach began to grow queasy. The young girl shook her head slightly, not wanting Bill to say the words that she knew he was about to say.

"It's got Beverly, Y/N. It has her."

Y/N didn't respond for a moment and Bill had never been more terrified in his life wondering what she was going to do next. Would she slam the door in his face? Maybe laugh? Would she even want to help? Who was he kidding, of course she would want to help. He was just wondering if she would forgive him or not.

"I'll go tell Stanley and then we can go get the others," Y/N finally said, nodding her head slightly as she let out a shaky breath. She didn't care if she was scared or not. Beverly was in trouble and Y/N would always do whatever it takes to keep her friends safe.

Bill barely had time to get over his surprise before Y/N was turning to head back into the house and find Stan. However, she hadn't even taken a step before Bill's hand suddenly lunged out, gently grasping onto the girl's wrist and causing her to jump in surprise before turning to look at him with a soft yet questioning look on her face.

"Bill?" Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over his face in confusion.

Bill merely stared at her with his mouth opening and closing for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. It took a second but he finally managed to swallow his nerves before he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Y/N froze at that and Bill looked down at the ground as he gently moved his hand from the girl's wrist to her hand. He used both of his hands to hold onto it tight as he began to speak.

"I'm s-s-sorry for what happened a month ago. Me risking your life and the lives of our fr-fr-friends wasn't cool and I'm sorry for the way that I acted. S-S-Seeing you walk away from me that day was the worst feeling in the world and n-n-not having you by my side for the past month was just as bad. I'm just. . .I'm s-s-so sorry," Bill muttered, his voice shaky as he gripped onto the girl's hands.

Y/N was silent for a moment as she stared at the boy, her gaze softening more and more by the second before she let out a small sigh and lunged out to wrap her arms around the boy. Bill stumbled back slightly, but managed to steady himself before looking down to see Y/N hugging him tightly with her head against his chest.

"I'm sorry too," she whispered. "For everything."

Bill blinked in surprise before melting into the girl's hold and wrapping his arms around her. He laid his head on top of hers and held her as close to his body as possible, squeezing his eyes shut tightly like he was afraid he would open them only to find that Y/N was gone.

Both of them could've stood there forever in each other's arms, relishing in the feeling of getting to hold each other once again, but they knew that their friend's life was at stake so they hesitantly pulled away to look at each other.

Bill kept his arms wrapped around the girl's waist while Y/N's hands fell down to rest on his arms. The two stared at each other and couldn't help but blush at just how close they were. Bill could feel his heart beating furiously in his chest and he desperately hoped Y/N couldn't hear it, but if anyone could, it wouldn't have been Y/N for hers was beating just as loud.

"I've missed you," Y/N finally admitted, her words making Bill's stomach erupt with butterflies while an effortless grin appeared on his face in response.

"I've missed you too," he whispered, the two's noses brushing against each other once before both realized that they had to pull away.

Reluctantly, the two pulled away and Bill dropped his hold from the girl. Y/N gave him the softest of smiles and Bill returned it before the girl turned and went to go get her cousin.

She returned moments later with Stan by her side and before they knew it, Bill and Stan were hugging as well, both boys happy to have their friend back by their side. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she watched the two, knowing that these little reunions were about to happen for each of her friends as they slowly got back together again.

The Loser's Club was officially back in business.

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Y/N wasn't quite sure what to feel as she rode down the street on her cousin's bike with the Losers by her side. Reuniting with her friends was probably the happiest she had ever felt in her life, but it was all off for the simple reason that Beverly wasn't there.

Y/N had missed them all and if the hugs she had received in return weren't proof enough that they had missed her too, then she wasn't sure what could prove that. Having already reconciled with Bill, Richie, and Eddie, that left only Ben and Mike for Y/N to reunite with and boy had she missed those two.

Mike hugged her as if he was afraid of losing her again which maybe he was seeing as from the stories he had told Y/N, he hadn't really had any friends up until the Losers Club. The moment she saved him from Bowers was the first act of kindness anyone in the town had shown him, so to say he had missed the girl was an understatement.

Then came Ben who, as the new kid in town, didn't have anyone else except for the Losers. They were without a doubt his best friends and he had even teared up out of pure relief once the other Losers had shown up on his doorstep and Y/N had pulled him in for a hug.

But now that they were all together again, minus Beverly who they were on their way to save, the group was biking through the small town of Derry on their way to the Well House to save their friend.

Mike had been smart enough to bring the gun he used for killing sheep and that plus the fact that she had her friends by her side were the only source of comfort Y/N looked to as the group came to a stop in front of the Well House.

