#yep i'm okay *stumbles to the floor*

[lonelyzarquon]

Kathryn Hahn as Agatha Harkness 1.01 Seekest Thou The Road

[orangevtae]

I'm Right Here

[Joel Miller x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Ellie Williams]

Summary: Ellie needs reassurence that you are alive and well after an infected surprise attack while you were taking a walk with her

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, mentions to panick attacks and PTSD's, Reader is seen like a mother figure to Ellie, hurt/comfort, death and blood (typical TLOU thing), Joel and Reader are in a stabilished relationship, slight mentions to episode 4 (?).

A/N: Yep, another Joel Miller one, guess i'm never getting over Pedro's characters 🤷‍♀️ I don't know many words are in there, but enjoy!

She couldn't breath. Ellie felt like her lungs were full of something that felt like it made hard for her to breath or concentrate. Water, maybe. Water, yes. Water was the best way she could describe it right now of how she felt like her lungs were. Like they were full of water and it was infecting the rest of her body, making her head go dizzy.

She didn't knew exactly what to do, it felt like the world had stopped the moment your hand shoved her hard on the ground, away from you before that infected got near to her and you ended up stumbling and falling, the infected above you while it gorgled and screamed and she could see the little mushrooms out of their mouth, ready to infect you while you tried your best to get a hold on the gun that had slided away from your hand when you fell.

She had to do something, she had, she had, she had, she had! But it was like her whole body was glued to the ground, like the grass beneath her hands and knees had embraced her and didn't want to let go. She thought about searching with her hand for the knife she always carried with her, but she couldn't move, her whole body shivred and trembled and when she managed to lift her right hand, she could see how she was shaking.

While you were on the ground, you could see that Ellie was like a statue, her hands shaking and eyes welling with unshed tears. She was having an panick attack. You did as best as you could, Joel was too far to hear you shout to him. You put too much pressure on the arm that was holding far the infected away from you and managed to slide your legs on it's abdomen, kicking it away enough for you.

You slided close to your gun and when the infected was close enough to get a bite out of you, you shoot it. Blood gurgled out of it and sprayed it all over face and chest, making it clear that it was so close that it could've bite you and infected you, but you were able to be faster than it.

You shoved the dead corpse off of you and on the ground, taking a deep breath as you unloaded your gun, praying that no other infected or human heard it. But Joel did, a little bit far from where you were with Ellie but he went running to where you were.

As you took another deep breath and got up to go to Ellie, you felt a pang of pain on your ankle, maybe you had twisted it when you went down on the floor, but you gave zero shit to that as you stumbled up to a very clear panicked Ellie in front of you. When you kneeled in front of her, you could hear her uneven breath and the tears that were slowly running down her cheeks.

"Ellie, baby" you whispered "Ellie" you said softly

She focused slowly on you, taking her eyes off the dead infected and focusing on you instead "You...it..."

"I need you to stay with me, darling" you said again "Need you to focus on me"

"You...it attacked...you" she cried slowly

"I know darling i know, but i'm alright, see." you smiled softly at her "I'm here baby, i'm right here"

Ellie couldn't do much if not crying. It was like all of the invisible water on her lungs were suddenly drained out. You were alive. You weren't infected. You weren't bitten.

"...Blood, there's blood..." she said again, her lip trembling

"I know baby i know, but it's not mine. It's not mine" you grabbed both of her cheeks, her tears wetting your hands immediatly "It's not mine, i wasn't bitten. I'm okay baby, i'm okay" you felt your own tears welling up on your eyes. "Think you can breath with me?" you asked her, she only nodded "Okay darling okay, take a deep breath, with me ok? In..." you took a deep breath, counting at least three seconds, Ellie following you "...Out" you exhale.

You and Ellie did it at least three or four times of breathing exercise, calming both of you down. As the rush of the adrenaline runned out of your body, you came more to your senses. In moments like those ones, your body always went on survival mode, it was like it worked on automatic, you had to make sure to come out alive on those situations but at that time, even with the infected above you and ready to take a piece, you could only focus on Ellie. She has become your priority, the daughter you never had and you made sure that she would be alive.

It broke your heart to see her in the state she was now. Usually she was full of sass and sarcastic comments but it was in moments like these, were danger took it's claws out on unexpected times, that you remembered that she was only a child. A girl that grew up on this world conditions were the only thing she knew that what mattered was to be alive.

After you spent weeks and months travelling with someone, you're faded to get attached. And Ellie got quickly attached to you, you were the first one to embrace her when you, Joel and Tess got responsible for taking her to the Fireflies. She didn't remember much of her biological mom, actually she didn't remember nothing of her, but looking up at you, you were what she always wanted to have as a mom.

She cried harder now, thinking that she almost losted you. Her breath was back to normal again but she rushed to hug you, arms holding you tight on your neck while she cried and searched comfort on you like she did other few times. Ellie wasn't good with emotions, she didn't knew how exactly demonstrate them if it wasn't with sass, sarcastic comments or terrible puns, so she hugging you and crying surprised you.

"I thought...thought that i had lost you" she sobbed now.

You took a while, but hugged her back, one of your hands massaging her scalp while the other rubbed her back in movements of up and down "You didn't baby, you didn't. I'm right here, i'm right here" You could feel the blood on your face drying up at the same time that you could feel your own tears rushing down your cheeks and wetting them with a mix of tear, dry blood and dirt from the ground "I'm right here".

As you were comforting Ellie, you heard some steps ahead of you. Out of instict, you holsted your gun up and pointed to a out of breath Joel in front of you, his flash and gun pointed to you both. He could see the hand that was holding your gun trembling, so he took a look out on the scene in front of him and let out a relieved sigh to see that you had took down an infected.

"What happened?" he asked soflty, taking shorts strides towards to you

You exhale deeply, happy to see that it was your husband "We got surprised, he got out of nowhere"

Joel kneeled down next to the both of you, seeing as Ellie was gripping on you for her dear life, like you were about to disappear any moment "You guys got hurt?"

"I think i sprained my ankle when it tackled me to the ground, but other than that, we are safe" you told him softly, putting your gun down.

"Think you can walk?" he asked you, voice laced with worry as his eyes went from you to Ellie.

"I think i can, it's not hurting that much" you sighed, turning your attention back to Ellie "Ellie, i need to get up" she didn't flinch

"Ellie..." Joel started but you shook your head to let him know you could handle it, he nodded.

"C'mon baby, we have to go back to camp" you tried again, but she didn't budge "Ellie, darling, i'm not gonna disappear if you let me go, i'll be right here like always. I won't vanish from thin air, okay?" she took a while, but nodded "I'll get up, so Joel can help me to get back up and walk me back, he won't let anything happen to me. You know that, right?" she nodded again, her grip on your neck relaxed, giving you enough space to move "That's my girl."

As she took a space between you both and got up to make space to Joel help you up, you noticed her red cheeks and puffy eyes. Joel's heart squeezed at the scene, he didn't like to see any of you upset, so as he grabed your backpack, pulled it over his shoulders and lift you on his arms, he could see Ellie's attentive gaze on you, making sure you were beeing taking care of.

After you got back and Joel tended to your ankle and helped you to clean off the dried blood and making sure you really weren't bitten or scratched anywhere, you were getting ready to sleep, Joel's sleeping bag right beside yours.

She followed you both back to the camp in silence.

Ellie was a bit far, looking over to you and debating with herself if she should ask you what she wanted or let it slide for now. While you layed your head on your backpack as a makeshift pillow, you could see her struggle.

"What is it?" you asked softly at her

"I...hum" she took a deep breath, it was hard to voice out her thoughts "I was thinking if i...if i could sleep with you"

That got not only you by surprise as it did Joel's, that really was uncateristically Ellie. Thinking that you took too much time thinking about it, Ellie was ready to just lay down and forget that she even thought about voicing it to you "Of course you can darling. Come here"

She let out a deep breath of relief after hearing it and seeing your arm extended to her. She grabbed her sleeping bag and crawled over to where you and Joel were at, she put it right beside you and got inside, getting comfortable.

You smiled to her, hugging her close to you. She took a while, but made sure to return the hug, her arm around your waist while she nestled her head on your neck, feeling as comfortable as she could.

As you massaged her scalp with your free hand and hummed you both to sleep, Joel couldn't help but let out a soft smile grace his lips at the scene. He and Ellie were very much look alike, they weren't both good with emotions, being emotionally constipated but when given the chance to be under your comfort, they felt like they were in the happiest and safest place in Earth, even if they lived in a world like that.

He would keep watch, just to make sure that nothing else would stumble out of nowhere to make harm to, the now, both of his most special people in this world. Looking over at you both, he only thought of how much Sarah and you would've got along, of how much she and Ellie would take part on sass and annoy him anytime they could. He knew Sarah would've loved the both of you.

So with a soft smile, thinking about Sarah, his wife and now the girl that grew up so much on his heart to considare her as his own, he kept watch, to make sure that nothing would disturbe you on your sleep.

He was doing what he knew to do best: protect those who he loved.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 5

Sunburn - Healing Salve - Heatstroke - "Of my Pain Will Stretch that Far" (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

"Please master, can I have a second", Whumpee pleaded through gasps of breath.

They had been crawling behind Whumper for an hour now. Whumper liked taking these walks on the empty roads surrounding their off grid vacation home. This area allowed them to truly have Whumpee play pet. Whumpee was fully naked, only dressed in a collar and leash.

"Hmm, having a hard time keeping up with me pet?", Whumper turned, "we just have another mile before we're home. You can make it."

"Yes Master, but please may I have a second?", Whumpee pleaded, "I think I just found a piece of glass."

Whumper frowned as they saw blood oozing from Whumpee's hand.

"Hmm I suppose you did", Whumper sighed as they knelt to get a better look, "I don't have any first aid so I guess I'll allow you to walk like a person until we get your hand cleaned and bandaged."

"Thankyou master", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper stood, and helped Whumpee stand.

"Your knees look about tore up to", Whumper sighed, "I guess we won't take this path again."

Whumpee stumbled to the side a little, "I-I don't know if I-I'll make it master."

Whumper frowned as they saw how red Whumpee's skin was.

Whumper pulled out their water bottle and dumped the rest on Whumpee.

"Hmm", Whumpee whimpered.

"Okay let's go", Whumper lifted Whumpee onto his back and started to walk quickly.

"Master.... yo-your carrying me?", Whumpee moaned.

"Yep, I don't need you to have a heatstroke out here. I guess I didn't realize how bad the sun was", Whumper sighed, "I think you are dangerously close."

"Hmm", Whumpee moaned again.

"Whumpee, I know I don't tell you to do this often, but keep talking to me", Whumper said worringly. They were nowhere near a hospital if Whumpee did have a heatstroke, "I can't have you passing out on me."

"Wh-what sh...ould I-I talk abo-ut", Whumpee labored.

"Anything you want, just keep talking", Whumper groaned under Whumpee's almost dead weight.

"My favorite treats?", Whumpee perked up for a second.

"That's fine", Whumper nodded, "what are your favorites?"

"I like when you get those chocolate cookies with the cream in the center", Whumpee whispered.

"Uh-huh", Whumper sighed, trying to get Whumpee to keep going, "how about the granola bars from this morning?"

Whumpee paused for a moment to think, "I uh, didn't really like those "

"Oh I thought you did", Whumper huffed, "man you are heavier than you look."

"Mm, sorry Master... mm, really tired", Whumpee's head bobbed to the side.

"Whumpee, you really need to stay awake. Keep telling me about treats", Whumper quickened their pace.

Whumpee's head swayed as they lifted it.

"My, uhm... mm head hurts", Whumpee slurred, "and mm hand."

"We'll get bandaged up once we get home", Whumper could see the house in site, "just stay with me a little longer. I'll get a fan on you. Get you nice and cool."

Whumpee didn't answer.

"Whumpee?", Whumper questioned again. Concern in their voice.

"Hmm", Whumpee hummed as their head fell again.

"We're home", Whumper rounded the corner and hurried to get inside.

Whumpee was spread out on the cold tile floor, and a fan was not blowing on them.

Whumper made a few ice pack towels, and placed them in certain spots on Whumpee.

Whumpee continued to breath uncomfortably.

"I think I'm going to need to get you into the tub", Whumper frowned, "I can't believe I was this careless. I normally pay attention, but you were definitely having a hard time. I'm so sorry."

Whumpee woke up and looked around. They moved around a little and caused some water to splash up.

"Hum", Whumpee looked at the tub full of water with concern, "what's happening?"

"Woe easy there Whumpee", Whumper came in after hearing the movement, "don't move too much. You were just unconscious."

"Wh-what happened?", Whumpee looked up at them, "am-am I okay?"

"I think you are now. I'm still a little worried about you", Whumper reached down and pulled up a cup, "I've been trying to get you to drink some of this while you were unconscious. It's electrolyte water. Lets get the rest of this in you."

Whumper helped hold the cup while they drank.

"You have quite the sunburn my pet, I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable for a few days", Whumper sighed at themself for not taking better care of their pet, "let's get you dried off and comfortable. I have some ointment to put on you to help take away the sting."

Whumpee nodded, "I feel a little better now."

"That's good", Whumper stood, "you can soak for a few more minutes while I look for that salve ointment."

Whumpee sighed in relief when Whumper had finished putting the medicine on them.

"Sounds like you feel better already", Whumper grinned as they reached for a pillow to put under Whumpee's head.

"Yes Master", Whumpee laid their head down, "thankyou."

"You're welcome, now go ahead and get some rest. I'll wake you for dinner", Whumper patted Whumpee's head a little before standing.

Whumpee let their eyes blink open and shut. They grew slower and slower.... heavier and heavier.

They could hear Whumper humming in the kitchen. The gentle notes soothed them even more.

"I'm so happy to have Master", Whumpee whispered to themself, "what would I do without them taking care of me?"

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[loveesiren]

Doing It All For Us (Pt. 3)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: When Y/n's life is on the line, Rafe knows he has to tell her how he feels.

Warnings: Drugs, language, overdose, withdrawals, sobriety, California sober, using marijuana to help with withdrawals, seizure, addiction

Word Count: 5.7k+

"I haven't heard from him in two days, Court. That's weird, right?" You say into the phone as you pace your living room.

"I mean yeah it is but it's also Rafe." She responded.

"He always texts me back,"

"Look, try not to worry too much. He's probably just dealing with family shit. The Cameron's look well put together but they're not."

You sigh. "Okay, but if I don't hear from him in the morning I'm going over there."

"Deal. Until then, I have a present for you. Be over in 10." Courtney says, hanging up the phone before you can even answer.

You pace around your living room in a pair of panties and one of Rafe's old t-shirts he'd left at your house.

You pulled out your phone again and dialed your dads number. No answer, as usual. You opt to send him a text instead.

When will you be home next? Maybe we could grab dinner? Miss you.

You shut your phone off. Excited for Courtney to get there so you wouldn't be alone anymore. Rafe had dropped you off at your house, promising he'd see you the next day. You haven't heard from him since. You're so used to his presence. Almost dependent on it. Addicted.

You quickly poured out another line and railed it quickly, chasing it down with a shot of tequila. You cringed at the taste but relaxed feeling the substances take hold of your body.

Courtney finally knocked at your door and you were quick to answer it, throwing yourself into her arms.

"Hey," She chuckled as she wrapped her long arms around you. "You okay?"

You pulled back. "Yeah, just...stressed."

"Well stress no more!" She said as she skipped into your house, pulling her small back pack from her shoulders. "I got you something."

"What is it?"

She wiggles her eyebrows knowingly before pulling something from the small side pocket of her back pack. She held up a baggie with two colorful pills inside. "Ecstasy."

Your eyes widen and your lips follow. "No fucking way!"

"Yep! And not just any ecstasy..." She says. You wait impatiently for her reply. "Pink yin-yangs, baby!"

"Fuck, Court! Where did you find these?!"

"Fucked Barry for them," She shrugs. "He only had a couple. Didn't wanna give them up but I worked my fucking witchcraft pussy magic on him." She chuckles.

You run to her and hold her face between your hands, bringing her head down so you can kiss her face all over. "You're my favorite fucking slut!"

"I know," Courtney smiles. She take the pills out of the bag and drops one in your hand. "Cheers bitch!" She smirks.

"Bottoms up!" You said as you both pop the pills in your mouth and chase it with a shot to swallow.

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You woke up on your kitchen floor next to Courtney. Her feet in your face and yours in hers.

"Fuck," You groaned as you tried to sit up. Courtney stirred next to you.

You heard a knock on your door.

"Who the fuck is that?" Courtney whined. You pulled yourself up on the counter, resting your chin on the marble as you stared at the front door.

"I don't know but I hope they go away." Your head was throbbing.

Another knock at the door. "Y/N!"

You knew that voice. "It's Rafe!" You said excitedly, standing up far too fast as you got dizzy and immediately fell to the floor. "Shit!" You decided to crawl your way to the door. When you finally reached it you leaned against it to get yourself up off the ground.

