#work has had me goin nonstop

[kelleycubes]

TONIGHT (4/22) AT 8PM EST I RETURN! With Sweet @leviathan-teeth in one hand and Tony Soprano in the other. Tonight at 8pm we endeavor to create the best New Jersey Style farm Mob-to-Table experience two southern queers can provide.

Plus we'll kill someone probably

HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE <333

[l33bang24]

OMG It’s You… (Part 5)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Lee Know scolding his Hyung, talks of feeling guilty, jealous, frustration, crying, family issues, Chan and reader not feeling good enough, Chan feeling like a bad leader, teasing, comforting, talks of mental and emotional abuse

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Third Person POV

Chan, feeling guilty, had been standing outside the Maknae/Lee Know’s door. Ever since he himself got onto Felix about being so obsessed with Y/N’s channel, his little Aussie brother has been avoiding him. The only time he interacts with Chan is when he has to, otherwise he avoids him like the plague. It didn’t help that his mind kept replaying his conversation with Lee Know after said dance leader came over to talk to him.

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Flashback

Lee Know has been pacing back and forth in front of his only Hyung. His emotions were all over the place. Chan’s eyes were following his every move. He was waiting for him to explode. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he did. Lee Know finally speaks up. “Do you know what I walked into, mmhm? Our son crying, because not only did his brothers tease him, but his own Father got onto him about something he can’t control.” He stops pacing and Chan’s body stiffens. His eyes were wandering all around Lee Know, trying to gauge what his next move is going to be.

“I’ve told you time and time before just how sensitive he can be when it comes to her. You and I both just how easy it is to get attached to something or someone. Yet you let your emotions control your actions and you took it out on someone. Did you even apologize like I told you to?” Chan looked away, making Lee Know scuff. “How am I not surprised?” Chan goes to open his mouth, but Lee Know stops him. “I don’t care how stressed out you are about this new comeback.” Lee Know finally sits down beside his Hyung. “Look, you know that I will always support you and have your back. I’ve always looked up to you Chan Hyung for how much responsibility you take on for us, and I know it’s not easy being the leader of a group. Sometimes you forget that you’re not alone and you have people who want to help you.”

Chan nods his head, trying to keep his tears at bay, but even his younger brother can see he’s struggling. Lee Know surprises his Hyung by wrapping his arms around him. At first Chan didn’t know if he was just imagining it or not, but then Lee Know speaks up. “Are you going to hug me back or not? Because I will pull away.” Lee Know teases him and that’s all Chan needed before he returns the hug. Chan lets a few tears slip from his eyes, holding on to Lee Know. “I’m sorry Min. You’re right, I do let things get to me. I guess the fight between them too was my breaking point.”

When Lee Know finally pulls back after some time, he looks up at Chan. “I know, but just remember that I can help you. You’re not alone.”

End of Flashback

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They ended up staying like that for a while. Lee Know telling him that if he apologizes to Felix, then that should fix the problem. At least he hopes it will. Finally knocking on the door, Lee Know opens it. “That took you a while.” He teases his Hyung, making said Hyung roll his eyes playfully. “Is he in his room?” His other half bobs his head. “He’s been in there for a while. He’s come out to eat, but then goes back to his room.” Chan acknowledges him before going over to his little brother’s room. He knocks on the door and hears movement inside. Footsteps reach the door before the door knob turns, revealing Felix.

Felix, seeing his oldest Hyung, goes to close the door, but he gets stopped by Chan. “Can we please talk Felix?” Before Felix can respond, Chan continues. “You don’t have to say anything. I’d like to apologize to you if you’ll let me.” Felix knew that he couldn’t avoid his leader forever, so he lets his Hyung in. Chan enters the room, taking in his surroundings. He could see that he’d been playing a game, but he had been listening to Y/N’s channel. He sighs to himself. Chan places a bag on his nightstand filled with goodies.

“I know that I can’t win you over by food, and I don’t expect you to eat it. I was at the convenience store and picked up some things I know you like.” Chan moves to sit on Felix’s bed while Felix goes to sit in his gaming chair. Chan looks down at his hands before saying what’s on his mind. “I shouldn’t taken my frustration on you.” Felix is avoiding eye contact with Chan and wringing his hands together. Chan continues, watching Felix closely. “With everything going on and me worrying about things I can’t control, the argument you had with Seungmin just topped it off. I let my own emotions control my actions and I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair to you.”

Chan wants to hold his little Sunshine, but he’s afraid he’ll make things worse than it already is. Then again it’s not like Felix is making it better either. He knew that avoiding the impending confrontation wouldn’t go away on its own. Felix takes a glance at his leader to see that he’s struggling too. Chan’s never exploded on any of his members before, especially not Felix. He knew that instead of trying to make things better for Felix, he made it worse to point where he’d locked himself in his room crying. When Chan learned this from Lee Know, he never felt as guilty as he did now. He’s always had this feeling like he fails at being a leader, but what he did to Felix really pushed him over the edge.

Chan looked over at the video Felix had been watching. It’s the same one that Felix loves. Chan didn’t express just how much he loved seeing her. The only one that knows is Minho. The dance leader found his Hyung crying while watching that video. Everyone knew, especially his members, how hard of a time he went through while training for those 7 years. He’s told everyone that his members saved his life and his members know this all too well. When he first found Y/N, he felt this emotion in his chest and it didn’t feel like happiness. He felt like she was trying to copy him and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He held some kind of resentment towards her, but one day it all changed.

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Chan had been trying to avoid watching Y/N’s videos, but it was as if she was everywhere. From his FYP on TikTok to YouTube, even Instagram. From his members to the Stays that wouldn’t stop talking about how wonderful she was. It was as if the Universe wouldn’t leave him alone. He couldn’t escape from seeing her beautiful face and those gorgeous y/e/c eyes that haunted him every time he closes his own. He could almost hear her contagious laughter in his head. You’d think he was going insane and needed to be put in an asylum.

He’d had enough with all of it. At this point he was ready to throw his own laptop at the wall. He couldn’t focus on the task at hand anymore. He’s never been this frustrated about someone he’s never met. She’s everywhere he goes yet not there in physical form. He wishes he could find some way to get rid of her, that way he could focus on making music for all these comebacks that are coming up. It didn’t help that all of his members were talking about the latest video she posted.

Finally having enough he forcefully pushes himself away from the desk and it’s down on the couch in the studio. He sees that she just recently posted a new video within the last hour or two. It had already gotten over a million views and 300 thousand likes. He presses down on the video before watching it. She shows up on the video and she looks like a wreck. Eyes bloodshot, nose and cheeks are red and puffy, tears flowing down her cheeks leaving tear stains. She looks like she has been crying for hours. Her hair is a mess, she’s wearing baggy clothes. But one thing that stands out to Chan is she’s wearing a Stray Kids hoodie while holding the Wolf Chan skzoo plush. All of Chan’s frustrations go flying out the window and he’s fully focused on her.

Her lip keeps quivering then she just breaks down and cries. All the times he’s seen her, she’s always smiling and happy, but he’s never seen her like this. He’d give anything to be there with her right then. To hold her and tell her that it’s okay. He doesn’t know who or what caused her to be like this, but he’d do anything to find out and make them pay for upsetting her. She gets up to grab a box of tissues to blow her nose. She had some snot running down from her nose, but he didn’t pay it any attention. “I’m sorry.” She finally says, lips still quivering.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Chan finds himself replying, though she can’t hear him. “I won’t lie to any of y’all and say that I’m okay, because I’m not. Everyone has problems in their life, including me.” She laughs a little. “I never wanted for any of you to ever see this side of me. But today had just been the worst.” She goes on to explain how broken her family is and that she always seems to be caught in the middle of the chaos. She talks about how her mother took her passive aggression out on her for years because she was the only child that wanted to visit her father after their divorce.

She was never physically hurt but was mentally and emotionally abused. How it took years for her to understand what actually happened to her while she lived with her mother and siblings. What caused her breaking point was an argument with one of her siblings and how no one ever seems to understand her. She had cried all the way home and even broke down when she got home. “Moral of the story, everyone has struggles in their own lives and everyone deals with them differently. So please don’t be like me and hold your emotions inside. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel sad. It’s not okay to feel like you’re a burden, because you’re not.” She lets out a shaky breath and Chan can’t remove his eyes from the screen. “Did I want you to see me like this? No, because I know that there’s people out there who will mock me saying that I’m just doing this to get attention. I’m not like that. I have problems just like everyone else. I’m not a robot, I’m a human being that has emotions too. I just act like everything’s okay, but in reality I’m not.” She holds tighter to Wolf Chan. “I hope everyone has a good rest of your day. I will see you all next time. Bye.” She tries to smile and waves with her hand that’s not holding Wolf Chan.

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“You like that video too, don’t you?” Felix looks up at his Hyung seeing him staring at the computer screen. Felix looks at him and nods his head. “It seems I’m not the only one. Lee Know Hyung likes it too.” Chan’s eyes widened, “That’s his favorite too?” Felix nods his head. “He’s never told me that.” Chan replies back to Felix. “He told me when he came to comfort me. I didn’t believe him at first, but when I looked at him I could see he wasn’t lying.” Chan drops his head. ‘Maybe we all like this video.’ He thought to himself.

“I thought you didn’t like Y/N’s channel.” Chan goes to ask him why he would think that, but Felix beat him to it. “Come on, Chan Hyung. We all could see that you didn’t like her from the start. Every time she got mentioned, it was as if someone had kicked Berry. You can’t tell me that you liked her this whole time. What changed? Why get mad at me when the other members were talking about her too?” Chan closed his eyes trying to pull himself together. ‘I guess I wasn’t good at hiding my emotions like I thought I was.’ He thinks to himself.

“A lot happened.” He feels the bed dip beside him and he opens his eyes to see Felix looking at him. “Tell me. Please.” Chan nods before explaining everything. From his frustration with hearing about her all the time to the jealousy he felt because of her. To the video that changed his perspective of Y/N and all the stress he’s been under from the company. He laid everything out there for Felix, hoping that it would possibly explain why he’s done what he did. “I will always regret coming onto you instead of taking a step back and thinking things through. I didn’t realize until it was too late and by then I upset you when I shouldn’t have. I don’t want to be the reason why you cry, but I was. I’m not asking for forgiveness, but I hope you know that I will never to that again.” Chan feels arms wrapping around him and respirates by wrapping his own around Felix. He tightens his arms around him afraid that Felix will disappear if he loosens his arms.

“It’s okay Chan Hyung. I didn’t help any either. I should have talked with you sooner rather than later.” Chan shakes his head and pulls back just enough to look at Felix’s face. “Don’t. The person in the wrong is me, not you.” He grins at Felix, and Felix smiles back. “Did Lee Know did you that the company will let us send Y/N one package or letter each?” Chan’s smile widens and bobs his head. He had been excited when he heard about that. He pulls back completely before replying. “I did. What are you thinking about sending her?” Felix looks around his room. “I’ve been trying to figure that out for a while but I’m stumped.” Chan moves to get up. “Well don’t think too much about it. She’ll love whatever you give her.” Felix agrees. “Wait. What are you going to send her?” Felix asks his leader. Chan smirks. “I guess you’ll find out when she opens the package.” He winks leaving his room.

(A/N: Stray Kids get to send the reader one package or letter each! What do you they they’ll send her? 🤔)

[womenloverlmao]

Your Group of Three (Samuel Lafferty X Reader)

Dad! Samuel X Pregnant! Mom! Reader

WC: 1K

(I know a little about the LDS church, my boyfriend a couple of years ago was a Latter-day Saint. Im gonna try to be as respectful as possible, with the little understanding that I have.

Apparently the only tropes I know for one shots include hair, so lets go.) 

“Mommy!” You heard as little feet pattered into the room behind you. Your four-year-old daughter, Ezrie, was still learning how to give her mom a rest. She was a momma’s girl at heart, which was funny considering how hard her dad tried to be her favorite parent. She was already trying to do everything to be like mommy. She would try to cook, clean, and now, she was even trying to wear clothes and do her hair like her momma. 

“Yes, my love?” You said as you turned around to face her, sitting down. Your 30-week bump was affecting everything you did. It was infuriating even to get up and walk around, and every time you sat down you immediately had to go to the bathroom again. Delaney and Tylan never stopped kicking either. 

“I- I did- did my hair! Just like you mommy!” True to her word, she had twisted her hair and left it untied so it quickly fell out. She was advanced for a four-year-old, but at the same time, you knew just how old she was. 

“Wow,” you said. To her, you were enthusiastic, but to any adult who could hear you, they knew you were exhausted. Samuel, who was your husband, never really helped. You knew he loved you, and you did love him, but with his brothers' new thing… it was rough. You were doing literally everything in the house, and everything was all from scratch. “That’s amazing, sweet girl.” 

She smiled until she saw that it had come out. “Why- why isn’t it staying, mommy?” 

“Well, it wasn’t tied up.” “Oh,” she said. Then she shrugged and went back to wherever she was going. You were slightly worried, but you didn’t dwell on it. 

You closed your eyes for a few seconds before hearing another pair of footsteps come in. You heard your name, it was your husband. You looked over at him and spoke. “Hello, my love.” 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. He wasn’t the sweetest, but he was gentle in his own ways. 

“Just tired. They have been kicking nonstop.” 

He comes over and sits down next to you, placing a hand down. When he felt it he couldn’t help but let out a smile. Even if he found it annoying that you weren’t the most passive, he found it endearing that the kids got that trait from you. “They’re like you.” 

“Well, if they’re anything like their sister they’re gonna come out and look exactly like you.” “That’s not fully true… Ezrie has your hair color.” 

You could almost roll your eyes at that; she was the spitting image of her daddy. Anyone could see that. When she came back in, that's what you saw. Her dad's beautiful lips, nose, eyes… with tears coming out, that's not good. 

“What's wrong, honey?” Sam asked your daughter. 

“It hurts,” she said. 

“What hurts?” You asked in response. 

She turned around, and of course, she had to try and do her hair again like you told her. She wanted to tie it up which ended in a few knots. “I was- was tryna do what you told- told me mommy, and- I need- need help.” 

You nod, sitting up and letting out a quiet groan. Your back hurts like hell, but you start to walk with her to the bathroom before you feel a hand sit you back down. “Samuel, what-” 

“Let me, okay?” Even though you mostly did all the work when it came to your daughter, he knew when to give you a break despite his… well, you know. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

He took her into the bathroom. You expected him to be out in a minute or two, but then that turned to ten. You were about to get up when you saw your husband coming out with a small smile on his face. “What’d you do?” 

“Hey, don’t question me,” he said. 

“Alright, I’m sorry, hon…” you said. “But… what’s goin’ on?” 

“Ezrie, come on, show your momma what we did.” He gently told your four-year-old. She nervously stepped out from behind him, and her hair was finally done. It was done just how you normally did on your own. 

You let out a slight gasp. “Come here, baby,” you said. She did, coming to sit on your lap… at least, as well as she could when your 30-week-old bump was constantly in the way of everything. “Did you do this?” 

She shakes her head. “Mm-mm. Daddy did.” 

“Daddy did, huh?” You asked, and she nodded. “Well, Daddy did very well. You look so pretty.” 

“Do I look like you, mommy?” 

“Mhm, you look just like me.” Liar. 

“See? She does look like you.” Samuel said, coming over to pick your daughter up. “Just as pretty as your momma.” 

She giggled and hid her face in his neck. He kissed her head. “Mommy, can we cuddle?” She asked. 

“I gotta go make dinner, baby. But you know what? I'm sure daddy would love to cuddle you.” 

He glares over at you in a ‘you know I can’t sit still’ way. Even so, he couldn’t get out of Ezrie’s grip if he tried. You came over and kissed your husband, before kissing your daughter's head and going over to make dinner. 

You didn’t have much time left before you became a family of five, and you certainly were excited for it. You knew everyone else was, too. But as of right now, you were certainly grateful for your group of three. 

(Debating making a part 2 to this, but it being when you were pregnant with Ezrie? Maybe?)

(Also, should I make a taglist?)

[fatnfemme]

hi my darlings, life has been goin. i’ve been so burnt out and it’s made it hard to write and writhe around in my horniness.

so instead of writing and getting creative i’m gonna tell you about how i got railed yesterday by my butch.

so yesterday i was feeling a little lazy, and my butch insisted i take a nap on our couch. i never let myself take naps! so they covered me up, tucked me in, kissed my cheek, and let me sleep for an hour.

when my timer went off, i stretched, and my butch noticed me waking up. they came and sat in the crook of my legs on the couch, and were explaining to me all of the chores they got done while i was sleeping.

they got our new sheets from the drier, they made the bed, they folded and put away the clean laundry, they picked out pajamas for me and laid them on the bed, they did a round of dishes, and did so much tidying and putting of things away.

they were telling me all of this and tracing shapes on my thigh and i just felt so much adoration and love for them doing so many nice things for me with no expectation of anything in return, that i genuinely felt turned on by them doing these chores for me.

they kept going on and on about the tasks they accomplished and how much more they were planning on doing while i was sleeping. all the while, i’m looking at the slight flush in their cheeks and sweat on their brow from working around the house nonstop while i was asleep. so, i opened my legs and wrapped them around my butch’s hips so i show them how grateful i was for them.

and you know how the rest of the story goes, clumsy position after clumsy position on the couch in the middle of the day on a saturday, putting on display all the pent up feelings i had in my core from the week prior.

at the end of it all, we laid there, them on top of me with their head on my chest, and their arms wrapped around me. we both shed silent peaceful tears for the deep kind of love we feel. the carnal, fuck you senseless, deepest desire love and lust, but also the luscious, heavenly, personal love we hold in the deepest parts of our souls.

[campbluelake]

There’s No “Demon” in Team | Eri | MM.2 | Re: Tommy, Malyce, Max

If you had asked Eri a few months ago if she’d ever find Tommy cool, she would’ve replied with something along the lines of a resolute, “Hell no.” Which isn’t because she’s lacking in merits, so much as those merits have never seemed particularly impressive to her.

But here she is now, jaw slightly agape as she listens to her theorizing. Clearly she’s in her element, and she has to admit she now understands why Jo finds her so attractive. It’s much like how Audie lights up when talking about horror movies (which isn’t exactly dissimilar from their situation, really).