For a moment it was like she was seeing herself running out of the house again, soaking wet with a bloody bandage wrapped around her calf and a screaming Eddie by her side while her friends ran out behind her. The thought was enough to make her gulp as she hesitantly got off Stan's bike, her cousin following suit before putting his bike stand up.

The last time Y/N had been here she swore she would never go into the house again, but now look at her.

She was hesitant to move as her friends all began to walk forward, but one nudge from her cousin had the girl turning back to see her curly haired best friend giving her a small reassuring smile as he linked his arm with hers. That was enough to give her the small push she needed and the two Uris cousins took in shaky breaths before walking after their friends and onto the property of the Well House.

"Guys, spikes," Bill announced as he noticed two metal poles with spikes on the end lying on the ground. He bent down to pick the objects up and, as he did, Eddie removed his fanny pack and tossed it aside as if it were nothing.

Y/N looked to her friend in surprise and Eddie just gave her a small smile before saying, "It's all bullshit anyways." Y/N gave him a questioning look and couldn't help but chuckle as she turned her attention back to Bill, the others all circling around.

Bill looked at the two metal poles before putting them together. He then stood up and stared at the weapon for a moment before looking to Y/N and holding it out for her. The girl lightly shook her head before pushing the weapon back to Bill. "I trust you more with that than me," she said, a small teasing manner in her voice that made Bill smile ever so slightly.

He gave her a tiny nod and opened his mouth to say something when the sound of glass shattering had the group turning to see that Richie had smashed a beer bottle onto the stairs. It was obvious he was hoping it would break and turn into a weapon, but all it did was break it so that it was even more useless than when it was a full bottle.

Richie stared at the broken bottle for a moment before looking to his friends. Y/N had to let go of her cousin in order to cover her mouth and middle her laughter, but Richie saw and sent her a small playful glare before throwing the bottle to the side.

Bill shook his head slightly at his friend before looking towards the house. "Let's go," he told them before he began to walk forward, the others quickly following in line behind him.

Y/N reached the door at the same time as Bill and went to open it only to hesitate with her fingers just above the door handle. Bill's eyes flickered from the girl's hand to her face, his gaze softening slightly at the hint of fear that was beginning to take over her. He could see her shaking hand and the sight of it made his heart drop.

Bill didn't even hesitate before reaching out and pulling Y/N's hand away from the doorknob so that he could interlock their fingers together. "Hey, it's okay. I won't let anything happen to you," Bill whispered to her reassuringly, the girl's eyes flickering over to lock with his as he spoke. He gave her probably one of the most sincerest looks he had ever given her and squeezed her hand as he whispered, "I'll protect you."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over the boy's face before she tightened her grip on his hand. Then, with a small nod from the girl, Bill reached out and unlocked the door before pushing it open.

The group then began to walk inside, making sure to climb over the wooden boards covering part of the doorway as they did. However, they didn't get far in before Y/N turned around to find that her cousin was still standing outside.

"Stanley?" Y/N questioned, stopping in her tracks and making the others stop as well.

"Stan, we all have to go," Bill insisted, his voice soft as he gave his friend a sympathetic look. He knew how afraid the boy must be which is why he didn't bother stopping Y/N when she let go of his hand to go over to her cousin.

If anyone could convince the boy to come into the house, it would be her. Bill had heard plenty of stories about her through Stan and it was obvious that the curly haired boy trusted her with his life.

"Stanley," Y/N softly said as she came to a stop on the other side of the door. The only thing separating the two cousins was the doorframe, but even that felt like a huge distance.

Stan let his eyes flicker over to his cousin, gulping slightly as he shook his head. "I can't do it, Y/N," he whispered, his voice shaky. "I can't."

"But Beverly was right," Y/N told him making the boy freeze as he stared at her in a way that screamed for her to give him one good reason why he should go inside. "If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us one by one. But if we stick together, all of us, we'll win. I promise."

Stan was silent as he stared at his cousin and all Y/N did was give him a small smile before holding her hand out. "I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy's face as she spoke. "I promise."

Stan could only stare at her before he finally gave her a small nod and reached out to take her hand. He let out a shaky breath before stepping into the house, his hand instantly gripping onto her own as he practically glued himself to her side. Y/N kept her hand in his and moved her other one so that she was holding onto his arm and rubbing it comfortingly.

Once she knew Stan was calmed down, the girl looked back to the others and her eyes locked with Bill's. She gave him a small nod and Bill took that as a sign for them to keep moving.