You finally unlocked the door and swung it open. The bright sun burned your eyes and you quickly shielded them. It took you a moment to adjust before you could clearly see Rafe standing on your porch. A duffle bag in his hand.

"Rafe!" You said excitedly as you stumbled in to him. His body was tense but he relaxed as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo. "Rafe, where the fuck have you been?!" You say as you pull away and push his shoulder.

Rafe looks down to his feet. "My uh...my dad kicked me out." He said, his voice almost breaking.

"Fuck..." You said. "Come in," You grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

"AaaahAAAHHH" You hear Courtney scream from the kitchen floor.

"Is everything okay?" Rafe asks.

"Yeah, we just got fucked up last night. I think she's dying." You chuckled.

Courtney finally made her way to her feet. "Hey Rafe," She said as she bent over and laid her skin against the cool countertop.

"Hey Court, you good?" He asked.

"Peachy!" She responded, giving him a thumbs up.

"Rafe, what happened?" You asked. You could see his eyes begin to water so you pulled him to the living room and sat him down on the cushion-less couch.

"Is that my shirt?" He asked as he took in all of you.

You chuckled. "Uh, yeah...I've been worried about you. I wanted to be close to you."

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

"It's fine, just tell me what happened!"

Rafe sighed. "I tried to take the rest of the money I owed from my dad and he caught me. He fucking, like, disowned me!" He said as he pressed the base of his palms to his eyes and leaned back.

"Rafe," You began. "Why didn't you come to me? I could give you the money. We could go to Barry's right now. I'll pay him."

"No," He shook his head. "My dad paid him."

"Rafe..."

He toppled over into your lap and wrapped his hands around your waist as he sobbed into your stomach. You brought your hand up to rub his back.

"It's okay, Rafe. I promise it's okay. You can stay here as long as you need."

His breathing slowed as you trailed your fingers along his bicep.

"Have you slept?" You ask him.

He shakes his head. "Not really."

"Alright, we all need to sleep." You say as you stand up, bringing Rafe with you. "And then tonight, we'll invite Kelce and Top over and Court will make dinner." You smile.

Rafe smiles back at you.

"Court! Get your ass up, we're sleeping in my bed the rest of the day!" You yell.

"Fucking BET!" Court shouts as she runs to you.

You lead Courtney and Rafe upstairs. Courtney collapses on the left side of your bed. You pull the covers over her and climb in beside her, pulling her back against your front and playing with her long blonde locks.

Rafe hesitates.

"Come on," You insist as you reach out your hand to him, once again inviting him to your bed.

He comes over, crawling in on your right side and slipping an arm around your waist.

You felt so comforted between your two best friends. The last thing you felt before you drifted off to sleep was Rafe nuzzling into your hair, earning a smile from you.

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"Wake up bitches!" Courtney screamed as she jumped up and down on your California king.

"Fuck, Court. What time is it?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. You could feel Rafe's arm grip you tighter.

"It's 6pm baby, time to fucking party!" She yelled. She had obviously had a few lines. "Top and Kelce are on their way over."

"Shit, okay." Feeling Rafe's body against yours made you not want to get up from this spot, like, ever. Drugs, alcohol, friends, could all wait. You just didn't want him to let go of you. "We'll be down in a minute, Court."

"Okay you freaky little love birds. Don't forget to wrap it up!" She yells as she leaves the room.

You flip her off.

"Has she always been this annoying?" Rafe mumbles against your shoulder.

"Absolutely. Since we were four." You chuckle.

"I never wanna get up,"

"Me either," You state. "But we can't keep our guests waiting." You say as you sit up.

"Our guests?" He asks.

"I mean yeah. You brought those fuckers into my life," You chuckle. "Plus you live here now."

His eyes sparkle and he smiles up at you. "You sure it's okay if I stay here for a while?"

"Rafe Cameron..." You bring your lips down to his ear. "You have been living here since the night we met."

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You and Rafe finally made your way downstairs. Kelce and Topper already had music blasting in the living room. You and Courtney sported the same look. Panties and an over-sized tee with messy hair to match. Glitter still on your face as always.

"Help me make dinner!" Courtney yelled to you as she slaved away over the stove.

"You know I can't cook, Court." You sighed.

"I'm gonna teach you!"

Rafe went and joined the guys in the living room.

"So you fucked her yet?" Kelce asked as soon as Rafe sat down.

"Don't be gross," Rafe spat.

"Rafe Cameron calling sex gross?" Topper asked. "That's a statement."

Rafe thought back to the conversation he overheard you and Courtney having. Virgin. The term was not something this island was used to.

"Man if you don't hop on that, I'm gonna shoot my shot." Kelce said.

"Shut the fuck up!" Rafe hissed.

Kelce held his hands up in defense. "Alright, alright! Mr. Whipped."

Rafe ignored him as he watched you and Courtney try to throw pieces of food into eachother's mouths. The way you moved and laughed was absolute art to him.

He liked Courtney. But he really liked the side of you that came out when you were with your best friend. Like nothing else in the world mattered. Pure bliss. And for that, he loved Courtney too. He would never get sick of watching you two dance on eachother and laugh at everything in the fucking world.

"He's drooling again," Topper laughed.

"Shut up, dude. Pour me a shot." Rafe finally said as he snapped out of his trance.

"Dinner's ready boys!" Courtney yelled.

You finished setting your dining room table. The one that hasn't been used since you moved in here.

"This smells fucking amazing," Topper said as he dashed into the room. Kelce and Rafe not far behind him.

Rafe went to the head of the table and pulled your chair out for you.

"Thank you," You smiled at him as you sat down.

"Of course, sweetheart." He said before sitting down next to you.

"Okay!" Courtney clapped her hands together. "We made chicken, green beans, sweet potatoes, and caesar salad."

"It was all Courtney." You said.

"Shut up," She hissed. "You helped and you did amazing."

"It looks amazing," Rafe said as he passed dishes around.

As you all sat and ate you took in the sight before you. Topper and Kelce shirtless. You and Court in your underwear. Rafe in sweats. None of you dressed up for a night at the club. Just happy and enjoying eachothers company. You were finally feeling at home and you couldn't be happier.

After dinner, you all retired to the living room for a horror movie marathon. You rested your head in Courtney's lap while you draped your legs over Rafe's. Topper and Kelce sat on the other couch while they jumped at every scene together.

Courtney ran her fingers through your hair as she laughed at the boys. "You guys are such pussies!"

You felt your phone buzz and you pulled it out of your pocket. It was your dad. Your face lit up as you opened the message.

Be home next week. I'll try to fit dinner in. Just put 10k in your account. Love you.

You frowned at the text. You hadn't seen your dad in weeks and he wasn't even sure if he could make time to have dinner with you.

You sucked on your teeth before you sat up and poured yourself a shot.

"You okay?" Court asks.

"Yeah! Just ready to catch a vibe." You say as you pour out a line of blow. You don't even bother with a bill as you bring your nose to the table and rail it.

Rafe bites his lip as he watches you. He'd always loved your ability to party like the boys but he couldn't help but worry. He could tell when you were having fun and when you were getting fucked up to forget. Rafe studied you daily.

"Y/N, take it easy," Rafe said as you went for your third line. He placed a hand on your shoulder and you shrugged him off.

"I'm feeling fucking perfect." You whispered as you laid back between your two best friends.

You didn't notice your leg shaking until Rafe put his hand on your knee.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He asked.

His voice twirled around in your head and you smiled. You quickly stood up and took a few steps forward.

"Dude, is she good?" You heard the echo of a voice in the background.

You quickly bent over and expelled your dinner all over the living room floor before collapsing. You could feel your body begin to convulse as your vision faded to black.

"Y/N! Courtney yelled, quickly turning you to your side.

"Fuck dude!" Topper yelled as him and Kelce stepped back.

Rafe ran to you and placed your head in his lap as you continued to convulse.

"Start my fucking car!" He yelled to Courtney as he grabbed the keys from his pocket and threw them at her.

Courtney didn't hesitate. Kelce followed after her.

"What do we do?!" Topper yelled as he paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair.

Your body went limp.

"Y/N? Y/N?!" Rafe yelled, slapping your face lightly. He watched as your eyes rolled back in your head.

"Fuck!" Rafe yelled, scooping you into his arms and running to the truck. Topper was right behind him.

Rafe jumped into the back seat and pulled you into his lap. Topper jumped in next to him and Courtney quickly backed out of the driveway and sped off.

"Hurry!" Rafe yelled, his voice cracking. He shoved two fingers down your throat and you vomited instantly but you were still unconscious. "Fuck, Y/N come on! Don't you fucking die on me!" He yelled as he held you sideways in his lap. He forced his fingers down again, adding more vomit to the back of his truck.

"We're here!" Courtney announced. Everyone spilled out of the car. Rafe holding you close to his chest as he ran into the hospital first. Courtney not far behind him.

"Help us!" Courtney yelled. "Our friend, she overdosed!"

Nurses were quickly at their side, pulling you from Rafe's arms and placing you on a gurney. You began to convulse again.

Courtney grabbed your hand and ran along side of you as you were wheeled back. Rafe attempted to follow but the nurses stopped him. "I'm sorry, we can't have you all back there."

Rafe was full on crying now. He fell to his knees. Topper and Kelce tried to grab him and pull him back to the waiting room.

"Come on, dude. She's gonna be okay we just have to wait it out." Kelce assured him.

Dragging Rafe to the waiting room was a challenge as he was bigger than both Topper and Kelce.

Rafe didn't stop pacing for an hour and a half. Constantly asking every nurse that walked by if you were okay. They never had an answer for him.

Finally, Courtney came out to the waiting room.

Rafe ran to her immediately. "Is she okay?!"

Courtney could hardly breathe, anxiety riddled her face, but she quickly nodded. "Yeah, she's going to be okay."

Rafe finally let out the breath he'd been holding in. Topper and Kelce relaxed too.

"It wasn't just the coke," Courtney said as tears filled her eyes. Her fists were clenched by her sides.

The boys looked up at her. "What do you mean, Court?" Kelce asked.

"She, uhhh...she took some pills. Opiates." Courtney choked.

Rafe ran his hands through his hair, gripping the hair on the back of his neck as his legs shook.

"She, uhm.." Courtney started. "She's always had a problem. I thought she quit the pills but, uhm, I guess she just got better at hiding it." Courtney was crying now.

"Can I see her?" Rafe asked as he stood up and approached Courtney.

She nodded. "Uhm, yeah. She's stable. They pumped her stomach. She's really out of it."

Rafe nodded and pulled Courtney into a hug. "Thanks for staying with her." He whispered against her hair.

"We have to help her, Rafe." Courtney sobbed into his shoulder.

"We will." He promised.

He handed Courtney off to Kelce before he headed back to your room.

Rafe shuddered as he walked into the room. Seeing you unconscious and hooked up to a bunch of machines absolutely killed him. How had this night gone so wrong?

Rafe sat in the chair beside your hospital bed and took your hand between his. He placed a kiss on your knuckles before pressing his face into the mattress and sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I said I'd take care of you and I didn't." He choked on his words. "I almost lost you. We all almost lost you. Fuck..."

You stirred slightly.

"Rafe?" You mumbled.

He looked up at you. You were barely able to open your eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart? I'm here. I'm always here." He said as clung to your hand, running his other hand through your hair. Your perfect hair that he could never get enough of.

"What happened?" Your voice was practically a whisper.

"Later," He started. "You need to rest."

"Rafe?"

"Yes?" He asked, choking back tears as he brushed his thumb over your cheekbone.

"Don't leave me," You breathed.

"Never." He promised.

You slipped back into sleep and Rafe never left your side. Constantly at the edge of your bed, watching your chest rise and fall to make sure you were breathing steadily.

He only looked away from you when the doctor came in. He discussed details and options with the doctor. Rehab, medication, the whole nine.

It was another two days before you fully awoke.

She's up!

Rafe texted the group chat. He had sent Courtney and the boys to go watch your house.

On my way!

Courtney responded.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and scanned the room. White walls, monitors, a small television in the corner. Was this a hospital?

"Hey," A familiar voice said. A voice that made you break out in a smile before you even turned to look at him.

"Hey," Your voice was raspy but your smile made up for it.

"Here, have some water." Rafe said as he brought the bottle to your lips and helped you drink.

When you finally laid back you sighed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly.

"I'm sore," You admitted.

Rafe bit his lip, remembering how you had seized in his arms. The memory would haunt him forever.

"What happened?" You finally asked.

Rafe sniffled. "You, uhm...You overdosed."

You trained your eyes on the ceiling. "Hmm."

"Why didn't you tell me you were taking pills?" Rafe asked.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply. Knowing that the doctors found it all in your system and Courtney probably told them all about your little habit.

"Y/N..."

"Rafe, I don't want to talk about it."

Before he could say anything else, Courtney busted into the room.

"Y/N," she sighed with relief as she ran to hug you.

"Hey bitch," You said as you wrapped a weak arm around her.

Rafe watched as you and Courtney caught up for a moment.

"Uhm, did you call my dad?" You asked hopefully.

Courtney's face fell. "Yeah, I did..." She started. "He hasn't gotten back yet."

You looked down. Not surprised, but still hurt.

"Y/N, we're going to get you help okay?" Courtney said.

Your eyes shot up at her. "What do you mean?"

"I-I found this really good facility-"

"No." You cut her off. "You're not shipping me off to some rehab!" You protested.

"Y/N-"

"Shut up, Rafe!" You said as you held a hand up to him. You turned back to Courtney. "I'm not fucking going."

"Y/N, I can't watch you kill yourself!" Courtney yelled. Earning the attention from the doctor who was on his way in.

"I'm not fucking going to rehab!" You repeated yourself.

"There are other options," The doctor said, trying to calm you down. "If you'd rather detox at home, I can prescribe you something to help with the withdrawals. You're still going to feel like shit," He chuckles. "But it will help."

"Perfect. Let's do that." You said as you crossed your arms.

"Do you have someone that can be at the house with you?" The doctor asks.

"Yes," Courtney and Rafe answered simultaneously.

"Okay," The doctor started. "She's going to need to take this every 8 hours," He said as wrote out a prescription. "She'll need a lot of fluids. She's going to be sick. Shaking, tremors, vomiting, all of it."

"We'll take care of her." Rafe promised.

"Alright. Let me just get some paperwork filled out and you guys can be out of here."

"Thank you." Courtney said.

You sunk down into the bed with a frustrated sigh, refusing to talk.

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You were finally home. Rafe pulled open the passenger door and helped you out. He kept an arm around you as you weakly walked to your front door.

You were still annoyed with him and Courtney for trying to send you to rehab.

Once you were inside, Courtney went to the fridge and grabbed you a few bottles of water. "Let's take her upstairs." She said.

"I can get there on my own," You hissed, pulling out of Rafe's grip and instantly falling to the floor.

"Y/N, no." Rafe said as he picked you up off the floor. He was full on carrying you now.

"Let go of me, Rafe!" You fought against him but got no where in your weak state.

Rafe carried you up to your room and placed you in your bed. Courtney followed him, putting the bottles of water on your nightstand.

You started shivering.

"You need to take your medicine," Courtney demanded as she pulled the pills from her pocket, dumping one out into her palm. "Here," She said, handing it to you and then handing you a bottle of water.

You popped the pill in your mouth and chugged the water. You prayed this would help as you felt the tremors move throughout your body.

Courtney crawled in bed beside you and turned on the tv, looking for your favorite comfort movie. You in your demented head absolutely loved Terrifier. She found it and pressed play. As much as she hated clowns, she'd do anything to make you feel better right now.

You laid in her lap, shivering as you brought the covers up to your nose. The feeling of her playing with your hair calmed you.

"I'm gonna make dinner," Rafe said.

"Something light," Courtney said. Just bring her some saltine crackers and broth. She can't over eat right now."

Rafe nodded his head. Reminding himself that Courtney had seen this multiple times before. As much as he wanted to be the one comforting you right now, he knew he had other duties if him and Courtney were going to be taking care of you for the next few days.

Rafe made his way down to the kitchen and started preparing food. He got what Courtney asked him too but he also heated up leftovers from a few nights prior.

"Courtney," You mumble.

"Yeah?" She asks.

"I don't feel-" You gag. "I don't feel goo-" You cut off abruptly as the contents of your stomach were expelled all over your bed.

"Fuck, okay." Courtney said as she pulled your hair back. The vomiting seemed to never end. "Rafe!" She called out.

Rafe was there in two seconds. "Shit," He said as he saw you vomiting.

"Help me get her to the shower," Courtney said.

Rafe scooped you up effortlessly. Courtney ran to the bathroom and turned on a warm shower. "Get her out of those clothes," Courtney demanded as she stripped out of her own clothing, reducing down to her bra and underwear.

Once you were undressed Rafe placed you in the shower and Courtney got in as well. She laid behind you, leaning your head on her shoulder.

