#(pitch ain't shit sorry someone had to say it)

[stormyoceans]

WHEN I TELL YOU I'VE BEEN WAILING FOR HOURS ON END THEY REALLY SHOULD HAVE JUST MARRIED EACH OTHER 😭😭

#PLEASE PRAE WAS SO IN LOVE WITH MEEN #IM SORRY BUT MEEN SHOULD HAVE JUST FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT PITCH AND GET WITH PRAE INSTEAD #(pitch ain't shit sorry someone had to say it) #other random thoughts about these last two eps even if no one asked: #1) may is the loml and i need someone to murder wee or imma do it myself #2) i know saras and term are sickeningly cute but i still want saras and may to run away together #3) prae and phu really were wlw/mlm hostility and i think we should have gotten more of their dynamic #4) PHU AND KHUN REALLY SAW EACH OTHER AND WENT 'FUCK IM SO GAY' #5) no but srsly when is wee going to DIE (prae and pitch's mom should follow right after tbh) #p.s. i hate you #ps i hate you #praemeen #m: txt

[vagabond-umlaut]

a grin ain't toothy without the canines

Chapter 4 of functio laesa Gojo x Fem!Reader; Geto & Reader [platonic]; Canon Divergent AU; Isekai. Fluff & Angst & Drama & Humor; Reincarnation; Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies; Incredibly Self-Indulgent; Eventual Happy Ending; Eventual Friendships & Romance.

I wish we were never given homework. I love reading the textbooks, but copy-pasting them into notebooks? Not so much, bestie. (*^_^*)

Chapter warnings: The 'fantabulous friendship' between Reader and Geto. Guest appearance by a non-canon curse.

Training with Geto is worse than your WORST NIGHTMARE EVER.

That bitch is mean. He is evil. Unkind. Cruel. Has a heart of ice. Has no heart at all. 

So much so that you've no idea why, or how on earth, you once considered him to be someone good. Someone who is currently smirking at your defeated downtrodden self in the dirt, face devoid of every gram of sympathy and care you once were idiotic enough to believe he had for you.

Crouching to your level, the object of your fury queries, mockery thinly veiled by his soft speech, "Where did that enthusiasm from four weeks before run away to, Miss?"

"Nowhere," You snap back with a mighty angry frown— only to will it to dim in the same instant, seeing the razor-toothed cursed spirit still lingering less than six feet away. You weren't kidding when you admitted being weak cursed energy-wise.

Okay. Yeah. Fine. Whatever. It is okay. Just take a deep breath in. Then let it out. Repeat the cycle. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Inhale. Exhale. Girl, you have got this; you have got this; you have— "Thinking of ways to worm your way out of training, Miss?"— OH BLOODY HELL, NO, YOU HAVEN'T. You have to show this piece of shit—

"Never," You answer, mustering a chuckle that comes out more a scoff than anything else. An error not regretted, by the way. "I was just thinking how quickly and effortlessly you switched from a saviour persona into a villain in less than a month. Amazing... Unbelievably so. Really."

Something... crooked and twisted flickers in Geto's face in reply, sparking that familiar fear in your mind— you stamp it down, though. Being honest-to-God sick of this. And note that weird something too gone from the man's features in the same beat, replaced by geniality as he balances on his haunches to look at you. And requests, voice too airy for one in his place, "Sorry I didn't catch you. Come again?"

Wow, okay. This time, there isn't any flicker or whatsoever. The displeasure is sub-texted below his words in bold capital letters. Still, you don't find yourself giving a flying fuck. Thanks to feeling even sicker of this than ever before. [Did you have such a sweet temper in your previous life too? You don't think so... But then again, you were never so sorely beaten in it—]

Casting the poor remains of your sword then the cursed cause behind it a cross glance, you look at the man before. And huff.

"You're one hell of an actor, did you know that?" You begin, deciding not to bite your tongue even once now, "When I leaked few deets about your life here the first time– the first and only time and purely accidentally, mind you– I thought you would be mad at me. For breaking our deal and whatnot. But no. You weren't mad then. You acted the perfect guise of a good guy then; forgiving me without me saying sorry, cracking jokes, teasing me, blah-blah-blah," You shift your voice suddenly to a bolder, graver pitch. You don't like how it grows shrill, though. Geto frowns. His fugly curse inches closer.

Paying both the mind they deserve, which is none, you continue, "Honestly, I was pretty shocked but slowly, I grew used to it, and the many other ways you were nice to me— under the impression they were to persist. But no. The moment I dropped my defences by a micron, you turned into the meanest bully ever!! Taunting me instead of helping me correct my mistakes while training. Giving me backhanded compliments whenever I did something well, no matter how rare that was. Making me– a novice– stand against those horribly powerful curses you ha–"

"Me ignoring your slip-up wasn't me being the good guy," Geto interjects rudely. Despite not wanting to, you bite your tongue to still it. Your dislike for the sheer power imbalance here doesn't cancel it. No, it doesn't, no matter your wishes.

Your trainer's frown lifts but the solemnity stays. "I didn't mind it too much because– one, you never spoiled anything regarding my future, and two, it explained how you know so much about this world, especially about curses, despite possessing so less cursed energy, it's difficult for you to be a mere window."

Ouch, that fucking stung, this bastard—

"And before calling me a villain another time..." Trailing off, Geto leans back onto the heels of his palms. You shoot him a mildly narrowed look. Only to receive a patronising smile in return, besides the remainder of his sentence, "Why don't you learn to land one proper hit, Miss? I might be a villain, alright, but the curses you'll meet on your first mission a fortnight later will be way worse. I can assure you of that."

Anger. Confusion. Finally, the horrified anger that comes only when you grasp you've been lied to— no, worse, been manipulated... You skid through these three emotions faster than lightning, realising–

These training sessions haven't been for whatever bloody reason Geto told you. This bitch has been training you, only so you can survive whichever game he has crafted for you to play against the curses. A life-altering chunk of info, you're certain, he has extremely conveniently kept from you– 'cause you're just some silly, ridiculous, worthless monkey, aren't you? 

It takes you not even an instant to shoot back your reply: A WELL-AIMED FIST TO HIS FACE.

Poor razor-toothed curse. Watching its mama getting punched by some weird stranger lady.

Divider by @benkeibear. Header from Pinterest. I don't own the characters used here.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #kit posts 📝

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I have a prompt for gentle giant Jason: the reader yelling at someone who's not taking her seriously then Jason standing behind them and scaring the shit out of them

"I said you've had enough," you say levelly, staring at the drunk man who'd been attempting to pitch cherry pits and bits of straw wrapper down your shirt.

"Fuckin' bitch," he growled.

"Enough!" you say, cracking the metal t-ball bat from under the bar against the counter.

"You ain't gonna do-"

"Like hell I won't!" you shout back, stancing up. If Charlie had taught you anything, he taught you how to swing a bat.

He lunged going to snatch the bat and in the same moment you started to swing, to pin his hand and break his knuckles, a massive hand shot out and took the bat. And quicker than you could blink took aim at his head, sending the man sprawling onto the checkered floor.

"The lady," a deep voice purred, "said you were done."

"O-okay man, fuck. I was just joking around-" he sputtered, scuttling backward.

"You forgot to leave a tip," he said, unbothered, jumping over the counter and scooping up his wallet. Helping himself to the stack of cash he'd seen the man steal from one of his guys in the Narrows.