Bill began to move forward and the group followed after him, all of them shining their flashlights around as they tried to calm down their nerves. Y/N was seriously regretting this whole thing when Bill began to descend down a creepy staircase and into an even creepier basement, but she knew she couldn't let Stan see her hesitation, so she only took in a shaky breath and began pulling her cousin into the basement before either of them could think too much of it.

Bill lead them to the back of the basement where they found a well in the ground. "What the hell?" Y/N whispered, shuddering slightly as she realized they would have to go down that thing.

"Hey, Eddie, you got a quarter?" Richie questioned, hoping to lighten the mood.

Eddie quickly shook his head, a look of pure disgust taking over his features as he shuddered and whispered, "I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing."

The group crowded around the well before peering down inside to find that it went on for what seemed like forever.

"Beverly?" Ben called down, his voice echoing down the well and earning no response. Richie gave the boy a look that practically screamed 'do you really think she can hear you from down there?' but Ben ignored it, his worry for the red head being enough of a distraction already.

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike questioned and Y/N inhaled sharply as she nodded her head.

"That, my friend, is a great question," Y/N muttered.

"There," Bill announced causing the group to turn around to see his flashlight shining down on a lengthy rope laying on the floor. It didn't take long for the group to grab it and secure the rope to a pulley before Richie tossed the end down the well.

"All right. Come on," Bill announced before he stepped up onto the side of the Well and grabbed ahold of the rope. Carefully, he began to descend down into the well before Eddie followed right after him. Next went Richie, Stan, and Ben before finally Mike and Y/N were the last two left.

Y/N stared at the rope in front of her and tried to calm herself down, but her hands were shaky as she went to reach for the rope. Seeing this, Mike quickly grabbed the rope and pulled it closer so that the girl was able to grab onto it better.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered to which Mike gave her a small smile in response. The girl turned around and was just about to begin her descent when a loud whack was heard from behind her before Mike let out a yell.

Y/N jumped in surprise which made her slip, a scream escaping her own lips as she began to fall into the well. Luckily, she was able to grab onto the rope well enough to catch herself and she quickly turned around to see Henry Bowers throwing Mike to the ground.

"Mike!" Y/N cried out as she desperately tried to climb back up fast enough in order to help her friend.

"Die!" Henry exclaimed as he shoved Mike down to the ground again, the boy's gun being tossed to the ground a little ways away.

"Mike! Y/N!" the girl heard her other friends yell from down below, but she ignored it as she pulled herself up out of the well, effectively falling to the ground.

Y/N went to stand up, but Henry must've seen her because his hands were on her back and he effectively threw her to the ground beside Mike before she could even blink. The girl let out a small groan while she heard Henry begin to walk over towards the well.

"Y/N! Mike! Are you two okay?" she heard Stan cry out before the boys all gasped and muttered, "Bowers."

"Shit," Y/N muttered as she tried to pull herself up onto her feet. She could hear Henry laughing behind her and her friends all freaking out about the rope, but could barely process anything until two hands had grabbed ahold of her and were starting to help her up.

Y/N flinched slightly, but once she saw that it was only Mike, the girl let out a soft sigh. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her eyes glancing over the boy for any possible injuries.

"I'm fine. You?" he asked.

"Just pissed off," Y/N muttered before turning to glare at Henry Bowers who was pulling the rope out of the well. He tossed the rope to the side and turned his attention to the two before they could get up off the ground.

Mike was quick to position himself in front of the girl while Y/N desperately tried to look around for something that could help. Her eyes caught sight of the gun Mike had brought lying beside them and she nudged the boy slightly until he managed to see what she had seen.

"You didn't listen to what I told you, did you? You should've stayed out of Derry. Your parents didn't and look what happened to them. I still get sad every time I pass by that pile of ashes. Sad, that I couldn't have done it myself," Henry laughed while Y/N glared at the boy.

Henry went to say more, but before he could Mike felt his anger boiling up inside of him and went to reach for the gun. Henry saw this and instantly grabbed ahold of Mike while Y/N scrambled out from behind him.

The two began to struggle as they tried to take control of the gun, but Y/N wasn't going to let Henry hurt her friend like that and didn't think twice before barreling into Henry's side, effectively throwing the boy off of Mike.

However, she didn't see that Henry had just gained control of the gun and before she knew it, Henry had pinned her down by the throat and was pushing the gun to her forehead. The girl's eyes widened in surprise and she tried to move Henry's hand from her throat, but the boy merely laughed before going to pull the trigger.

Just when Y/N thought that this was going to be it, Mike managed to pull Henry off of her, the gun going off into the air instead of Y/N's forehead. Y/N's eyes widened in pure shock as she realized she almost died, but her attention was drawn back to Mike who somehow had gotten a rock and managed to hit Henry in the head, causing the boy to stumble back in surprise.