"Is she okay?" Rafe asked, fear raking his voice.

"Yeah, it's just the meds. She's got to get all this out of her body." Courtney assured him.

"Okay, okay," Rafe said as he paced. "What do I do?"

"Can you, uh, wash her sheets?" Courtney asks. "I'm gonna see if I can the rest of it out of her in the shower before we put her back to bed."

"You guys talk about me like I'm not right here." You mumble.

"You know we're always talking shit," Courtney chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Always running your mouth," You chuckle.

You and Courtney smile against eachother for a minute.

"Hey, Court?" You ask.

"Yes?"

"Can, uhm, can Rafe take your place? I'd just really rather you make my soup. You always make it perfect."

Courtney laughs and looks up to Rafe. "You up for it?"

"Yeah, of course, anything." He responds as he pulls his shirt off.

"Enjoy," Courtney whispers in your ear before standing up and passing you off to Rafe.

You feel your back rest against Rafe's chest and his arms come around your almost naked body, holding you close.

"Hey Rafey," You say with a smile. "Sorry I'm such a mess."

He places a kiss on your forehead. "Never apologize to me. I just want to take care of you."

You no longer felt sick but the meds were definitely making you drowsy. You felt euphoric as the warm water washed over you and your back was pressed against Rafe's skin. You tucked your face into the nape of his neck as he rocked you side to side.

You wanted so badly to tell him how much you loved him but you couldn't risk scaring him off. Not right now.

"Y/N?" He asks.

"Hmm?" You hum into his neck.

"Do you know how scared I was? How scared I still am?" His voice breaks.

"Why, Rafey?"

He inhales sharply. "I thought I was going to lose you." He admits.

You bring a lazy hand up to cup his cheek. "I'll never leave you, Rafe." You promise him. "Never."

"No more drugs," He whispers against your temple, holding you tightly.

"No more drugs." You agree. "As long as I have you, I don't need them."

Rafe continues to press kisses to your forehead and cheeks. As if he stopped he would simply die.

"Shower soup!" Courtney came in holding a tray of food.

"Yay!" You cheered.

"Shower soup?" Rafe asked.

"She likes to eat in he shower." Courtney rolled her eyes. "Just let her do it or she'll throw a fit."

You pulled away from Rafe and leaned against the wall of your massive shower as Courtney stepped in with the tray of food.

"Here's your soup, baby girl, and some crackers." She said as she handed it to you.

"Thank youuuuu," You cooed.

Courtney sat down on the opposite side of the shower and plunged a fork into a chicken breast before handing it to Rafe. "And for us," She said as she grabbed her own chicken breast with her fingers, taking a huge bite.

Rafe couldn't contain his laughter. "Is this like a California thing? Eating a whole fucking meal in the shower?"

"It's an us thing," You chime in as you shove two crackers in your mouth.

"I'll eat to that," He says before biting into the chicken.

You and Courtney chuckle as you let Rafe into your shower feasting club.

You put your bowl on the floor of the shower when you're finished. Your head falls to the side as you doze off.

"Let's get her to bed," Courtney says. "I put fresh sheets on."

"Let's do it," Rafe agrees as he stands up and shuts the shower off. He picks you up and follows Courtney out of the shower. She has a towel ready to wrap you up in.

Rafe places you in the middle of your bed and him and Courtney crawl in on either side of you. You were out cold. They were both happy you were finally resting peacefully.

"Rafe," Courtney says, turning to look at him.

Rafe meets her gaze. "Yeah?"

"Do you love her?" Courtney asks without hesitation.

Rafe rests his head back on his pillow and then turns to look at you.

"I do," He sighs. "More than anything."

Courtney gives a small smile at the confession. "She loves you too."

"Really?" Rafe asks.

"Yeah. She does. I've never seen her so happy before."

"Why'd she keep doing drugs then?"

"It's complicated, Rafe."

He nods. "I'm not letting her touch that shit again." He says. "I thought we were going to lose her."

"Me too," Courtney confesses as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I've never seen her get so bad. Thank you for helping."

"I'd do anything for her," Rafe admits.

"Why don't you tell her how much you love her?" Courtney asks.

Rafe takes in a deep breath. "I will," He says. "When she's feeling better."

Courtney smiles. "Good." She says before reaching over and turning off the light. "Oh, and Rafe?"

"Yeah?

"If you ever hurt her, I will slit your throat."

"Understood." He says with a smile.

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The next few days go by in a blur. You can feel Courtney and Rafe around you but you can't remember much.

On day four you wake up mostly clear headed. A little groggy, but overall ready to take on the day.

"Goodmorning gorgeous," Courtney sat on top of you, her forehead touching yours. "You feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling great!" You say as you pull her in for a hug. You sit and snuggle her for a moment before she speaks up.

"Rafe made breakfast!" She says. "Come on!" She pulls you from the bed, eager to have her best friend back.

You stumble behind her as you guys make your way to the kitchen.

"She's up!" Courtney announces.

Rafe stops what he's doing and turns to look at you. "Hey," He says softly as he makes his way over to you and pulls you tight against his chest. His scent makes you melt.

"Hey," You whisper.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, running his fingers through your hair.

"Better," You say as your look up to him with a smile and rest your chin against his chest.

He wants nothing more than to kiss you in that moment but he holds back. "You hungry?" He asks.

"Very," You giggle.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Sit down," He demands. You slide into a seat next to Courtney. Rafe puts finishing touches on your breakfast and then he slides a plate in front of both you and Courtney.

"Shit Rafe, you might be a better cook than me!" Courtney says as she digs in.

You laugh. "Well you both beat me in that department. This looks amazing Rafe."

He smiles at you. He grabs his own plate and leans over the counter, eating across from you and Courtney.

"Okay, this is like...heaven." Courtney admits as she shoves more bacon in her mouth.

"Fucking facts!" You agree. "Rafe, will you make me breakfast every morning?" You chuckle.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." He says with a smile.

"Hey...do you guys have any weed?" You ask.

"Got you a big old bag," Courtney laughed. She pulled it out of her bag and tossed it at Rafe. "Roll one up, would you Cameron?"

"Gladly," He says.

The three of you spend the rest of the day smoking weed and watching tv. You finally let Court and Rafe talk you into some comedy.

"It's disturbing that all you watch is horror!" Courtney preached.

You looked to Rafe. "Hey, I kind of agree with her." He says, holding up his hands defensively.

"Fine. Make me laugh." You demand.

You ended up laughing your ass off at It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia for the rest of the day.

You ended your day blissfully falling asleep in Rafe's lap.

"My parents need me home for a bit," Courtney says as she stands up. "I'm right down the street. Can you take care of her for a bit?"

"Of course," Rafe smiles, running his hand through your hair as he always does. "I'll text you if there is any crisis." He chuckled but his eyes were serious.

"Okay. Thanks Rafe. Take care of my girl." Courtney says, placing a kiss to your temple.

"Always." He promised.

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You awoke early in the morning. The sun just peaking over the horizon. You could feel Rafe's form around you. The way he molded his body to keep you safe, even when he was sleeping.

You slowly slipped out of his grip, trying your best not to wake him. You saw a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table and you grabbed one.

You headed to the back porch. The warm morning air hitting your skin was the cure you needed. You felt so amazing. No drugs in your system, besides weed. You felt like a whole new person.

You brought the cigarette to your lips and lit it. You took a long drag, leaning back before you exhaled.

"Goodmorning,"

You turned quickly to see Rafe joining you on the deck.

"Hey," You smiled. Rafe didn't ignore the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him.

His hair was messy, sweatpants barely clinging to his hips, bare feet, and opened button up shirt. He was quite literally the most perfect human you'd ever seen.

"When did Court leave?" You ask, taking another drag off your cigarette, pressing your foot back against the railing.

"Last night," He responded. "She had a few things to do for her parents."

You nodded and handed him the cigarette. The way he took it from you and placed it gently between his lips made your knees weak. He only took one drag before flicking it to the side.

"I'm so happy you're feeling better." He said as he closed the space between you and pulled you into him.

"Thank you for taking care of me." You said into his chest.

"I'll always take care of you," He promised. "I'm sorry I failed you."

"Rafe, it wasn't your fault-"

"I should have been paying closer attention."

"Rafey," You said as you reached up and ran your fingers through his messy hair. "I kept it from you. And I'm sorry, Don't blame yourself, please." You practically begged.

He nodded hesitantly before burying his face in your hair. Taking in the scent of your shampoo once again.

"I love you." He mumbled into your hair.

You pulled back from him. "What..did you say?"

He sucked in a nervous breath. "I love you, Y/N." He said again.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, jaw agape.

"And I'm sorry if that's like weird but like I thought I lost you and I just needed you to know."

"Rafe,"

"And I just feel like I need to tell you because you never know what happens in life and-"

"Rafe!"

His eyes snap to yours.

"I love you too." You said softly.

He was silent for a moment while he watched you.

"You don't have to sa-"

"Rafe! I fucking love you!"

He let out a nervous breath and smiled at your words.

He took a step closer to you, placing his hands on your hips.

"Can I..."

"Please." You begged. Bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck and pulling him close to you. His arms brought you closer to his body as his lips hovered over yours.

"Kiss me, Rafe." You begged once more.

He didn't hesitate to press his lips to yours. He was gentle, but passionate. He brought a hand up to cup your face, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You placed your hand over his as you moaned against his lips. His tongue brushed your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you accepted needily.

Your tongue danced with his for a few more moments before he slowly pulled back, leaving you hungry for more.

"I was so scared I was going to lose you." He confessed, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I'm sorry, Rafe." You said. "I promise, I'll never leave you."

You saw a tear fall from his eye as he swallowed. "I don't want to live without you."

"You're everything I've ever needed." You told him.

"No more drugs?" He asked

"No more drugs." You confirmed.

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Could you do mick x Angie new vet

yes ! good timing i picked this rec with mick blowing up lmaoo

mick schumacher x vet!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; mick's hesitant taking his dog Angie to a new vet, but after seeing you he has nothing to be nervous about.

warnings;

"Are you being serious? Okay.. Was good working with you." The dial tone clicking, Mick looked down at Angie with a frustrated face, met with Angie's head tilting to the right.

His vet, Dr Wilson just announced he had retired, his practice being passed onto someone else. It just wouldn't be the same, Angie had a good connection with him meaning that Mick didn't have to drag Angie into the office.

She jumped up attacking him with kisses making Mick stumble back a bit laughing, her warm and fluffy body hugging him.

He was a bit nervous about bringing her to someone new, she was a fairly picky dog about who she did and didn't like, and if she didn't like the new vet then boy was he in for a long time.

"Morning Mr Schumacher, if you take a seat Dr L/N will be with you in just a moment." The receptionist said with a smile.

Dr L/N, seems fairly nice so far, he sat with Angie hoping she'd like the new vet to save him some peace of mind.

"Mick?" A soft voice spoke out from a door next to reception.

He stood, holding Angie's leash as he looked up at easily the most beautiful woman he's seen.

"Hi! I'm Dr L/N and I'm presuming this is Angie?" You knelt down slightly, as Angie ran from Mick's loose grip and jumped onto you.

"Yep, this is Angie." He held his hand down to you, helping you off the floor due to Angie's excitement, to which you took the grasp of his bigger, rougher hand.

A bit embarrassed you looked down, "My office is just down here." Mick followed behind, Angie abandoning him and taking stride next to you.

You got Angie up onto the table and did some routine checks, and some basic paperwork.

"She's usually quite standoff-ish but she loves you." He spoke as you looked up from your paperwork.

"I tend to have that effect." You joked, seeing his face light up with an infectious smile.

"I'll just need your signature here, and here." You pointed, before stroking and playing a bit with Angie.

"Since you were so well behaved Angie, I've got a special treat for you!" You turned in your swivel chair, getting a dog treat.

She woofed some excited barks, tail wagging rapidly as you threw it in the air slightly, her catching it fast.

Mick stroked her head as your hands grazed, looking up at each other at the same time.

"Your next routine appointment will be in 6 months but you're free to call anytime for any concerns." You spoke to Mick, nodding his head.

He clipped Angie's leash back onto her, but his dismay, she refused to leave. Humiliating to say the least, but with you being the angel you are, you walked Mick and Angie out to help him out.

He was most definitely calling about any small concern to bring Angie in, and it looks like Angie doesn't seem to mind.

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MUTUALLY PARASITIC #1 - Inspection

WARNINGS : Non-con, but kinda dub con, slight stalking, drug use, self hate, attempted suicide, mention of self harm scars, low self esteem, overdose.

Just a huge massive trigger warning! Please protect yourself.

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Today was bleek, like the days blending into each other, similar to some painting being smudged slowly overtime, distorting day by day. The days blended into each other, everyday was the same. Awake by Four o'clock in the afternoon, high until you crash around Five AM, the only thing you chased was that high, that's all that mattered, each day pieces of you were being chipped away. Not that you cared. Your parents dragged you to an island, like that would fix your issues. But it only isolated you.

The only person you knew was Barry, your dealer. But he didn't count as a friend, although you chatted, but it was short chats.

Here you were again, at Barry's rusty trailer. The only place you knew on the island. You knocked on the door, and Barry let you in. The trailer was poorly lit, by orange light bulbs, and the pale moon that watched over the sky. You stepped in, seeing a face you've seen before, but never dared to talk to. "What you want today?" Barry asked, while the blond boy stared at his phone, "The usual,"

As the brunette stepped into the other room, you caught a glimpse of dark blue eyes, that belonged to the blonde. "Your new." He noted.

"Just moved here." you replied without looking at him.

"I'm Rafe."

"Y/n"

Barry waltzed back in the room, handing you a clear bag, the Xanax pills poking exposed to the whole world, while you handed him a fifty dollar bill. "You good, though?" Barry asked. "Yep." you lied before walking out, not even bothering to say anything to Rafe.

You entered your car, and zoomed off to the beach. It was you favorite place in the obx, parked in the parking lot, overlooking the dark waters, that were once so vibrant, colorful, and full of life, but now, all that life drained by darkness. It reminds you of you. The moon watched as you sat in your car, swallowed three pills. Then waited, but all that met you was self hate, tears pooled in your eye. "Fuck!" you screamed, hitting the steering wheel. On the dashboard you made eye contact with the small bag which contained five more pills. You didn't even hesitate, as you swallowed the all. Then silence, the buzz that drove you from your home, out to the cut was gone. You sat in your car, and waited.

Your body started feeling heavy, like you were floating on air, in the clouds where your shitty reality seemed fake, you felt at peace. You were nodding out, slumped over your car seat. But then the unexpected, a knock at your window. You jumped out of your haze, as alert as you could on a shittongs milligrams of Xanax.

It was the blonde. Rafe.

You rolled down your window, "Are you okay?" he asked, your brain was as slow as a snail so it was hard to interpret what he was saying. "Huh....? I um...yea I am okay." you manged to say. "Xannys kicking in huh?"

"What are you-How'd you get here?"

"Truth be told, I followed you."

"Thats not creepy or anything."you slurred. He chuckled more to himself. This should've been a bad sign, but your brain is fried, and you didn't really care." Right, mind if I hang out with you for a little bit? " which sounded more of a statement than a question." I have a feeling I can't say no." you shrugged. He so kindly opened the door, and you so intoxicatly stumbled out. You felt uneasy, like your legs were gonna give out, like the world was spinning on its axis and you were ammune to gravity. You didn't quite know when it happened, but you remember making contact with the floor, the cold pavement touched your face. Then darkness.

You re-gained concousiness. You were in a car, moving slowly. But you were too weak to say anything, too weak to move even. You were trying to keep your eyes opened, but you couldn't. Then that same darkness overtook you.

Again your eyes opened. Only this time, you were met with light, too bright of lights. And you were wet, the clothes were still on, and you seemed to be in a bathtub. The bathroom door opened, and in came that blonde. Rafe! You remembered his name, you opened your mouth to speak but you couldn't utter any words, shame, guilt. You felt like such a failure. A sob escaped your mouth as you tried to speak. "It's okay." He rushed over to you. Embracing you tightly, as you sobbed into his shirt, without a doubt staining it. "Shhhh. It got you." He said, gently runing his hands over your hair. You didn't know him at all, but in that moment you felt safe.

A few hours into the night, you memory was still hazy, but you remember being sat on his bed, you'd changed, into an ill fitting shirt, which you assumed was the blonde's because it hung losely on your frame. You were alone in the room, staring off into the distance, trying to make your brain work, but it seemed to lag behind. You heard the door open, Rafe stepped in, a warm smile plastered on his face. He silently sat next to you.

"Thanks." you said looking at him, In turn, he looked into your eyes, you felt captivated by his deep sea eyes, they grabbed grabbed you and held you. "Why'd you take all the pills?"