"Fuck- I'm sorry man. Just- just put the bat down-"

"It's cute that you think I need the bat to beat you to a pulp for putting hands on my girl," he said, grinning as he hauled the man to his feet. "And funny even that you think anyone would give a shit if you went missing."

"Okay- Okay I'm sorry-"

"What'chu apologizing to me for, uh?" he growled, "Tell the Lady you're sorry. She's a sweetheart. If you make her believe it she might even let you drink here again."

"I'm sorry," he sputtered, "Fuck-"

"That's a piss poor apology," Jason scoffed.

"Ma'am I'm sorry," he whimpered.

"I think he learned his lesson, Jay," you tell him, picking another cherry pit and a couple bits of paper out of your bra and letting it fall to the floor.

"Pity," Jason snorted, tossing him towards the door before helping himself to a stool and accepting the shot you poured him. "Got downgraded to a bat, huh?" he chuckled, "Broadsword in the shop?"

"Charlie said I can't have it anymore," you sigh, grumbling at the paper and cherry pits of your floor.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #gentle giant!jason #ask answered #minors dni

[desire-or-hope]

Y/N MEETS TOMAN

I got bored so I decided to make a text story about how Y/N met Toman :|

Toman x GN!Y/N

WARNING: CURSING

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌼🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Texting: Emma Sano

Y/N: EMMA I FOUND A HOT GUY😩❤️

Emma: You always find someone attractive though?

Y/N: I know but this guy is soooo hot🤧

Emma: Tell me, what's his name?

Y/N: IDFK BUT HE HAD BLOND HAIR PITCH BLACK EYES AND THIS GUY WAS BESIDE HIM HE WAS SO TALL AND HAD YELLOW HAIR AND A GANG SYMBOL ON HIS HEAD BUT IT'S NOT ABOUT THE TALL ONE! ITS ABOUT THE SHORT ONE😩😩😩😩😩

Y/N: Emma?

Emma: Oh, yeah. Sorry, but did the short one have a plain white shirt, baggy pants, and jacket unzipped?

Y/N: Stalker much?🤨🤨

Emma: I'm not a stalker, THAT'S MY FUCKING BROTHER YOU FUCK FACE!

Y/N: Hook me up already you shit face 🤡

Emma: You don't even know his name🤡🤡

Y/N: What's all his information?🥺🥺❓

Emma: Manjiro, Manjiro Sano. He goes by Mikey. He is 15 years old he was born on August 20th, 1990. His favorite foods are Dorayaki and Taiyaki and he is the commander of TOMAN.

Y/N : Toman? That gang that's been all around the news?

Emma: yes.

Y/N: THAT MAKES HIM 10X HOTTER😍

Emma: We all have a gc together, want me to add you?

Y/N: YES PLEASE🧎‍♀️

Emma: Okay one sec..

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌼🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Texting: Dummies doing dummy things

EMMA ADDED Y/N

???: Emma, who the hell did you add?

???: Yeh waht eh siad

Y/N: Bro you need to learn how to spell, not even Bob the builder can fix that 🤨❓

???: JAYSJISHABSFS

Emma: Guys, this is my friend Y/N, please be respectful and introduce yourselfs.

???: Why would we give our names to a complete stranger?

Y/N: Bro she just said my name, I ain't no stranger no more🤠

Mitsuya: My name is Mitsuya Takashi, it's a pleasure to meet you😊

Y/N: AHHH YOU SOUND LIKE A GENTLEMAN, HAND IN MARRIAGE SIR??

Mitsuya: Haha, you're to kind☺️

Baji: hte seman Baji Keisuke 😎

Chifuyu: The names* anyways, I'm Chifuyu Matsuno.

Y/N: Bro turn on grammerly please. And Chifuyu you sound so hot can you be the chicken to my nugget?

Emma: bro what.

Y/N: Shut up Emma, can't you see I'm trying to get a boyfriend?🤡

Emma: I thought you liked you-know-who?🤡🤡

Y/N: Keep your fucking mouth shut or I will make your life a living hell and you're going to like it🤡🤡🤡

Emma: Try me bitch🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

Baji: Who is that certain someone?😏

???: Wtf? DID HE JUST TYPE A WHOLE SENTENCE WITHOUT A MISTAKE???

???: Must be a miracle

Y/N: what's y'all names?

Mikey: My name is Manjiro Sano, but call me Mikey🙂

Draken: Just call me Draken, no need to say my real name

Y/N: Okay Draken, and I already know your name Mikey.

Mikey: oh really?

Y/N: In fact, I know all about you

Emma: 🤦‍♀️

Mikey: ...

Y/N: ... Kidding 🤣🤣🤣

Mikey: Oh, for a second I though you were serious. You're so funny Y/N😂😂

Emma: 🙂

Y/N: 🙂🔪

Mikey: Oh let me get Sanzu to introduce himself!

SANZU IS ONLINE

Sanzu: I have been summoned?

Mikey: Meet Y/N!

Sanzu: Y/N?

Y/N: ... Are you that angel haired loser who DRUGGED ME WITH MELATONIN GUMMIES?!

Sanzu: YES I AM

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To be continued ✨

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #mikey x reader #toman x reader #mitsuya takashi #emma sano #manjiro sano #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #draken

[unprofessional-bard]

Don't Push It, Pt. 1

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Part 2 (1/2)

Based on this request.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), a lot of teasing/sexual tension, implied romantic feelings.

Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 5.280

Author's Note: Okay y'all so I am a whore for Joel with long hair and I unintentionally made this into a fix-it au where Joel is alive. Also, the reader is going to have some OC characteristics to fit the scenario better. Finally, this fic changes POV's a lot, so I'm gonna clear that up:

• ----R and below: The reader's POV.

• ----J and below: Joel's POV.

• ----B and below: Both POV's.

The fic starts off with Joel's POV.

Enjoy!

gif credits: nikolai-stavrogin

"Hey, Joel," Dina called over to the man sipping coffee on his porch.

"Mornin' Dina," He replied as his daughter's girlfriend walked over to him. Her baby bump had grown a little more and it never failed to put a smile on Joel's face.

"There's a little trouble with the patrol today," She said. "Jesse won't be able to make it to patrol with (Y/N)."

Shit.

"And they're askin' me to fill in?" He sat up a little.

"Yup, Maria told me to ask you if-"

"No problem, sure, I'll do it." He spoke nonchalantly, then asked if Jesse was alright. Dina told him she wasn't sure, that it must be something important for him to miss patrol, which made Joel nod: "You told (Y/N) too, or...?"

"No, but she's gonna be there regardless. I doubt that she knows."

"Alright, thanks Dina," Joel got up and she smiled in return before walking over to Ellie's place.

It was wrong. By the lord it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. You were fierce, confident, determined and disciplined; qualities he came to appreciate in time, but a bit differently only when it came to you. He shouldn't want you, an unknown source in his mind kept telling himself, but he did. He didn't know why, he never found himself being attracted to a woman your age, yet you had him under your spell. Oh the things you did to him...

Worst part was, he couldn't have you, whether he liked it or not. Nevermind the fact that you were too young for him, you probably didn't want him anyways- despite the crystal clear signals he got from you. It was just how you were, though: A little physical and perhaps a little flirty, but he could just be confusing that with your confidence.

Or he could be overthinking everything.

Joel readied his backpack, but realised there was still a little more than an hour before the rendez-vous, so he decided to head over to your place to tell you about the news to kill some time. After he made it there and knocked on your door while calling your name a couple of times, which were left unanswered, your neighbour curiously looked over the fences and called over to Joel: "She left a while ago... For the gym, I think."