And as the trial continues, Eri can’t help but regard everyone here with a sense of warm admiration. The way they can piece together all the evidence they found, making sense of the numerous capitalist Hell-related documents and eerie logs they stumbled upon… She’s grateful for their help and expertise.

“Man, we all make a really good team, don’t we?”

She says this aloud instead of in her head, much to her chagrin. Immediately she winces, cheeks turning red. Whoops! They weren’t supposed to know she’s impressed right now!

And so she shakes her head, embarrassed pout giving way to a more pointed glare. If she made the mistake of speaking up, might as well give her own two cents, right?

“‘Cept for this dumbass Contractor and Vual’s demon buddy, yeah? They ain’t ever invited to me and Sporto’s beach vacation home, got it?”

She glances over at Kyousuke, whom she’s presumably to one side of. She gives him a thumbs-up, accompanied by a grin.

“By the way, I figured that’d be a good alternative to living with you and Nikonyan, y'know? Gettin’ a vacation home we can stay at sometimes! You can call me a genius for it later, okay?”

And with that, she turns back to the group as a whole, the glower returning as she does so.

“Anyway, as I said earlier, I think Vual’s usin’ this dweeb… Like, why else would he give the Contractor the book via Chad’s List, if not to use them later? Not that they’re special or anything. I bet Vual would’ve used anyone who managed to crack the code of the demon book, y’know? It just happened to be this Contractor person.”

She shrugs. She means Craigslist, by the way.

“And speakin’ of Chad’s List, wasn't the seller in Salt Lake City? I got no clue where that is, but maybe we can narrow it down by sayin’ the Contractor had to be able to get there easily— like, within drivin’ distance? Either that or have the money to drop on a plane ticket there for somethin’ that might be worthless.”

She glances to Malyce, then to Max, then back to Malyce again.

“And no offense, Mal, but I think Max is righter with his theory the Contractor ain’t an expert at magic. ‘Cause like, we dunno how long this person was at it, yeah? Like they said weeks in the third video, and seemed like they were goin’ at it nonstop. So maybe they ain’t magic so much as they’ve got a lotta time on their hands, y’know?”

She shrugs, the iciness in her gaze fading.

“Plus them doing the fire shit… I mean, who knows if that was their own doing? Could've just been Vual giving them a taste of what they could get if they kept going. They were bein’ led along, and they didn’t care ‘cause they were so hyped to see the hard work they were putting into something finally pay off, y’know?”

A part of her wants to say she feels bad for this Contractor person, but she knows better than to do so in front of Kyousuke and the others. After all, this is a trial to figure out who’s responsible for this awful situation. Having pity — no, sympathy — for the people behind it would only make her friends more frustrated with her.

And so she falls quiet, wondering if even demons are beyond redemption.

[dreamkidddream]

I think it'd be cool to write fluff with like the stoic characters?? Like Leona or Vil from TWST, or Barbatos and Lucifer from obey me! lol. At least, that helps me whenever I get writers block 😁😁

I like the way you think anon!! I literally just reached Book 5 so I’m not too familiar with Vil’s character yet :( but I am with Leona’s! :D reader is gender neutral!

Having pulled all nighters and missing out on your precious sleep to pass your exams, your body was ready to give out on you at any moment. Being a human with no magic meant you had to work harder to keep your place here, even if it was only temporary.

You were just so tired as late- the days began to blur together, your eyes felt heavier, and it was getting harder to hold your head up from crashing into the book. So as soon as you flopped on the bed, your body didn’t waste another second before shutting down, eyes closing and already drifting off.

But whatever you were snuggling into now was so soft and warm that you were ready to stay there forever. Feeling something brush your ankle, you muttered something out drowsily, “Sorry Grim, d’ya need some more room?”

“Tch- do I look that little runt?”

Then your eyes snapped open to meet narrowed emerald eyes glaring into your own.

You blinked a few times- maybe you were hallucinating? You sat up and rubbed at your eyes a few times and took a deep breath, yet Leona was still there, scowling. Uh oh.

“Let me guess- you forgot. Again.”

“…yes.” And you felt even worse because this wasn’t the first time you did either. It wasn’t a rare sight to see Leona laying in your bed waiting for you, whether he was napping or getting annoyed with how long you were taking. Despite how impatient he may get, it still warmed you knowing that he was willing to wait.

But with how scrambled your head has been with studying nonstop, keeping Grim and the others out of trouble, and a lack of sleep on top of that, it’s been easier to forget what day it is.

“I’m really sorry Leona, it’s just-“

“The same old, same old, I know- save it.”

Ouch, even you couldn’t stop wincing from his words. Sighing, you tried to untangle yourself out of his touch, promising to give all of your undivided attention to him when you felt yourself being pulled down, head colliding against his chest.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere.”

You couldn’t stop the squeak escaping your lips when you get his arms wrap around you. “W-what?”

“It’s obvious you’re not getting enough sleep- those assignments can wait.”

“But what about-“

“Forget it, MC. Besides, you’ve been messing with my sleep, so you owe me.” With that, Leona kept you caged in his arms, already nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“How have I’ve been messing with your sleep-“

“Quit your yappin’ and go to sleep herbivore, it’s late.” Leona cut you off, turning to place his hand over your eyes. “Get some rest.”

You wanted to argue more, but the drowsiness from before came back, making it hard to stay awake. You’ll argue with him in the morning, but for now, your body craved his warmth and curled closer into his side. “We’re talking about this later.” You slurred.

“Fine with me.” He chuckled as his tail wrapped around your leg.

“Are you gonna be here in the morning?”

“Of course I am.” Leona softly answered, tentatively rubbing circles into your skin. He’s never felt so…vulnerable before. Not being able to feel your touch and seeing how you weren’t taking care of yourself really did get under his skin, let alone forget about any chance of him sleeping peacefully. Too many times had he fell asleep with a scowl, and his attitude seemed to be worse for the last few weeks.

But as he gazed down at you softly snoring in his arms, he finally felt a wave of relief wash over him. He should have been annoyed by how much you affected him, how much you changed him- but he didn’t. Whether that weakness would come back to bite him later is still to be determined, but he didn’t care if it meant that you stayed with him.

“Goodnight MC.”

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Heyy, I saw that you wrote for Father figure Frank castle so I just HAD to request something (I don't think yk how long I've been looking for Father frank writers 😫😭) may I request Father figure Frank castle x Witch daughter reader headcanons? (And idk if I need to specify this but like there are some SUPER weird people on this app so, for this request I mean 1000000000000% PLATONIC)

Frank w/ Witch daughter headcanons

reader: female | daughter reader

type: one shots + short/long scenarios

warnings: none?

Note: wasn't super into this and playing Elden RIng at the same time....also this needs a part two so haha it got really long so enjoy

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Next in line for Supreme Sorcerer who?

You

it's you your next in line, even if you are super young, you have a long way to go- but in your defense, you've been training nonstop

till those mfs kick YOU OUT

Why? Because someone voiced you're turning sides

And after everything you gave up for them

Now you're hiding out in corridors, and in the shadows, feeling like you need validation

Random author note I have the urge to make you have a fake arm like this chick from Elden ring, so you get a cool right arm and left leg now and you can infuse them with magic

Now, all you can do is stalk the streets

You didn't really have much you can do: you didn't fit into the outside world very much, not with your powers and you know super cool magical prosthetics

You beat up criminals mostly, take any money they have on them, and anything valuable,

Robbing the robbers of what they robbed, great

That was until one day while beating up some guy for beating up some girl who had run far away by now, you were surprised when another long time guy you've been trying to catch showed up, just out of the blue, he's sweating bullets, has he been running?

Then another guy shows up ready to kill him, and you're perfectly okay with it.

Knocking out the first guy and with the other guy trying to run, you only grabbed him and threw him down.

It was almost fun, throwing him back and forth threatening him,

God your so fucked up in the head

Kinda how you were trained but oh well.

Frank thinks he could let you go, you actually helped him afterward, but when he gets a good look at you and realizes you just some little girl, well little to him, your like 16-17

He's gonna help you because he's "old fashion"

Well that was till people started to shoot at you and he basically tackled you behind a dumpster for cover.

ayo that fake leg and arm comes in handy for hiding things

"You should get out of here."

its the fact that you told him that rather than him telling you

"Yeah I'm not goin anywhere kid-"

Too late your already running out, and he thinks you have a death wish

Even though you clear them all out with ease and leave after looting he's like "Ayo where you goin"

You don't answer and your leg gets stuck, the metal one, like it needs WD40, there's actually a massive hole in it, and you collapse,

Well now Frank has to help you

He helps you stand up as you hobble on one leg, you don't protest only sigh as he gets you to his hidden van.

Man pulled out a med kit at first just to realize he needed a tool box.

"You've always had these kid?"

"...yeah...I think."

He leaves it at that, and says he'll be able to take the bullet out but he's gonna need more tools.

Off to a strangers house you go- well base, yeah Micro- I mean David's in this one.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! You can't just lead whoever this is in here!?"

"David she needs help,"

They both look at you, sitting in the back of the van, feet planted on the floor, your eating food Frank gave you, and that your oh so grateful for.

"She looks a little, I don't know- Not human with her arm there Frank."

"She's a kid, what did you want me to do? Leave her? Like you left your family"

Low blow, but it works

Frank doesn't exactly know how to work on your leg, and you easily just take it off, clicking it into place so it looks like a leg of armor.

Boy what-

Yeah your a werid one: thats offical

"So are you like an alien, like the New York attack- or-"

"What? No? I'm from New York. Ever heard of Magic"

Micro laughed, "Unlike you I believe in science."

"This where science got you?" You ask gesturing to the run down hide out.

Frank couldnt help but laugh a little at that.

"So your like. A witch."

"Sorcerer." Y/n responded.

"Shes a witch." David spoke looking back at Frank.

"Shes a witch." Frank spoke,

"Sorcerer." Y/n corrected again, "Supreme...In training....well...was trainning..."

God they'd both laugh at that, but seeing you actually saddened causes Frank to elbow David hard.

Now, Davids, all butt hurt

You thank Frank for fixing your leg, and go back to put it on, making sure everything lines up and locks up already

"So...these...wizards..."

"Sorcerers."

"They family?"

Y/n was silent but nodded her expression dropping as she looked down at the metal of her leg, "Can...I drive you somewhere, or do you teleport?"

God, you thought this conversation was so stupid? Do you teleport? What did he think you were? Goku?

He didn't really ask David after you said no you don't have a place to go, and gave you the bed he was sleeping in.

"You can't father every little girl you see," David argued.

"Come on! she's a kid, she'll be out of our hair tomorrow, now stop being dramatic,"

You were thankful for the place to sleep and shower, they even giving you up some food.

after sleeping a bit you over heard talk about some government people.

You got up, being the light sleeper you are you went to go investigate, and in return offered to help, call it paying him back.

Relucantly you get him to agree

And here starts the adventures of a magic user teenager, and a war veteran looking for revenge.

You best be sure he's dragging you behind things while your trying to go head first into things

He got shot? Magic healing a go!

He's freakin out the first time you did it, like super fucking creeped out

Which is reasonable

But damn does healing drain you

You've never told him, and the more and more you do it, the more and more you're about to collapse

You've been able to make yourself more of a soilder instead of a kid in Frank's eyes will every explosion talismen, healing spell, shield and glowing whip

You're both so close to finding this Agent Orange and repaying debt, but here comes Dr.Strange to kick your exhausted ass.

And he did, you're so tired, so beaten, that when Frank runs into the abonded warehouse and you're being dragged off with no ounce of energy left

You bet shit he's getting Flashbacks of those a holes killing his family, those horrible dreams all coming back in one go.

"Y/n!" Frank shouted, gun raised, aiming it at the man.

"Oh come on really, with the guns?" Strange argued, "The men and the guns, it's a total masculinity thing, I should know, i am a-"

"You let her go right now and I don't put a bullet through your head." Frank ordered.

"A doctor." Strange sighed, "Seriously put the gun down tough guy."

"Let her go, now." Frank ordered, "I'm not telling you again."

"Alright, Okay we don't put the gun down."

Frank opened fire without a second thought, they being blocked easily, every bullet in that pistol as Strange sighed, "Men..."

A portal opened up behind Y/n's limp body, two people walking out to grab her.

"Yeah be careful with her." Stephen argued, just to turn his head back to Frank, "Look I-"

He was stopped by a hard punch across the face, knocking the sass right out of him.

And now Franks fighting a wizard.

Wonderful.

Did he beat the shit out the wizard

Yes yes he did

Did the wizard beat the shit out of him?

We dont tall about that (he got his ass beat)

Being nursed back to health but still held captured? Yeah that's you right now

Y/n looked around the room, "not many people are held prisoner with a queen size bed." She protested, sitting up slowly, her body exhausted.

Strange sighed, walking over bowl in hand, sitting on the side of the bed, "You're not held captive, you just can't leave."

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows at him, its the same thing.

He handed her the bowl as she drank it, slowly. Yet her hands locked and she almost dropped the bowl, Strange managing to catch it.

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to go looking for your parents."

"Oh...no he's not..." Y/n responded her voice falling soft as she flicked her gaze away for the moment, "What do you want with me anyways?"

"The Ancient One is dead." Strange infromed.

"What?" Y/n questioned, "That's your job! To protect her as she protects you!"

Y/n was in an outrage: the Ancient One was her teacher, personal teacher, and the one that outcasted her with a final decision. But further mother she was like a mother.

"Mordo won that battle," Strange spoke, "But I was able to keep Dormamu away, I have a feeling anyone left on Mordo's side will come after you next."

Well...if she cant protect her mother figure anymore, she could atleast protect Frank then right?

So they just captured you to keep you from actually turning

Great.

And while your in recovery, you better be sure Franks making people spill any information on a wizard and witch

People look at him crazily and he gets upset and kills them, you know basic shit

And he has David/Micro searching for anyone by Stranges description.

It takes him a few days but Micro found him

"Doctor Steven Strange." David spoke, "Had a bad accident resulting in his hands being shot....Oh here camera footage from the lighrs.... he's on Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village. 177A."

Alright, he's ready to kick ass and get you back.

Frank just knocks on the front door so simple just to knock out some low level Sorcerer

This is where you use to live?

Absolutely fights Wong and wins in brute force

Both you and steven heard it as he was giving you daily medicane.

You both rush out after the sound and Franks coming up the set of stairs with a pistol out a gun strapped across his chest with that bullet proof vest on.

When he sees you behind Strange, he's ready to defend this time.

"Kid come on!" Frank shouted.

Strange moves slightly and Frank shoots at his feet, "Watch it- Y/n come on."

She only moved around Strange and walkes towards Frank who grabs her by the arm and pulls her away from Strange quickly, Frank postioning himself infront of Y/n.

You wonder why he doesnt just try and shoot Strange, you didnt know Frank know's better

But Strange doesnt attack because he knows Frank knows how his own magic works now

So its not worth the risk on either side.

You and Frank rushed out of the Sanctum he rushing you along staying behind you just incase someone tried to take a shot at you

But when your both safe he checks over you as your driving.

"You okay?"

"Why'd you come after me?"

"What do you mean why-" Frank argued, "What the hell? I come and save your ass from a damn wizard and this is your response?"

"You've couldve died."

Frank scoffed, shaking his head, god she was so head strong, perhaps she was picking on his usual attuide, always on the defense, someone else to worry about rather than themselves. That other person just ended up being each other.

"You know he thought you were my dad." Y/n commented looking over at Frank who looked at her.

They both chuckling softly.

Oh he's your dad, especially after all that.

You tell him everything, how this Mordo mf may have his people come after you

He tells you: "ah, we'll be alright. We got a kick ass witch anyways."

So with that you both start training, you showing him how to Essentially dodge magic.

"So you got like a staff?"

"Im not a witch- anyways thats a warlock."

The jokes never gonna end.

You also manage to pick up some magic books after sneaking back into the Sanctum not that you tell Frank

Hell yeah, now your making potions-Wait-

Are you a witch now?- now you're having an existential crisis, was Frank Right along?

Also, you took over one of Davids cabinets for positions and stuff, and ingredients.

Yeah, you're never gonna tell Frank about potion-making.

He walked in on one of your experiments in a back room, because David said "I don't want none of that stuff near me"

Endless to say you're covered in blue dust, coughing as you push him out of the room heaving trying to catch your breath

He helped in cleaning you up, realizing a shard of glass had got you in the face, he'll bandage it all better for you,

The puppy eyes you have on subconsciously as you look at him: how is he not going to want to be fatherly towards you now.

And then when you actually do get all excited you got it right you run to him like a child, to show him, your so happy.

"So I know I said I wasn't a witch and all but that's, not the point! i essentially alchemized fungi to be stretch able and rebuild the skin, so- Easy damage repair!" Y/n smiled, "it's not the prettiest thing to look at, and it doesn't smell nice, but it works! Watch! Stab Micro!"

"Hey!- Frank- Frank back away with that knife!"

When Frank has to go to David's family Y/n isn't allowed to go until she snuck into the van

"What- I told you to stay!"

"Yeah, but then I found this super cool witch hat, wouldn't you like to be right, and for me to be fashionable?"

"I rather you of stayed put."

You only smile at him and he lets you follow.

Sarah wonders who you are, you're a little old to be playing dress-up.

"Adopted her." Frank spoke, "Paperwork just went through recently,"

You're surprised by his words, even if they are a lie, you'd never think he'd even indirectly called you his daughter.

Zach seems interested in your fake limbs, "Are they alien?"

You looked to Frank for guidance, god there was no way you weren't father and daughter already, and he lets you conjure up any story you can about your cool magic arms

"I'm half-alien."

"No your not."

"Am too!"

"Are not!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Haha! I got you!"

Leo also seems to like you, but at the end of the day you end up helping Frank with what needs to be fixed.

Leo wants you to go do something with her, and you ask Frank and you're allowed, so you get dragged off by her

You're not completely clueless about the outside world, but things like malls, and parks you're not really used to, so it was fun hanging out with Leo at Claire's.

She bought you guys friendship necklaces, their little dinosaurs,

Frank asks you about it on the way home, You're pretty happy about it too, he's glad you're so happy about it, you like a little child.

It would actually turn into your totem; you know something you look at to ground yourself back into reality.