"I don't know." you scoffed sadly, in truth they were many reasons, you couldn't pick a single one out. "Is it for the same reason you cut yourself?" he said looking at your exposed thighs, you quickly put your hands over them in embarrassment. "No need to feel ashamed." He put his hands over yours, and you couldn't help but notice the size difference. "The darkness makes us do things, that we can't explain." He utters, his eyes deeply engraved into yours. His rough yet soft hands cupped your cheek, pulled you closer, so close you could feel his breath. "Don't hurt yourself, your too beautiful." He smiled. It was the first time a guy has called you beautiful.

Most of them opted to call you 'hot', 'fine' and other objectify names, but no one has ever used the word beautiful to describe you. You leaned in, smashing your lips against his. His other hand interlocking with yours. Quickly his tounge slipped onto your mouth, you could taste alcohol on him. He scooped you up, putting you on his lap, his hand on your lower back, the other cupping your jaw, his tounge intertwining with yours. Uncontrollably you started grinding on his, rising memeber. You could hear as he softly moans into your mouth. This seemed like a bad idea.

He threw you on the bed, stripped his shirt, before climbing back on top of you, slowly grinding into you. You could feel arousal pooling inbetween your legs. His cold palms, sneaking up your thighs, his digits sliding over your panties and Inside of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slid his fingers into your entrance, then slowly begnning to slide in and out of you. This was a bad idea. This shouldn't be happening. You tried to stop rafe's fingers, by grabbing at his wrists, but you were much too weak.

"Wait, this isn't a good idea." you choked out, but he seemed to be deaf to your protests. You attempted to push him off, but it didn't work. So you resorted to bitting his shoulder, "Ow what the fuck." he let up a little bit, you felt a sharp sting as he struck his hand across your cheeks. You used this opportunity to get out from under him, running into the bathroom, "Get back here." He screamed, running after you. You shut the door behind you, but before you could lock it, he burst right in.

He grabbed your throat and squeezed, his puplis dilated, like predator looking at it's prey. You clawed at his hand, at his chest, but nothing, he only squeezed harder. He shoved you over the bathroom counter, bending you over. "Please don't!" you screamed, resisting as much as possible, but only seemed to turn him on more. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Rafe please get off me!" you yelled, tears pooling into your eyes. You tears stream down your face as he slammed his cock into your vagina. Not letting you adjust to his length, before he began thrusting in an out of you. "Get off of me." you sobbed. "Aww are you crying, shut up and take it!" he thrusts into you. It was making you sick that your body was reacting to this, it felt good physically, not mentally. The harder he pumped into you, the closer you were to climax. "Come on baby, I know your enjoying it." He said after a moan escaped from your lips.

You could feel your belly tightening up, the coil snapping, he was pushing you over the edge. Your vagina pulsiated around his thick length. Your brain became foggy, thoughts unclear.

" Oh fuck baby! Your pussy is taking me so well. Good girl." He whispered into your ears. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin, and rafe's groans and dirty talk. You clamped up as orgasmic euphoria washed over your body, you felt rafe release inside of you. He paused for a moment, panting. Then he slides out of you. "Hope your on birth control." He shrugs, getting into the tub, drawing the shower curtains, and turning on the shower.

You slumped down to the floor. You legs were shaking. Your emotions heightened. Emotionally you felt violated, you sobbed silently on his bathroom floor. You felt disgusting. You were disgusting.

You managed to pick yourself back up. Putting on your soaking wet clothes. You walked out of the room, down the stairs and out the door. You didn't really know how to get home. You wandered on the streets for what seemed like hours, before eventually finding your way back home.

The front door was unlocked. You stepped inside, locking the door. Your heart froze as you heard soft footsteps behind you. You turned only to see your step dad, you scoffed and walked past him, saying nothing. But the look of confusion painted on his face lasted in your memory longer than you wanted.

You rushed to your room. Locking the door behinding you. You entered the shower, scrubbed your skin raw, hoping to scrub the flith off your skin. Tears rolled down your cheeks, as you came to the horrifying truth. You liked it.

I hope you enjoyed. Critisim is highly appreciated.

[xuchiya]

ice skate moments

₊˚.༄ || soft valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

just had a moment of realization that seonghwa would take you ice skating. like he had this sudden thought of it after watching penguins glide on their stomach on one of those random documentaries in youtube.

"hwa darling?" you called, standing on your already tied skating shoes as you watch seonghwa waddled his way towards the rink wit h excitement in his eyes but soon it faded when his skates met the ice. a laugh erupted on your chest as your eyes monitor his flailing arms as he tried to balance himself but failed as he fell on his butt rather too harshly.

you felt a little bad for laughing so you waddled yourself towards your boyfriend who was poutingand rubbing his butt. seonghwa saw you stepping inside the ice rink which sent him panicking as he doesn't want to have you falling painfully like him.

"wait wait babe you might--" but he was cut off when you easily glide on the ice with your hands behind your back. seonghwa's jaw slacked on the floor as he watch you enjoy yourself on the middle of the ice rink even surprising him as you pulled an axel stunt.

you completely forgot your boyfriend, the moment when you set foot on the rink. it had been years since you had skate after a tragedy of one of the biggest competitions. this was your home, and it still is but with fear, you never visit again.

you shake your head, bringing yourself back to reality as you turn around to approach your struggling boyfriend. you smile as you halt and hoist him up, "hey there sore butt ..." you tease.

seonghwa rolled his eyes, "yeah yeah ice princess, you're good ... why didn't you tell me?" you let him put his weight on to you for a while as you take the both you on the center. you shrug, letting him stand in front of you, "you never ask ... "

his hand ruffles your hair which he retreated as he felt himself slipping but you were there to steady him. "okay, here's a small tip from your ice princess .." he pout while you giggle, demonstrating your feet to look like a 'V' shape, "so you won't fall ... here i'll let go." with a few cries of 'don't let go' or 'no no i'll have my butt sore again.'

you clap in adoration as seonghwa succeed to steady himself which he made him clap too in achieving his task. for a while, you thought him how to skate; asking you to do the halt you did when you arrive to save him.

you scoff, "i'm not bragging but hwa that's on the professional level." he shakes his head, gently smacking his chest, "i'm also a professional .." which you pointed out, "in dancing ..."

seonghwa huff in defeat, pouting at you, "skating is still dancing isn't? i saw a performance once and it was amazing." well he was not wrong but that small stunt can be dangerous for him since one) he has a concert in few days so he needs to be in a good shape two) he might hurt himself.

"well .. here." you show it to him a few times before he finally gets it and decided to do it. you stand watching him prepare himself, arm supporting the other whilst biting your thumb in nervousness, "hwa you sure you want to do this?"

he gave you a thumbs up, "yep! watch me!" you saw him bend his knee slightly, giving himself a boost as he pushes himself; skating. then what you were dreading happened, he did the stunt but with the ice not being completely even, his skate got caught on it.

he stumbles, flailing his arms wildly, bracing for impact. suddenly, a blur of motion, you rocket across the ice, propelled by years of honed skill. you throw yourself under him, cushioning his fall with your own body. Both of you land in a tangle of limbs, you groan playfully as you take the aftermath of the impact.

Seonghwa stared at you; mortification coloring his cheeks, his face etched with concern, " oh my gosh! are you okay?! i'm so sorry i- should have not done that .. you're right i'm not professional on this."

"hwa~ darling ..." before he can finish apologizing or more liker ranting to you about not listening, you burst out laughing; so infectious and carefree, and relief washes over him. seonghwa can't help but join in, the tension dissipating with each chuckle.

your laughts subside, leaving a comfortable silence punctuated by the soft noises of the radio. seonghwa looks down at you, "this should be a good date ... but i ruined it."

you scoff, "ruined? this is the best date. i should be thanking you. for bringin me back here." you watch his eyes sparkle, smile curling back to his lips, "really?" you nodded, "really. if it weren't for you, i don't know when i'll be able to step here again." seonghwa leans down; both faces inches apart, he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek.

you wanted to initiate the kiss but seonghwa already beat you to it as his lips meet yours. it was tender, filled with gratitude and a touch of unspoken affection. the ice rink melts away, replaced by the warmth of your embrace.

When you both pull apart, your foreheads rest against each other, you smile at seonghwa, "i love you ..."

he hums, taking your chin on his fingers pulling you once again in a quick kiss before pulling away, "i love you too, ice princess."

the one that seonghwa mention about seeing a performance. it was you; he saw how beautiful you were, he saw you pulled those stunts so easily; he aslo saw the tragedy. leaving you with a scar of fear and pain. he promises one day, when things are okay, he'll take you back to your home.

and he did. successfully, even making him look like a fool; just to see you returning to your home.

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[chiriwritesstuff]

The Girl in IT - IT Ticket: I fell.

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU Byte-Sized Microfic

The LIST │ Read the main series here!

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Story Summary: Joel is usually careful when he takes care of his business. This is what happens when he's not.

Word Count: 590

A/N: Just a little drabble based on this post! - I had a good laugh thanks to @burntheedges and her comment regarding Pedro's sling, so thanks for the inspiration!

Joel tends to approach things with a great deal of care.

In his office, he waits with bated breath, fingers tapping rhythmically on his desk in anticipation. The cleaning crew casually comments, "Late night again, Mr. Miller?" as they pass his office door.

"Yep! Have a nice night!" he absentmindedly replies, nodding in their direction. Internally, he silently and impatiently waits for their departure, listening intently for the familiar ding of the elevator, signaling the coveted moment when the coast is finally clear.

DING!

"Finally," he mutters to himself, exhaling a sigh of relief as he sinks into his desk chair. After a long moment, he cautiously walks towards his office door, peeking his head out just to be sure. Satisfied, he slams the door shut, practically racing towards his laptop as he feverishly begins typing.

"Boss fucks secretary senseless" he types in the search bar, unbuckling his belt in excitement. 

As the explicit images from his search inquiry flood his screen, Joel scrolls through the results, dismissing the silicone-enhanced blondes and redheads that appear too sexy and not to his liking. He's on the hunt for a particular kind of flavor—a natural kind of body with curves for days.�� 

If they happen to wear glasses like you do, well, that's an added bonus, right?

Amongst what feels like hundreds of disappointing thumbnails, he finally spots, with disbelief, "Boss Fucks Secretary Who Helps Him with His Broken Computer." His eyes widen in shock, unable to believe his luck. "Damn it, Sugar," he groans, clicking on the video. His hands fiddle with the elastic of his boxers as he settles himself, his cock rock hard, his tip weeping and leaking with precome. He gently strokes up his shaft, his dick sensitive after being at half mast for most of the day. He swipes at his tip, stroking faster, his dick twitching in excitement. "Shit baby," he mumbles, "just like that-"

Just as he's getting comfortable, a soft knock echoes on his door.

"Mr. Miller? Are you there?" You call out, your voice filled with concern.

"Sugar?" Joel calls back, nearly zipping the skin off his cock as he frantically tries to make himself decent. "Just a moment!" he yells, stumbling on his jeans in the process, his body slamming onto the floor with a resounding thump.

"GODDAMMIT!" he screams, grabbing his elbow as he withers in pain.

"What the hell Joel?" You yell from behind the door, "Wait! I'm coming in!"

"No, I'm okay!" he shouts back, desperately wishing for some miracle that you'll decide to walk away, sparing him the embarrassment of being caught in a moment of absolute stupidity. "Please go," he mutters weakly, his eyes closed in embarrasment. 

He knows you, though. Knows that you're the type to always lend a helping hand, no matter how silly the request.  

As he hears the doorknob turn, his eyes dart to his computer screen, the video still playing. Mustering enough adrenaline he didn't know was possible to have, the shooting pain in his arm be dammed, he stumbles to his desk, slamming his laptop shut with a force so strong he swears he hears something resembling a crack. I'll just tell Tess I dropped it, he thinks, breathing a sigh of relief as you open the door, rushing to him in a hurry.

"Joel," you breathe, "What happened to you?"

He gives you a wry smile, unable to deny how adorable you look, fretting over him. My silly, silly little worry wart.

He shrugs. "I fell."

[m-jelly]

Jelly, may I make a request? What if Levi had an S/o who has Vertigo (I have Vertigo really bad and can't do much without almost falling over) really bad post rumbling. One day they're working at their tea shop and when she goes to stand up, she falls over and spills tea all over the place. What would Levi do to comfort her?

Dizzy

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, romance, married, post war, vertigo, suuportive Levi.

Since the rumbling, your vertigo has gotten a bit worse but your loving husband is always there to help you.

"Earl grey and a lemon square, please."

You scribbled the order as you smiled at the customer. "Of course, I'll get that for you."

Levi watched you with a deep love in his eyes. When you got closer to him in his chair he smiled. "Everything okay love?"

You nodded. "Yes. Could you make me an earl grey tea?"

"Of course, but I need payment."

You leaned down and kissed him. "That enough?"

"Yes. I will ask for more later."

You giggled. "Good." You trotted to your baked goods and got the lemon slice. You hurried over to the old customer and went back to Levi. "All ready?"

He hummed. "Yep. Oh, could you get me the towels?"

You knlet and checked a drawer and got out the towels. "Got them." You handed them over to Levi before standing up quickly and grabbed the tea. You stumbled out towards the customer and felt the floor drop from under you and the world spin. "Oh no."

Before you knew it, the floor was getting closer and you slammed against it. The cup smashed and hot tea got all over the wooden floor and your hand. A heat spread through your cheeks as you felt deeply embarrassed that you'd fallen over. Tears instantly filled your eyes and Levi calling your name faded out.

You sat up and rubbed your tears. "Mm...I'm sorry." You started collected the broken cup and sniffed. "I'm so sorry."

Levi limped over to you and sat on the floor as he called your name. He grabbed your hand and stopped you. "I've been calling you for a while."

You looked up at him. "Mm."

He reached over and cupped your face. "Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry."

He kissed your forehead. "It's okay. You have nothing to be sorry for." He lifted your hands and inspected to see cuts and a burn. "Vertigo, huh?"

You sniffed. "Yeah."

He got up carefully before helping you to your feet. "Come on." He limped and guided you to a seat. "I'll care for you in a second." He grabbed another tea for the customer and gave it to them before returning to you. "He's a complainer."

You smiled. "I know."

He kissed you before cleaning your hands and binding them. "Poor thing."

You released a long sigh. "I'm supposed to care for you."

"Oh? And I'm not supposed to care for my wife?"

"Levi..."

He kissed you. "I know I'm hurt a lot, but let me care for you sometimes, okay? I want to care for you. I'm your husband. I love you." He looked sad. "Let me care more."

You smiled softly, you understood how he felt. "Okay. I'll behave and let you care for me more."

"Thank you." He climbed into his chair and huffed. "Better." He wheeled his chair around and presented you with a tea. "Here. Drink and have a biscuit. You need sugar."

You nibbled your biscuit as you sipped your perfect tea. "Mm, thank you. I love you."

"I love you always."

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[v3nusxsky]

Could you do these three prompts in one

35. "Fuck. You did not just do that"

39. "Kiss my ass. I'm not kidding get down and fucking kiss my ass"

47. "You did not just cum"

You can do this with Lesso or Larissa or both your choice my dear, maybe reader is disobeying and tics of either Lesso or Larissa, or both. And heavy with smut please, and reader is either doing something that pisses them off. Idk maybe a threesome, do whatever you want with the story request, I trust that you'll make it a good one like you always do. I really appreciate your work and your writing skills. Keep up the fantastic work. Hope you have a good day/night.

Needy puppy 18+

*Authors note~ I’m acc so excited to write this plus a happy Mars for passing her theory gets you smut ;) *

Trigger warnings~ daddy lesso (not sorry) soft mommy Rissa subby r pet name ?! Punishment mirror sex oral sex toys mastubating degrading kink praise kink Cum kink? edging

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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“Fuck. You did not just do that” lesso hissed at you just after your hand made contact with her ass. It was rare you get bratty enough to even brat against your mommy so the fact you had choose your daddy out of the two filled lesso with delight, she always loved correcting her pet and now she had an amazing opportunity to do so. And the best part is judging by the look on your face you knew you deserved to be punished and wouldn’t even fight it. You’d do anything to get on her good side again.

You knew it was going to be a long night as Leonora took your hand stormed off towards your bedroom that the three of you shared when Leonora visited. More often and not you would refer to it as your play room as it was really only used with Lesso. You were immediately pushed to the ground in a signal to adorn your position at the door of the bed. “Stay put slut daddy will retrieve mommy” was all she offered before leaving you alone on the floor to anticipate what would come next.

When they returned twenty minutes later, you were soaked, dripping on the floor to the point the room was heavy with your scent. “Oh god Leo” the blonde whined but quickly shut up with a sharp look from the red head. “Up whore” had you stumbling to follow those orders. “What shall I do with you hmm? It appears mommy has been much to soft on you these days. I tell you now pet she won’t save you now” her voice dropped a tone or two and you immediately looked to Larissa with pleading eyes only to be met with a sorry expression. Yep you were fucked.