"Thank you," Joel smiled politely and earned a wave from the lady in return. He took his time as he walked over to the gym. After he arrived, he looked around for awhile to spot where you were, but when he found it, the sight almost made him choke.

There you were, ankles crossed as you pulled yourself up and chin over the barfix with closed eyes, a frown and a clenched jaw. Sweat laced the sides of your face and Joel's eyes wandered lower: You were wearing a sports bra and matching shorts which hugged your frame tightly and the sun was shining directly onto your muscles, which the lord himself carved out and were also sweaty, but Joel didn't care - it made you look more attractive, if anything. You let out a huff and lowered yourself down, while he tried to collect himself. He didn't want to disturb you so he decided to wait until you finished...

...but you didn't seem to be finishing any time soon. He didn't want to look like a creep as he stood there and waited, so after you did another pull up and let yourself down, he cleared his throat.

----R

"(Y/N), here you are."

Had you not been already hanging, you definitely would've fell when you heard Joel's voice reach your ears. You opened your eyes to see him slowly approach you, his stupid thumb stuck in behind his stupid belt.

You hated it: You hated finding this man attractive and you hated your guts for occasionally flirting with him - him, who probably would never look at you the way you looked at him. He liked you, of course, he enjoyed your company but not the way you wanted him to. You hated that you had a crush on this man, who became even more gorgeous as he let his hair grow over the last few years, you also hated how he neatly parted it to the left.

Patrol with him was both a treat and a curse at the same time. You got to spend time with him, which made it a treat, but when you watched him- saw him in action, how aggressive he was, heat started to pool between your thighs. He was so rough and precise as he was smart; he always knew what to do under any circumstance, so you almost never worried when you went out with him. He made you feel safe, praised you and played with your heart when he responded to your flirting and nothing came out of it.

You hated it because your little "crush" on him was pathetic, for someone as confident as you. Sure, you teased and flirted with him, but one praise as simple as you did well today and you'd be melting on spot. You even tried to get with other people to distract yourself, to no avail. They weren't Joel.

None of them could ever be Joel.

"Good morning!" You said with a high pitched voice, reflecting your struggle to keep yourself up.

"To you too," He chuckled at your state and watched as you pulled yourself up slowly. "Hey, listen. Jesse ain't gonna make it to patrol today so I'm fillin' in for him."

----B

The way you faltered a little didn't escape him: "Why? Is he okay?"

"I dunno, but I'm sure he is. Something important must've come up," Joel informed you, not wanting to worry you as you seemed to care about him. A lot. Ugh.

"Tsk," You breathed out and closed your eyes to focus on keeping your head above the metal bar.

Joel then spoke again: "Yeah, I was just here to let ya know."

"Okay, well-" You exhaled audibly and suddenly let yourself go. The force of the action sent you flying a little and it almost made you bump into him: "Woah, oh, sorry-"

"Woah there," You both chuckled at the same time. Joel held you by your elbows to help you balance yourself and your heart rate picked up pace when you realised how close your face was to his chest a moment ago - the chest you wanted to get your hands on: How muscular was he? How many scars did he have there? How would it feel to run your fingers through the hair as you ro-

"Uhm, yeah, as I was saying," You snapped yourself back to reality and took a small step back, disappointed by the way his fingers let go of your arms: "I'm done here, just need to do a couple of stretches, then head back and take shower."

"Right. Well, I'll see you at the gate, then?"

"Uh, sure, yeah."

You didn't know what else to say other than stay. You wanted him near you and around you, you wanted to show off to him and you wanted his attention, so you had to think quick.

Joel didn't want to leave either, even though you were going to spend the whole day together. He still nodded and turned around to leave. It was then, when a brilliant idea crossed your mind: "Actually, Joel?" He turned around, gave you a soft look that made you want to run up to him and kiss all over his face. "Could you help me with my stretches?"

If he'd been drinking or eating anything, he most definitely would've choked: "Help you?"

"Yeah," You flashed a smile at him. "It's simple, you just gotta press me down and keep me in place." The widening of his eyes, puzzled face and his tense posture made you shy. "Eh- Normally, Jesse helped me with them."

True. Some stretches required someone to push your body to its limits - when you worked out alone, you stuck to simpler stretches, but right now, you needed a reason to have him by your side.

Joel was torn between leaving, like a responsible person who knew when to walk away would. He was responsible, yes, but his moral compass was thrown out of the window whenever you joined the picture. So far, he wanted to think he was handling his emotions well- by not acting on them and not talking about them.

Now, however, it was as if he was facing the last straw. He had a few boundaries left to cross, and this was one of them.

"Plus, I'm a bit tired to do them. Will you help me?"

Lies. All lies.

You'd been doing these stretches for long enough, even though you'd worked hard, you weren't tired at all. Joel thought this to be the case, so he tried to go around it: "You sure? I mean, how're you tired?"

"I've been training like hell this morning," You settled on the mat. "I don't wanna do these stretches, but I have to. I'm not in the mood to pull a muscle today."

That was good enough for him really: "'Kay," He sighed. "What do you need me to do?"

Your eyes glowed in excitement before you faced forward and explained: "Im gonna lean forward, like this-" You extended your legs forward and lowered yourself down. "All you gotta do is press on my back and stop me from moving away for a few seconds."

A few seconds which felt like five minutes, truth be told.

As soon as he touched your bare back, you sighed, then forced it into a hiss. He immediately retreated his hands, thinking he hurt you, pushing the ludicrous idea that you might have moaned away immediately.

His hands were big and a little cold comparing to your skin which was on fire after the workout, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't do that on purpose. You straightened up and looked at him with an innocent smile: "Your hands are cold."

Not cold enough to make you react like that, obviously.

Joel offered an awkward chuckle from the back of his throat: "You're gonna have to deal with it, missy."

And deal with it you did- barely. Christ, that was a bad idea, your worst one yet. To have his hands on your bare skin, pressing you down made your cheeks burn and mouth hang open as he kept you in place. You almost didn't hear him when he spoke, too busy trying to comprehend the size of his hands and how they'd feel around your throa-

"How many of these do you gotta do?"

"Uh, dunno," You blurted out. "Not too many."

Joel was partly glad, it felt so wrong yet it was just a simple act of help you could've asked from anyone. After 20 seconds of staying like that, you straightened. You went into a head-to-knee position and gave him an okay to press you down again.

You switched to the other leg after half a minute, but you were running out of ideas. There weren't any positions left that you could use his help with, so you played one last card to ruin him: "More."

"W-What?"

Good riddance.

"Press a little harder," You pretended to focus and tried your best not to smirk, knowing you had him where you wanted.

"Oh- hm," He cleared his throat and pressed a little more down on your back. If your plan hadn't backfired and made you almost moan through your teeth, everything was going accordingly.

Joel went to pull back, but stopped when you added: "It's been a while since I did these..."

Christ.

"That enough?" He slowly retreated his hands and stood up, watching you lean up where you sat.

"Yup, that'll be it," You smiled and blinked a couple of times. If Joel had known better, he would've thought you were making him do that, then being all cute on purpose-

It was going to be a long day.

----R

Patrol with the older Miller went as normally as it always was. Part one usually went like this: Meet up at the gate, get your rifles and horses, ride out, reach checkpoint one and sign your names. The road to checkpoint one didn't have any trouble, it usually never did. It was more quiet between you two than usual though. Had you gone too far?

"So, uh," You said once the two of you mounted your horses again. "You coming to the dance tonight?"