So when Frank gets the shit beat out of him you can't even ground yourself by looking at an object,

He's going to die and it's your fault are your only thoughts as you try and heal him to the best of your abilities, luckily with actual medical assistance from Curtis you're able to keep him alive

You don't leave him bedside, you're either sleeping in a chair beside him or sitting on the floor your head next to his hand

So when he wakes up, he can only rub your head: you're sleeping and exhausted by the looks of it.

He lets you rest, but it isn't long before your up, and hug him worriedly.

Any of that "Witchcraft shit" as Frank puts it he refuses to eat or drink, but you get him too and it works, in doses, but it works pretty effectively too

Ayo you threaten the Liberman you threaten Y/n and Frank and Y/n and Frank like killing people

Russo doesn't know much about you so he's surprised to see you standing there with arms crossed, like your the head of the exchange.

They take Frank, but your ready to go get him back with MAGIC

[hanii-rose]

hiii...ok so your headcanons are amazing and ily. could i request headcanons on garou with a s/o with thick thighs. i'm super insecure of my thighs because i don't have a thigh gap and it's super embarrassing

My headcanons are amazing? You love me? I-

Here you go baby( ˘ ³˘)♥

Also, no need to be embarrassed. I also don't have thigh gaps which really helps when I feel like crushing the heads of my enemies between my thighs...

We strong ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

And so is the sexual tension in dis fic lol

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Garou With An S/O Who Has Thick Thighs

If you think having thick thighs in this relationship is a drawback then you are absolutely correct.

When I say it's a drawback, I don't mean it's ugly or unwanted, no no no.

I mean Garou will drive you mad for a chance to put his head on your lap, all day, everyday!

And when I say he wants to put his head on your lap, I mean he wants to bury his face in the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.

Just let him live there, c'mon!

You can bet your non-existant thigh gaps that he's kissing and biting you there, very harshly might I add.

He's always telling you, "Gah, it's so soft!" or "Fuck, I want this here!"

If you're just sitting on the couch and he's stealing meat from your fridge, he'll notice what you're wearing and if it's even slightly exposed above the knee, he's there. Like, HE. IS. THERE.

Meat long forgotten, your thighs are his new meal lol.

Let's say you're just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around your gorgeous frame. He's pouncing on you, specifically getting handsy with your thighs and calves.

He likes natural looks so cellulite doesn't bother him. In fact, he's poking and caressing them fairly often.

If you're talking bad about yourself then he's slamming that shit down and showing you how much he loves you. Like really showing you...

If you wear something like thigh-highs, gurl- He'll be taking them off with his teeth, thank you.

★★★

You sit curled up on your window seat, the soft light of the sun shimmering in through the transparent glass of your window. Your hair fell daintily around your shoulders, arms resting on folded knees, novel in hand, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt and a pair of sheer white, lace-wrapped thigh high socks. Oh, the serenity that's surrounding you right now, indescribable.

Your boyfriend concentrated on doing push-ups outside in your backyard. You could see him from the corner of your eye behind you, pushing himself up and down, an extraordinary array of large rocks or maybe...boulders on his back....?

You tore your eyes away from the worn, coffee stained pages of your vintage fantasy novel, intrigued in the way he worked on himself. Taut muscles contracting and loosening, glistening beads of sweat slowly gliding down his bare, shaped biceps. Hair tussled and messier than usual, a few rebel strands falling onto his forehead from his otherwise proud-spiky style. His face, dark, focused and handsome... oh my

Whenever Garou worked out, he really worked out.

Nothing could distract him from his daily routine of exercising, flexing and unintentional teasing. He was hell bent on being fit and able. He used to be the infamous Hero Hunter ya'know! He has to be sharp and ready at all times.

Can't be caught off guard like that one time while delivering boxes. That dude had no chill, throwing darts at him like that...

You bit your lip in admiration of his movements, your thighs coming together, unable to contain your excitement for a touch from him. He noticed you shyly peeking from the other side of your bay window and he silently beckoned you over, tilting his head to gesture for you to come around.

You gave a little nod to his beckoning, placing your book neatly on the tall bookshelf next to you and dusting yourself off, readying yourself to see him.

When Garou had come to visit you this morning you had been wearing one of his trousers, knowing him, if he saw even a tiny section of your thighs, the man would go absolutely feral. But since he had went outside for a 3 hour work out earlier, you decided pants were too overrated for you and you easily discarded them, got comfortable and started reading.

Garou was very serious about his workouts. He would never stop, not for anything...

Except maybe you. And thats when you had a stroke of genius. He was teasing you all this time, flexing and sweating. Time for a little payback.

>>

You peeked around the doorframe that led to your backyard where Garou stayed, exercising.

"Well, aren't you working hard?"

You slyly spoke, smile coy.

Garou grunted in response and you sighed, slowly walking around to him, hips deliciously swaying, shirt hiked up above your thighs and socks visibly tight around your ample flesh.

You stood bold in front of his head as he pushed himself up. His eyes widening at your apparel. What are you doing?

You licked your lips teasingly, and lowered yourself down onto the grass, knees folded, sitting upright.

Garou stopped momentarily, craning his neck for a kiss and you gladly obliged, leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Finally took...my advice, huh...?"

He said in between breaths.

"Who... needs pants...right? Heh..."

He lowered down slowly and you copied, your head resting on your arms on the ground, fingers playing with the little blades of grass, butt in the air

"Mmm, it just feels so good outside."

He grunted, agreeing.

Your eyes trailed up to his face and you cast him an innocent smile.

You slowly raised yourself up in front of him, pushing up your hair and sitting straight, knees folded in a 'W' position.

"What...are you...tryna' do?'

He breathed out.

"Hm? Nothing, I just wanted to come outside and spend time with you..."

You responded in the sweetest tone.

Oh please. He knows what game you're playin'.

Comin' out in nothin' but a shirt and socks? Sweetie, ya' can't take him for a fool...

He ain't stoppin' for you.

"Funny... you've never been... into fitness that...much..."

He slowly spoke.

"Oh, well I just wanted to be closer to you. Is that such a crime?"

He snorted. You wanted to be closer to him? Why not just lay down under him and wrap your gorgeous legs around him then? Let him feel the plumpness.

"Don't you want to be with me too? Why don't you stop what you're doing and come here."

Your innocent voice matched with your sultry expression did a number on him. He bit his lip, trying to resist the temptation.

You outstretched your arms, fingers opening and closing, waiting for a hug.

"Nice try, I ain't stoppin' love."

You chuckled and got into position.

"Not even for this?"

You unfolded your knees, sitting so close in front of his face, that every time he'd go down for a push, his cheek or chin would brush against your thigh.

Tantalising,tempting...

You leaned back on your elbows, your hair now spilling onto the grassy mat under you.

Garou licked his lips, golden eyes flicking up to look into your innocently coy ones.

He lowered himself down once, his chin lightly coming into contact with the lace of your frilly socks.

Raising himself up, he looked at you with irritation, behind that expression lingered want.

Going back down again, your knee bent slightly inwards and gently touched his cheek. He took a whiff.

C I T R U S

Delicious.

Coming back up, he balanced his whole body weight on one arm, an impressive feat with all of those massive rocks on his back.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖."

You slyly laughed, his statement so shamelessly flattering.

"Yes, I do know that, Garou..."

His movements stopped momentarily as his free hand softly caressed the exposed part of your thigh, between the hem of your shirt and the frills of your socks.

"𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥..."

"Hmm, do you like it like this?"

He chuckled, raspy and short of breath.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥."

He was struggling, it was obvious. He wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He couldn't if he wanted to.

Dammit, yer' too good!

And in 3 2 1...

The rocks start slipping off of his back, landing on the ground with hard, muffled thuds. Oh, you've really done it now...

Garou sits up, stretching. He grips both of your calves hard and pulls, bringing you onto his thighs, holding you in place.

No squirmin', just sit still...

"Do you have any idea what you've done...?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding his face close to yours.

"What if I do?"

His lips came mere centimetres from yours and he whispered roguishly.

"You've made me drop my rocks..."

Silence overtook you until you burst out laughing. What does that even mean?!?!

"Wha... Garou haha, what are you even saying?"

He growled menacingly. How dare you? First you tease him into being distracted and now you make fun of him?

Ohhh, yer' in for a good one...

"Listen here sweetie, we're gonna head on inside, and I'm goin' to finish you, do ya' hear me?"

You nodded, obligingly.

"Yes, sweetie ♡"

He stood up tall, carrying you by the strong grip he had on your plump thighs.

"So beautiful. I'm gonna bite em'..."

You giggled softly, and held onto him tightly.

You knew what was coming next, craving it. And you'll give it to him too.

Ah, there we go...

Garou's setting you down onto your window seat again and looking softly into your eyes.

"Are ya' ready? We're gonna go for a long time today."

You shyly nodded, confirming.

He sat himself down on the ground near your legs, getting into the correct position. His head coming down to rest upon your thighs, your frilly socks tickling his face, breathing calm.

And then, he's baring his teeth, biting and sucking on your ample skin. He's pulling your thigh-highs down inch by inch, kissing.

"Oh, Garou!"

He's smirking victoriously.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

It's safe to assume he got a different kind of workout that day. The one where he's goin' up and down on you nonstop, if you know what I mean (ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

[trashyswitch]

The Real Reasoning Behind All of This

Pocket is getting sick and tired of the pressure that comes with writing fanfics. So, she starts to imagine the characters she's written about, and imagines what advice they would give her and what comforting strategies they would use. And as she predicted, lots of tickles!

Pocket was growling and throwing her phone around the room. So many expectations. So many ideas given to her. She has no excuse to not write now. But she just didn’t. Want to.

She hated when she felt like this. It felt like she was letting everyone down by not pushing herself to fucking write. She knew Shannon was fine with the no writing, but were others okay with it?! Probably not.

She walked up to the fridge and was about to reach for a smirnoff.

[Alcohol doesn’t solve problems]

[Alcohol will make your life miserable]

[It’s a fake high, Pocket.]

[SUGAR]

Pocket angrily closed the fridge and grabbed some chocolate covered almonds instead. She didn’t wanna do the work...It was so much work...She hated waiting for the moments she got into hyper focus. That was the only way she would get her fanfics done at a reasonable time. She relied on those hyper focus episodes. Perhaps if she skipped out on her ADHD med, she would have more energy to do the work. But nope...The adhd med is supposed to help her focus. But the ADHD med drained all her energy. Every time she missed her pill, she would wind up with extra energy. She would be filled with adrenaline. It felt like a sugar high...Or a buzz.

Pocket had recently figured out that a buzz from alcohol was very similar to ADHD adrenaline rushes. It was a fun little fact that she found to be very interesting and yet...disappointing. Finding out the truth meant she didn’t need alcohol to experience happiness. But skipping the ADHD meds couldn’t be the answer to all her problems. There were benefits to her pill. There were days that she didn’t want to be a ball of energy. There were days that she wanted to lounge. And that pill allowed her to do that without issue.

So is being drunk like having ADHD? Maybe for her. But is ADHD like being drunk all the time without the hangover?

Who. Knows.

Pocket looked down at her dog and smiled. She was laying against her leg with her back upwards towards the ceiling. She looked like a loaf of burnt toast...with a bandana tied around her neck. She was a sleepy girl...A fun girl...A cute widdle bean. And definitely a somft girl.

Pocket began to stare off into space as she stared at the white screen on her laptop. Nothing to write...nothing.

Why was she like this? Why is she here? Why can’t she write right now?

Snoring doggo. She snores a lot.

“Hey Kiddo…” Someone said beside her.

She turned to the left, and smiled. “Hi Patton.”

“Why so down?” He asked.

“I can’t write worth my life.” She complained.

“Well, no matter what you think about your writing, I always support you and will help you when things go wrong.” Patton told her. “So tell me: What’s going wrong?” He asked.

Pocket looked down. “I have no motivation left…”

Patton nodded. “Well, you did go through a phase of writing nonstop for tickletober…” Patton reminded her.

Pocket nodded. “Yup...I just want a little more motivation left over and interest. That’s all I ask.” Pocket told him.

Patton nodded. “And motivation, you’ll get again eventually. Now is just not the time.” Patton reminded him.

“Maybe it’s time I changed what I did again…” Pocket thought.

“Changing your way of doing things, is only going to upset the 400 or so followers that you have.” Someone else said.

Pocket looked over to her right. It was William Afton.

“I know…” Pocket muttered.

“Maybe the problem is, you’re too much of a ler to play the lee.” William offered.

“Well...I’m certainly too ler to be a switch…” Pocket mentioned.

“Also, when are you gonna change your status to ‘ler’ instead of ‘switch’?” William asked.

“When are you gonna stop being manipulative?” Pocket asked the murderer in the room.

“T...Touche.” William replied as he faded away.

Soon, another person appeared. ‘Take some time for yourself. It’s what Shannon wants.’ THe person signed.

Pocket looked over and smiled brightly. It was Jamie!

“Hi Jamie!” She greeted him.

‘Hello!’ Jamie replied.

“Getting to be the time to watch your halloween video again.” Pocket mentioned.

‘Happy halloween!’ Jamie signed happily.

Pocket repeated the signs for ‘happy halloween’. She had taken a sign language course before, and learned Sign Language in her own spare time.

“I know exactly what Pocket needs! But only if you want it.” Patton offered.

Pocket smiled brightly. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Yes.” Pocket smiled.

‘Wow! You quick!’ Jamie signed.

“I’ll say!” Patton reacted.

William appeared again .“Let’s get to it then. I’m not patient when it comes to tickling.” William said.

“Alright!” Patton ran to her hips and started digging. “Just tell me-”

“BAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Pocket yelled, laughing hysterically already.

“WOW! I must’ve hit the jackpot!” Patton reacted.

“I’ll say...She’s already a mess of laughter.” William reacted.

“MYHYHYHY HIHIHIPS AHAHARE THE WOHOHORST!” She laughed.

“You kidding me? You’ve got fuckin’ Shakira hips goin’ here.” William reacted.

Jamie hummed silently as he thought long and hard on where else to tickle…

Then he remembered that bellies exist!

Jamie smiled and started skittering his quick fingers on her belly.

“EEEEHehehehehehe! NOHOHohohoho!” She was pushing the arms away and kicking wildly.

“Awww, de poor widdle baby can’t handle de tickles!” Patton teased.

William looked up at Patton. “Is that seriously how you talk to people?” William asked.

“No!” Patton responded, rather offended. Then his face switched to a smirk. “Only when I’m teasing.”

William looked...rather terrified of the face change.

“GUHUHUHUYS! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Pocket begged.

“Oh yeah…” William muttered.

Patton placed a hand on William’s shoulder. “William, William, William…” He said to him politely. “She loves this.”

Jamie raised an eyebrow. ‘Pocket kicking and pleading.’ Jamie mentioned.

Patton smiled and stopped tickling Pocket. William looked down and stopped tickling as well.

Pocket’s laughter turned to giggles and started lessening to huffs.

But then…

“Why…...why did you stop?” She asked.

William blinked and widened his eyes. “Because breathing is important.”

Patton giggled. “Told ya! I know a lee when I see one~” Patton teased.

William blushed at that and looked away.

Jamie looked at William’s blush out of the corner of his eye, and smirked. He rubbed his hands together and tickled William’s sides.

“WHOAHAHAHAHA! WHOHOHOHO-” William scooted himself away from the random tickle monster that was tickling him, and turned to see Jamie in the same spot he was in. “Oh...It was you.”

Jamie wiggled his fingers with a smirk from both the lips and the mustache.

“Uh oh…” William got himself up onto his feet and started running. Jamie wasn’t far behind him as he chased Will around the room.

Pocket watched this whole thing and giggled. It was so funny seeing the most innocent man chasing the murderer for tickles around her room.

“Now: Let’s get this lee mood dealt with.” Patton decided.

Patton started tickling Pocket again and specifically focused on the sides and belly this time. Pocket laughed and giggled as she kicked her feet and flailed her arms around all over again.

“OHohohohoho nohohohoho! Pahahahahahat!” Pocket laughed.

“Yessss?” Patton replied.

“Ihihihit tihihihicklehehes!” Pocket laughed.

OHOHO SHIHIHIT- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Someone else shouted.

Patton stopped tickling and turned around. As it would turn out, Jamie had already caught William and was now tickling the man.

“IHIHIHI- WHAHAHAHAT’S YOHOHOUR NAHAHAHAME AHAHAHAGAHAHAIN?! JAHAHAHACK??” William asked.

Jamie widened his eyes, stopped tickling him and completely lost himself in laughter. This man couldn’t even bother to remember his name right?! Wow! It’s a wonder he kept a business afloat for as long as he did!

Pocket smiled and enjoyed watching Jamie laugh his head off. It was nice to be able to imagine these characters.

“Alright. One more tickle attack, then I’m all done!” Patton decided.

Pocket nodded and opened her arms to him. Patton happily took it and tried tickling her ribs next. He started at the bottom ribs.

“EEEHEHEHE!” Pocket laughed before collapsing to the floor. It would seem that Pocket was SUPER ticklish on her lower ribs!

Patton tried moving upwards.

“PAHAHAhahahahat! Hahahahahehehe!” She laughed.

“Ooooh! Not so ticklish on your middle ribs, huh?” Patton said out loud.

“Nohohoho...Just thehehe bohohottom rihihibs.” Pocket replied.

“Good to know!” Patton started digging into her bottom ribs and focusing on the spot between the ribs too.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Pocket laughed.

Patton slowed his fingers down and stopped pushing as hard. “Your laughter...is so much different when you’re tickled! Are you faking your laugh often?” Patton asked.

“Nohoho...Ihihi juhuhust hahahave dihihifferent tihihickle lahahaughter.” Pocket told him.

“Well, good to know! I’m happy to know you’re not forcing yourself to laugh.” Patton replied.

Patton took a moment or two to look at the progress between William and Jamie. As one would probably expect, William was now getting his revenge on Jamie! And while the tickling wasn’t producing much of a laughter sound, Jamie was certainly making wheezes and visual reactions.

‘Stop stop stop stop stop!’ Jamie kept signing.

“Why would I stop? You’re clearly loving this!” William reacted.

Patton laughed at that. “Yohou’re not wrong about that.” Patton confirmed for him.