“Get on your knees and kiss my ass better” she demanded and you almost looked at her and laughed. Almost. “I’m not kidding get down and fucking kiss my ass!” Her hand found your head and forced you onto your knees. “Leo, don’t you think that’s a little harsh she didn’t mean to be a brat” Larissa mumbled trying to help you but only making it worse for you and herself unknowingly. Only when you’d actually pressed your lips to her clothed ass did she tug your hair to indicate she wanted you up. “Go stand in the corner pet. Apparently daddy and mommy need to have some time together” she all but purred and sent a smirk towards the blonde principal.

“Turn around pet nose to the wall, this isn’t a reward for you” she commanded and you couldn’t help but sulk. Larissa found herself under the redhead with no clothing on with a point of her finger. “Leo” she whined causing you to whimper upon hearing Lesso reprimanding the blonde, “It’s Daddy gorgeous girl. Are you going to be my good girl? Stop interrupting with the pets punishments? You know she won’t learn that way Rissa” she purred as her hands ran teasingly all of the blondes body. “I’ll be good Daddy. I promise I’m sorry please” the blonde was whining already and it went straight to your core. You were trying to subtly rub your thighs together in hopes of some friction only to receive an irritated huff.

“Don’t touch yourself pretty girl and daddy will reward you okay? I have to deal with that disobedient pet of ours” she whispered giving the blonde woman a sweet kiss before stalking around the play room once more. Only this time she managed to get her hands on what you call the suction dildo. Instantly you knew what she’d have you do. Once she had stationed it on the floor you were instructed to take the length inside your slutty hole and not to move. Oh no, you had to warm the faux dick and watch the display in front of you.

Crawling back over to the blonde with a sweet kiss to her bare chest the red head manipulated her body as if she was nothing more than a mere rag doll. Larissa ended up over lap with a squeal. “Count for my doll, do this for daddy and if will be the only punishment I give you. I know you want to be my little sweet slutty girl” she purred gently stroking the tall blondes back. “Safe words dolly?” Instantly had “blue pineapple and cosmo” tumbling from the blondes lips. “Such a good doll.”

With every spank Larissa thanked Leonora and with each hit the woman’s arousal doubled. And of course you had a front seat view for the show with one of Leonora’s more girthy cocks buried deep into your cunt. If you could just bounce a little you were sure it would bump the top of your cervix. But that would land you in more hot water than what you already were in. So you stay put until Larissa has makeup running down her cheeks and lesso takes pity on the blonde. After all it wasn’t hurt fault you played to her maternal instinct.

Larissa was carefully shifted onto her back in the middle of the bed, still directly in your view where lesso skilfully mounted her dolly and brought her mouth down to Larissa’s hairless pussy. “Oh doll you’re soaked! Let daddy fix it dolly you just lick daddy and daddy will make your icky thighs all better I promise you doll” she whispered against Larissa’s folds, the warm breath driving the blonde insane and causing her to devour Leonora like it was her last meal.

Soon enough both women were rocking, licking sucking at each other in desperation. The moans at the taste of the other were driving you insane and you couldn’t help but whimper and mewl for their attention only to be ignored. But when Leonora scrapped her pearly white teeth against Larissa’s hard bud, causing the blonde to cry out into the red heads cunt before plunging her long tongue into the tight hole which triggered Leonora’s climax, you lost all control and shamefully came around Leonora’s toy.

Only when Leonora had successfully licked Larissa dry did she let the blonde rest, whispering words of reassurance and praise until she gave in to her exhausted state. With one quick glance at you she knew, “you did not just cum?” She almost growled at you causing a whimper of “mommy” to be let loose only adding fuel to a raging fire. “Up now” was all she commanded before heading over to where her wall of mirrors were placed. You allowed the toy to slip from your soaking pussy and scurried over to the red head.

Upon arrival you realised she’d strapped up, a rather big double sided dildo that you hadn’t used before, “too big” you whimpered only to be hushed. Immediately being placed on your hands and knees she mumbled, “Daddy will make it fit now be a good pet and take your punishment” was the warning she gave before tugging your hair, your body slamming towards her as she wasted the head of her strap with your slick. “Daddy please I can’t” you whined as you felt the head of her dick entering your fluttering hole. “Can’t? Oh pet, look at how I’m splitting you in two. Making you take everything daddy wants to give, look in the mirror pet.”

Once you looked in the mirror to see her still pressing her incredible cock into your cunt you were a goner. “Oh daddy fuck so big so full” you mewled, her size stretching your sex causing stray tears to fall. “There she is, there’s my good puppy. Hello pup” she teased causing a whine to follow. “Look pup, look at how you’re taking me so well, look at yourself or daddy won’t move.”

During the conversation Larissa roused back to reality and caught the reflection on the mirrors. So naturally the blondes hand somehow found its way to her sensitive core so she could lazily touch herself at the sight. “Oh look puppy, you’ve got mommy do worked up she can’t help but fuck herself again, daddy is so deep inside you hmm? Tell mommy pup and daddy will move.”

“Mommy so oh good daddy fuck mommy please god fuck” you mewled getting distracted as Leonora began to move in and out of your tight fuck hole. “Puppy watch how this tight little fuck hole drags me back in, let mommy see, that’s it good pup taking daddy so well” she panted down your ear, using your hair to force yourself to watch as she drew out only to ram her way back inside of you. You were the first to fall over the edge and come back down, pleading for her to stop, only to have her hand cover your mouth had she picked up her pace.

Larissa was next upon seeing her beautiful Angel cry her release was triggered as she squirted all over the bed sheets. But Leonora kept going until you lost track of how many times you came squirting on the floor crying out in overstimulation. “Shhh pretty puppy, one more. One more for daddy, you’re so good for me, good girl. Now shut your mouth and take it like a good whorish pup” was what sent you over the edge in sync with lesso. The older woman working you down and slipping from your now gaping hole. “Shhh sleep pup daddy will take care of it all okay? You’re so so good darling I’m proud.” Was all it took for you to all but collapse on the floor with a satisfied yet exhausted smile plastered on your face. You didn’t care you’d fall into your own puddle of cum, no sleep was more important which had Leonora laughing to herself on what a dumb puppy you were. But her cute puppy none the less. Some magical clean up and you were all tucked up in the bed Leonora holding her girls as you slept before giving into sleep herself with a satisfied smile.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve Harrington's Mother's Day Surprise

Warning: mentions of unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it. Male carriers. Mature talk. It's very long.

Summary: Sex, lies, unplanned pregnancy, and found family.

18+ MINORS DNI

Steve Harrington found out he was pregnant on Mother's Day. Yep, pregnant. Steve Harrington was pregnant. He wanted so badly to blame his parents. Okay, that sounds wrong, but it's not what you think. They should have warned him this could happen. They knew what he was, and they hadn't told him. Steve Harrington was a male carrier. It was supposed to be a myth, a story to tell your queer kids not to sleep with men. Apparently, it was real, and the story hadn't stopped Steve from getting railed by a man.

"What's the bathroom emergency?" Robin asked, stumbling into his bathroom, breathlessly, and plopped down on the floor in front of him.

"I'm pregnant," Steve said.

"Seriously! That's what you called me over for? A joke? You know, I was about to invite Vickie over and then you - " Robin started, and Steve slapped a hand over her mouth.

"I'm a male carrier, a fact my parents neglected to tell me," Steve said. "I'm pregnant, Robin."

He removed his hand from her mouth, and it dropped open.

"You're a male carrier. . .you're pregnant. . .but that means you had sex. . .with a man!" Robin exclaimed. "When? Where? Who? What?!"

"It was spring break, I went to deliver Eddie some food. He was ranting and freaking out about going to jail, and then he went on about how he didn't want his first time to be in jail. He did NOT want to be somebody's bitch. Guy or girl, it didn't matter to him. If he was going to go out, he was going out with a bang. He did NOT expect me to offer myself up on a platter, but you know that I know about me. I just haven't had sex with a guy, and Eddie was pretty. The next thing I know he was fucking me against the wall of the boathouse and I loved it. Now, he's in a coma, and I don't know what to do, Robin," Steve rambled on.

"Wow, I think I rubbed off on you. That was a Robin sized ramble. Hey, dingus, breathe with me. Okay, I want you to focus on my breathing and then yours. Steve, do you want to keep this baby?" Robin asked.

"More than anything," Steve sniffled softly.

"Well, you know, just because Eddie's in a coma right now doesn't mean that you're alone, alright, because you have a huge support system who's willing to help you. So, don't think you have to do this alone, okay?" Robin said.

"Okay."

"Hey, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"You're going to be a mom."

"I'm a man, and I'm going to be a mom!"

"And a damn good one. Happy Mother's Day, Steve. . . Wait. Did you have you unprotected sex with a guy?!"

"There weren't any condoms! Eddie was a virgin and I just got tested! OW! You're aren't supposed to hit expectant mothers, Robin!"

"Dangerous!"

It was still a little early to be telling everyone about the pregnancy, but they did tell Joyce, Hop, and Wayne. Robin managed to keep him from rambling out all the details, but he managed to tell them the basics. He had invited the Byers and Wayne to stay with him until they found a place of their own. The house was Steve's now, so he could do what he wanted and he loved having everyone there.

"Oh, I just can't believe your parents never told you," Joyce said furiously.

"Well, they never thought I would end up sleeping with a guy so it was easier for them to pretend like I wasn't weird," Steve said.

"You're not weird, honey," Joyce said.

"Not weird for that anyways," Robin snorted and Steve laughed, nudging her.

"Like you're one to talk," Steve said.

"I am the weirdest!" Robin said proudly and Joyce laughed.

"You said you're about 7 weeks or so, right?" Wayne asked.

"Yeah."

"That's right around spring break, isn't it?" Wayne asked and Steve nodded. "Eddie's the father?"

"Yes," Steve said, looking down at his feet and Wayne went quiet for a moment.

"You know, Eddie always wanted to be a father," Wayne said.

"He does?" Steve asked, looking up.

"Yeah, but he said that it was probably never going to happen for him," Wayne said. "I'm glad he was proven wrong. I'm here for you, son."

"Yes, Steve, so are we," Joyce said.

"Whatever you need, kid, just ask us," Hop said.

"I told you they'd support you," Robin said in a sing song voice.

"Yeah. I believed you."

"Mmm, I don't think you did."

Steve was now in his second trimester and he was glad that the morning sickness seemed to have stopped. He was starting to show now so he had to start wearing baggy sweaters to hide it from the kids. He still hadn't told them yet. He was far along now that he could tell them but he wasn't ready yet. Steve wanted Eddie to wake up. He was sitting by Eddie's bedside, knitting a pair of socks for the baby.

"I don't think those will fit me," a voice croaked.

Steve looked up to find Eddie looking at him and he dropped the socks, jumping to Eddie's side.

"You're awake!" Steve exclaimed and burst into tears.

"I did not expect that reaction," Eddie said. "Are you happy or disappointed?"

Steve leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

"Okay, happy it is," Eddie said.

"I'm going to call Wayne," Steve cried and kissed him again before running out the door.

They were all so happy that he was alive they were all talking at once, and the explanation sort of got jumbled. Eddie was wake, Vecna was defeated, and Max was okay. She just needed glasses. Also, he would be living with Steve and the Hopper-Byers. He would be living with the same guy who used to arrest him and buy weed from him. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, but apparently, he was also the guy who got his name cleared, so he was grateful.

"No one said but how long was I in coma for?" Eddie asked sitting on Steve’s bed.

They had gotten Eddie all settled in Steve’s room but they didn't stay long, pushing everyone out of the room which was odd. Wayne and Hop had to grab Dustin by each arm to drag him out.

"Sirs, you are manhandling a child!" Dustin had yelled.

"13 weeks," Steve replied.

"That's specific," Eddie said and Steve blushed. "So. . .I guess you kissing me meant that you don't want what happened in the boathouse to be just a one time thing?"

"No, I don't," Steve said. "Do you?"

"Nope! Come here," Eddie said and made grabby hands at him.

Steve stood in between his legs as Eddie placed his hands on his hips. Eddie gazed at him with a smile on his face.

"What?"

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Eddie asked and pulled him into his lap.

He kissed him and Steve smiled against his lips, pressing his lips eagerly against Eddie's. They were exploring each other's mouths when Eddie's fingers started to slip under his sweater. Steve broke the kiss and stopped his hand from going further.

"There's something that I need to tell you before we go any further," Steve said.

"Okay?"

"I'm a male carrier and I didn't know that when we had sex. My parents didn't tell me," Steve said quickly.

"Uh, are you saying - are you - you're - am I going to be a daddy?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, you are!" Steve exclaimed. "And I'm going to be a mommy!"

Eddie laughed and kissed him hard. As they were kissing, they didn't hear the thundering of footsteps and so when the door burst open, they both screamed.

"You guys are going to have a baby!" Dustin exclaimed with a grin.

"Wait, how did you - El," Steve said with realization.

She had the decency to at least look guilty. Wayne appeared huffing behind them.

"Steve, how the hell do you manage to wrangle all these cattle?" Wayne asked.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Dustin asked.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I wanted the father of my child to know before you guys did," Steve said.

"That makes sense," he said.

"Does it? Does it make sense?" Steve asked.

"Wow, bitchy Steve comes out to play," Dustin said, still smiling.

"Well, I am being bitchy for two now," Steve replied.

"Everyone out!" Wayne yelled.

"I got this, Wayne," Hop said, pulling out a water bottle and started spraying them with it. "Give them some goddamn privacy!"

They started screaming and leaving the room.

"They're not cats, Hop!" Joyce exclaimed with a laugh.

"It's working, isn't it?" Hop asked.

"We're happy for you!" Dustin exclaimed as they left and Hop sprayed him. "Goddamnit, we're leaving!"

"I love our family," Eddie said as he laughed.

ABOUT NINE MONTHS LATER. . .

"I'm really sorry I bit you," Steve sniffled.

"You were in a lot of pain, sweetheart, I don't blame you," Eddie cooed softly. "Besides, I'll tattoo the bite mark as a reminder of what occurred here."

"Our daughter's not a good enough reminder?" Steve asked.

"Please, don't bite me again," Eddie pleaded, and Steve kissed him. "You did so good, baby. Look at her."

Eddie's eyes filled up with tears, and his lip started trembling as he gazed down at his daughter. They were back at home now, Winnifred Robin Munson was tucked safely in her bassinet and fast asleep.

"If you start crying, I'm gonna cry, and I'm so tired of crying," Steve said.

"I just want to look at her forever," Eddie said.

"Guys, you should be sleeping," Joyce said softly. "We'll wake you when she needs you."

"I miss her," Steve said as he walked down the hallway.

"Me too."

"No, I miss her being inside of me," Steve said. "Let's make another one."

"Okay!"

"No! If I hear you guys fooling around in there, I'll come in there and hose you down," Hop whisper yelled. "Sleep."

"Kinky, Chief," Eddie grinned. "Nana and Bunny are bossy."

"She is not calling me Bunny," Hop hissed at him.

A FEW MONTHS LATER. . .

Steve woke up and noticed that he had slept in for once. Just then, the door to his bedroom opened, and in came Eddie with a tray of food.

"Happy Mother's Day, Stevie!" Eddie grinned brightly.

Steve yawned, sat up, and rubbed his eyes.

"The house is oddly quiet. Where is everyone?" Steve asked.

"Winnie is with her Bunny and Grandpa Wayne. Jonathan, Will, and El took Nana Joyce out to breakfast," Eddie said.

"So, we have the house to ourselves? We could do whatever we wanted to as loudly as we wanted to?" Steve asked.

"It's your day. It's whatever you want to do," Eddie said.

"What if I want to do you?" Steve asked.

"I wouldn't say no to that," Eddie smiled.

Steve kissed him, smiling against his lips.

"But first, we eat," Steve said. "I am eating for two after all."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant, Eddie," Steve told him.

"Oh my, you little slut," Eddie cackled.

"Says the guy who knocked me up," he replied.

"I didn't say I wasn't a slut myself, especially for you," Eddie replied.

"Are you happy?"

"Eh, I can't complain," Eddie said and Steve slapped his chest. "I'm very happy, baby. Are you?"

"Extremely."

"Oh, by the way, Gareth says him and the guys have a surprise for Winnie. He wants to come by next weekend," Eddie said as he fed Steve a bite of food.

"You already know what the surprise is, don't you?" Steve asked.

"Of course! They created a baby one-shot adventure for our princess with giant foam dice and everything! They even had a onesie made for her! I mean, we're probably going to have to do the work for her, and it's probably going to mostly just them telling her a story, but still. . . cutest thing ever!" Eddie exclaimed.

Steve watched his lover ramble on, moving his arms about as he did so. Yeah, Steve Harrington was very happy.