"What?" He snapped his head in your direction, looking clueless. "What dance?"

"Well, not a dance exactly but- you know what I mean?" You started riding. "The adults only event?"

He looked really distracted, a bit tense even: "Oh, right. You know those ain't my thing."

"I know," You nodded with a soft smile. "But I haven't seen you in any event ever since you decked Seth."

"Decked?" Joel chuckled bitterly at the memory.

"He deserved it, and more, that prick," You rolled your eyes, making him chortle.

"And nobody managed to shut up about it for the whole month," He sighed with a gorgeous yet tired smile on his face which you managed to see just in time. "So, no thanks. I'll pass."

"Aw, come on," You whined. "You can't avoid coming to these events forever. Please?"

He gave you a confused look, his smile slowly disappearing but not in a bad way: "Why?"

A good question. Oh, no reason, just wanna try and make a move on you, quite possibly jump your bones if it all goes well.

"I wanna make sure you haven't lost your ability to socialise." You offered.

"Really? Why, you're my momma now?"

"Ew, no," You both laughed. "Can't I be sure my friend is alive and well occasionally?"

----J

Friend.

A word that made Joel stop and think.

You saw him as a friend, huh? Two people, with clear sexual tension and an obvious age gap between them- Friends was an awkward description for him, but it was better than nothing.

He opened his mouth to reply, to insist that he was indeed alive and well, but you stopped him: "You know what I mean."

The conversation was making him a little distracted, he noticed, so he decided to keep his mouth shut until you reached checkpoint two. You didn't press him on, which was also a delight. That's another thing he liked about you: You knew your bounds- in patrol anyways. Or maybe it was because you got to know him well over the time, knew what he liked or not.

Part two went quieter too- infected and conversation wise. Not even a single runner was on sight as you swept through the small cabins and houses. Except for the occasional clear's and nothing here's, you didn't say anything else. Joel itched to talk to you, about anything to break the silence, but he was too lost in thought.

When you finally made it back to Jackson, you finally spoke up: "So? You coming?" He chuckled, mostly out of relief, then you added: "I found a new outfit, I wanna know what you think."

That caught Joel's attention. With a curious smile, after handing over your horses, he asked: "What outfit?"

"You'll see... If you come." You smirked, your close proximity making Joel's heart race.

"Don't get your hopes up," He sighed with a small grin and tucked his thumb behind his belt, the other one gripping the strap of his rifle.

"You're the worst," You punched his shoulder with mock upset, making him chortle and stumble a little to the right. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow then."

Joel remained quiet, then you walked away with a soft smile gracing your lips. The words sunk deeper than he would've liked, a sudden wave of guilt soaking his guts with regret, even though you didn't sound disappointed or upset. Lips pursed, he watched you hand your rifle to Peter and sign off, then leave; his steps coming to a halt as you did.

He just might check out what was up at the dance tonight, if he could successfully move himself out of his comfort zone in the following few hours.

----R

"Well well, look who it is," Tommy grinned when you approached the doors of the pub. The night had settled across the sky by the time you stepped outside your place. The sound of music and chatter of the people from inside filled your ears.

"Yours truly," You smirked. "It's crowded in there huh?"

"It sure is," Tommy said as he turned around to lead you inside. "Adults only events tend to attract more people, as y'can guess. Don't you look pretty today."

"Why thank you." You smiled playfully: "For no one, but myself, at that."

You lied through your teeth. You had dressed up in the silly hope that Joel would actually show up. You had been planning on it ever since you came across the item wrapped around your hips in an abandoned clothes shop a few weeks ago, and this event was the perfect excuse for you to wear it. For him.

"I ain't sayin' nothing!" Tommy raised his hands up in defense. "Figured that much, haven't seen anyone catch your interest in a long time."

Ha. Nice.

The atmosphere was lively and the air was warm, full of energy. Chatter and dancing went about the packs of people scattered across the space, but you couldn't see Joel, much to your disappointment - you weren't surprised though. What surprised you was Jesse suddenly showing up.

"Where's Ellie and Dina?" You asked after a while of teasing him about missing patrol.

"They decided to stay behind, I guess." He shrugged.

"What can I get y'all?" Tommy smiled, suddenly appearing behind the counter. Without waiting for an answer, he filled two glasses and pushed them towards you. You and Jesse looked at each other for a brief moment, before knocking it back at one go. "Woah there..."

A round of laughter later, you felt someone's presence behind you, then they tapped you on the shoulder: "Hey, (Y/N)!"

Much to your disappointment, once more, it was a boy named Mark. He was a year older than you, had no features whatsoever matching Joel's prettier ones and he took an obvious liking to you, which in truth you didn't appreciate, even though he wasn't weird about it or anything. You faked a smile and turned to him a little: "Hi."

"Good to see you," Sure. "How, uh, how are you?"

"Busy, actually," You pointed at the glass Tommy was refilling for you.

"Mind if I join?" He made himself comfortable on the stool next to you.

"Yeah. I do." Your smile never faded but your words were laced with poison.

He looked between you, Tommy and Jesse, mortified at your answer: "W- Heh, well, would you wanna dance later, then-?"

"No, I don't." You spoke calmly and turned to face Jesse again, only for him to move to tap you on the shoulder, which Tommy stopped from happening.

"Why don't you go home, huh?" He grabbed his wrist firmly, but not hard enough to leave a bruise of course. "The lack of oxygen in your brain's clearly stoppin' you from understandin' a word as simple as no."

You looked over at the younger Miller, a stern look on his face which seemed to make Mark piss himself. Suddenly, an even deeper voice was heard behind the boy: "I advise you to listen to him, son."

You turned completely in your seat to see Joel grabbing Mark by the shoulders, making him jump, then remove him from the seat carefully. Mark's legs were quick to oblige, making him walk towards the exit, but Joel held him in place: "A-ah, what do you say to the lady?"

"I'm s-sorry, (Y/N)," He nodded quickly. "I'll never disturb you again, I promise."

"Good boy," Joel patted him on the back, which sent him running to the door. Your cheeks were suddenly burning and you couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Tsk, what a jackass," Tommy nodded disapprovingly as Joel took the now empty space next to you.

"You decided to show then, huh?" You smirked at Joel.

"Yeah, figured you'd break someone's wrists and make 'em eat it," He chuckled, tipping his head at his brother in a greeting -God he looked so handsome, was that a new shirt?- before he continued: "Decided it'd be a shame to miss it."

You giggled and lightly pushed at his arm, almost immediately feeling the muscles underneath the rolled up sleeve of his blue shirt: "I'll take that as a I came because you asked and I listened for once." The exchange, obviously, didn't go unnoticed by his brother and Jesse, which made you sit upright suddenly: "Tommy was the one who was gonna break his wrist anyways..."

"Nobody gets to disturb anyone here, especially right in front of me," He said and slid a glass to his brother.

Jesse joined in: "I doubt it, but should he ever-"

"Aw, you guys are spoiling me," You grinned and waved your hand down, pressing the other onto your chest.

----J

You looked beautiful. You were wearing a plain, dark green, mid-thigh, flare skirt; which could pass as a miniskirt, but Joel was no fashion expert. You always did come up with the rarest clothing items (like your sports set that morning), so he wasn't surprised that you happened across the skirt. You also had a simple, white, v-neck t-shirt on- which all in all was the reason you left Joel speechless: You could be wearing something as simple as these, but you'd still look so damn pretty.