“See?” William smiled and continued to tickle Jamie for a little longer before stopping to let him breathe.

“Not so bad for a lee, huh Jamie?” William teased.

Jamie flipped him off as a response.

Aaaand that earned Jamie even more tickles.

Pocket was helped up by Patton and was given a big bear hug. “Thank you Patton.” She told him.

“No problem, Kiddo!” Patton replied.

“And thank you William and Jamie!” Pocket said next.

‘You’re welcome! Love you!’ Jamie signed.

“Glad to help kid. And for the love of god, take a break.” William ordered. “You deserve it.”

Pocket watched as the characters faded out of existence. Pocket smiled to herself, feeling a lot better. She wasn’t really motivated from the experience, but she did feel a little more inspired again. She felt like she had a better grasp of why she did these fanfics in the first place: To just have fun. And sometimes, the fun will feel like a chore...but that’s okay. It’ll get better.

Now to get these new, fresh ideas into motion before she forgets!

But quickly, a little sentence popped into her head:

[“For the love of god, take a break.”]

Yeah...Maybe he’s right. She didn’t really feel motivated to get anything more going yet. She just felt...super inspired with no energy to make it.

The brain was too tired to do what the heart wanted.

So, Pocket grabbed her laptop, turned on some Lo-fi music and decided to take a nap.

[“You deserve it.”]

This might be my last fanfic before Tickletober rolls around. So, I hope you enjoyed it!

[cyberrat]

46th Batch Of Fics: 4th Fill

Jesse/? – Part 12 – Milky AU – dirty talk; pregnancy talk; fantasy – Lúcio is a horny little fuck and just wants to have some fun ok?

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“So have you been in hypnosis yet? How did you like it? I’m not really good at it usually. I get really in my head about things, you know? So Taj really needs to bring me down for it to work. It’s alright, I guess; I don’t really need it, you know?

I got this… inane ability to stretch, I guess? But Taj is insanely hot and I’ve been trying to get him to fuck me for the longest time, so...”

Angelo wants to roll his eyes, but really… Lúcio is just charming and it is hard to dislike him when he is so genuine about things.

Jesse seems to agree. At least he isn’t disagreeing; just staring at Lúcio with the same luminous eyes most of the cows in this room have. His mouth is hanging open slack as he stares at Lúcio’s chest, the pectorals already starting to plump up nicely. He’ll make a gorgeous cow… especially with the addition of the little horns he had finally grown during the last two weeks. Angelo isn’t above admitting that he felt with him; it is not a nice experience, no matter how much the staff tries to make it more palatable to them.

Jesse finally sits down on the cock mounted on the chair. He makes a soft noise at the back of his throat, loud enough for Angelo to hear.

“Oh wow, you’re still super tight, huh?” Lúcio asks with interest. One of his hands has moved down to curl around his cock shamelessly as he watches Jesse’s predicament trying to breathe through the sensation.

Jesse flushes. He is reaching down repeatedly, trying to keep his sweatshirt from catching on his rock hard cock. Eventually he just grabs the lower hem and pulls it over his head. He’s still a young man… but Angelo can see he’ll fill out nicely soon enough.

“Just… just sore, I guess,” he mumbles barely intelligible.

“That’s cool! Don’t sweat it! My first month or so has been super intense too. I think only Genji has been enjoying himself here nonstop. He and Gabriel, I guess?”

Angelo inhales sharply, closing his eyes. Oh no… oh no oh no-

“I know Genji… I think… he was in the t-tour? B-But I don’t know- Who is Gabriel?”

Oh no. Angelo bites his bottom lip, feeling his insides trying to draw tight around the cock. Lúcio is a menace. He hates listening to him swoon over this man, his voice dropping low and husky, trying to pull every new unsuspecting cow into low-key scaring them about how damn slutty and perfect this man had been.

“Oh… you don’t know about him?” Lúcio says. He is already getting short of breath, his biceps trembling as he begins to jerk off faster.

Angelo glances toward Schaefer, hoping he’ll nip this right in the bud, but he is just looking at his clipboard and noting their numbers.

“G-Gabriel’s been here like… twenty years ago or something? Uhm… around… around something like that. And he’s been… he’s been wild. Still is? I heard he’s still on the farms ‘n goin’ around and helpin’ the cows through it all… I think he’s had his… he’s had his first litter here or something? He got pregnant so damn fast; just spread his legs and took it like a champ-”

“He is hyper fertile compared to the usual reproduction of cows, yes,” Schaefer suddenly interjects mildly. He is reaching up and taking off his glasses to clean them with a soft cloth. He looks as calm and collected as usual. “However, we do not necessarily encourage a pregnancy during your developing days, it could lead to complications…”

Lúcio completely ignores that. He’s swiped one of the suction devices from his chest in order to pinch the swollen, aching looking nipple.

“I heard he fucked himself through the staff… got to get stuffed full by everyone on sight and begged ‘em for more. I heard that he wanted to get pumped full so badly that they made ‘n exception and did breeding rounds just for him…”

“W-Wha…?” Jesse has stopped riding the cock. He is sitting still, just staring at Lúcio with shock and fascination. The flush in his face has crawled down into his chest; he’s got nice, plump nipples, Angelo notes distractedly. The air in the room has shifted; it’s become thicker and hotter, the occupants of the other training equipment only barely going through the motion as they all listen to Lúcio.

“Yeah… I heard his first litter was huge… like… like six or something… he could barely walk by the end of it and just kept begging his caretakers to fuck him and stuff their arms-”

Schaefer sighs softly.

“Lúcio. I would prefer if you would not frighten our newcomers with such wild, made-up stories.”

Though Jesse looks everything but frightened, in Angelo’s opinion. His cock is standing at attention, flushed so dark that it looks actually painful.

“It is… true that the institute decided to have a little… ah… exception for Mister Reyes. It is quite clearly documented that he had been suffering from a heightened arousal due to his extreme fertility. Since the institute’s first and most important rule is to take care of its patients’ needs, it had only been deemed prudent to follow his wishes and act accordingly. There have been precautions in order to avoid a pregnancy, but as it came to be, Mister Reyes seems to have developed… feelings for one of his caretakers at which point one could say ‘one thing has led to another’.”

Of all the things he has said, the last thing seems to be what finally gets him flustered. He quickly looks down at his clipboard and clears his throat.

“If you all would just continue…”

“I want something like that,” Lúcio interrupts him with a little whine in his voice. “Can you imagine it? Just spread your legs and get fucked by big, juicy, real cocks? No stupid dildos or just a f-few fingers… or a hand… just… a nice fat cock?”

He arches his back on a little whine, his hand jerking over his cock almost ruthlessly.

Angelo clicks his tongue and turns his head away, though he can’t help but be affected by Lúcio’s words. It does have a reason that they are kept from the real thing, after all. He tightens on the inflatable dildo inside of him, but it suddenly feels woefully inadequate to rub up against all those itchy places.

It is easier to ignore the constant low-key arousal that comes with being a cow when there’s nobody talking about it like a porn star.

“I wanna go on my farm already and get fucked like a bitch,” Lúcio all but sobs. “Get my hole stretched so damn wide I don’t need any slick anymore; just have stud after stud slide in; pump me full of babies, each one by a different daddy. I-I heard-” he is breathless now as he fucks his fist. Jesse has taken his cock in hand as well, hanging on to every of Lúcio’s words. “I heard he’s basically been pregnant for 15 years straight – can you imagine? Just always lugging around a big huge belly; always getting the nice treatment from the studs; pumping the kiddies out one by one so you can keep giving the milk! He’s got his own… h-his own brand, Jesse! You ever heard of Reyes’ Cream?! F-Fuck!”

[fanfics4all]

Tri-Wizard Tournament

Request: Yes / No  Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you're taking requests for harry potter? If so I was wondering if you could write a cedric diggory x sibling reader/ draco x reader where the reader basically goes though everything cedric went through in the movie and just lots of angst and fluff and stuff! I understand if you don't get to this, thanks love!♡ (Btw the reader can be any house!) Anon

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Diggory!Reader

Word count: 5415

Warnings: Death and sadness!

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your NickName

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic! Let me know what you guys think, also sorry it’s so long! 

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Back at Hogwarts, home sweet home. We were all settled in at our tables and I smiled at my brother from across the room. I was upset when I wasn’t put in the same house as my slightly older brother Cedric, but I was happy with Ravenclaw. I then glanced over at my boyfriend Draco Malfoy. People were a little shocked that he was with someone from another house, but I was also a Pure-blood, something his parents were very happy with. My family on the other hand weren’t the happiests, but they tried not to bother me about it. 

Everyone was chatting about their summers and catching up with friends. Dumbledor got up and quieted everyone down. It took a moment, but the room was soon quiet. 

“Now we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen…” He was cut off by Filch running up to him and whispering something to him. He ran off and Dumbledor stood up straight again. 

“So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the Tri-Wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more on that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime.” He said and the doors opened. Girls dressed in blue came in dancing and butterflies flew into the air. They got to the front and bowed, the guys stared in awe as the girls glared at them. I took a glance at Draco and he was also staring, I sent him a glare. He noticed me and quickly looked down. I rolled my eyes, boys… 

“And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Drumstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff.” Dumbledor said and the doors opened once again. A bunch of strong looking guys walked in and the girls started staring, while the boys glared. I couldn’t help myself, Draco sent me a glare and I gave him a sorrowful smile. He rolled his eyes and started glaring at the guys that just walked in. Everyone sat down and the feast began. 

Once everyone ate, Dumbledor stood up once again.

“Your attention please!” He called gaining everyone’s attention. 

“I would like to saw a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Tri-Wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch.” He introduced and a man stood up. Suddenly thunder roared through the room and it started raining. People started screaming and panicking, I looked around confused. Someone casted a spell and I looked over to see Mad-Eye Moody standing off to the side. 

“My dear old friend, thanks for coming.” Dumbledore greeted him. 

“That stupid roof.” He grumbled back and took a drink. 

“After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This decision is final.” Mr. Crouch said. Everyone that was under seventeen started booing and causing a fuss. I didn’t care, seeing as I could still participate. 

“Silence!” Dumbledore boomed. He casted a spell and the box that was behind him revealed a goblet with blue flames. 

“The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour of Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there’s no turning back. And from this moment the Tri-Wizard Tournament has begun!” He said. 

As soon as we were sent to our houses, everyone walked out. Draco pulled me to the side and his eyes narrowed at me. 

“What was that about?” He asked and I raised a brow at him. 

“I’m sorry?” I asked. 

“I saw you staring at those guys.” He growled and I scoffed. 

“You were staring at those girls.” I pointed out. 

“I-I wasn’t-”

“Merlin, Draco, I saw you don’t even try and lie to me. You were bloody drooling over them.” I said rolling my eyes.

“And you weren’t?” He scoffed. 

“Draco please, this is ridiculous.” I said. 

“You’re mine.” He growled and I smirked at him. 

“I know love.” I said and walked off. 

A few days later I was walking to the Goblet to put my name in. As I was walking someone grabbed me to stop me. I turned around to see my brother. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Putting my name in the Goblet, obviously.” I said. 

“No, it’s dangerous.” He said and I noticed he too had his name on a piece of parchment. 

“So? You’re putting your name in.” I said. 

“I’m older.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“By a year Ced, I’m putting my name in.” I said turning back around, but he stopped me once again. 

“No way! You’re going to get hurt.” He said. 

“Ced, I love you, but I’m doing this. I’m not scared.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Please don’t do this.” He begged. 

“I won’t if you won’t.” I said. 

“But-” 

“That’s what I thought.” I said turning on my heel and walking into the room. Everyone cheered when they saw Cedric and he was loving it. He put his name in the Goblet and again they cheered. I walked up and placed my name in, smiling at my brother. He shook his head at me and I heard people whispering about how I was crazy for putting my name in. The Weasley twins came running in and all attention was on them now. I slipped out of the room and was walking back to my common room. Again some grabbed me and I turned to see Draco. 

“Have you lost it?” He asked and I sighed. 

“Not you too…” I groaned. 

“Did you not hear how it’s dangerous? What if something happens to you?” He asked. 

“I’m not afraid, I want to do this.” I said and he shook his head. 

“No, this is crazy!” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Imagine if I win, how incredible would that be? I’d be a legend!” I said. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asked after a moment. 

“Can’t really take it back now, but yes I really do.” I said and he sighed. 

“I’m still going to hope you don’t get picked.” He said and I smiled. 

“Do that all you want love, but I’ll be hoping for the opposite.” I said and kissed him. 

It was finally Thursday and I was so anxious and excited. Everyone was gathered in the Goblet room, waiting for the names to be announced. 

“Sit down please.” Dumbledore called into the room. Everyone quieted down and looked on with both excitement and anxiousness. 

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the champions selection!” He said. He walked over to the Goblet and the blue flame turned red, then spit out the first name. 

“The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!” He announced and the Durmstrang boys cheered. The flame turned red again and another name came out. 

“The champion from Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!” He announced. The girl cheer as Fleur walked up. The flame was once again red and the last name came out. 

“The Hogwarts champion, Y/N Diggory!” He announced and I smiled, getting up. I walked down, took my name, and followed the other two into the other room. 

That was the start of the tournament. It was all normal, except instead of three champions there were four, the great Harry Potter somehow got his name in the Goblet. People were rooting for me to win over Harry. They were insulting him nonstop and I honestly felt bad. Everyone seemed to be wearing bandages someone made, all insulting Harry. Currently I was hanging out with my brother and friends, they were insulting Harry, but my brother and I were staying out of it, mostly. Cedric was laughing at their jokes and insults, while I was sitting there a bit uncomfortable. I sat on the bench and noticed Harry walking our way. 

“Can I have a word?” He asked me and I nodded. We walked away from our friends and my friends were trying to call me back, but I ignored them. 

“Dragons. That’s the first task. They’ve got one for each of us.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“Are you serious? And the others, Fleur and Krum, do they…?” I trailed off. 

“Yes.” He answered. 

“Right, hey Harry, listen about the badges. I had nothing to do with it, I’ve asked them not to wear it, but-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said cutting me off and walking off. I sighed and shook my head. I feel so bad… I turned to go back to my friend, but someone’s voice stopped me. 

“Why so tense Potter? My father and I have a bet you see. I don’t think you’re gonna last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won’t last five.” Draco teased with a laugh. 

“I don’t give a damn what you or your Father thinks Malfoy. He’s vile and cruel, and you’re just pathetic.” Harry said to him and I sighed. This wasn’t going to end well… I turned back around to see Harry walking off and Draco getting ready to cast a jinx most likely. Mad-Eye walks over and turned Draco into a ferret. 

“Draco!” I called and rushed over to the scene. 

“I’ll teach you to cast when someone’s back is turned.” Mad-Eye growled. 

“Professor Moody, what are you doing?” Professor McGonagall asked walking over as well. 

“Teaching.” Mad-Eye answered. 

“Is that a student?” She asked, shocked. 

“Technically it’s a ferret.” He answered. He then sent him into Crabbe’s pants. Goyle tried to pull him out but apparently Draco bit him. Everyone was laughing and I glared at my brother for being one of them. Draco ends up on the ground and McGonagall turns him back. 

“My Father will hear about this!” Draco shouted.��

“Is that a threat?” Mad-Eye growled holding up his wand and Draco runs off. I glare at the crazy professor and run after him. 

“Draco!” I call and he stops running. 

“Are you alright?” I asked, gently grabbing his face. 

“That was utterly humiliating.” He groaned. 

“I’m sorry love, but I’m sure everyone will forget about it tomorrow when the tournament really starts.” I said, offering him a smile. 

“Then I just have to worry about you.” He said with a sigh. 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” I said and kissed him. 

Everyone was pacing around the tent waiting for things to start. We heard the roars of the dragons and that only raised our anxiety. Cedric had stopped by wishing me luck and telling me to be careful, same with Draco, but they left soon after. Soon enough Dumbledore walked in with others following him. 

“Good day champions. Gather round please.” He said and we all gathered in a circle. 

“Now you’ve all waited, you’ve wondered, and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate.” He said and looked around at all of us. 

“What are you doing here Miss. Granger?” He asked when he noticed Hermione here, she had been visiting Harry. 

“Oh um… Sorry, I’ll just go.” She said awkwardly and slipped out. 

“Barty. The bag.” Dumbledore said and Mr. Crouch held open a bag. 

“Champions, in a circle around me. Miss. Delacour over here, Mr. Krum, and Potter over here.” He said moving us around slightly. 

“Right, Miss. Delacour, if you will…” He said holding the bag open for her. Flure reached in and took out a little green dragon. 

“The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum.” He said and Viktor took one out. 

“The Chinese Fireball. Oooooh.” He said. He moved to me and I pulled one out. 

“The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves…” He said and turned to Harry. He took out the last dragon. 

“The Hungarian Horntail. These represent very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple, collect the egg. This you much do, for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?” He asked and no one had any. 

“Very well. Good luck champions. Miss. Diggory the sound of the cannon…” Dumbledore was cut off by Filch firing the cannon. Everyone was cheering and I took a deep breath. Everyone left and I was getting ready to walk out. 

“Good luck.” Harry said and I smiled at him. 

“You as well.” I said and walked through the tent. I looked around at everyone and suddenly didn’t feel nervous. The dragon crawled out and cried into the air. I needed to think quickly and pulled out my wand. I casted the transfiguration spell and turned one of the rocks into a dog to try and distract the dragon. Lucky for me it worked and I rushed for the egg. I was just about to grab it when flames engulfed part of my face. I shrieked in pain, but dove for the egg anyway. I held it up and people came and got a hold of the dragon. I was quickly brought to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey was quick to help me. My brother, Father, and Draco were the first to visit me. 

“Y/N/N, are you alright?” Cedric asked, rushing over to me. 

“I’m find Ced, it’s just a little burn. Nothing that can’t be fixed, right Madam Pomfrey?” I asked and she smiled at me. 

“That’s correct.” She said finishing up. 

“It’ll take a few days to heal, but you’ll be good as new.” She said and I smiled. 

“Thank you.” I said and she left to go treat other students. 

“I told you you shouldn’t have done this.” Both Draco and Cedric said at the same time. 

“At least you two can agree on something.” I said rolling my eyes. My Father laughed and smiled at me. 