[ironychan]

Scary Monsters

@dysphoria-sweatshirt @30spiders @sweatersexual @angrylittlesliceofpizza @writer652

Part 1/? - Rocco’s Closet

Part 2/? - School for Monsters

Part 3/? - The Waternoose Family

Part 4/? - The Terrifying Humans

Part 5/? - Hiding Places

Part 6/? - Nobody’s Fault

Part 7/? - Edge of Disaster

Part 8/? - Caged Monsters

Part 9/? - The Journey Home

Part 10/? - Portorosso

Part 11/? - A New Family

Part 12/? - More Obstacles

Part 13/? - Out and About in Genova

As a note, both San Francesco di Paola and the Palazzo Spinola are real places in Genoa, and if you ever visit they're worth a stop. Also check out the aquarium, which not only has adorable catsharks but is also where the world premier of Luca was held!

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Giulia started to run to the window for a look, but her mother grabbed her and held her back.

"Don't!" Helena exclaimed. "There's broken glass on the floor, and we're all in our bare feet!"

Giulia growled in frustration. "Get dressed, ragazzi," she ordered, pointing a finger at the boys. "We've gotta find him!"

"Where's he gonna go?" Luca asked, as they ran back to their own room to get their things. "He doesn't know where anything is in Genova, and I don't think his kind of monster has that extra sense where they can find their way back to places. The first time we took him through town he was in the pram and could barely see, and the second time he was in the suitcase!"

"He can't even ask anybody for help," Alberto agreed. "Anyone who sees him is going to freak out."

"Then he can't go far!" said Giulia firmly. She opened a dresser drawer and started pulling clothing out. "We'll find him. If he's smart, he'll stick to the roofs."

"I'm not sure he's smart," Alberto said cynically.

Somewhere outside, a dog began to bark. Luca lit up.

"I've got an idea!" he declared.

Helena put her shoes on and set to work cleaning up the remains of the broken window, while the kids got dressed and went straight to the neighbour's home where Helena had dropped off Nerone the dog. Giulia knocked hard on the door and called out.

"Signor Traverso! It's Giulia!"

After a few seconds they heard stumbling footsteps and the bolt slid back. The door cracked open, and Signor Traverso, a tall, skinny man whose face was mostly moustache, blinked down at them. "What on earth are you doing here at this hour?" he asked through a yawn.

"We're here to pick up Nerone!" Giulia replied, as if this were a perfectly normal thing to be doing after midnight. The boys on either side of her nodded.

Signor Traverso blinked sleepily. "What? Now? It's..." he glanced at his wrist, but was not wearing a watch. A moment later, however, a clock somewhere nearby chimed twice. "It's two in the morning."

"Yep! Right now." Giulia nodded and smiled, making it silently clear that she would not explain.

Signor Traverso must have been too tired to argue about it. He shut the door again, and came back a few minutes later with the dog on his lead. Nerone himself was perfectly happy to be awake in the middle of the night, perhaps unsurprising for a creature who spent most of his days napping. He trotted up on his short legs, and greeted Luca and Giulia with happy licks. Alberto, of course, he didn't know as well, but he seemed happy enough that this was another friend of his humans. Perhaps Alberto smelled enough like Luca to satisfy him.

"Thank you, Signor Traverso! We owe you one!" Giulia waved cheerfully as they headed for the stairwell.

"Good ni... good night, Signorina Marcovaldo," the man replied, having to pause in the middle of the sentence for another yawn.

On the next landing, Luca pulled out an object he'd brought with him - Harry's little sailor cap. "Okay, Nerone," he said, offering it to the dog. "Smell this."

Nerone leaned towards it, his shiny black nose twitching as he took in the scent. Then he shook his head and backed away, disgusted.

"Yeah, he knows who that belongs to," said Alberto.

"Can you find him for us?" Giulia asked. "Can you find Harry?"

They made to continue down the stairs, and Nerone seemed to get the idea quickly. He began straining at his leash to run ahead, bouncing eagerly down the steps towards the street with his hindquarters sometimes nearly trying to overtake his head on the way. The kids ran to follow him, and he led them back to the street and uphill to the building where Giulia and her mother lived.

The apartments were built around a little courtyard that resembled a medieval cloister, though much smaller, with a covered walkway bordering an open rectangle with potted plants and a tiny fountain. The window in the bathroom looked out over this, which meant that after breaking it, Harry would have climbed out onto the walkway roof, and from there would have been able to drop to ground level. It was easy to spot the broken window. Helena had the light on as she finished cleaning up.

They led the dog to the most likely place where Harry would have landed, and directed him to sniff the ground. Nerone was willing enough to do so, turning in a circle with his nose to the ground and his tail perked up. Whatever he smelled, he didn't seem to like it, and made the same disgusted face as he had at Harry's hat.

"Yes, that's right!" Luca urged. "Now, follow him!"

Nerone started sniffing at one of the potted plants. The kids watched him, waiting for him to do something, but he took his time, moving from one plant to another and stopping to pee on one of the pots.

"What's taking him so long?" Alberto complained.

Helena's face appeared in the window above them. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"We're trying to get Nerone to track him by smell," Luca explained. "Like in the movies."

Helena frowned. "You... you do know that those dogs have to be specially trained for that, right?"

Luca had not, in fact, known that. He looked at his friends to see what they thought. It was pretty clear they were surprised, too.

"Nerone's barely trained to wait five minutes while I open a can of dog food," said Helena.

"Oh." Luca's shoulders slumped. "Sorry," he said, embarrassed. "I thought that was a good idea."

"It sounded like a good idea," Giulia agreed, and grimaced as the sound of more barking came from elsewhere in the city. "The dogs are really upset tonight. It's..." her eyes widened. "Of course!"

Luca had the same thought at the same time. "Nerone doesn't like Harry! Neither did the gelato man's dog!"

"Come on!" said Alberto.

Helena lived in the San Teodoro district. The sound of barking was coming from the south, closer to the harbour. The kids ran through the narrow, twisting streets. Because Genova was so much bigger than Portorosso and the people there worked at less demanding jobs, it had a nightlife that the smaller town lacked. There were a surprising number of people out and about, even as 'late' turned into 'early'. People and cars were in the streets, and the windows were bright in bars and dance clubs.

Nerone didn't know what was going on and certainly had never understood that the kids wanted help finding a missing monster, but he did know they were going for a run and that was one of his favourite things. Furthermore, they were running towards other dogs who were barking up a storm, and that was something he definitely wanted to be apart of. He sprinted along with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, letting out an occasional yap of his own to let the others know he was on his way.

"What is their problem tonight?" a woman asked, as the group ran past a restaurant entrance.

"No idea," said one of the friends with her, lighting a cigarette. "They're sure excited about something."

Nerone barked again as they got closer, and then, from up ahead, they heard a scream.

The kids had been getting tired at this point, but now they found a second wind as they sprinted the last few metres to turn the corner into the piazza in front of San Francesco da Paola. Several dogs were barking at something wrong the buildings, and one unfortunate man who'd been taking his spinone for a late-night walk was holding on to the leash with both hands as it tried to get free to bark at Harry, who was standing in front of the metal doors of the church with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What in god's name are you?" the man with the dog demanded.

"I'm a monster!" snapped Harry, annoyed. "Now, take me to the train station, and I won't hurt you!"

"What are you going to do?" asked the man, "gnaw my ankles?"

Harry responded by hissing and scurrying towards him with his arms held up. The man yelped in terror and ran, dragging his dog behind him even as the animal continued to bark.

"Chicken!" Harry shouted after him.

The kids came running up. Harry looked towards the sound of people approaching, then yelped as he realized these ones were likely to trap him in a suitcase again. He turned to run, but Nerone bit into one of his many legs, prompting a pained screech from Harry, and the boys grabbed his arms while Giulia got the dog off him.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Alberto.

"Going home!" snapped Harry. "You can't tell me what to do. Neither can any of these humans - they're all too scared to do anything. Ercole was too scared to even tell me not to sleep in his room. He would do anything I told him to! He needed you guys to take me away for him!" he huffed, and then stood up straighter. "These humans are so easy to scare I don't know why my Dad even bothers with the door thing. We could just come right in and scare them all, and they wouldn't dare do anything about it!"

"Yes, they will," Luca insisted.

"They totally will," Alberto agreed.

The bronze doors of the church of San Francesco da Paola and the adjoining mendicant monastery had been closed for the night. Now they opened a crack and a monk in his dark habit stuck his head out. "What is going on out here?" he asked. "You children should be in bed, not roaming the streets."

"Shut up!" Harry said, and spun around to snarl at the man.

The monk stared, then made the sign of the cross and slammed the door again.

"See?" Harry turned back to the other kids. "Just because you're not scary enough to make them do what you want..." he began.

Then they heard a renewal of barking. A light came on in a building across the piazza, and a voice shouted, "in front of San Francesco!"

"Come on!" Alberto tugged on Harry's arm. "We gotta go!"

"No!" snarled Harry. "Watch - they'll do whatever I want!"

The man with the spinone appeared around the corner again, his shaggy black and grey dog barking excitedly as it pointed its nose towards Harry. "There!" he shouted.

A policeman was the next to step out, and by he light of the streetlamps the kids could see a half-a-dozen other people behind him, men and women both. Some of these gasped at the sight of Harry, while one woman exclaimed, "my God! What is it?"

The policeman put his whistle in his mouth and blew it to summon help. "You kids!" the policeman pointed. "Get away from that thing!"

"Wait!" Luca held up his hands. "We can explain!"

Harry pushed past him. "Everybody!" he addressed the gathered humans. "My name is Harry Waternoose and I'm..."

The policeman stepped forward and kicked Harry in the face.

This was a shock to the kids, but to nobody moreso than Harry himself, who staggered backwards with his hands over his bloodied nose. "Who do you think you..." he began, then had to duck as the policeman swung at him again.

Behind him, the doors of San Francesco opened again, and half a dozen monks came out, carrying bibles, crosses, and censures - and two carrying the tall metal candelabras that were used to light the church for night services. These were over six feet tall and well able to be used as weapons. The abbot, marked out by his broad black hat, strode towards Harry with a cross held out, repeating a prayer.

Harry didn't know what any of that meant. He backed away from it, but that brought him closer to the policeman, who had his truncheon out. Two more police, another man and a woman, had arrived, and various other people were gathering with improvised weapons. He looked around. The piazza was shaped like a triangle, with the wide end towards the north. There was another road there, leading uphill - the one Luca, Alberto, and Giulia had come down. Harry started to head towards them, but then there was another chorus of barking dogs.

The kids looked back. Another policeman was coming from that way, with a couple more people behind him. There was now only one way to go, and that was south, where a brick path wound its way down a very steep hill towards the harbour.

Giulia knew Genova well enough to know, however, that the winding road wasn't the only way down. She rolled up her sleeves, transferring Nerone's leash from hand to hand as she did.

By now it had gotten through to Harry that he was in terrible trouble. He hunkered down in the middle of the piazza and covered his head as people got closer.

"Don't hurt me!" he begged. "I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"

"Grab him and then follow me," Giulia ordered, and took off for the path.

The boys dived on Harry. Alberto took the monster boy’s left arm and Luca his right, and then they just kept going, dragging him past the startled and shouting people and the policeman ordering them to stop. They followed Giulia as she passed by the gates of the walled garden at the south end of the monastery and rounded the corner. The path continued there, turning right to hug the side of the steep hill, but Giulia didn’t go that way. Instead, she and Nerone ran up to a green wooden door in the wall on the left side. Giulia threw herself against this and it burst open, revealing a steep dirt track that went directly down through the trees, bypassing the winding road.

The boys dashed through, Harry scuttling as hard as he could to keep up with them, and Giulia slammed the gate behind them. The path was not an easy one for people in a hurry, and the group ended up doing more sliding than running. The main route went right, to join back up at the road with another door, but Giulia turned left and went through the trees. This wasn’t much easier, but at least by holding on to branches and shrubs they could keep from falling down.

The trail brought them between a pair of apartment buildings and into a small garden, divided from the road by a tall fence. Alberto, Luca, and Harry climbed over, and Giulia hefted the dog over the top for Alberto to catch. Then she scaled it like a lizard on a wall and jumped down the other side, and all of them, including Nerone, were able to stop and catch their breath.

“We can’t stay too long,” Giulia cautioned. “They’ll figure out where we went eventually.”

The sound of voices shouting and more barking dogs told the boys that she was right, but they spent a few more moments leaning on the fence, breathing hard and trying to swallow the metallic taste of exertion in their mouths. Harry was in the worst shape of all, holding on to the fence with both hands as he panted.

“They weren’t afraid of me,” he whimpered finally.

Giulia rolled her eyes, but then she reached out and patted his back. “Yes, they were,” she said. “That was the problem – they were scared to death. When humans are scared of something and it’s just one or two of us, we run away, but when there’s more, we get together to hurt it before it can hurt us.

Luca nodded. “That’s what happened to us, too. We got rained on in front of the whole town, and if it hadn’t been for Giulia and her dad I dunno what would have happened.”

“Yeah, we never even threatened them or anything,” Alberto agreed. “Unlike some people.”

“What did Giulia and her dad do?” asked Harry. “Did they fight them?” He looked both hopeful that this was the case and skeptical that it could be.

“No,” said Luca at once. “They just reminded everybody that we’d been there all along and never tried to hurt them.”

“Although Massimo would have fought them all if he had to!” Alberto said proudly.

“So why didn’t you just tell all those humans I wouldn’t hurt them?” Harry asked.

“They wouldn’t have listened. They don’t know us,” Giulia pointed out. “Everybody in Portorosso listens to my dad because they’ve known him forever. Genova is too big for that. Nobody here even knows about Luca, except for the teachers and a couple of friends we really trust.”

“Remember Dorotea and her mom?” asked Luca. “They don’t even know.”

“Also, you actually were threatening to hurt people,” Alberto reminded Harry.

Harry hung his head. “No wonder Dad doesn’t want humans to know about us.”

That was a sobering thought. If the parents of the world knew that there really were monsters in their children’s closets, they would probably camp there waiting for them, just like Luca and Alberto had in Rocco’s room... except that the parents would bring harpoons or even guns and that would make everything so much worse. None of the kids had been born yet when the War had happened, but all had heard the way the adults talked about it. Even the sea monsters, who weren’t involved, had been affected by the warships and submarines. Nobody wanted anything like that to ever happen again, and a war across two worlds, between humans and monsters who really had nothing to fight about besides that each found the other frightening, would be both terrible and pointless.

“I wanna go home,” Harry complained.

“Like... home home?” Luca asked cautiously. “Back to your world?”

“Yeah,” Harry said.

Giulia stood up and brushed off her hands on the seat of her shorts. “Let’s go, then.”

There were several close calls as they crept through the narrow streets of the city back up the hill towards Helena’s apartment. Fortunately, Genova was a positive maze of winding medieval streets, and every time they were almost caught, they were able to find a trash bin or a side street where they could crouch in the shadows until danger had passed.

They arrived to find Helena, still in her nightgown and slippers, pacing anxiously in front of the entrance to her building. A man across the street came out the door of his cafe to leave the garbage for pickup, and spared a worried glance for her, but seemed to decide not to intervene. He brushed his hands off and went back inside, locking the door behind him.

Once he was out of sight, the kids hurried out to meet Giulia’s mother, who greeted them all with hugs – even Harry.

“What were you thinking,” she asked him, as she got a hold of the rambunctious dog. Nerone was wagging his tail, not knowing anything about what had just happened except that it had been an unexpected adventure.

Harry didn’t answer.

“Hes’ fine,” said Giulia. “He says he wants to go home now.”

Harry nodded miserably, and Helena patted his shoulder.

“I hope you’ve learned an important lesson, young... monster,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, cowed.

Upstairs, Helena had cleaned the bathroom floor and taped some plastic up over the window so that the birds and insects couldn’t come inside, so there was nothing more to do but send everybody back to bed. Nobody said very much, although Luca did wonder what would happen if Harry tried to escape again. He probably wouldn’t, but what if his change in demeanour was just an act?

It seemed he needn’t have worried, though. Come morning, Harry was still there, and was still very quiet as he ate his breakfast. They did not discuss what had happened last night. Once the meal was finished, Luca and Alberto helped clean up the dishes, while Giulia and her mother packed up the things they would need for their ruse.

They had decided it would look best if the kids wore school uniforms. Alberto borrowed one of Luca’s, choosing the short-sleeved jacket so it wouldn’t be obvious that his arms were a little too long for it. It was a bit narrow across the chest, too, restricting his movement, but the part he really didn’t like was the necktie.

“You really have to wear this every day?” he grumbled, tugging at it.

“You get used to it,” Luca assured him.

“All right,” said Helena. She was in work clothes – a pair of paint-spattered overalls and a man’s striped shirt, with her hair tied back under a kerchief. “Is everybody ready?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Luca. Harry just nodded.

“Let me do the talking,” Helena told them. She unzipped the suitcase for Harry to climb in. “Unless somebody asks you something directly, and even then you can just say you don’t want to talk to strangers if that’ll help. I’m the one who knows the people in there.”