A few minutes later, after Jesse and Tommy disappeared in different directions and you were finally left alone, Joel spoke up: "Is this the-"

"What made you-" You gave each other a brief look before chuckling: "You go first."

"Ah, I was gonna ask if this was the outfit you wanted me to see," He said, briefly looking down to point at your skirt.

He watched you run a hand through your hair and bite your bottom lip before answering: "Yeah..." You got up and stuffed your hands in your pockets, which made Joel's heart sizzle. "What do you think?"

He gave you a genuine smile: "I think you look beautiful."

The shock on your face made Joel panick a little, but when you offered a shy little smile, he relaxed: "You- Really?"

He gave you a single, slow nod in acknowledgement, his smile grew bigger when you beamed at him and offered him a quiet thank you, then sat back. You were staring hard at your glass, clearly avoiding his gaze and he found it rather cute, but didn't comment on it.

He was looking forward to chat with you, after all, you were the reason why he showed up, but you were unfortunately dragged away by a couple of friends, Jesse included...

To dance.

An upbeat song he didn't recognise started playing, putting you and another boy, Mick, to action. Everyone backed away to give you two space, then started off with what seemed to be something you'd been practicing for a while. You mirrored each other's moves, it was similar to some folk dance he'd watched way before the outbreak, but it most definitely wasn't a folk dance. Your arms linked occasionally, hands on your hips as you crossed each other's legs with fast movements and other types of moves Joel couldn't name if he tried, but it was organised and fun to watch. It wasn't intimate, too, just a silly little dance as you called it minutes later when you finished and walked to the bar for a drink. You didn't stay long, though, just downed your drink, winked at him and went back to the stage where you and Mick (but mostly you) stole the show.

It went on for two more rounds, to the point your t-shirts were absolutely soaked and your legs couldn't take it anymore. Joel had a particularly hard time in his seat, watching your skirt float around your thighs made him feel embarrassed with himself. Tommy even went as far as to tease him about his constant squirming, but a glare from his older brother was enough to shut him up.

The last dance finished off with you in Mick's arms, leaning back in his hold and closing your eyes with laughter. Everyone clapped you both, which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Mick- which you returned. Joel's jaw clenched unintentionally, even though you and him didn't appear to be more than friends.

Stop. Stop it, you idiot.

He couldn't care less about these types of things, drama about who's dating who and whatnot, but when it came to you he naturally grew curious.

He watched you, eyelids struggling to keep themselves open as Jesse led you and helped you onto the stool, next to Joel once more. You huffed and giggled, eyes closed with sweat droplets on your forehead. He couldn't help it when his smile grew wider at your tipsy state.

What he didn't see coming was the sudden hand on his thigh and your back against his arm, letting your head drop onto his shoulder as you let out a brief laugh: "Never let me dance and drink at the same time again."

Joel didn't know what to say, he quickly looked around for Jesse only to find him already gone and a couple of people staring at the both of you. With a rush of panic, he responded: "I don't think I'm the one you should say that to, darlin'."

Your hand and the rest of your body immediately retreated when you jumped at his voice: "Joel?!" You looked a little embarrassed and he couldn't help but smirk. "Uh, where's Jesse?"

The question almost made him scrunch up his face, but he patiently waited until the end of the conversation, which was after you've walked away to find the boy in question and he was alone with his own thoughts... Jealousies...

"He dropped you off and went over there, I think." Joel nodded to the direction he thought Jesse went off to - he didn't see though, he was too busy focusing on you when your fingertips had brushed somewhere dangerously near his crotch.

"Huh," You stared around to find him, but Joel figured you were too intoxicated to actually see that far. "You need to stop wearing the same clothes."

He raised a brow at that: "You tell him that."

"Oh I will," You grinned mischievously and suddenly grabbed Joel's glass of whiskey from his hand, then downed it at one go before he could intervene.

"Hey!" He tried to grab the glass from you but you leaned back. "I think you've had enough for the night."

"Says who-?" You pouted and at the very same time, lost your balance, realising that you leaned a little too back. However, Joel caught you; one hand on your arm, the other on your waist and he pulled you back - he didn't know if you did it purposefully, but you practically fell into his body: "Oh! I'm sorry-" You laughed, not looking sorry at all. "Thanks, Joel," You purred, extending the 's' and the 'l' at the end of each word as you grabbed onto his biceps. "You saved me."

"Pfft," Joel couldn't help but let his hand linger on your waist as he made sure you stood in place. Your eyes met when you lifted your head from his chest - the meaning behind his hazel gaze and your own was similar and it lasted for what felt like a whole minute, while in reality it was no longer than a few seconds.

You finally let his arms go and he took it as his cue to remove his hand from your waist (which, for a moment, felt like it had been glued there): "So... You enjoying yourself, old man?"

Joel sighed through his nose, amused at how the alcohol in your system was slowing your speech, then went back to how he had been sitting before you came. Just when you asked, the smooth, familiar tune of Ain't No Sunshine started playing. After all the excitement, a slower music felt nice: "Sure. You?"

"Oh I sure am," You nodded and leaned back against the counter with something of a triumphant smile.

"I can tell," Joel replied, then without turning his head, side eyed you. His stare later on moved down to your skirt. "Why'd you get all dressed up for, really?"

"Huh?" You blinked, not processing if he was asking what you thought he was.

"I, uh- just never took you for the skirt type."

"Is that so?" You asked, eyes widening. "Well, just trying on a new outfit..." You looked down and bit your lower lip, making Joel's heart skip a beat. He mentally kicked himself for not leaving right then and there and continuing to talk to you: "There's actually another reason."

"Hm?"

"There's this guy," You turned towards him, placed your arm paralleled across his on the counter and leaned forward a little, pretending to look around. His fingertips scratched against the wooden surface of the counter at the mention of this guy in question. "I don't know his name, but maybe you do?"

He just raised a brow when you looked at him innocently: "He's a bit old, around this tall," Your hand went back and forth in the air as you tried to size the man's height in your mind. "Has pretty, long, graying hair with an also graying beard... A little scar on his nose," You looked at him and leaned in a little more, invading his personal space but not touching him, then pointed at the exact spot on your nose and it was then, Joel realised, that you were indeed describing himself. "He's wearing this blue shirt and, honestly, it would look better on him if he opened another button or two."

I know, I know

Hey I oughta leave young thing alone

But ain't no sunshine when she's gone

He wanted to counter, tease you back, lean down and taste your lips, then place a kiss or two on your neck and bite it softly just to hear you moan quietly into his ear- he also needed to get his shit together, as much as he wanted to do all of that.

He couldn't quite believe his self control when he leaned away from you, especially since the tip of your noses almost touched and he felt your hot breath on his lips. He cleared his throat and quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking- no one had seen the rather intimate interaction so he spoke: "I don't know who that is."

The disappointment on your features was like a knife twisting up in his guts. You blinked a couple of times, but didn't lean back: "S- Sure you do..."

"I don't," Joel insisted, his voice stern. "Maybe you should look for someone else."

Your disappointment turned into embarrassment and anger, making you frown and lean back: "Excuse me."

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And this house just ain't no home

Anytime she goes away

And with that, you got up and stormed away, leaving Joel wanting, aching and ashamed.

Anytime she goes away

Anytime she goes away

Anytime she goes away

#joel x reader #joel x you #joel x oc #joel x y/n #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller x oc #joel miller x y/n #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us x reader #the last of us #the last of us imagine #the last of us fanfiction #tlou x reader #tlou imagine #tlou imagines #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 3 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. The guys and I were quick to pack up our belongings before making a beeline for Mr. Clarke's desk, eager to see if the Heathkit came. All the while Mr. Clarke was reminding the already fleeting class of our homework assignment.