“She’ll be fine you two, She’s strong.” He said and I smiled. 

“Thanks Dad, at least you understand.” I said. 

The next few days I was in recovery, and I never heard the end of how dangerous the tournament was from both Draco and my brother. When I was finally better and out of the hospital wing we had the whole day off from classes. Professor Flitwick gathered all the Ravenclaws up and we were separated by boys and girls. He was telling us about the Yule Ball and how on Christmas Eve night everyone would gather in the great hall for the party. He informed me as well as everyone that I would be having the first dance along with the other champions. So today was our dance lesson. It was honestly great to learn and I couldn’t stop thinking about how Draco was going to ask me. 

Over the next week I was waiting for Draco to ask me, but he hasn’t yet. I’ve had a few other guys ask me, but I politely declined. I was sitting on the edge of the fountain trying to figure out a way to open this stupid egg without it blasting my eardrums out. 

“Y/N?” I looked up to see Draco walking over to me. He looked nervous, but I gave him a smile. 

“Hello love.” I said. He smiled, but pulled out a box from behind his back and handed it to me. 

“What’s this?” I asked, 

“Open it.” He said and I undid the perfectly done green bow. I took the top off the silver colored box and gasped. Inside was a pair of emerald earrings and a sapphire necklace. 

I looked up at him in both awe and confusion. 

“Will you do me the honor of being my date to the Yule Ball?” He asked and I hopped up, attacking him in a hug. 

“Of course Draco! Also these are beautiful.” I said looking back down at the box. 

“I didn’t know if you had a dress already, but if not was I hoping I could convince you to wear a green one?” He asked and I smiled. 

“Sorry love, I already have one. My Mother sent me a dress. It’s blue and silver, but I will still gladly wear these earrings.” I said and gave him a peck. 

“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He said and kissed me deeper. 

“Draco, stop, I really need to work on getting this egg open.” I said, pushing him away with a smile. 

“Come on love, you could use a break from this stupid egg.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist. 

“I just want to know how to open this damn thing.” I said with a sigh. 

A few weeks went by and it was finally time for the Yule Ball. I got dressed and put on the jewelry that Draco had gotten for me. I did a blue and silver eye makeup with winged eyeliner, and finished the look off with a nude pink tinted lip. 

I smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked amazing… I walked down to the great hall. Everyone stared at me in awe and Draco smiled at me. He met me at the bottom of the steps and kissed my hand. 

“You look beautiful love. Absolutely perfect.” He said and I blushed. 

“You look very handsome too, Draco.” I said. 

“Shall we?” He asked, offering me his arm. 

“We shall.” I said taking it. We walked over to the entrance. Professor McGonagall placed us in order and we waited for the cue to walk in. Soon we were motioned to enter and we walked in to everyone clapping and cheering. Each of us got in position and waited for the music to start. Draco and I were dancing expertly and soon other people joined in. 

The night was filled with dancing, laughter, and eating. Draco and I have been inseparable all night. The Weird Sisters even performed some songs, it was a perfect night. Draco had pulled me away and ran to an empty hall. He suddenly stopped and pushed me against the wall.

“I hate seeing them stare.” He growled in my ear. 

“Everyone knows I’m yours, Draco.” I said with a sly smile. 

“They will.” He whispered and started kissing my neck, obviously leaving marks. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. 

“Draco stop! Someone will catch us.” I said, trying to push him off. He finally stopped and gave me a smirk. 

“Now we can go back.” He said and started walking back to the ball. 

“You tease.” I grumbled and followed him. 

“You know you love it.” He said putting his arms around my waist. 

The next day I needed to relax after all the dancing, my feet were killing me. I went to the fifth floor prefects bathroom, the best bathroom in my opinion. I brought the stupid egg with me becuase I still couldn’t open it without it screeching. I filled the large tub and slipped in with the egg in my hands. 

“You stupid egg, what on earth am I going to do with you?” I asked myself. I looked at the water and suddenly got an idea. 

“Worth a shot.” I mumbled and pushed it under the water. I held my breath and followed under it. 

“Come seek us where our voices sound. We cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you’ll have to look, to recover what we took.” The voices sang. I returned to above water and thought about it for a bit. 

“So the next task is in the Black Lake and we only have an hour, but what are we retrieving?” I asked myself. 

“Guess I have to find a way to breathe underwater…” I sighed. I finished my bath and quickly went back to my room. 

I was walking around the grounds of Hogwarts trying to find Harry. He helped me with the first round, so now it was my turn to help him. Finally someone told me they saw him near the bridge. I rushed there and found him talking to Hermione. 

“Hey, Potter!” I called and he turned around. 

“Y/N.” He said. 

“How are you?” I asked. 

“Spectacular.” He said sarcastically. 

“Harry, listen, I realised I never properly thanked you for tipping me off about the dragons.” I said. 

“Forget about it. I’m sure you would have done the same for me.” He said. 

“Exactly! Which is why I’m telling you that you should take your egg underwater.” I said and he looked at me confused. 

“Trust me.” I said and walked off. I walked to the library to try and find something to help me breath under water. I was studying when someone sat down next to me. I looked up and saw Draco. 

“What are you doing, love?” He asked. 

“Trying to think of a way to breathe underwater.” I sighed. 

“Would you like me to help?” He offered. 

“That’d be helpful, thank you.” I said pushing a book to him. The two of us were looking for anything, but so far nothing that would last an hour or longer. 

“Hey Y/N/N, Malfoy, what are you doing?” Cedric asked, walking over to us, he narrowed his eyes at Draco. 

“Trying to find a way to breathe underwater.” I groaned. 

“What about the bubble charm?” He said and my eyes lit up. 

“I totally forgot about that! Ced, you’re the best! I said, jumping up and hugged him. 

“Anything for my little sis.” He said with a chuckle. 

“Mr. Malfoy, Professor McGonagall needs you in her office.” Miss. Pince said. 

“Um alright?” He said, confused. I gave him a peck and he left. 

“Would you help me put these away?” I asked my brother and he nodded. We talked about the tournament and he once again was telling me how I shouldn’t be doing this. 

The next day the Weasley twins were taking bets on who would win this task. I was walking with my brother, trying to look around for Draco. I haven’t seen him since the library last night… I was playing with my hands, something I did when I was nervous and Cedric noticed. 

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine.” He said, grabbing one of my hands. 

“I know.” I said. We finally made it to the lake and everyone was ready to start. 

“Welcome to the second task! Last night something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this, they will only have one hour to do so and one hour only. After that they’ll be on their own.” Dumbledore’s voice boomed. 

“You may begin at the start of the cannon.” He continued and once again Filch fired the cannon. We all jumped in and I quickly casted the bubble charm. I started swimming around trying to find whatever this treasure was. After a bit I heard some singing and quickly swam towards it. When I got there I saw Draco tied down by his ankle and my eyes widened. Harry was also there staring confused at the four people, but there wasn’t time for that. I quickly casted a spell to break the rope on Draco and grabbed him. I looked at Harry and tapped my watch that Cedric let me borrow. He nodded and I swam to the surface. We both got on the platform and people handed us towles right away. He coughed and then looked at me. 

“You’re alright.” I said and kissed him. Cedric ran over and hugged me tightly. 

“Y/N! You did it!” He said excitedly and I smiled. I did, I came in first! Soon Krum and Harry joined us and the judges went to go discusses something. 

“Attention! Attention! The winner is Miss. Diggory!” Dumbledore announced and Draco gathered me in his arms. 

“I knew you could do it!” He said and kissed me. 

“For showing unique command of the bubblehead charm. The way I see it, Mr. Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley but the others as well. We’ve agreed to award him second place! For outstanding moral fibre.” Dumbledore said and his friends cheered. After that we all returned to land and all we had was the last task. That night I celebrated with my friends and family for my great achievement. 

Finally it was time for the last task. I was nervous once again, but I knew I needed to push through it. I walked into the large arena with my Father and everyone was cheering. My brother followed behind us and gave me a quick hug then wished me luck. Draco ran down the stands and pulled me to him. 

“Please be safe.” He whispered. 

“I promise, love. I’ll be out in no time.” I said smiling at him. 

“I love you.” He said and kissed me. 

“I love you too, now go back before they start it.” I said and he rushed back to his seat.  The music stopped and all eyes were on Dumbledore. 

“Earlier today Professor Moody placed the Tri-Wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it’s exact position. Now as Miss. Diggory…” He was cut off by people cheering. 

“And Mr. Potter tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Krum…” He was once again cut off by cheering. 

“The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I’ve instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any point should a contestant wish to withdraw from the task he or shee need only sent up red sparks with their wands. Contestants, gather round. In the maze you’ll find not dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you’ll face something more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh find the cup if you can, but be very weary you could just lose yours;ves along the way.” He said and we looked at him a bit confused. 

“Champions! Prepare yourselves.” Mad-Eye shouted. I hugged my Dad and then moved to the beginning of the maze. 

“On the count of three… One…” Again, Filch fired early. Harry and I ran inside and now it was time to find the cup. There were so many noises and the maze really liked changing, this was gonna be harder than I thought…

I was running around trying desperately to find the end. Something felt wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was walking through when the walls decided to change again. I ran so I wouldn’t get closed in and luckily made it through. However, Viktor was on the other side and he started attacking me. I tried hiding behind one of the walls and shot some jinx at him. He wouldn’t stop and he kept trying to come at me. Harry suddenly showed up between us and he looked at me confused. 

“Get down!” I shouted and he ducked his head. I finally hit him and I ran to finish the job. How dare he attack me! Harry ran between us and stopped me. 

“No stop! He’s bewitched Y/N!” He said and I tried to push him off me. 

“Get off me!” I shouted. 

“He’s bewitched!” He shouted again and I snapped out of it. I looked up and saw the cup, finally. I ran to the cup with Harry following me. I was so close, but something grabbed my leg and sent me tumbling to the ground. Harry looked back at me and saw me horribly stuck to the ground while being dragged backwards. 

“Harry! Harry!” I begged. Harry stopped and looked back at the cup, but decided to actually help me. He helped me up and I sighed in relief. 

“I thought you were gonna let it get me for a moment.” I said.

“For a moment, so did I.” He admitted and we both looked at the cup. 

“Some game, huh?” I said. 

“Some game.” He agreed. The wind started blowing hard once again and I tried to push Harry to the cup. 

“Go. Take it, you saved me!” I shouted over the wind. 

“Together, on three.” He said and I nodded. 

“One, two, three!” He said and we both grabbed it. 

Suddenly we were in a graveyard and not Hogwarts. I looked over to make sure Harry was still with me and he was. 

“You alright?” I asked. 

“Yeah, you?” He asked and I nodded. 

“Where are we?” I asked, confused. 

“I’ve been here before.” He said getting up. I went over to the cup to examine it. 

“It’s a portkey. Harry! The cup is a portkey!” I said 

“I’ve been here before in a dream. Y/N, we have to get back to the cup, now!” He shouted and I was even more confused. 

“What are you talking about?” I asked. Harry groaned in pain and held his scar. 

“What is it?” I asked, rushing over to him. 

“Get back to the cup!” He groaned in pain. Someone walked out from a building and he was holding something. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” I shouted while holding my wand up.

“Kill the spare.” Whatever he was holding said and blackness overtook me. 

Voldemort had returned to his full form and I watched as Harry battled him. I appeared to him along with a few others. 

“Harry, when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time but only a moment, do you understand?” A man that looked like him asked, I’m assuming it was his Father. 

“Harry, take my body back will you? Take my body to my family and tell Draco I’m so sorry and that I love him.” I said and he nodded. 

“Let go. Sweetheart you’re ready, let go! Let go!” A woman, I’m assuming his Mother said. Harry let go and we all rushed to Voldemort to distract him enough.

Draco’s POV

Potter had won. He was of course the one to win. I rolled my eyes at everyone cheering and glared at him. That’s when I noticed Y/N was on the ground with him. He was crying over her and she wasn’t moving… No… It can’t be! I ran down and pushed my way through the teachers. 

“Y/N! Y/N! No!” I cried as the cheering died down. 

“You! You did this to her!” I growled at Potter. 

“No! It was Voldemort. He’s back, he’s back! Voldemort’s back! Y/N, she asked me to bring her body back. I couldn’t just leave her, not there.” He cried and I felt my blood run cold. He couldn’t be back… That’s something to worry about another time. 

“S-She asked me to tell you that she’s sorry and that she loves you.” He said and I finally let the tears fall. 

“Y/N!” I cried and held her close to me. I tuned everything else out after that. I didn’t even notice when her family kneeled down beside me. She couldn��t be gone, she just couldn’t! How was I supposed to do anything without her here by my side? We were supposed to have a future together! She was supposed to live a full and happy life! I can’t do anything without her… She was my everything… 

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From The Woods

Ao3

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Summary:

Logan and Patton were so very happy when they adopted their infant son. Logan had cried as he held the tiny human in his arms, rocking him slowly.

Three years later, Patton tucks his son Virgil into bed, only for the two dads to find him missing hours later.

After searching nonstop for three months, they hear a knock at their door. A teenager who claims to be their son is standing there, telling them stories of his time after he stumbled into a faery circle as a child.

He doesn't know he's only been gone for a few months.

Content Warnings:

Grief, the loss of a child, kidnapping(?), creepy fae, mild body horror(A character is described as having a very wide mouth), angst, if I need to add anything tell me

Word Count:

2,500+

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Patton chased after his toddler, laughing at his little boy’s high pitched giggles.

“I'm gonna get you! I’m gonna get you!” He wiggled his fingers, occasionally poking his son in the ribs.

He turned around, looking up at his father. He smiled, revealing his mouth full of missing teeth. He imitated his Papa by placing his hands on his hips.

“You can’t!” He chirped.

“And what makes you say that,” Patton said, crouching further down to his son’s level.

“‘Cause Papa won’ let you,” His son said, wiggling his hips around. He really couldn’t stand still for more than a few seconds.

“Is your Papa here?” Patton asked, leaning for a little bit.

“Uh- no?” His son seemed to think about that for a moment.

“Then you’re all mine!” Patton lurched forward, wrapping his son up in his arms. He dug his fingers into his sides, and his little boy shrieked with laughter.

“Dahahahad stohohohohp!” He cackled, scrabbling to get away from his dad.

“Nope,” Patton said, popping the P. He heard his husband come into the room.

“Ah, Patton, I see you have caught Virgil,” Logan said, smiling softly at the pair. Virgil reached out for him, making grabby hands.

“Pahahapahaha! Hehehehlp mehehe!”

Patton slowed, and Virgil finally broke free of his hold. He ran forwards towards his Papa, grabbing at his pant leg. His head was nearly at a ninety degree angle to see him, Logan was already very tall for an adult. When standing beside his three foot toddler, well, he was a giant.

He crouched down and grabbed Virgil under his armpits, binging him to his chest and standing up. Virgil clutched him around the neck in a quick little hug, before turning slightly to look at his dad.

“See, Papa didn’ le’ you,” he stuck his tongue out at Patton.

Patton stood up and approached the two, bopping Virgil on the nose.

“I guess I’ll have to try harder next time then,” he winked and Virgil set off into more giggles.

“It’s time for dinner,” Logan told the two of them, carrying Virgil towards the kitchen. His son perked up, both his hands beginning to quickly pat his papa’s shoulders in excitement.

“Mac Cheese?!” He shrieked. Logan laughed.

“No Sweetheart, it’s mashed potatoes and chicken nuggets for you tonight,” Logan said. Virgil stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, but nodded with a squirm. He was placed into his chair, and the kid immediately adjusted to sit on his knees to see over the table better. He insisted he didn’t want something that would make him higher, claiming that he was a “big kid who didn’t need baby seats.”

Logan sat at the end of the table, and Patton sat beside him. Patton dished out Virgil’s food onto a plate, and the child immediately began to dig his plastic spoon into his potatoes.

“Honey, I know you don’t need to chew potatoes, but please try not to inhale them,” Patton said worriedly.

“Wa’ is inhel?” Virgil said around his potatoes.

“Virgil, don’t speak with food in your mouth,” Logan reprimanded. Virgil nodded and closed his mouth. He swallowed before repeating himself.

“What does inhale mean, Papa?”

“It means to breathe in,” Logan said, stabbing his fork into his chicken.

Virgil considered the word for a moment, but ended up brushing it off. He began eating his food again, potatoes getting all over his face and a few pieces of nuggets hitting the floor.

Patton laughed at his son’s messiness.

“Sweetheart, you’re cleaning up your mess if you make one,” he told his son. Virgil nodded.

“Uh huh,” he agreed, already scooping some of the fallen nugget bits up with his tiny hands. Patton smiled fondly at his son.

Dinner went without a hitch, and Virgil was looking a little sleepy by the time he was done.

“Come on buddy,” Patton said, lifting Virgil out of his chair, “let’s go get you cleaned up.”

“I’ll clean the table,” Logan told Patton, stacking everyone’s plates up. Patton gave him a peck to the cheek, carrying his son up the stairs to give him a bath.

By the time the towel was being run over Virgil’s black hair, the child was nodding off. His head was laying against Patton’s chest sleepily, and his breathing was slowing.

Patton helped him get dressed and carried him to his head, tucking him in with a kiss to his head. Virgil turned his head and returned a kiss to his dad’s own forehead, making Patton chuckle softly.

“Goodnight, Baby,” Patton said as he clicked off the lights to his son’s room.

“G’night… papa…” Virgil said, before falling asleep.

Patton walked down the steps to where Logan was sitting in the living room, reading a novel. Logan looked over his glasses at him.

“Is he asleep?” He asked his husband. Patton curled up beside his husband, and Logan wrapped his arm around his shoulders, putting his book down on the couch cushion beside him.

“Yeah, all that running around today exhausted him. He nearly passed out in the bathtub, poor thing.”

Logan chuckled, kissing his husband’s cheek.

“You did run him in circles today,” he pointed out. He carded his hand through Patton’s dark hair.

“He’s so full of energy, I had to sit down a few times to catch my breath, he just doesn’t stop,” Patton said.

The two of them sighed softly, holding onto each other and just enjoying the silence of the house.

They stayed like that for around an hour and a half. At some point Logan had gone back to his book, and Patton read over his shoulder. It was some mystery novel and it all went over his head, but every once in a while he’d give some commentary.