She didn't know what was running through her head at that moment, but Y/N didn't even think twice before pushing Henry back as hard as she could. A look of horror crossed over the boy's face as he tripped over the side of the well and fell into the depths below, screaming as he went.

"Holy shit!" Richie cried out from below while Y/N just stared at the well with wide eyes, her hands shaking before her.

Tears began to spring her eyes as she realized what she just did and she let out a small sob and she whispered, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What did I just do?"

Mike was quick to go over to the girl, catching her in his arms before she could fall onto her knees. Another sob left her mouth and she gripped onto Mike tightly like she was afraid she would fall apart if he wasn't there.

"I just killed someone. I just killed someone," Y/N cried. No one deserved to die like that. Not even Henry Bowers. And she had been the one to kill him.

"It was self defense," Mike assured her as he held her close and tried to calm down her shaky breathing. "He would've killed us if you hadn't done that."

"Self defense," Y/N muttered as she wiped away her tears. "Yeah, just self defense." Although not even that was enough to make her feel better about the situation.

"You saved my life, Y/N. You saved our lives," Mike whispered. "Now we have to go save Beverly's."

That was enough to bring Y/N back to reality and she shakily nodded her head before Mike helped her back up onto her feet. He hugged her for just a moment more before the two heard their friends yelling, "Y/N! Mike!"

The two were quick to run over to the well and Y/N tried not to grimace as she thought about Henry falling down. She had to focus on Beverly.

"Y/N! Mike!" Eddie yelled once he saw them, his voice high pitched as him, Bill, Richie, and Ben all looked up at them with wide eyes.

"We're okay," Mike assured them while the boys looked up at the two. Y/N numbly nodded in agreement, but she noticed that they had all turned their attention to her, each of them having to hear it from her themselves to know that she was okay.

"We're okay," Y/N finally muttered, letting out a shaky breath. The boys all relaxed at that and Y/N couldn't help but notice how they weren't yelling at her for killing someone. They seemed relieved in fact. After all, Mike was right. Henry was going to kill them if she hadn't done that.

Y/N turned and went to go grab the rope, but when she turned back around she caught sight of all the bullets for Mike's gun falling down into the well. "Shit," Mike muttered as he stared helplessly down below.

"How many do we still have?" Y/N questioned nervously, not really wanting to hear the answer but wanting to at the same time.

Mike turned to look at the girl and sighed slightly before whispering, "One."

Y/N was silent as she tossed the rope down into the well. "One is all we need," she assured him, despite both of them knowing that could very well be a lie.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike breathed out as hopefully as he could before the two looked away from each other, both letting out a shaky breath before looking to the rope.

"Let's go," Y/N whispered before she began to climb down, Mike following after her. It didn't take long for them to reach the others and before she knew it Y/N was being pulled into Bill's arms, the boy letting out a shaky breath of relief as he held her close to him.

Bill pulled away enough so that they could see each other, their noses brushing against each other while his eyes flickered over her face. "You okay?" he whispered, the concern evident in his voice.

"I'm okay," she whispered and that was enough to have Bill sighing in relief again before he hugged the girl once more. Y/N was quick to hug him back, rubbing a thumb against the back of her neck as she relished in his hold.

Mike wasn't too far behind her, so the two had to end their hugging in order for Y/N to move and Bill to help the boy. Y/N began to move back and that was when she was practically tackled into another hug from Richie and Eddie, both of which were bickering over who should get to hug her next.

Y/N merely chuckled and hugged the two before moving onto Ben, desperately wanting to get to the back where she knew her cousin would be waiting for her. Ben could see that, so he gave her a quick hug and told her how he was glad she was okay before moving on to helping Mike get into the passageway while Y/N smiled after her friends.

Finally, the girl turned around, but her smile faded once she was met with an empty tunnel. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N turned back around and shined her flashlight over the group as she looked over the people that were there.

It was only when she once again couldn't find the curly hair that belonged to Stan that she felt herself pale, her heart beating just a bit faster as she began to frantically look around.

"Uh. . .Guys," Y/N whispered as she looked around at all of the faces in front of her, a sickening feeling washing over her as she confirmed that someone was in fact missing. Everyone looked to her and froze once they saw the horrified look on her face.

"Where's Stanley?" she asked, her question instantly making everyone look around to find that the boy was in fact gone. Y/N felt as if she were going to be sick and she tried not to tear up out of pure fear as she looked around at the frightened faces of her friends.

"Where's my cousin?"

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