The kids agreed. Harry curled up inside the suitcase without complaint this time, and they trundled their way down the hill and around the harbour to the Palazzo Spinola. Luca had read about this place in a newspaper, and couldn’t resist the urge to talk about what he’d learned to his friends as they wound through the tangle of increasingly dim and claustrophobic streets in the old city centre.

“The building is almost four hundred years old,” he told Alberto. “Like Singora Marcovaldo said, it used to have a third floor, but that got bombed during the war.”

Alberto frowned. “How did they bomb the third floor without getting the ones under it, too?”

“I dunno,” said Luca. “A few years ago, the owners gave the whole thing to the city, along with all the paintings and furniture in it. It used to be somebody’s house, so that somebody probably would have had kids and it makes sense that the monsters would have portals into their closets.”

“Not so loud!” Giulia said, as a woman passed them with a dog on a leash. The dog sniffed at the suitcase, its ears back, but its owner hurried it along.

“Sorry,” Luca said. He leaned down a bit to whisper to the suitcase. “You okay, Harry?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Harry muttered. “Are we almost there yet?”

“Almost,” said Helena.

The main facade of the palace was on the Piazza di Pellicceria, which was a wide-open public space by the standards of the cramped medieval part of Genova, but tiny to people used to the Piazza Calvino in Portorosso. The main entrance was boarded up and covered with scaffolding for the restoration work, so Helena walked right past it and around the side, to yet another very narrow and dark alleyway that reminded Luca and Alberto of an underwater trench. Buildings rose up like cliffs on either side, and only a few thin shafts of sunshine managed to make their way down through the forest of roofs and chimneys above.

Here was a door with a sign on it that said Avviso: Solo Personale Autorizzato, and a bored-looking security guard standing next to it doing a newspaper puzzle. He looked up and smiled.

“Buongiorno, Signora Marcovaldo,” he said. “I didn’t know you were going to be here today.”

“I called ahead to management,” Helena replied. “Signor Zaccaria said I could bring my daughter and her school friends. They’re supposed to get pictures of a historical landmark this summer, and they’re very excited to see one that nobody else can get into.”

The kids did their best to look enthusiastic.

“Well, be careful,” the guard warned them. “Don’t touch anything. There’s a lot of damage in there – and one of the upstairs rooms is supposed to be haunted!” He winked.

“That’s great!” said Alberto.

“Yeah! Imagine if we get to show the class a real ghost!” Giulia clutched her camera.

“They’re prepared,” Helena told the guard.

The man unlocked the door for them, and they headed inside.

The outside of the Palazzo was fairly drab. Some of the fancy plasterwork had survived the war, but especially around the sides and back there was little to distinguish it from the humbler buildings nearby. Inside, the first floor was being used to store building supplies and old furniture covered in cloth. They passed that by and went up the first flight of stairs.

The second floor had been the Spinola family’s living area at the height of their wealth. It was now dusty and mostly unfurnished, with broken mirrors and missing light fixtures, and in one large room the entire frescoed ceiling had fallen down. People were laying out the bits of plaster on a drop cloth to reassemble the image like a jigsaw puzzle. Yet for all the ruin, it was clear that this building had once been magnificent. There were fancy tiles and marble mosaics on the floor, dozens of hooks on the ways for hanging giant mirrors and paintings, and places for fancy lights and chandeliers. What was left was almost nothing like the old black and white photographs from the newspaper, and yet Luca could see where that grandeur had once been.

Giulia was impressed, too. She raised her camera and began taking pictures.

“This looks like Harry’s place after a tidal wave hit it,” was Alberto’s assessment.

“The haunted one is supposed to be the green room,” said Helena. “It should be through here.”

Like many of the grander buildings in the city, the palazzo was arranged around a small central courtyard, one room leading into another rather than wasting space by having them branch off a hallway. That made it easy to get confused as they seemed to turn corner after corner, but Helena knew where she was going and brought them to a room where the walls were a bright spring green. Much of the paint had now come away from the walls during the bombing, along with the plaster underneath, leaving bare brick walls. What little remained was mostly in the corners and along the street-facing wall. There was no furniture and, more importantly, no sign of a closet.

“Is this it?” asked Alberto, opening the door opposite to the one they’d come in by. This, however, only brought him to the next room over, which had half the floor taken up to replace some damaged joists. The workmen looked up in surprise at this unexpected intrusion.

“Sorry!” said Alberto, and closed the door again.

“Where is it?” asked Luca, worried.

Helena smiled. “The people who lived in this palazzo were worried about looks, not practicalities. Things like closets had to be hidden. She let Harry out of the suitcase, and then went to a corner and used her fingers to brush dust away from a seam in the paint job. About half a metre away was a ring, and when Helena pulled on that, the hidden door opened to reveal...

... the scaffolding outside. It hadn’t been visible from the street, but the outer wall here had partially collapsed, leaving the interior of the closet as a narrow shelf with a wall on the right and the back, and open air on the left.

“Santo Parmigiano!” said Giulia.

Helena quickly closed the door again and looked at Harry. “Ah, does that matter?” she asked.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “There’s ground in our world, so it’s fine.”

“Good to know,” she decided. “So now we just have to wait.”

They made a show of touring the rest of the house, and let the people working there overhear Helena describing the delicate process of restoring things like the broken ceiling fresco. Giulia and Luca pestered the workers with questions, most of which were happily answered, while they left Harry hidden under a cloth in the green room, trying his best to look like a pile of masonry.

At lunch time they had a picnic in the central courtyard, eating sandwiches and drinking lemonade. Then Helena announced it was time to go, and they went around thanking everybody once again, as if they were about to leave. They did not, however, do so. Instead, they went back to the green room and joined Harry in hiding under drop cloths. When the end of the day came, nobody would remember having actually seen them leave, but nor would they remember them being there in the afternoon, and the workers and guards would conclude that their guests must have left hours ago. Nobody would suspect they had any reason to still be hiding inside.

Unfortunately, that meant there was nothing to do in the afternoon but listen to the sounds that echoed inside the building. There were hammering noises from the men replacing the joists next door, and clinks as they began putting the floor tiles back. Voices spoke on the street outside, and at one point somebody tried to bring a dog into the building. The animal must have smelled Harry, because it began barking in a frenzy and had to be dragged back out.

Finally, people began to go home for the evening. The smell of cigarette smoke and the sound of laughter suggested men weren’t working as hard as they had been. The door to the next room opened, and the workers from there came through in a cacophony of tramping boots and loud voices. Maybe some of them noticed that there appeared to be objects in the green room that hadn’t been there before, but if so, they didn’t think it was worth investigating. They went out through the other door, and could be heard descending the stairs.

Even then, it seemed to be forever before Helena became confident that everybody was gone and let them come out from under the cloth. They couldn’t turn any lights on for fear of being noticed, so they just sat in the gathering dark and listened to Harry describe what they were likely to find.

“The research labs will have a bunch of door stations,” he said. “I’ve visited them loads of times with Dad.” His confidence was starting to return now, as the time came closer to return to his own world. “They’ll probably only be using two or three at a time, because they’ll be testing different stuff. You know, one will be opened normally, and then another one they’ll have done something to.”

“They’ll have a control group,” Luca nodded. Another thing he’d learned about in school.

“There’ll be a bunch of scientists,” Harry added, “but I’ll tell them who I am and that I wanna talk to my father, and it’ll be fine. I bet he’s looking for me!” This idea seemed to perk him up even more. “I bet there’s a big reward out for my safe return. I am his only child, after all.”

Alberto wondered... if he’d gone missing, would his father even have bothered to look?”

“Anyway,” Harry added, “as long as you guys are wet, it’ll...” he stopped, frowning.

“Yeah, we know,” Alberto said, rolling his eyes. They’d filled buckets from a sink on the ground floor and were ready to use them. After what had happened last time, they weren’t likely to forget.

“No, I think I heard something, too,” Luca said, and put a finger to his lips. “Alberto, sssh!”

Alberto fell silent, and there were a series of noises from outside – specifically from the other side of the closet door. The kids moved closer to Helena as a series of thumps, creaks, and grunts came closer and closer. Was there something wrong with the scaffolding, perhaps? Or were the monsters getting to work early?

“Are those the sounds the maids hear?” Giulia whispered.

“I don’t know,” Helena replied. “I’ve never heard them myself.”

“Should we look?” asked Luca.

Giulia stood up and got her camera ready. “You open it,” she said. “If it’s something bad, I’ll set off the flash.”

Luca and Alberto stood on either side of the closet door, water buckets ready, and Harry reached to pull the ring. Helena got behind Giulia, ready to grab her daughter and run.

“Good luck, ragazzi,” Helena said.

“Here goes!” Harry announced. He wrenched the door open – only for him, Luca, Alberto, and Giulia all to let out a scream at the sight of something scarier than any eight-metre drop or monster scientist could possibly have been.

It was Daniela Paguro.

[m3r1m4r5u333]

Gahh. Failing life here and just now realizing that when I signed up for buddie and bi!Buck... I never stopped to consider my choices.

This feels like I got drunk, fell down some stairs, woke up on the pavement...

Noticed some pretty queer looking candy on the pavement, promptly ate it with much rejoicing, felt a bit odd, stumbled home.

Then woke up on my living room floor...

And suddenly thought.

"Oh I know what would be fun - If I ordered a wild leopard to be delivered to my home address!! Yes.

Cool animals, leopards!

Let's see what the internet says.

Oooh there IS one available.

Hahaha not anymore suckers, it's in MY shopping bag!!!

Fill in the address. Cool cool cool. Confirm order. Yep yep yep.

Done!

Okay, where's my bag of chips... Aha! Oh. I'm sleepehhhh.

And then I snap out of sleep, to my ceiling crashing in.

Something big lands on my kitchen floor.

Oh.

It's a ...leopard.

Oh. It's REAL?

Oh. It's massive.

Oh.

IT WILL KILL ME!!! AaaaaarrrrGH!!!

And as I'm scrambling up, trying to figure out a way to some safety...

I get the brief flashing thought that while this is certainly a very special, one-of-a-kind thing to experience...

I am definitely not equipped to deal with a freaking leopard in my freaking kitchen.

An eyeblink later.

I realise I am standing on my kitchen counter, shaking.

The leopard is staring at me, it's big wide eyes the color of my death. Rumbling like a thunderstorm.

I swallow. I try to find bravery in the knowledge that I am now at least armed...

With a cucumber?

There is no plan b. There is no---

[aetherdoesthings]

Heyooo, is it possible to request you a f!reader x Nami really fluff, for example they are on a date (modern UA if you don't mind), like maybe in an amusement park, and it's the first time they are saying to each other "I love you." 😊

Have a nice day/night. ❤️

heyooo! one fluffy fem!reader x nami coming up!

forethoughts: i'm going to a camp in two days, meaning i'm probably going to be offline for ~five days. this might be my last post before i leave, so savor it!

notes: fem!reader, modern au, amusement parks, fluff i love yous

You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your clothes. No, it was summer, you didn’t need to wear a hoodie. You took your hoodie off, leaving you with a simple cotton shirt and sport pants. At least you wouldn’t be sweating now.

Your phone screen turned bright, a single notification grabbing your eyes. You picked up your phone, looking at the message from your girlfriend.

Nami<3: Hey, I’m downstairs. You ready to go?

You: In a minute. 

Nami<3: You’re so slow. You wearing comfortable clothing?

You: Yep.

Nami<3: Good. Now hurry up, you slowpoke,

You chuckled at her message, as you grabbed your jacket, putting on your shoes. 

You: I’m coming down now.

You made your way down, finding Nami’s car, and most importantly, the love of your life in the driver’s seat. You stepped inside the car, taking a seat in the passenger’s seat. Before a word could come out of your mouth, Nami’s lips were against yours, her hands on your cheeks. Nami broke the kiss with a giggle, the corners of her mouth stretched up to her eyes.

“Slowpoke.” Nami grinned.

“I made it, didn’t I?” You chuckled, looking into those sunset eyes. You tried not to stare into those sunset eyes; it wasn’t your first time being captured and drawn into the beauty and glory inside your girlfriend’s eyes. 

Nami playfully tapped your nose, causing you to snap out of that mesmerizing trance. “You have plenty of time later to drool, Y/N. Put on your seatbelt, we’re going to be late.”

You listened to her, putting on your seatbelt as Nami started the car.

“Where are we even going? All you did was send me a text and said ‘I’ll be at your house in fifteen minutes, get changed.’ It’s 8AM.”

“It’s a surprise~”

“The last time you surprised me we went to a haunted house where I punched one of the actors.”

“Okay, that was because it was Halloween, and it’s not on me if you punched that zombie, even though it was really funny.” Nami let out a giggle at that memory.

“We had to pay, Nami.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I’m willing to spend money on such a gorgeous beauty like you.”

A small grin grew on your face, as you continued the drive in silence. Nami played the music from your playlist you had created together, with all your favorite songs in it. Soon after, the two of you pulled up into an amusement park, the one you had been begging Nami to go to with you. You were a fan of amusement parks; you were an adrenaline junkie. You’d stuff three churros all into your mouth, and then go on a ride with there loop-de-loops and two sudden drops. Nami didn’t share your same level of interest and adrenaline you had, so she’d always go on the slow paced rides and simply wait for you to finish the much faster paced rides. If Nami was going to take you to the amusement park of your dreams…

The minute Nami had parked the car, you ripped your seatbelt off, leaping out of the car as you ran to the other side, waiting for Nami to get out. She grabbed a small bag, gently closing the car door and pressing a button on her car keys.

“Come on! Let’s go! All the rides are going to have long lines!” You squealed, basically dragging Nami’s hand into the amusement park.

“Relax! I got fast passes! You don’t need to dash to the lines!’ You stumbled, tripping over your shoes as you stared at Nami. Your jaw was glued to the floor, eyes almost popping out of your sockets. Nami laughed at your expression, as she placed a finger on your chin, gently closing your mouth and placing a hat on your head. 

“I don’t want you getting sunburnt, mkay?” Nami explained. You didn’t care. She could make you wear a snowsuit in the summer and you wouldn’t care. She took you to your favorite amusement park, and she bought fast passes for you. Was it all for you?

Before you could take another step and absolutely destroy your legs, you pressed your lips against Nami’s wrapping your hands around your neck. You didn’t care that you were in public and people saw you. You didn’t care. Your girlfriend had just given you the best present ever. 

“You’re the best girlfriend ever!” You cheered, smiling at her. Nami smiled back, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

“I know I am.” Nami grinned, fishing something out of her bag. “Turn around.”

You obliged. Nami took your hair, tying it in a ponytail and putting it through the cap before turning you around herself. “Good. You can run off, now. I know you want to.”

Your shoes were already turned towards the direction of the first ride, but your legs didn’t move. You offered your hand to Nami, a smile on your face. “I want to go with you!”

Nami smiled warmly, taking your hand as the two of you began to walk inside the park. “Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“I know I am.” You giggled.

“To think I purposefully got an airtag for you so that I can track your location.” 

“Yeah- Wait what? You have an airtag?”

“What do you think is in your hair, dear Y/N?”

You blinked, your hand sneaking up to your ponytail, feeling a familiar metal disk object hidden between the layers of your hair. “Why did you do that?”

“So I can track your location on my phone throughout the entire park without having to try and catch up to you, you speed demon.”

A pang of guilt entered your heart. You knew you could be the speed of light if you truly wanted, leaving Nami in your dust. You held her hand, intertwining your fingers. “I’m going to be slow! I don’t want to leave you behind. I wanna have fun with you. It’s not fun by myself. I would rather be with you.” 

Nami smiled, putting her head on your shoulder as the two of you continued to walk. “Aw, really, my speed demon?”

“Mhm!” 

Nami chuckled softly, shaking her head. After a few minutes of silence, Nami spoke up again. “You really want to run, don’t you?”

“I really do.” You admitted, immediately shaking your head. “But I’m not going to run off! That’s my promise for the entire day!”

The two of you walked at Nami’s pace, as you explored shops, went on rides, doing everything together. When the sky had turned dark, you were completely exhausted, legs ready to fall off. Even though you had matched Nami’s pace, that had allowed you to explore more places you had never seen, taking so many photos you maxed out your iCloud storage. Moreover, both your hands and Nami’s were filled with souvenirs and things you had bought from all the stores, 50% of which you’d discard the next day.

Nami had wanted to go on the ferris wheel, as the last ride before the two of you went home. Well, before Nami would drop you back off at her home. So you sat in the seat next to her, intertwining fingers as the wheel began to move. Nami rested her head on your shoulder, as the two of you admired the amusement park from above, the flashing neon lights shining for miles on end.

You turned your head towards your equally tired girlfriend, planting a small kiss on her head. Nami looked up at you, a sleepy smile on her face. “What was that for?”

“For paying for everything here, and being the best girlfriend in the world. Thank you for spending the money and time with me to come here.”