They did this often, and a few times Patton has figured out the mystery before Logan or the protagonist did. Logan didn’t know if he wanted to be frustrated or kiss him senseless when that happened.

“We should probably go check on him,” Logan commented. Patton nodded, groaning as he stood up and stretched. He gave Logan a hand and pulled them up, and the two of them made their way to Virgil’s bedroom door.

Patton flicked on the hallway light and turned the handle, poking his head in, Logan right behind him.

There was a lump under the blankets. Patton smiled back at Logan, before stepping into the room.

He pulled back the blankets, expecting to see his son’s black hair and sleeping face.

He was met with a pillow.

His eyes widened and he began to panic, turning to Logan. Logan had moved farther into the room.

“Patton? Patton what’s wrong? Where is he?”

Patton shook his head, looking around the room. He checked under the bed, in the closet, and behind the cabinets.

His eyes started to tear up as a horrible realization hit him. He turned towards the window.

The lavender curtains were blowing against the wind, the window itself open.

He ran to the window, noticing the way it was open enough to fit a kid through. The bug screen was popped out and lay on the ground outside.

“Virgil!”

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Virgil was snuggled under his covers, forehead tingling still from where his dad had kissed him. He had a content smile on his face.

His dads were the best thing ever. They gave him hugs and kisses, held him close when he cried, and gave him band-aids when he scraped his knee.

He loved them, very, very much.

He had even given his dad a card! It had all three of them drawn on the front, all holding hands. Virgil was very proud of his crayon work.

He wanted to be an artist when he grew up, and his papa said he was talented enough to get there.

Virgil pulled the blanket up closer to his chin, almost completely asleep.

A small tinkling noise caught his attention, and he opened an eye.

The sound of a bell chime came from his window, and he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked out the glass, noticing a little blue light. The light darted around on the other side of the glass.

Eyes alight with curiosity, Virgil raised to uncover himself and dashed to the window, tugging it open. The bug screen kept him and the little wisp separated, but now he was close enough to get a better look at it.

“Hello?” He asked the little wisp, "Are you a fairy?”

The wisp made another bell noise, and Virgil thought it sounded like laughing. He got the feeling that it wanted something from him.

“What do you want?”

The wisp began to move in the direction of the woods.

Virgil needed to follow it.

He doesn’t know why, but he needed to.

He pushed on the bug screen, surprised when it fell out. Huh, it was much harder last time he did that.

He dangled his legs out the window first, grunting as he crawled down. He yelped as he missed his footing, tumbling the rest of the way. He landed in a bush, with nothing more than a scrape on his elbow.

The small child dusted himself off, and immediately got back up, running to the wisp.

The wisp kept moving in front of him, guiding him into the forest.

The moon was bright and full, shining down on the field and lighting Virgil’s way.

He followed it into the woods.

“Hey! Where we goin’?” He asked the wisp, but it didn’t answer.

They travelled for some time, and Virgil began to regret following it. His dads were gonna be mad…

The wisp stopped in the middle of a clearing, and blinked out of existence with a puff of blue sparks.

“Fairy?” Virgil called after it. When nothing responded but the dense silence, he began to cry.

“I don’ know where I am,” he cried, burying his head in his knees.

A shadow suddenly loomed over him, and a cold hand brought his chin up.

“Hello little one,” said the thing, “and what might your name be?”

“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers,” Virgil answered the strange person. The being chuckled.

“You are young, so I suppose you are right. But a name is all I need,” the thing said.

Virgil whimpered, his dads had always told him not to give his name to strangers, but he didn’t have much of a choice now, did he?

“V-virgil.”

The creature smiled, a too-long mouth stretching across its face.

“Well, Virgil, we are going to have a lot of fun, alright?” The being laughed.

Virgil cried out as suddenly a ring of flowers and mushrooms appeared around them. Sparks and wisps of lights and colors shot from each plant, wrapping around them in a lattice pattern.

“Have you ever wanted to go to fairy-land, kid?”

-

Three months.

It had been three months since Logan or Patton had seen their little boy.

It was all over the local news, in all the papers, on all the bulletin boards and in posters.

The police had searched for weeks, accompanied by half the town population. No sign of Virgil or where he went.

An Amber Alert was released, and suddenly their little boy’s face was added to the many on the ��Missing Person” board in the grocery store.

Patton was long since the point of crying, taking to staring blankly at whatever blank surface was in front of him.

He was sick of the phone calls. Sick of the interviews. Sick of the accusations.

Logan was the same. He was so tired. He hadn’t slept well in the three months Virgil had been missing. He just wanted to wrap his arms around his son again. Just wanted to hear his little high pitched laugh.

Today, the couple was free to do as they pleased. No interviews, no search parties, no calls, nothing. It was an off day.

Every moment they spent not doing anything made guilt chew on their insides, but they really needed a break. They needed to rest. They couldn’t search for Virgil if they were too tired to walk.

They were cuddled up on the couch, same way they were the night Virgil had gone missing.

They didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. All words had already been said.

A knock on the door shook them from their stupor. They looked at each other, confused about who on earth that could possibly be.

“I’ll get it,” Logan said.

He got up, kissing his husband on the forehead like he does every time he leaves him on the couch, and walked to the door.

He opened it to reveal a tall teenager standing on their front porch.

Immediately, Logan was hit with the feeling that something was Different about the kid. His skin was too clear and flawless, his hair too black, his grey eyes too intense and piercing. The kid held himself with a kind of elegant grace that seemed unnatural.

“Ye-,” Logan started to ask, before he was cut off. The kid had lurched forward, wrapping his arms around Logan. He felt his shirt grow wet with tears.

“Uhm, hello?” He asked the teen, arms held hesitantly away from his trembling form.

“Papa, papa it’s me,” the kid cried. His voice was deep, and had a melodic quality to it.

Logan’s eyes widened, “what?”

Patton rounded the corner then, staring at the scene in confusion.

“Logan, who is this?”

The teen shot off of Logan, appearing terrified suddenly.

“It’s me, it’s me Papa,” he repeated, tears pouring down his face as he sobbed, “it’s Virgil.”

Patton’s eyes widened, “Virgil?”

The teen nodded. Patton slowly crept forward, taking the teen’s face in his hands, wiping his tears away. He took in the teen’s face. His jawline, the shape of his eyes. He had spent three years nurturing and taking care of this face, he knew it well.

“Virgil?” He said again, warm tears escaping the corner of his eyes. The teen gulped, and nodded.

“Dad.”

Patton lurched forward and wrapped his arms around the kid, falling to his knees and taking Virgil with him.

Logan watched in barely concealed terror. What happened? Virgil, his little, three year old boy, was just that three months ago.

His little boy was standing in front of him, a full grown teenager.

What??

-

The two fae watched from behind the tree line.

“He isn’t leaving us, is he?” The one with fluttering monarch wings asked the other.

“No, he said he just wanted to talk to them,” The other whispered back, yellow-green scales glittering against the sun.

“Did the deal really end?” The monarch asked, “I thought my brother had asked him to stay longer than thirteen years.”

“It did, but Virgil said he would stay longer than that. He said… he said he loved us,” the snake gulped, “and he was telling the truth.”

The monarch nodded with a sigh, “I hope you’re right.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They both blinked out of existence, leaving a puff of magic in their wake.

[yikesharringrove]

ok so i just had a dream about this and i feel the need to tell you because its prime protective Billy shit. So after the whole mind flayed thing Steve and Billy get to be pretty close friends, and almost immediately they both fall for each other HARD, but both of them refuse to believe the other could ever like them, despite Robin screaming at both of them to just ask the other one out already. (pt.)

(pt.2) one day some random dude comes into the video store and starts flirting with steve, who figures he hasn’t gone on a date since Nancy, the guys cute, sure he’s not Billy but he seems nice enough and steve is also just very lonely, so they set up a date for that Friday at 6:00 and Steve is pretty excited. When he gets to his house and tells Billy, who was there for their wednesday horror movie night, billy tried to seem happy for him even though he ready to kill this guy

(pt.3) Billy does a pretty decent job at hiding his feelings about the date, and he doesn’t want to hold Steve back, but when he gets home he calls Robin and bitches for a sold 30 minutes, she just tells him if he’d got his shit together and just asked Steve our this wouldn’t be a problem. So the day of the date rolls around and Billy doesn’t see Steve all day, can’t bring himself to see him so excite to go date someone else. Around 6:15 his phone buzzes with a call from Steve             (pt.4) he answers and when he does Steve sounds awful, he’s been crying for a while. Asks if Billy can come pick him up, and billy speeds his way there. When he shows up and sees steve leaning against the brick wall rubbing away tears he loses it. Asks him what happened and Steve quietly tells him his date was a huge asshole, flirted with the waitress, pointed out the scar on steve’s hairline and told him he’d be a lot cuter without it, but don’t worry you’re still good enough for a fuck

(pt.5) Billy is ready to kill someone, he hugs steve and drags him to his car and tells him to stay put, slams the door and gets inside before steve can argue, find the guys pretty quickly, grabs him by the collar and spits out some pretty harsh words drops him to the floor and leaves. They are both quiet on the drive back but when billy drops steve off at his house he sheepishly asks him to stay, when billy tells him it’s a bad idea steve says okay and kisses him goodnight. Billy almost faints. 

I am SO SORRY this took a thousand years, it got a lil lost in my inbox.This is modern, Billy got possessed but the kids burned it outta him, everything else is canon.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Billy was “helping” Robin re-shelve, which meant he was pulling random movies off their shelves and putting them in different spots until she noticed and yelled at him.

She looked in the direction Billy was glaring, looked to see Steve batting his eyes as that guy, the tall jocky guy that comes in a few days a week to flirt with Steve.

“Oh, that’s Ben. He comes in all the time and flirts with Steve.” Billy’s eyes were dark.

“And does Steve, does he always, flirt back?” Robin rolled her eyes. Billy was so bad at acting nonchalant.

“Yeah, Dingus really has a thing for him. Talks to me nonstop about him.” Of course he talks about Billy way more often, but Robin is over the two of them being so fucking oblivious.

“Oh. Good for him.” Billy was blinking a lot.

Steve was leaning over the counter, was giggling like a schoolgirl.

The bell over the door jingled. Billy was gone.

-

Wednesday nights had become a tradition. Billy and Robin would come over to Steve’s, would take turns picking scarier and scarier movies.

It all started because Robin thought Steve should expand his horizons, and Billy liked the way Steve would get scared, would hide in Billy, would shove his face into his chest, or his arm, or wiggle his way into his lap.

But he was not in the mood for a movie tonight. Not after watching the way Steve had gone all bashful earlier.

But he found himself pushing open the double doors anyway.

“Bill! Guess what!” Steve was jamming around the kitchen in thick socks and little shorts, a faded Hawkins High Swim Team sweatshirt, and his glasses, like he was trying to fucking kill Billy with how adorable he is. “I got a date!” Billy’s heart thumped to a stop.

“You, you what?”

“I got a date! With that cute Benny that comes into Family Video. He asked me out! We’re gonna go to dinner on Friday!” Steve was so fucking excited. Billy couldn’t find it within himself to bring down the mood. “I just, you know how lonely I’ve been, and, I haven’t been on a date since Nancy.”

Steve was rambling, going on and on about this fucking guy. Was talking over the movie, which normally, Billy would think was kinda cute, but it was all, Benny said the SWEETEST thing, or look at this meme Benny sent.

Billy was about four second from tearing his hair out.

He was driving Robin home after movie night needed to vent.

“Look, I’m not saying I want Steve to be unhappy. I want him to be so happy. But I just, I get a bad feeling about that Benjamin guy.” Robin rolled her eyes.

“Well if you had gotten your head outta your ass and just asked Steve out like I fucking told you to, you, Billiam could be going on a date with our sweet Dingus.”

“I just, after everything this summer, I didn’t know if, if he was ready, and he never really seemed the same after the Nancy shit.”

“That’s a lame excuse and you know it.”

It was. And he knew it.

He avoided Steve the next two days. Couldn’t deal with all the excited posts on Steve’s secret Insatgram account, the one just for his friends.

Apparently he had done a face mask, had taken a fucking candlelit bath. He posted outfit options on his story.

Billy spent Friday chain-smoking in bed, yelling at Max whenever he got kicked off Netflix for too many screen in use.

Steve was getting picked up at 6. Had been posting a fucking countdown on his story. Billy wanted to crawl into a hole and fucking die.

When 6 came, Billy was working out, listening to loud, angry music as he lifted weights. He was trying his fucking best to keep his mind off of Steve, that fucking Benjamin.

But his music was interrupted by his phone going off, Steve’s contact picture filling the screen, a silly one Billy loved of Robin shoving marshmallows into his mouth. He could fit 17.

“What’s up?” It was only half past 6. Something must’ve happened. “Stevie, are you okay?” He could hear Steve sniffling.

“Bill, could you come pick me up?”

Billy was already out the door.”

“Drop your location, Pretty Boy. I’m on my way right now. Don’t move. I’ll be there soon.” Billy sped to the diner.

He saw Steve sitting on the curb outside, his face buried into his knees.

He had gone with outfit option number 4 from his Instagram, a thick cardigan, made of soft dark green wool, his nice jeans, the ones that made his ass look great, and a soft t-shirt. His hair was the most done Billy had seen it in a while. It made Billy’s heart break.

He pulled into a spot, dropping to sit next to Steve.

“You wanna talk about it?” His eyes were red-rimmed, glazed over as he loked at Billy.

“He was, he was so different from how he, how he was. He kept ignoring me, and flirting with the waitress, and he kept like, pointing out the scars on my face, like, like the one here,” he poked at his hairline. “And he said, I’d cuter without it, but, but that I’m still okay for a fuck if he took me face down, because, because my ass is the only thing I got goin’ for me-” Billy pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, Baby. You’re so much better than that, than him.” He kissed the mark on Steve’s hairline. “He still in there?”

“Yeah. I asked him to take me home and he said if I was gonna give him blueballs he might as well fuck the waitress. Since she’s hotter than me anyhow.”

“Stay here.” Billy got up, cracking his neck as he walked into the diner. He found the guy right away, was smiling so sleazy at the waitress in question who looked like she’d rather die than go out with him, but needed a good tip. He stared at her ass when she walked away.

Billy sat in the seat across from his.

“So, Benjamin. Figured you and I ought the have a little chat.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“My name’s Billy.” Ben rolled his eyes.

“God, Steve wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you.” Billy’s heart swelled, but he was on a mission.

“Steve is the best person in this whole God-forsaken world. And you dare treat him like he’s shit on your shoe. You’re fucking disgusting.” He reached up, pulling on the collar of his shirt, slamming his nose into the table, letting his head bounce back up.

“What the fuck, you psycho.”

“He is like sunshine, he is the only thing good in this fucking town, and you have the audacity to hurt him. He is made of love, and you could;ve had him, but you’re a garbage human who deserves jack shit.” He stood from the table, Ben’s nose bleeding into a mad of napkins.

“If you don’t at least text him an apology, I will be breaking more than just your nose.”

Billy stood up, sweeping out of the diner to find Steve waiting by the passenger seat of his car. They drove to Steve’s in silence apart from the odd sniffle from Steve.

They sat for a moment in his drive way, the car off, crickets chirping in the bushes.

“I heard what you said.” Steve’s eyes were wide, his face shadowed.

“And?”

“I didn’t know you felt like that. About me I mean.” Billy sighed.

“Stevie, you are probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I, I love you.” Billy was fidgeting with the steering wheel.

“You mean it?” Billy just nodded, looking straight ahead through the windshield at Steve’s house. “I love you too. Like, a lot. I just thought, maybe you didn’t, didn’t feel the same.” Billy whipped around to look at Steve, see if he was lying.

All he say on his face was such happiness at Billy’s admission.

“You should stay the night.” Steve’s hand was closing around his wrist.

“Look, if we’re gonna do this, I wanna do it right. I wanna, take you out, and spend time with you in a, in a romantic way before we, before we do anything.” Steve’s eyes were so soft.

“Okay. You wanna go out tomorrow? We can do something chill, like, like see a movie.”

“I would really like that, Pretty Boy.” He took Steve’s hand.

“Can I kiss you goodnight, then? Kiss you thanks for saving me back there. Being my knight in shining armor, defending my honor and all that?” Billy’s mind was spinning as he breathed out yeah.

Kissing Steve was as perfect as he always thought it would be.

His pretty lips were soft, and he made these breathy little noises into Billy’s mouth, their hands were still clasped together, Steve’s other holding onto Billy’s bicep, Billy weaving a hand into Steve’s hair.

Steve’s eyes were closed when they pulled apart, they were soft when he blinked them open.

“So, tomorrow then.” Billy grinned, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“Tomorrow, Pretty Boy. I’ll call you in the morning. We’ll talk.” Steve danced like a loser all the way up to his porch, making Billy laugh and flash his headlights. He stumbled through the front door.

Billy texted Robin right when he got home, sent her a simple Benjamin’s the worst but you’ll be happy to know I pulled my head outta my ass :)

[metalnmagick]

Well I started out wanting to write nickles mic sharing but it turned into Magnus having his first of many diva tantrums and well. Here you go.

Contains: Nickles (if you squint) and also MagNate (also if you squint), fighting, and general jackassery and jealousy on Magnus’ part. Enjoy!

Let the record state that Magnus Hammersmith did not intend for any of this to happen.

They’d never intended on Pickles usurping Magnus as backup vocalist, but Nathan figured since Pickles had been a vocalist previously and his voice was more distinct, he was a better fit. That much had been fine with Magnus, who preferred to devote himself to his guitar anyway. But this… This was a little much.

“No, it’s never gonna work if we don’t come in at the same time.” Pickles sighs, getting up from his drum kit and walking over to Nathan. “Look, just keep yer eyes on me when we do it.” He reaches forward, hands touching Nathan’s as he holds the mic with him.

Let the record state that Magnus Hammersmith does not have feelings for Nathan Explosion. They've just become used to each other over the time they’ve spent together trying to get Dethklok off the ground. Nathan has been the only one able to handle Magnus. Nobody else has the right dedication or vision to keep up with Magnus’ lofty standards.