"Remember, finish chapter 12 and answer 12.3 on the difference between an experiment and other forms of science investigation. This will be on the test, which will cover chapters 10 through 12. It will be multiple choice with an essay section." His voice faltered towards the end of his sentence as he realized no one had been paying attention.

His head turned to us and he didn't seem too surprised to see us so eager. Mike couldn't take the wait any longer and spoke up on the behalf of all of us.

"So, did it come?"

Mr. Clarke looked solemn. "Sorry, guys," Our heads began to hang in disappointment at his words. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but... It came!"

My face lit up with relief. We followed Mr. Clarke down the halls in anticipation. Mike got to the door first and eagerly threw it open, the rest of us close on his tail.

"Yes!"

Since Mike was the first through the door, naturally he dove for the desk chair as the rest of us scuttled over each other, each of trying to get a close look at it. Lucas and I seemed to have the same idea as we fiddled with the knobs on the Heathkit as Mr. Clarke addressed the new device we were all so eager to see.

"The Heathkit ham shack," The boys and I were in awe.

"Ain't she a beaut?" Mr. Clarke sighed. Dustin then spoke up. "I bet you could talk to New York on this thing."

"Think bigger." Said Mr. Clarke. I rose my eyebrow and looked to my teacher as I questioned, "California?"

"Bigger." 'No way.'

"Australia?" Mike pressed. We all turned out heads hopefully to Mr. Clarke as he responded with a smile and the shake of his head. We all exclaimed.

"Oh man," Lucas chuckled in excitement. "When Will sees this, he's totally gonna blow his shit." My smile faltered at the mention of Will, as Mr. Clarke scolds Lucas for his foul language. Lucas apologized turning back to the Heathkit, and I shake my head slightly trying to get my mind off of Will.

Lucas seems to have found the right settings on the dials based on the high pitch frequencies coming out of the Heathkit. Mike has the headphones on and begins to speak into the mic in an Australian accent.

"'Ello, this is Mike Wheela', president of Hawkins Middle AV Club."

Dustin then practically ripped the headphones off of Mike's head, a big goofy grin on his face as he placed them on his head. Mike was in a fit of giggles as he spoke. "What are you doing?" Dustin proceeded to do the exact same thing as Mike just moments ago.

"'Ello, this is Dustin, and this is the secretary and treasurer of Hawkins Middle AV Club. Do you eat kangaroos for breakfast?" I giggle, shaking my head thinking about the poor confused soul who is stuck listening to the boys ramble on. As Lucas grabs for the headphones, I turn around so I'm facing Mr. Clarke, and I give a polite, yet warm smile. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome Mr. Henderson," He returned the smile, seeming appreciative of the fact that at least one of us said 'Thank you'. He has always been a great teacher, and I don't think anybody ever really appreciates or even thanks him very much. I can't imagine how frustrating it can be as a teacher. I laugh to myself at the sight of my friends playfully fighting over who gets to use it next, when our fun gets cut short at the sound of a knock on the door. We all turn our heads to see the Principle walk in, a couple of men behind him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but, uh, may I borrow Y/N, Michael, Lucas, and Dustin?" To say my stomach dropped would be an understatement as I got a better look at the men out in the hallway and realized it was the Chief and one of his officers.

My mouth ran dry.

'Will.'

The four of were seated on the couch in the Principal's office, Chief Hopper, and officer Callahan - I believe his name was - seated in chairs opposite us. I was seated between Mike and Dustin, I kept my mouth shut unless told otherwise, and my hands have woven together in my lap, much too afraid to do otherwise. The boys, on the other hand, were freaking out and all trying to speak at once. I tried nudging them warningly with my elbows but they just ignored me. It seemed I had made the right choice in being quiet, as Hopper seemed to have gotten impatient almost immediately.

"Okay, okay, okay. One at a time all right? You." He points Mike. Mike shakes his head. "You said he takes what?"

"Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood." His face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yes," I croaked involuntarily, wanting to explain to him that it is just our name for road.

"Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?" He turned to the officer.

"I have not. That sounds made up to me." The officer replied. This timid, awkward man gave me the impression he was more of a 'Yes-man' and knew nothing about what he was doing.

"No, it's from Lord of the Rings."

'Oh, here we go.' I think to myself, sighing.

"Well, The Hobbit."

Mike and I look at each other, knowing what's happening.

"It doesn't matter." Lucas retorted.

"Knock it off!" I warn, trying my best to throw my whisper across the couch without drawing attention to myself.

"He asked!" Dustin nearly shouted.

"Guys!" I hissed.

"'He asked'" Lucas mimicking Dustin, not even listening to me.

I looked over at Mike for help but he is already checked out.

They continue talking over each other in a childish manner and the chief leans forward trying to silence them.

"Hey, hey, hey!" They quieted down finally. "What'd I just say? One at a damn time. You." He nodded to me. He seemed to tolerate just Mike and me.

"Mirkwood, as Mike was saying. It is a real road. It's just the name that's made up, it's what we call it. It's where Cornwallis and Kerley meet." I finish.

He seems satisfied, finally having a straightforward answer. He leans back in his chair, talking now to Callahan.

"Yeah, all right, I think I know that—"

"We can show you, if you want." Mike offered hopefully, cutting the chief off mid-sentence.

"I said that I know it!"

"We can help look."

"Yeah" Dustin added hopefully.

"No."

And just like that, the boys begin to talk over each other once again. Knowing better than to waste my breath trying to shut them up, I sit back once again, hands in my lap waiting for the Chief to continue.

"No," He says loud enough to quiet the boys. "After school, you are to all go home. Immediately. That means no biking around looking for your friend, no investigating, no nonsense. This isn't some Lord of the Rings book."

"The Hobbit."

"Shut up!" Lucas gave Dustin a swat on the arm.

Dustin reached over and hit Lucas back, knocking me and Mike back in the process. I roll my eyes in annoyance, and fight every urge I have not to shout at them.

"Hey!"

Mike finally snaps. "Stop it!"

They continue hitting each other and Hopper finally leans over and says quietly, in an irritated tone. "Do I make myself clear?"

I was the only one paying attention so based on his tired, lowered voice and his eyes on me, I could tell he was just talking to me at this point.

I shook my head. "Yes," I mutter.

He nodded his head at me in thanks. All the while, the boys were still bickering. Hopper's gaze landed on the boys, and he stood up and walked forward towards us. The way his tall frame towered over us was overwhelming, and enough to shut the boys up. In a deep, intimidating voice, he repeated his words, slowly.

"Do I make myself... clear?" The boys nod their heads in fear, their necks craning up to meet his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah."

"Yes."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

I've been laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling for about thirty minutes, give or take a few. I had managed to do all of my school work, including my project that wasn't due for another week and a half, read three books — granted, they were fairly short — and I was still left with nothing to do but worry about Will. The fact that I'm not allowed to help is driving me crazy, even though I keep trying to tell myself the adults are better equipped to deal with this stuff. My thoughts are interrupted by the crackling of the walkie-talkie that was sitting on my dresser. Since our mom couldn't afford two walkie-talkies, Dustin and I share one. I usually have it though so I can talk to Will.

The voice coming through sounded like Mike. Rather than getting my hopes up I just decided to stay put, staring at my ceiling, listening in.

"Lucas, do you copy? It's Mike. Lucas? Over."