Nami looked at you, that same look that always made your legs shaky and heart start to thump. She squeezed your hand. “Aw, you really are the sweetest.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you are.”

You giggled at each other. You looked into those sunset eyes, those eyes that made you first fall in love with Nami, the eyes that brought you to where you were now. Your heart began to thud, a thought creeping up into your head. 

“Hey… Nami…?” You said, looking into her eyes, your thoughts growing louder than the sound of the machinery moving.

“Yes, my dear sweet Y/N?” Nami responded, smiling at you.

“I know we’ve been dating for quite a while…but we’ve never said something really really important to each other.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Nami,” You took a deep breath, still encapsulated by those sunset eyes. “I love you.”

The corners of her mouth reached her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around your neck, kissing you deeply on your lips. Your foreheads touched, noses squished against each other. 

Nami broke the kiss, your foreheads still touching and her arms around your neck. You stared at each other, your eyelashes brushing against hers.

“I love you too, my sweet Y/N.” Nami whispered. “You’re my girlfriend, you’re the love of my life. I love you so much.”

“Yeah?” You giggled. “Would you tell the whole world you love me?”

“I would. I love you, Y/N.”

“You only said that to me.

“Because you are my whole world.”

[excessive-vampires]

Dealing With Demons Chapter 12: Not Even Scary Monsters Part 1: Riley

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @softvampirewhump @d-cs

The cabin was pretty secluded, but looked to be in good shape, well taken care of. Even if this turned out not to be the location of the run-down basement Avi remembered, it looked like Mason was still maintaining the place for one reason or another.

The team walked up to the front door. Mike put on his rune-etched glasses and closed his eyes.

"Okay, it's empty." He put on a black glove and turned the door handle, which opened without resistance. Then he stowed away his artifacts and walked into the cabin.

"Neat tricks," Avi said as they followed him through the door.

"They're not tricks," Riley defended. "It takes years of practice to learn how to make, charge, and attune to artifacts."

"But they are pretty neat," Mike said.

Avi chuckled.

"Can we please focus here?" Sil said, turning on the light.

The cabin looked completely normal, no sign of the occult.

"It can't ever be obvious, can it?" Mike asked with a sigh.

"Maybe it can," Riley said, pointing to a notebook on the coffee table.

Avi picked it up and opened it to a random page. "Yep, these are notes on different rituals." They tossed the notebook to Riley, who caught it. "We got lucky. Start reading, researcher," they said without warmth.

Riley bristled at the order but did as the demon said anyway. They opened the book and looked through the diagrams of different runes. Some of them were recognizable and some weren't anything Riley had ever seen before.

"This all looks... conceptual," they said. "Like the very start of an idea, none of it's anywhere near ready to be cast."

"I guess it would be too convenient to stumble across Mason's current notes," Sil groused. "He probably keeps that book with him."

"Um... guys..." Mike's voice echoed from beyond a door on the other side of the room. "I found the basement."

"Is it how Avi described it?" Sil asked.

"No, but you still had better come see this."

Riley, Sil and Avi followed Mike down the stairway to the cabin's basement.

"Fuck!" Avi exclaimed as they saw what was there.

All over the floor were runes, but not randomly placed. The outer circle had seven runes each connected to another different rune that worked to make up the central figure. Riley had never seen magic so complex before. And all the designs were made of what looked like thick silver wire.

"What... what is it for?" Sil asked.

"I don't know," Riley replied. "I see elements of binding, inversion, and transference, but the overall purpose... it's a mystery."

"We should destroy it," Avi said. "Now."

"Do you know what it does?"

"No, Agent Silverman, I don't. But I know it can't be good, especially not for demons."

"We'll get rid of it," Mike put a hand on Avi's shoulder. "But we need to take pictures of it first."

"No! I don't want anyone else to be able to replicate it!"

"Calm down!" Riley snapped, still angry with the demon. "We need to be able to figure out what it does if we want to find out what Mason's planning."

"I... I'm going to go wait by the car." Avi ran back up the stairs.

"Hey! We still have to search the rest of this place!" Riley followed them. When they got back to the cabin's main room they grabbed Avi by the arm.

Avi let out a pained yelp and Riley felt something slough off underneath their hand.

Avi rolled up their sleeve and Riley saw they'd partially ripped off a large bloody bandage made of gauze and tape. The wound beneath was scabbed over in places, but lines of fresh blood spilled out roughly where Riley's fingers had dug into the flesh.

Demons didn't bleed.

"Shit, Avi, that's some scratch," Mike said as he and Sil reached the top of the stairs and saw the scene. "I'll go grab the first-aid kit from the car."

"Bishop, come check out the bedroom with me."

"But, Sil—"

"Now. Agent Bishop."

Riley reluctantly followed Sil into the bedroom, she shut the door behind them.

"What was that? When someone is clearly freaking out it does exactly zero good to escalate things by yelling at them, not to mention Avi could've easily hurt or even killed you!"

"I'm sorry, Sil, I just... doesn't it get to you, working with something so completely amoral?"

"You were the first one to suggest working with them."

"And look how that turned out! Every single thing I learn about them, every single thing they do just makes me regret ever contacting them more and more."

"Well, they're here now. And they're helping, being useful, doing good. And we need that help with this, it's too big for us alone. So put your personal feelings away until the mission is over. Can you do that, Agent Bishop?"

"Yes, Agent Silverman."

"Good. Now, you take the bookshelf, I'll search the bedside table."

The bookshelf was filled with spell books and three-ring binders full of printed out pages from the Bureau's database about demons.

"Sil... I think I just solved that break-in from eight years ago."

"What?" Riley showed her a binder. "Oh."

"I recognize the format but the information itself isn't familiar."

"Whoever broke in, Mason I guess, he destroyed hard drives and backups on his way out. No one's had access to the information he stole since then," Sil explained.

"This could be monumental, if he didn't want anyone else to have this information it could mean it'll tell us what he's doing."

"Maybe, but most likely this is just like the notebook, it's what he left behind because he didn't need it anymore."

"Oh."

"Still worth a read, though." Sil opened a drawer in the dresser and looked inside. "Get to work, Bishop."

Riley took a binder out to the main room and started reading. They could hear Mike and Avi talking in the basement but did their best to ignore them. It wasn't hard, the information in the binders was fascinating stuff. Riley found confirmation of what Avi had said about silver, descriptions of the basic forms of all types of demons, and different accounts of what demons were and weren't capable of.

None of what they read made Avi's existence less confusing, though. The amount of power it would take to mimic a human body on a level that allowed it to bleed, to get tired, to metabolize caffeine would be astronomical. And yet here Avi was, unable to handle one human mage on their own. An exceptionally powerful human mage, sure, but a single person limited by one soul's worth of mana nonetheless. What could possibly explain how and why Avi had the power to create and maintain an entire human body but didn't use it to fight Mason instead? What could possibly cause such illogical priorities? Did they want to be human enough to die because they spent all of their energy trying to get as close as possible? That didn't fit with how inhuman they acted.

Then they turned the page, and ice water poured into their veins.

It was a ritual and rune used to forcibly separate a demon from someone they were possessing.

"Avi!"

At the sound of Riley's angry scream everyone else rushed back into the cabin's main room.

"What's going on?" Mike asked.

Riley ignored him and looked directly into Avi's eyes. "Is it true?"

"What?" the demon responded, confused.

Riley tore the page from the binder and shoved it in Avi's face as they stood from the couch. Avi's eyes scanned the page then went wide, they stepped back and almost tripped.

"Demonic possession. Is. It. True."

Avi looked to Mike and Sil, they looked to the exit, then they looked back to Riley and sighed. "Deals don't have to be for souls. It's very rare, but sometimes people will give up their body. When it does happen, it's usually to angels. You give up control of your life for things like charity and kindness and humility, not sins. The chances of a demon, a demon of avarice no less, getting a human body to possess are one in a million."

"And you're that one."

Avi didn't answer, just looked down.

Suddenly it clicked. Riley remembered what Avi had said when they asked if their human friend had sold them her soul. "Yes. Among other things."

"Oh god, that's what you meant when you said she makes you feel like you're part of human society, you sick bastard, you called her your friend. I can't even look at you right now. Get out!"

"Riley, just calm—"

"No, Sil! I will not calm down!"

"Sil, how can you defend—"

"I'm not defending them! But we have bigger things to worry about right now."

"Really?" Mike practically growled. "Bigger things than someone fucking possessed by a demon right in front of us! Someone who's needed help this whole time and we didn't even see!"

Avi spoke up bitterly. "Did you miss the part where I said it was part of a deal? She chose this!"

"Avi." Riley said with a furious calm that grabbed everybody's attention through all the yelling. "Leave. Right now."

"I-I'm bound to help with this case!" Tears started to well up in Avi's eyes. But Riley was numb to the display since the eyes in question didn't really belong to the demon.

"And right now your presence isn't helping. Leave. I'll set something up with Coleman, get her to call off the deal."

"What am I supposed to do about Cliff? I don't have any hope of beating him without help!"

"I don't care."

"Riley—"

"Leave!"

Avi vanished.

"Agent Bishop, that was extremely unprofessional and—"

"Shut the fuck up, Sil." Riley sounded tired. They were tired. They sat back down on the couch and just stared at the page in their hands. Their mind was racing, going over every little inconsistency in Avi's behavior and cataloging it as the clue it was. How could they have been so blind?

Sil left the room and started bringing out all the books and binders from the bedroom.

"I don't know why this hits harder than knowing that they eat souls, but it does," Mike said as he sat down next to Riley and put a hand on their shoulder. "Maybe it's that they're ruining someone's life, not just their afterlife."

"Or maybe it's that it was going on right in front of us and we had no idea. I should have known. The signs were all there, and I missed them."

"Hey, it's not your fault. You had no idea it was even possible. If you're gonna blame anyone, blame Mason for stealing this information from the Bureau."

Just then Sil slammed the last of the books down on the coffee table. "We're taking all of this back to the base, and you, Agent Bishop, are going to explain to Coleman why Avi, our asset, isn't with us."

Riley laughed humorlessly. "Why does dealing with Avi always lead to me having to explain things to Coleman?"

......

Coleman listened calmly to Riley's account of the events at the cabin while Mike and Sil sat in the uncomfortable chairs behind them. The other researchers were hard at work getting the recovered information back where it belonged and the whole base was abuzz with the news of what had been found.

Riley finished talking and for a minute Coleman just stared at them. They clenched their jaw and fidgeted uncomfortably. After an eternity, the director spoke. "Your outburst is understandable, Agent Bishop, but it is imperative that you bring Avi back in on the case."

"Director, Sir, that's bullshit!"

"Agent Green, this is not the time to question my judgement!" Coleman took a deep breath. "We've known that Avi has different morals than humans do from the start. That doesn't change the fact that there are lives on the line, human lives, and we need all the help we can get."

"What does it matter?"

"Excuse me, Agent Bishop?"

"What does it matter if we save them now? They've all sold their souls and we won't be able to save them later."

Coleman sighed. "Riley, you can't go down that road, you can't start choosing who to save."

"I know, but, Director... it all feels so futile."

"If this job were always satisfying and easy on the conscience then more people would do it. Now, contact Avi and then get back to work."

The team walked out of Coleman's office.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so,' Sil," Mike warned.

"Mike, Riley, I'm sorry. About all of this. I know I'm not showing it but I'm angry too."

"I know, Sil," Riley said. "I just... I'm going to go call Avi." Then they walked off towards the elevator.

Avi didn't pick up the phone, which was understandable. Riley sent them a text.

"I won't apologize, but we need you back on the case. Your deal with Coleman still stands."

Hopefully Avi would show up tomorrow morning.

[marilostfieldblog]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from the front shirt pocket of someone in the floor in an apartment, the sound of something being cooked in a pan is heard as someone slams open the door and Mari looks over to two people in the doorway covered in blood char and in one case rotting flesh and black blood.]

?: Surprise.

[Voice identified: Edgar Elliot Pression.]

?: Oh hey Edgar. WAIT EDGAR?

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: EDGAR?

[Voice Identified: William Keane.]

[Edgar waves, and immediately collapses, both knees buckling. The crowbar in his hand clatters to the floor.]

?: Hi. I'm not dead.

[Voice identified: Rose Elizabeth Henderson.]

W: F-fuck! YES! I KNEW IT!

[Will attempts to get up, grasping at a sofa near him.]

E: [Muffled.] Hi.

?: CAN PEOPLE QUIT TRYING TO BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR WHEN I'M MAKING FUCKING MAC AND CHEESE!

[Voice identified: Ness Kylie Hoffson.]

E: [Muffled.] ‘S my door. I can do what I fuckin’ want with it.

W: Where…abouts are they, Sarah?

?: Uh doorway. Front door.

[Voice identified: Sarah.]

W: Left?

S: Yes.

E: [Muffled.] Can someone help me get up.

R: Yep.

[Rose grabs Edgar and lifts him up.]

M: SO WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU!

E: Uh… It’s… a long story.

M: We have time.

E: So, I… after I broke off, I… I tried to help S.V2. I failed. I uh… had an encounter with that fucking manager again. And… then I did a few things I’m unsure if I’m proud of or disgusted by.

R: Well. Things happen, where's Henry? Awake yet?

Ne: Na. You good?

R: Got stabbed. Not great.

Ne: WAIT. ROSE.

R: Yep.

?: HI EDGAR!

[Voice identified: Cassidy.]

E: Hey.

[Edgar smiles, blinking slowly.]

[Will finally manages to get upright, and using the sofa he is near, turns to face Edgar and Rose, smiling. The previous jacket was switched to clean bandages seemingly, which are already slightly stained with blood.]

W: I'm so fucking glad you guys are okay!

[Edgar’s smile fades, eyes widening. He opens his mouth to speak, but he seems to be unable to get any words out.]

R: Oh yeah… Never did get a clear answer about that.

E: [Quietly.] What the fuck happened…?

M: Virus.

W: [Tired.] When..when I went to the archives. Virus was there, and..I discovered some things. She could see out my fucking eyes and..wanted to stop you guys from escaping.. I couldn't let that happen! so.. did what was reasonable..and we're down a knife.

[Edgar takes a step forward, almost falling back down, but managing to stay upright. He grabs the couch for support, and slowly moves over to Will. The two hug.]

W: Guess, we can't keep that promise about the stars, huh?

[Will says this in a sad yet joking tone. His voice was wavering.]

E: [Shakily.] I’m so fucking sorry, Will.

W: N-no. Don't, please. It's.. please.

M: You uh… Rose, you and Edgar wanna sit down? We're watching a movie.

R: Dad?

E: Could, uh… I go change clothes?

R: I… Also need to do that.

W: …can I borrow some?..

Ne: I'll buy you some.

E: For now, I’ll see if there’s something comfy in my drawers.

[Edgar stumbles off over to his room, and opens the door. Shutting it behind him.]

Ne: You guys want mac and cheese?

W: ..please?

Ne: Cool.

[Another door opens, and someone pokes their head out.]

?: What the fuck happened now?

[Voice identified: Leon.]

W: Edgar and Rose are back!

Le: … Where is he?

R: Room.

Le: Thanks.

[Leon exits his room and moves to the other door, knocking.]

E: [Muffled.] Yeah? You can come in, I guess.

[Leon flings the door open and slams it behind him.]

Le: YOU SON OF A BITCH!

E: JESUS–

R: Don't kill him! Cassidy and Sparrow still need to punch him!

Le: What the fuck happened to you, man!?

E: Please stop shaking me around.

Le: Fine. But… don’t do that shit ever again. It’s been over two fucking months. I missed you.

E: Same here.

R: Yeah uh… I'm also sorry… For leaving.

Ne: Yeah, you're ok just like… Would’ve been nice if you gave us a bit of warning.

R: Yeah yeah sorry… I uh…

C: Hey guys. did Leon kill Edgar.

W: Should I check?

[Will is moving his hand along the wall, feeling his way over.]

C: He dead?

W: Alive!

C: Sick.

R: Where is uh… Where's Sparrow?

Ne: Couch, with Jenny and Daff.

R: Oh.

[Will brings himself over to their voices, sitting down.]

Le: [Muffled.] WOAH! Dude! What the fuck!

R: Hm?

E: [Muffled.] Don’t poke it! It still hurts!

Le: [Muffled.] Sorry. But… Jesus Christ!

M: Wha-

[Leon pokes his head out of the room.]

Le: Sorry. Don’t mind that.

[A red haired teenager pokes their head out of the other door.]

?: Don’t mind what?

[Voice identified: Liam.]

[Edgar pokes his head out of the same room, leaning overtop of Leon.]

E: Hi!

[Liam freezes, then sprints out of his room and into the other. The door closes again, and a loud thunk is heard.]

E: OW! FUCK–

W: What happened?

R: Liam hugged him.

W: Aww!

R: Hey liam!

M: Hold on a moment…

[Mari grabs their phone, looking at it.]

M: QUIT RECORDING YOU BITCH!

[End transcript.]