And sometimes if cramped hotel rooms throw them together into one bed, and they’ve both been drinking, that’s just been due to circumstance. Nothing deeper to being tangled together on a twin sized bed, nothing deeper to whiskey flavored tongues pressing together under the flickering light of a lamp whose bulb should have been changed long ago, nothing deeper to heaving chests and desperate grunts in the fevered heat of drunken passion.

Let the record state that Magnus Hammersmith is absolutely not jealous. He just thinks it’s embarrassing how shamelessly Pickles flirts with their frontman.

“You don’t have to hold the mic for me, I’m not a kid.”

“I’m not holdin’ it for ya. I’m holdin’ it with ya.” Pickles rolls his eyes, smiling good naturedly. “We gotta sync up if we want this t’sound any good. We’ll go slower this time. Don’t think about how it sounds, just think about us keepin’ pace.” Nathan nods in response and Pickles turns to Magnus, pushing teased red hair off of his shoulder to see him better. “Okay, let’s try this again, but a little slower. Ready?” Magnus grunts in response, placing his fingers on the strings. He starts to play, a little slower this time.

Let the record state that Magnus Hammersmith did not write this song to be a duet. Pickles was the one who swooped in with his brilliant idea, and Nathan never turns Pickles’ ideas down. He insists Pickles knows what he’s talking about, but Magnus thinks he knows more. He wrote the damn song after all. But he hates arguing over relatively small details, so he had let Pickles do what he thought was best.

Nathan has to crouch slightly so they’re on the same level, and their mouths are separated only by the microphone and scarcely an inch of space on each side. Magnus bites his tongue to keep from telling them to get a room, and continues playing.

Nathan’s eyes are fixed on Pickles’ lips as they sing, trying to stay with him as the song picks up. They’re doing alright so far, and once they get through the first section of the song, Pickles gestures for Magnus to stop.

“Yer doin’ great!” He pats Nathan on the shoulder encouragingly. “Just pay attention to when I breathe in, because there’s not a whole lotta room to do it in this one.” Nathan nods, and they stand there, talking about nothing, faces still so close they look like they’re whispering about something.

“Magnus, you okay?” Nathan asks, taking him by surprise. “You look pissed.”

“I’m fine.” Magnus says, letting out a short huff. “I just need a drink.” He sets his guitar down on a chair and leaves, walking to the makeshift kitchen in their practice space, not even asking if they want anything.

He stands by the fridge, beer in hand, and tries not to think about the way Nathan’s eyes lingered on Pickles’ lips a little too long after they finished singing. Tries not to think of the way their fingers locked together around the mic, as if it was all too natural for them. Tries not to think about the way it burns him up inside how they look at each other, how they laugh together like old friends, how Nathan gushes about him nonstop when he isn’t around.

Magnus peers into the room as he finishes off the latter half of his beer, and nearly rolls his eyes all the way back into his skull. Pickles is standing half-behind-half-beside Nathan at his drums, hands on his, guiding him with the sticks to show him how it works. Like something out of a cheap romance movie.

“So that’s the easy part. But now ya gotta multitask.” Pickles slides one leg forward between Nathan’s to hit the pedal. Magnus can see Nathan blushing from here, and it makes him sick. He pulls a cigarette out of his shirt pocket, lighting it and taking a deep drag.

“So how did you even learn the drums?” Nathan asks.

“‘S a helluva lot easier than the guitar. Just kinda paid attention to our drummer in Snakes n’ Barrels when he played. Easy enough to pick up on.” Pickles shrugs, keeping his eyes on the drums.

Smug fucking bastard. Magnus thinks, scoffing to himself. False modest piece of-

“Magnus, you almost done in there?” Pickles calls, walking away from Nathan and his drums and back over to the mic. “I wanna try ‘n go through that last one a couple more times.” Magnus crushes the empty beer can in his hand on a countertop, tossing it in the trash and walking back in. He tries to maintain his composure as he puts his guitar back on.

“Yeah, let’s just fuckin’ go.” He grunts, cigarette still in his mouth.

“You sure you’re okay?” Nathan asks again, walking back to Pickles and taking the microphone off its stand.

“I’m fucking fine. Just go.” He starts playing, hardly giving the two of them time to get ready, and they start up again.

Let the record state that Magnus Hammersmith never really thought they needed a drummer. He’s firmly convinced that he and Nathan could have been great all on their own, vocals and guitar, and they didn’t need some bigshot from a has-been glam rock band coming in and telling Magnus how to do things. Now Nathan is suggesting they get a bassist, and maybe someone on keyboard, or a second guitarist. Magnus is convinced Pickles is the one giving him these ideas.

“Dude, slow down. Yer goin’ way faster than normal.” Pickles breaks his reverie, and Magnus stops all at once, giving him a venomous look.

“Why don’t you write the fuckin’ songs then if you know so goddamn much?” He asks, a sudden outburst of bitterness that takes both of the other two men by surprise.

“Jesus, calm down. What’s up with you today?” Nathan asks, letting go of the microphone and leaving it in Pickles’ hands.

“Yeah, ya don’t normally act like this…” Pickles gives him a look of concern, and that only pisses Magnus off more.

“I don’t know. I don’t know! Maybe I’m fucking sick of watching you-” he points an accusatory finger at the drummer, “-practically riding his dick all the goddamn time to get your way!”

“Dude, what?” Pickles looks genuinely confused, holding up his hands. “Where’s this comin’ from?”

“You know what the fuck I mean. You fucking flirting with Nathan all the time to change shit about our band!”

“I’m not flirtin’ with anybody. And I’m not tryin’ to change shit! I make suggestions, y’know, like someone in a fuckin’ band.” Pickles’ gaze turns from sympathetic and confused to defensive and angry on a dime.

“Guys, come on-” Nathan starts, stepping between them.

“No, clearly he’s got a fuckin’ problem with me. I wanna hear what it is.” Pickles says, stepping past the vocalist and towards Magnus. “Go on, let’s fuckin’ hear it.” He crosses his arms, challenging the guitarist.

“Oh don’t act so fucking clueless.” Magnus scoffs, setting his guitar aside. “I see the way you hang off of Nathan. Making my songs duets just so you can get close to him, holding his hands to show him your fucking drums, telling him we need more people in the band just to fuel your ego. It’s pathetic.”

“Y’know, not everyone thinks they’re God like you do, Magnus.” Pickles replies, his eyes cold. “I don’t know where you got the idea that I’m out to get you, but it’s not fuckin’ true in the slightest. I’m not some evil mastermind or whatever the fuck. I’m just a guy in a band, and I’m tryin’ to participate. I never expect my ideas to be fuckin’ accepted without question. The only reason anyone’s suggestions get by is because we all fuckin’ agree on them. And I’m not out here tryin’ to seduce Nate or whatever! Maybe you’re just projectin’ because you’re fuckin’ jealous of me or whatever.” Nathan, face flushed and eyes wide, puts a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Guys, stop it! Nobody’s taking control of the band on their own, and nobody’s trying to fuck anybody! Just calm the fuck down and-!” Nathan is shoved aside by Magnus, who lurches forward to swing at Pickles. The drummer steps back at the last second, looking shocked.

“Oh you’re fuckin’ dead, asshole.” Pickles shoves Nathan back and lunges at Magnus, the two of them grabbing each other’s throats. Magnus easily overpowers him, pinning Pickles to the ground and choking him with one hand, using the other to take the nearly-forgotten cigarette out of his mouth and grind it into the drummer’s arm. Pickles cries out and swings a leg up, kneeing Magnus in the dick and forcing a pained grunt out of Magnus, who lets go of him. The drummer shoves him off, getting on top of him and winding back a fist that Magnus manages to catch, inches from his face.

“I’m so fucking sick of you. Always fuckin’ getting whatever you want. You think you’re fucking better than me?” Magnus growls, using his free hand to take the other man by surprise and punch him directly in the nose. There’s a sickening crunch, and Pickles falls back, eyes watering hard.

“I don’t think I’m better than anyone, douchebag!” Pickles cries, bleary eyes keeping him from seeing as Magnus gets above him again, about to deliver another blow. “Yer the one actin’ like a psycho jealous girlfriend outta nowhere!” The words have hardly finished leaving Pickles’ mouth before Magnus punches him again, this time in the mouth. There’s a splurt of blood against his knuckles, and Magnus feels satisfied somewhere deep down inside. He feels like he’s inflicting pain that’s been earned, causing bloodshed that Pickles has been begging for. He’s about to do it again when strong arms grab him from behind, easily pulling him off of the drummer and holding him still at last.

“GUYS.” Nathan shouts, apparently finally having had enough. He sighs, frustrated, and turns Magnus to face him. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you today? You’re acting crazy.” Pickles sits up behind them, assessing the damage done to his face and spitting blood onto the floor.

“Are you kidding me? You two are all fucking over each other!” Magnus tries to wrench free of Nathan’s grip, to stop those piercing green eyes from looking into him, but it’s no use. “Every time you share a mic you look like you’re about to french each other! I leave the room for two minutes and you’re holding hands and feeling each other up by the drum kit! It’s disgusting!” Nathan’s face reddens at the accusation, but his expression remains stony. He shoves Magnus aside, not bothering to look at him anymore.

“Go the fuck home. You’re done for today.”

“Oh come on, you can’t be serious.”

“I am. Go home, get the stick out of your ass or whatever, and stop acting like a fucking lunatic. You’re just pissing everyone off.” He walks over to Pickles, kneeling down to assess the damage Magnus has done to him. Magnus clenches his jaw.

“Fine. I get it. You two have fun practicing.” He practically spits the words as he grabs his guitar and turns to leave. He can hear their voices faintly as he walks out, every blood cell in his veins feeling like fire.

“...don’t know why he’s acting like this…”

“...s’fine...dealt with diva shit before…”

“...sure you’re okay…?”

“...m’fine, Nate’n…worry too much…”

Let the record state that Magnus Hammersmith has never once in his life been jealous, especially not now, as he turns back for a moment to see Pickles smiling sheepishly as Nathan holds his face in his hands as if he’s made of glass. Especially not when he sees the way their eyes meet and expressions soften slightly before he turns around. Especially not when he punches a hole in the cheap plaster of the wall in his apartment when he gets home.

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Next Time

I just realized I never posted this on Tumblr, so here it is...

for @buckybarnesbingo​ and @winterhawkbingo​ !!

by Lira (me!)

square(s) filled: BBB - K1 - knives; WHB - G4 - massage

main pairing: Bucky/Clint

rating: T

major tags/warnings: implied/referenced self-harm (more like self-neglect), massage, nightmares, angst, fluff, first kiss

summary: Clint's nightmares often drive him to the range in the middle of the night, where he pushes his body harder than he should to try to get rid of the images in his brain. When Bucky finds him there, both of them get rather more than they're expecting.

word count: 1741 (+834 in the bonus scene)

*

Clint sends his arrows down the range, one after the other, not even looking to see where they hit. He knows, anyway. He makes intricate patterns–spelling his name, outlining the targets, drawing the shape of a man then shooting it in the eyes, in the throat, in the heart.

It doesn’t help.

He feels the nightmare with every draw. The numbness, the cold calculations, the blind obedience.

The worst part, the part that makes his stomach roil and his head swim, is remembering how good it felt to obey. Blissful. Like putting on a pair of jeans he’s had for five years, washed so many times they’re worn just right. Like the first gulp of coffee first thing in the morning, singing on his tongue and zipping through his veins.

His muscles ache, then burn, but still he shoots, emptying his quiver over and over...and over. A tiny voice whispers if he can just shoot enough, if he can just fall completely into his body and out of his mind, he’ll be able to destroy his personal demons. Or at least exorcise them for a little while.

He lets out a hysterical giggle. Get it? Exorcise? Exercise? You’re a fucking genius, Barton.

When the noise comes behind him he doesn’t think, only reacts. He spins on the ball of his foot, bow drawn, aimed true.

Bucky doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink.

“I couldn’t sleep either.”

Clint lowers his bow. Too out of breath to speak, he just nods.

Bucky nods too, downrange. “Nicely done. Can I help?” Before Clint can answer Bucky’s unstrapping knives from their sheaths and flinging them toward the targets, black and silver flashing in the dimly lit range. The knives thunk home in the man-shaped target Clint made out of arrows–one in the forehead, one in the gut, and one in each knee.

He’s poetry with a blade. Clint’s seen him before, of course, but never like this, never up close and focused and easy.

“Nice,” Clint says. Or tries to. It’s more of an unintelligible croak that comes from his mouth. He tries to clear his throat but his mouth has gone dry, and it’s then he realizes he probably should have had some water, and probably shouldn’t have gone at the training quite so hard.

But he’d had to. Anything, anything, to get rid of the fucking nightmares.

Bucky’s face is doing strange things, and his voice sounds like it’s coming from far away, like maybe he’s standing at the end of a tunnel. But that doesn’t make sense, he’s only a few yards away. He reaches up to check his aids, only then realizing that his hand won’t obey, and that he’s lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. When did that happen? And how?

Yeah, definitely some water next time.

He hears Bucky and JARVIS going on about something, time maybe? Or hours? And then he hears something about water and that makes him open his eyes and hey, when had he closed his eyes?

When he manages to get his eyes open all he can see is Bucky. Bucky, kneeling beside him, leaning over him, giant anxious eyes staring at him. The look is all concern until Clint manages a weak smile, then Bucky beams. The only person Clint’s ever seen truly turn into a beacon of joy like that is Rogers, and that’s never been directed at him before; having Bucky look at him like that…

“You had me worried. JARVIS said you’d been training nonstop for nearly five hours. Without any water.” There’s a bit of reproach at the end there, but Clint focuses on the smile tugging at the corners of Bucky’s lips.

Bucky’s lips. He licks his own lips, suddenly aware how chapped and dry they are from lack of water. Suddenly aware that he’d like them to be softer, nicer, because maybe he’d like to use them for something besides speaking sometime in the near future.

And then Bucky’s arm is around him, pulling him upright, so he can sip from the bottle of water at his lips. Clint doesn’t remember the bottle getting there, but he just goes with it. Most everything seems to be going in and out anyway. Eventually he’ll be all awake again.

“Easy,” Bucky says, his tone low and soothing. “Just little sips.”

The water is the best thing Clint’s ever tasted. He tries to reach up to hold the water on his own, or at least help, but before he can reach the bottle he’s overcome by pain and nausea. He cries out, losing some of the water in the process, and almost choking on more.

Aw, water, no.

“Shoulder?” Bucky asks. His voice is still calm, still soothing, and even as Clint gives a very abbreviated because of pain nod he feels the effects of Bucky’s calm helping to ground him.

“Maybe I pushed a little too hard,” Clint says, avoiding eye contact. Bucky huffs a noncommittal noise.

After a breath of silence, Bucky says, “Let me help?” Clint’s eyes snap back to Bucky’s, looking for something in that mysterious blue. “Just trust me,” Bucky says, and that’s enough.

“I’ve done this too, you know.” Bucky, still holding Clint in a sitting position, eases him to the floor. Then, as if it’s nothing, he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. Clint’s somewhat thankful he’s wearing a t-shirt underneath, though in pulling off the sweatshirt the t-shirt rides up, and Clint is treated to an all too brief glimpse of Bucky’s bare stomach.

Bucky’s still talking, and it takes Clint’s brain some effort to go back to listening to the words instead of thinking about that bare strip of skin. “...elf too hard, and had to pay the price after.” As he speaks, still gentle and low, he rolls Clint onto his stomach, folds the sweatshirt, and puts it under Clint’s head. “Not much of a pillow,” he says, interrupting his own narrative, “but it’ll do.”

Clint closes his eyes and listens to Bucky’s voice, breathes what he suddenly realizes must be the scent of Bucky. Leather, metal, the oil he uses to clean his weapons, and–very faintly–chocolate. It’s a good smell, almost as comforting as the voice swirling around him.

“A hot bath would help, but this is better. Stevie’s always goin’ on about human contact and all that; and please don’t tell him I said this, but in this case I’m pretty sure he’s right.” And then Bucky climbs on top of him, straddling his lower back but keeping all the weight on his own knees, firm on the floor on either side of Clint. Even with all this it’s not until he feels Bucky’s hands on his shoulder that he realizes what it is Bucky means to do.

“Ohhhhh.” The sounds coming from Clint’s mouth are close to obscene, but it feels too good for him to care. “Buck, that’s…”

Bucky chuckles. “Again, don’t tell Stevie. Punk. He’s the one who taught me how to give a proper massage. Said I had to learn so when he gets sore I can ‘ease his suffering.’” Clint can’t see Bucky, but he can pretty much hear the eyeroll. “Such a drama queen, that one.”

“Thank god for Captain fucking America.” Clint’s babbling in between his moans, going on about Bucky’s magical hands and needing this after every mission because Nat’s hands are nice but are too small and the others are great but how do you just walk up to someone and ask for a massage? And every time Bucky’s hands touch the bare skin of his neck his brain just whites out, just stops, because it’s soft and electric all at once and he can’t compute.

But if he says anything odd, or if Bucky notices the odd stops and starts in his speech, he doesn’t say anything. He just keeps going, working the cramps and the stiffness out of his shoulders and arms and neck until Clint feels like he must be just a puddle on the floor of the range.

He doesn’t want Bucky to stop. He doesn’t want Bucky to ever stop. But eventually he says, “Bucky. If you don’t stop soon you’re going to relax me right to sleep. What’re you gonna do then, carry me to bed?”

As soon as the words are out he wishes he could draw them back somehow. Because of course Bucky could carry him to bed; Bucky may be smaller than Clint but he’s the Winter fucking Soldier. He could probably carry two Clints to bed and not break a sweat. But he’s here doing something nice, something he doesn’t have to do, and then Clint has to say something to maybe ruin it just because he’s all sleepy and comfy and suddenly realizing that he wants more from Bucky than someone to hang out on the range with or sit by on movie nights. Those things are great–but so are his hands, and his big blue eyes, and the way he makes fun of Steve while making it clear that Steve’s his best friend and always will be. He’s strong and sweet at the same time, and fuck all if Clint doesn’t want everything with Bucky...and when did that happen?

There are fingers in his hair now; not tugging, just a reassuring touch. When the backs of Bucky’s fingers trace Clint’s jawline he lets his eyes flutter open to see Bucky sitting on the floor next to him, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I really don’t want to undo all that relaxin’ I just poured into your muscles,” Bucky says. “Think maybe we can save the goin’ to bed part for next time?”