"Hey, it's Lucas."

"I know it's you. And say 'over' when you're done talking so I know when you're done. Over." I roll my eyes and smile.

"I'm done. Over." I chuckle at this.

"I'm worried about Will. Over." My smile quickly falls.

I can hear Lucas sigh. "Yeah. This is crazy. Over."

"I was thinking..." Now I was really paying attention. "Will could've cast Protection last night, but he didn't. He cast fireball. Over." I sat up slowly, my eyebrows furrowed at the walkie.

"What's your point? Over."

"My point is... he could've played it safe, but he didn't. He put himself in danger to help the party. Over." A bittersweet smile flutters across my face briefly at this.

"Meet me in ten. Over and out."

'To hell with adults.' I tell myself. I leap off my bed and grab the walkie, knowing they'll still be able to hear me.

"Forgetting someone? Over."

"Y/n? Over." It was Mike.

"Don't worry, I'll let Dustin know. Over and out."

I retract the walkie before shoving it into my bag and heading for Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Once I had caught Dustin up on everything, the four of us had met up and we are now currently riding down Mirkwood. The thought of my best friend disappearing right here, exactly 24 hours ago was enough to give me chills.

"Ah, man. This is it." Lucas broke the silence as we approached the barrier closing off the path where his bike was supposedly found. We all came to a stop.

For a brief moment, the woods were lit up by lighting in the distance as thunder bellowed across the sky. Dustin looked up at the blanket of clouds above the trees, his voice shaking.

"Hey, guys. You feel that?" He was obviously referring to the rain that fell on his face. I roll my eyes. "I think maybe we should go back."

"No!" Mike and I said simultaneously.

"We're not going back. Just stay close." Mike and Lucas continued on into woods. I was eager to follow them but not without trying to reassure my brother.

"Dustin, he's right. Look, I know you're scared right now, okay? I'm scared too, but can you even imagine how scared Will must be? We have to do this. For Will." I didn't wait for a reply and ran to catch up with Mike and Lucas.

Knowing my brother, he would rather stay in a group than split up. Sure enough, he gave in.

"Hey, guys, wait up!" He said, dropping his bike. "Wait up!"

We started walking again, and as we did it I could feel the rain start to soak my neck and shoulders. I pulled my hood up over my head, turning on my flashlight and set off into the night, eager to find my friend.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The thunder rumbled, and as we ventured deeper into the forest I could feel the light drizzle of rain evolving into a steady downpour.

"WILL!"

"WILL!" I cried.

"Byers!" Lucas yelled.

Dustin tried a different approach. "I've got your X-Men 134!"

Our flashlights were hardly making a difference at this point. Dustin spoke up again. "Guys, I really think we should turn back."

"Seriously, Dustin?" Lucas exclaimed. "You wanna be a baby, then go home already!"

"I'm just being realistic Lucas!"

"No, you're just being a big sissy."

"Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we're going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?"

I start to slow down once I heard something in the bushes.

"Dustin, shut up." Mike spoke up.

'Okay, thankfully, Mike must have heard it too.'

"I'm just saying, does that seem smart to you?"

"Dustin!" I snap. "Zip it!"

Now the rustling was loud and clear.

"Did you guys hear that?" Mike asks.

I just shake my head, looking around for the source of the noise. The rustling is louder than ever and we all turn in the direction it came from. All our flashlights pointed in that direction. Then we heard it again. It was right behind us. We whipped around to find a girl, with a buzz cut, wearing nothing but 'Benny's Burgers' tee t-shirt. We all stood there, mouths agape at this girl, shivering and cowering in fear.

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[lochrannn]

Warnings: Sexual Content (M Rating)

Characters: Lila Pitts; Diego Hargreeves; Hargreeves Siblings (background)

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

Roommates AU; Fake Marriage; Slow Burn; Mutual Pining; Emotional H/C

Chapter 2/?

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Lila gets the damn plan B pill, reads through the package slip to check for side-effects, regrets doing that instantly, because she doesn’t actually have a choice and she already knows she’s going to get every goddamn one of them, and then sits down in a café close by the chemists, orders a coffee and a tall glass of water, and then ends up swallowing the pill dry because she just wants to get it over with.

She of course doesn’t get every single one of the side effects but she does feel quite nauseated by the evening and, yeah, she also gets the abdominal pains and the headache. So she takes herself to bed early with the lights turned off in her room and the curtains drawn, but of course she can’t sleep and instead her thoughts keep drifting back to Diego.

She hardly knows the guy and yet she apparently can’t keep her hands off him. Sure, he’s hot. Like… really hot… Tall, built, handsome, maybe a little dangerous with his scars.

Lila rolls onto her back to stop herself from rolling her eyes, because she knows that’s going to make the headache worse. She’s never been this cliché, falling for someone just because he’s a smoke show. And maybe a bit because he’s kind of cute and a bit too cocky at the same time, and yet he’s let her take the lead every step of the way.

Hold on, fallen for him? She hasn’t fallen for him, that would be preposterous, she hardly knows the guy!

Lila’s thoughts keep circling back and forth like that until she’s interrupted by the sound of Diego arriving into the flat and then she can see light filtering in through the crack underneath her door.

She listens for a while as he moves about the place. Then his footsteps approach her room and she sits up in her bed. Diego must be standing outside her door, she realises by the way he’s blocking the light, but he doesn’t knock or do anything else, and after a very long moment he moves away and Lila lets out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding and lies back down after the light outside her room is turned off.

-

It’s not until the next evening that they actually end up bumping into each other.

Lila didn’t manage to drag herself out of bed till long after Diego must have left for work so mercifully she had the place to herself for most of the day.

By late afternoon she’s mostly only dealing with an ongoing headache and a pretty bad loss of appetite.

So not having eaten anything all day, she’s just in the process of smashing some banana onto two plain slices of toast – both a real comfort food and also something that’s easy on her still slightly weak stomach – when she hears Diego’s keys rattle in the front door and Lila steels herself and decides she’s going to talk to him whether he’ll try to chicken out again or not.

It seems he won’t, because without any detour, Diego arrives at the kitchen door only a few seconds later, still wearing his boots, she notes, and Lila watches out of the corner of her eye without looking up from where she’s still crushing half a banana with her fork, as Diego stops without actually walking into the room, and then just stands there, staring at her, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

She’s not sure why, she doesn’t know him well enough for that, but the action immediately puts her on edge. She doesn’t know what she actually wants him to say or feel right now, but she’s certain she doesn’t want for him to feel ashamed or embarrassed about their night together.

Diego clears his throat and says, “Uh, hey…” but trails off then.

“Hi,” Lila says a bit tersely, the pain in her head already increasing with the anticipation of what is promising to be a stupid conversation. If this is how he’s starting, Lila knows exactly where this is going. How does she always end up with these people who, the minute she shows a bit of interest, cool off on her completely? It’s not like she’s been developing feelings, or some nonsense like that, but she’s annoyed that apparently she won’t get the chance to even explore the potential here. Or at the very least get laid like that a bit more.

“Can I… can I talk to you?” Diego asks uncertainly, clearly recognising the funk he’s found her in.

“You’re already talking to me.” Lila points out, knowing full well it’s a shitty way to respond, but if he’s here to tell her he’s not interested in her, she doesn’t see why she should be all polite about it.