“Sure,” pops out of Clint’s mouth before he even thinks about it. Then, “Wait, what? Next time?”

The fluttering in his chest is something new, something unexpected.

It’s hope.

The smile on Bucky’s lips becomes genuine. “You heard that, did you?”

Clint wants to jump up, but he’s still just a puddle. Instead he grins, asks innocently, “Is kissing safe tonight? I wouldn’t want to do anything against my doct–”

He’s laughing when Bucky rolls him onto his back and cuts off his words with a kiss soft as butterfly wings. They smile into each other’s mouths, and Clint’s never had a better first kiss.

Or second.

Or third.

*

Bonus Scene

-for @feedmecookiesnow and @elenorasweet, because they asked 💜

Clint blinks drowsy eyes at Bucky. “So. Are you gonna carry me to bed, or do I have to sleep here?”

His grin is lopsided and tinged with exhaustion, and all Bucky wants to do is kiss that adorable face some more. But he’s more in control of himself than that.

That’s what he tells himself, anyway.

Because he has to kiss something, he takes Clint’s hand in his and kisses his wrist, then his palm. “I think something can be arranged,” he says. “I don’t want you to wake up on this floor with a stiff neck. Or to try to get back to your floor yourself and trip over your own feet.”

“I wouldn’t–” Clint starts to protest, but Bucky silences him with a finger to his lips.

“Barton, you’re graceful as a ballerina with a bow in your hands, and damn near as pretty, but you have a knack for injuring yourself.”

“I don’t know what you’re–” Clint mumbles against Bucky’s finger. This time it’s just Bucky’s stare that stops him.

“Fine. I concede.” Clint’s wink is sloppy with sleep, and Bucky has to hold himself still again. “But only ‘cause I want you to carry me to bed.”

As if Bucky needs to be talked into it.

Kissing Clint’s palm again, he says, “Think you can wait for me to clean up? I don’t particularly want to wake up to a lecture from Stark about leaving my weapons all over the range.”

Clint nods. Bucky can see that he’s still pretty blissed out from the massage and the rather extensive make-out session afterward. Bucky’s pretty far gone himself; he’d gone from waking up screaming from another horrible nightmare to finding Clint at the range to watching Clint nearly pass out to feeling Clint’s muscles under his hands to feeling Clint’s lips against his own. Not exactly what he’d expected from the evening.

The knives go back in their sheaths–”How many knives do you have on you, anyway?” “More than the four I threw…”–and the arrows are returned to their proper place in the armory. The bow gets hung up as well; Clint tells him it’s just a practice bow, not one of his good bows. Those are upstairs. Apparently Clint is a bit of a snob when it comes to his bows. Bucky has to turn away to hide his smile.

“Alright, let’s get you up,” he says, easing Clint up to a sitting position. Clint’s not going to make this easy, he really is about half asleep already so isn’t helping much. His head falls forward onto Bucky’s shoulder and he makes a happy humming sound, burrowing his face a little deeper into Bucky’s neck.

“Can’t you help a little? I can’t even get my sweatshirt back on.” He’s able to grab it from the floor where Clint had been using it as a pillow but before he can begin to even try to pull it on Clint, showing far more alertness than Bucky expects, snatches it away from him.

“Mine!”

Even though he’s fair exasperated, Bucky laughs. “It won’t even fit you. Your arms are twice as long as mine.”

“Makes a nice pillow,” Clint murmurs, clutching at the fabric.

Bucky sighs, then gives in and kisses Clint’s cheek. “It’s yours then, sweetheart,” he says, and he knows then he’s gone soft for this fella. “Can we get you to bed, though? You really need to sleep.”

Somehow they manage to both get to their feet. “Now hold on,” Bucky says, and he scoops Clint into his arms.

It should be ridiculous. Clint’s got so much height on him it should just feel silly, like a toddler carrying a teenager. But somehow it just feels...right. Clint belongs here, in his arms, his own arms draped around Bucky’s neck. Clint’s heartbeat against his chest, his breath tickling his ear.

The walk to the elevator, the ride up to Clint’s floor, it’s all over so fast. Too fast. Before he knows it he’s easing Clint out of his arms and onto his bed.

His arms feel empty.

Clint looks up at him, biting his lip, like he’s deciding something. Bucky’s about to just say goodnight when Clint blurts out, “Stay?”

Bucky freezes.

“Not for sex.” Clint stumbles over the words, trying to hurry in his overtired state. “I’m too tired for sex anyway. But just...stay? I think there’s a pair of sweatpants in the bottom drawer,” he adds, nodding toward the dresser.

Bucky just looks at Clint for another full minute. Finally he says, “Yeah, and I’m sure they’re about three feet too long for me.” But he’s already at the dresser when he says it. He finds two pairs, pulls them both out, and throws one at Clint. “Wear something comfortable to sleep,” he says.

“Yes sir,” Clint says, only a little mockingly.

*

It only takes one night to learn that cuddles are a good defence against nightmares. Even better than time at the range.

[anti-the-glitch-bitch]

Into the void

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 3,054

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I am abruptly awakened by an annoying poking in my side. I groan a bit and try to slap the annoyance away. The poking in my side stops, but now there is a finger poking my cheek nonstop.

“Okay. I’m up. Just stop poking me with that infernal finger before I bite it off.” At that moment, maniacal laughter echoes in the closet. “Anti?” I’m still half asleep when I open my eyes. Beautiful blue eyes are looking straight into mine.

“Ha-ha. Still half asleep, are ya?” Sean chuckles as I scramble for my phone. My cheeks are on fire the moment I hear his cute Irish boi accent. After scrambling for what seems like hours, I finally manage to turn the video off. “Yeah, I guess I am. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I must have been super tired from the flight.” I mumble as I try not to freak out again. Sitting up, I look over at Sean and realize he is sitting on the floor. He must have seen my confusion because he scoots back a bit. “I figured if I was sitting on the floor, ya might not throw another loaf of bread at me.”

“Mark is never going to let me live that down. When I die, it will read. Here lies Bri. She threw a loaf of bread at Sean’s face. Sorry about that, by the way. My body went into panic mode and decided to attack?” Sean just laughs at me and starts to stand up.

“Neither of us will. I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes a commemorative video and tells his fans about all of this. I’m just glad it was soft.” Sean smirks and holds a hand out to me. I hesitated very briefly before taking his hand. With a quick tug, Sean has me out of the closet and on my feet. Huh. Sean is a lot taller than I realized. I mean, I didn’t think he was super short, but I thought he was my height. I’m 5’7”, so I’m not exactly short either, but he seems to be about the same size as Mark.

I stretch for a minute, trying to work the kinks out from sleeping in the closet. Sean walks over to the door to give me a bit of space. Which I very much appreciate. I can’t hear the conniving bastard anywhere, and that makes me very concerned. That means he could be plotting my next humiliating moment.

“You know he did that on purpose, right?” My question seems to confuse him. He cocks his head slightly with a questioning look. “He knows I’m a spazz, so Mark waited to tell me you were gonna stay here, at the second, just to see what happened. Though I don’t think it went down exactly as he expected.” 

We stare at each other for a moment before we both start to laugh. It takes a few seconds for us to calm down. “That does sound like something he would do. He told me you were staying here for a while, but he didn’t warn me that I would have to watch out for flying objects!”

“Exactly! I’m sure he’s hiding somewhere plotting his next big prank.”

“I don’t think so? He told me he had to finish recording. I figured the least I could do was make your lunch since it looks like I interrupted the two of you. That’s why I came looking for ye.” Sean looks so adorable when he blushes. It’s only a slight tinge, but it stands out on his pale skin. It gives me some ideas for a prank or two in the future. “I don’t think I like the look on your face. That’s the kind of look that Mark has when he is up to something.” He backs into the hallway with his hands up as if I might attack him.

I give him an innocent smile as I follow him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just going to the kitchen.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, we’ll just see about that.” We joke the entire way to the kitchen. My anxiety is all but forgotten. 

My eyes must be playing tricks on me because as Sean passes a mirror in the hallway, his reflection seems to flicker. For a second, it looks like Anti, green hair and all. Very strange because he hasn’t dyed his hair in forever. His hair is his natural brown color.

What in the actual fuck is going on with me today? It must be because I fell asleep watching those videos. I’m starting to doubt my sanity. I’ll have to lay off the Dark\Anti obsession for a while. Otherwise, someone might try to commit me to a nuthouse.

“Bri? You ok over there?” My head snaps to the kitchen, where Sean is standing by the island. I realize I’m just standing in front of the mirror. I take one last look into it, but all I see is me. “Um. Yeah. For a minute, I thought I saw….” I shake my head, realizing how crazy I would sound if I finished that sentence. “Nothing. Never mind.” I smile when I walk over and see a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it.

“If you’re sure.” He returns my smile and pushes the plate towards me. There is a flash of some emotion in his eyes before it disappears. Worry? Concern? I shrug it off and go rummage in the fridge for something to drink. Cans of Mountain Dew are sitting on the bottom level. Ah, my sweet addiction. Mark makes fun of me all the time because I usually have one with me. Yeah, it’s terrible to drink if as much as I do, but I really don’t care.

“So, any idea on how long Mark is gonna be holed up there?” I start digging into one of the sandwiches. Sean looks up from his phone and laughs. “How do you feel about being on camera?”

“What?”

“I said, how do you feel about being on camera?” Sean puts his hands on his hips, giving me a giant smile. “Um...Ok, I guess? Why?” I have no idea what’s going through his head, so I’m just going to roll with it.

“Great! Mark’s getting everything ready now, but in 20 minutes, all his fans are goin ta know we are staying here. You’re going to make your first appearance on the channel!” He is so enthusiastic about this that it’s hard to say no to him. “It’ll be great! All you’ll have to do is say hi. Mark probably won’t start recording until we get in the room. So, hurry up and eat. I’m goin ta see if Mark needs any help setting up.” He slaps my back and is practically bouncing as he leaves the kitchen. I watch the mirror as he walks past it, but nothing weird happens.

I really, really, really need to lay off those videos. They’re making me hallucinate. Either that or the flight messed me up more than I thought. I sigh and start thinking about this new development that Mark has thrown at me unexpectedly. I should have known Mark would have more than one trick up his sleeve. First, it was Sean, and now it’s getting me on camera. I really am going to murder him. Slowly. Like maybe Criminal Minds style. Munching on the sandwiches, I start scheming at ways to get back at Mark. I’m just finishing the second sandwich when my phone goes off.

Mark: Hey, you finished yet?

Bri: Just finished. Why?

Mark: We have everything set up. We’re just about ready for you to come in.

Bri: Give me 10 min. Let me brush my raggedy ass hair and maybe put on a new top.

Mark: Let me know when you’re done.

I put my plate in the sink and grab my drink. Rushing upstairs, I hear laughter coming from down the hall. It sounds like the guys are having fun. When I get to the guest bedroom, I immediately start looking in the duffel bag for my brush. It only takes a few seconds to find it. My hair is short, black with forest green highlights thrown in here and there. It doesn’t take very long to get it thrown up in a high ponytail.

Next, I rummage through the suitcases until I find my Loki shirt. I head to the bathroom to make sure I look semi-decent. The hairs on the back of my neck start standing up, and I get the creepy sensation that somebody is watching me. The mirror doesn’t show anything, but I look around me because I be paranoid like that. There’s really nothing in here with me, but the sensation only gets stronger.

“Back off, ya spooky bitch!” I sort of whisper/shout in the bathroom. I still can’t find anything here, but it never hurts to set boundaries, in case of, you know…. ghosts. That weird feeling fades away, and I feel like I can breathe again.

Well, that’s not terrifying at all. I check the mirror one last time, grab my drink, and head to Mark’s recording room. I can hear Sean’s voice but can’t make out what he is saying.

Bri: Yo. I’m outside the door.

Mark: Come on in.

“What’s happenin Cap’n?” I saunter into the room and see Mark and Sean sitting at the desk that’s along the far wall. They both turn to look at me with a slight smirk. There is an extra chair by Mark that I head towards.

“Hey, guys!! I know you thought Sean was the surprise guest, and he is, but I have someone else I want to introduce you to. This is my best friend, Bri. We grew up in Cincinnati, and she has finally decided to come for a visit.: Mark laughs into the camera as I give him a push.

“Hardy har har. It’s not my fault you moved so far away, you little shit. Keep it up, and I’ll start posting pics. You thought the Septiplier ship had sailed before? It’ll be 20 times worse once I send these bad boys out into the world.” Mark starts groaning while Sean holds his hands up.

“Whoa. Whoa. Hold it there. Don’t bring me into the equation. I didn’t do anything. I’m pretty sure that ship doesn’t need any more references.” We giggle, and I start looking at the screens in front of me.

One monitor has a bunch of technical stuff up along with a box showing the three of us. Another screen has a chatbox that seems to be really active. Comments are flying by so fast that it’s tough to read, though one reoccurring word catches my eye. Checking my phone really quickly, my suspicion is confirmed. “Hey, so I have a question I need to ask everyone watching.” I stand and get behind Mark. I place my hands on his shoulders and start squeezing. Not enough to hurt but enough for me to feel him tense a little. “How mad would y’all be if I murdered our Markimoo here? I was under the impression I would be on a video, not walking into a Live stream.” 

I give Sean a smirk that instantly puts him on guard.” Neither did Sean. I’m thinking that they might need to beg for forgiveness.”

“He told me not to tell you!!” Sean instantly points his finger at Mark while laughing. “I’m too adorable to be murdered, plus I was afraid if I told you, you wouldn’t show up, and then people would think I was crazy.” Mark leans his head back, giving me puppy dog eyes.

“Fineeeeeee. I won’t murder you, but you’ll have to make it up to me with a very incriminating picture. I’ll be taking the picture so I can post it later, and you won’t be able to delete it.” I ruffle the hair on his head as I get back to my seat. They both give a big dramatic groan. “Now, do you see why I wanted her to show up, though I am slightly regretting it.” His gestures get wilder the more animated he gets. It’s all I can do not to rub my hands together and cackle like a witch. 

The stream goes on like this for a few hours. The three of us crack jokes and play a few games together. I watch the chat and answer the questions I can catch. Sometimes they are about me, but a lot are about Mark and Sean. Most of those are just about wanting a shout-out from the guys.

It’s about 6 pm when I finally have to call it quits. Even with the nap I had, I was tired. “Alright, everyone, I enjoyed being here with you guys, far more than I thought I would, but I’m outta here. It was my first time going across the country, and my body is yelling at me for it.” I wave my hand at the camera and try to suppress a yawn. Mark and Sean make cute little pouts and give a fake sigh. “Aww, well, if you must. Everyone give Bri a round of applause. She is a natural in front of the camera. I might even have her join in some of my other videos.”

I take a bow and walk sluggishly towards the door. As I open the door, I feel a hand gently lay itself on my shoulder. I throw an elbow back, thinking it’s Mark, but I don’t make contact with anything. I quickly turn around and make karate-chopping motions, but no one is near me. The guys are still at the desk. Sean looks back at me and starts laughing. “What the fuck are ya doin? I thought you were leavin?”

I do a few more karate chops, just to be funny before I straighten up. “I’m pretty sure a spider tried to attack me; I’m showing it who’s boss. I doubt it will ever try that again, now that it knows I have mad skills.” Mark and Sean laugh and go back to what they are doing. I continue on my way out, severely freaked out. Chica is lying just outside the door, and when she sees me come out, she starts wagging her tail.

“Who’s a good girl? That’s right, you are the bestest doggo in the world!” I love on her a bit and then pat my leg to get her to follow. “Come on, girl. Let’s go outside for a bit. This house is being a spoopy bitch, and I don’t like being inside a horror game.”

We make it outside without an incident. I immediately go flop in the grass on my stomach. I’ve been here less than 24 hours, and I’ve seen some weird shit in the house. I would chalk it all up to ghosts, but that doesn’t explain why I saw Anti in that mirror. I know I still haven’t been sleeping but a few hours here and there, but that shouldn’t make me see things, should it?

There is no way the egos are real. They’re just something Mark and Sean made up. I may like the concept of them, but there is no way I want to meet Anti or Dark for real. Chica comes over to me, trying to lick my face, causing me to laugh. “Alright, girl. Let’s go back into the spooky house because I need some sleep. If I can…” We go inside, and I go back to the guest room. I don’t even bother changing into my pj’s. I just flop into the bed, falling right to sleep.

The Darkness is alive.

My heart is in my throat as I jerk awake. The dreams are all a blur, but I vaguely remember the Darkness trying to hurt me. The bedroom is pitch black, and I struggle to find my phone on the side table. After searching for what seems like hours, I finally find it and check the time. It’s only 3 am, way too early to be up. 

I can’t sleep anymore, so I get up to get a drink. Not sure if it’s remnant feelings from my dreams, but the darkness in the house feels alive. Almost suffocatingly so. I’m paranoid and jumpy as I walk to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, I open the fridge and grab the milk. I really don’t need any sugar right now. After filling the glass, I put the milk back. That weird, creepy feeling is back, and I fucking hate it so much. I quickly close the fridge and turn around, punching the air in front of me.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I came here to get away from my life for a bit. Whatever you are, I don’t care! I haven’t even been here a day, so you need to quite with the spooky shit before I lose my damn mind!” I accentuate that with a few karate chops wildly thrown around.

A deep chuckle seems to come from all around me, making me run for the hills. I leave the milk and make a beeline for the stairs. I grab a pillow and the blanket from my bed and run for Mark’s room. The Darkness pulses as if alive, making me a trip on the blanket. I quickly right myself and quietly enter Mark’s room.

Mark’s bed is high enough off the ground that I can throw the pillow under the bed. I wrap myself in the blanket and slide under the bed. Like a child that knows the monster in the dark is real, I make sure every part of me is covered, including my head. This wasn’t going to be a comfortable place to lay, but I wasn’t staying in my room while this spooky stuff is going on. I was so going to talk to Mark about this in the morning.

“It’s not real,” I mumble to myself over and over again. Every once in a while, I throw in a “Leave me alone.” It feels like forever before everything starts to feel normal again, and I can fall back asleep. 

A precious, dreamless sleep.