Diego’s eyebrows draw together in irritation at that but he’s apparently trying to be civil because he relaxes his features with a sigh and says evenly, “About last night. It’s just, we shouldn’t– I shouldn’t have…” but Lila, half in annoyance and half because she almost feels a bit sorry for him and finds this waffling painful to listen to, interrupts Diego to say, “It’s fine. I took care of it. Took a pill and everything. You don’t have to worry that you knocked me up, or whatever.”

She punctuates that last statement by laying a second slice of toast on top of her half banana sandwich and squishes it down fiercely.

“Uhm… ok…” Diego says, his eyes going a bit wide, Lila notes as she looks back up at him and he’s giving off the very palpable impression that he’d rather be anywhere else right now.

“I… uh… I don’t really know how much that sort of thing costs, but I can give you money for it.” he adds clearly trying to sound helpful.

“Oh please,” Lila says and scoffs, “I can pay for my own bloody morning after pill!”

“That’s not what I…” Diego starts, irritation now clearly audible in his voice, but Lila waves a hand and says dismissively “Whatever. Was there anything else?”

He crosses his arms over his chest. It looks like he’s trying to reign in his increasing annoyance with her and his eyes dart around the kitchen for a bit before they land on her again.

“Yeah, uhm, I just wanted to make sure that you don’t think I have any kind of expectations.”

That throws Lila for a loop a bit, she’s not sure what he’s implying. Could he mean that he has no expectations but might not be disinclined to see about where they could take this after all?

“Expectations?” Lila asks, curiously, her tone a bit softer than before.

“I… uh… I don’t want you to think that… that… that us sleeping together is some kind of condition for you staying here.” Diego stammers his way through his explanation and Lila can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“What the fuck, Diego?!” she says loudly and in a high pitched voice, ”I sure fucking hope not, that’s why I pay you rent! Jesus! Oh how gracious of you,” she’s now breezing straight into angry sarcasm, “you don’t expect me to whore myself out to you for a roof over my head? What a gentleman you are!”

Lila gets up from the small kitchen table and heads towards the door. Diego is still filling the frame looking shocked, as if she slapped him. Good, she thinks. But when she approaches he rallies and says, also in a near shout, but still clearly trying to hold his frustration in, “What?! No! Lila, that’s not what I meant! I… I…” but he loses his thread, or has nothing more to say and visibly deflates.

Diego shifts in the entrance to the kitchen when Lila gives him an expectant look, eyebrow quirked, and she’s glad that at least he’s not going to trap her in this trainwreck of a conversation when he moves out of her way, but as she tries to maybe a little over-dramatically flounce past him, he grabs her arm. Not tightly, she could very easily pull away, but it stops her in her tracks nevertheless.

Lila looks up into his huge brown eyes staring back down at her, his jaw muscle twitching, as he is trying to work out what to say and for a bizarre moment, considering their argument, she thinks he might kiss her. Fuck, for a beat she thinks she might kiss him!

But then it passes and Diego drops his hand and Lila is too proud in that moment to admit that maybe she overreacted, that the combination of feeling like absolute shit and being completely uncertain about where they stood with each other had made her irritable and quick to blow up.

Well, she thinks darkly, as she storms to her room, at least with that outburst she’s created some certainty. She slams her door behind her and then does a bad job of trying not to start crying.

-

Diego is still rooted to the spot a good few moments after Lila’s door slams shut.

Then he knocks his forehead into the door frame in pure exasperation at himself.

How has he fucked this up so badly? He steeled himself for the prospect that Lila'd just been fooling around with him, that she’d had a bit of fun but wouldn’t be interested in pursuing this further. That he could live with. But the idea that he’s gone and insulted her, that he’s really upset her, makes his throat seize up for a second.

Unbidden, memories appear in his mind of Lila lying in his arms, warm and supple, pressing her lips to his own, his cheeks, his eyelids, making him feel all sorts of things, but most of all content in a way he hasn’t in a very long time, or maybe ever, he can’t quite remember.

She’d been so beautiful, so perfect, and instead of telling her that, he’s gone and told her he doesn’t expect her to pay him for her room with sex. What a colossal fucking idiot he truly is.

Diego lets out a shaky breath, walks properly into the kitchen and finds a plastic bowl, turns it upside down and puts it over Lila’s plate of… banana sandwiches? Despite everything that makes him smile.

Then he heads back to the front door, picking up his keys on the way. He thinks he’d best give Lila some space, it’s the very least he can do, so he heads out, certain there’s some case or another that he can work on and maybe just sleep in his office.

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[edgeofmyniall]

one: “break up with your girlfriend...i’m bored”

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“I know it ain't right, but I don't care. Break up with your girlfriend, yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored”

Los Angeles- the city of angels. Or the city that feels the need to fit in as Ginger sees. She loves the big crowds of people walking, skating down the sidewalk, or taking pictures at the touristy spots. She didn’t mind the bumper to bumper traffic she fights almost every single weekday morning and evening; she has seen and met some interesting people on the freeway. She loves watching the wildflowers bloom through the cracks of the cement in front of her house. She isn’t meant to fit in with the co-inhabitants of Los Angeles. And she’s okay with that.

Ginger sticks out like a sore thumb- red hair, pale skin, and freckles to boot. She never blends in with the sea of blonde and brunette faces. She’s also loud, cheerful, and talks to complete strangers. She loves to laugh and will tell you that her main hobby is to learn about dinosaurs. Her parents swore she would become a teacher or a librarian, but when she was accepted into the University of California, Los Angeles for their business program, both Jack and Pennie knew that she was right where she belonged.

And it was no surprise when Stella and Ginger moved in together. Cousins, Stella and Ginger grew up more like sisters. With Stella’s dad constantly traveling and her mother not in the picture, Stella lived with her father’s brother and his family. Stella and Ginger shared a bedroom at the top of the stairs in the small farmhouse. Ginger and Stella were not afraid of the farm life; growing up they helped feed the animal, and eventually, Jack and Pennie gave the girls two horses for their own.

Stella let her southern accent fade away over time at college because no PR rep should have an accent, but Ginger...she clung to the articulation of her speech as if it was the only thing she had left of home. And Ginger sometimes felt like she was the only one with the country accent in LA, and she is okay with that.

The city of constant sunshine has turned into a dreary grey thunderstorm. Ginger looks out her office window and watches the passers-by scramble to find anything to cover them from the unexpected downpour. She likes to watch the lightning strike the ocean, but she’s too far into the city to see the roar of waves. She watches the raindrops race down her window to the pane before she returns to her work. 

It is the sudden knock on her office door that pulls Ginger out of her trance of numbers and calculations. It’s one of her favorite co-workers- Sheila from downstairs. Gingers smile toothily as Sheila, the aging woman, slides a chocolate donut across Ginger’s desk. “Stole this before Rex got to ‘em. Figured you wanted one.” Sheila winks at her friend before biting into her glazed treat. 

“This...is why...you’re my favorite,” Ginger says in between bites. She covers her mouth, but the frosted glaze still sticks to her lips. Ginger and Sheila eat their afternoon snack in silence. This is a ritual for both of them. A break for the steady course of the day; a gasp of fresh air for both of them. Sheila doesn’t say much as she leans on the doorway, and Ginger is glad to be in a room with someone besides herself. 

Ginger is a people person; moreover, a people-pleaser. She likes to make people happy. She has a knack of knowing when someone needs her to talk with and when she needs to be there in silence. She radiates positivity to her family, friends, and co-workers. She needs to remain happy for the sake that if she gets too into her head, she retreats. She becomes quiet and loses herself in her head. She remembers her heartbreaking and everything she’s stuffed into a bottle comes blowing out.

“You ready for the meeting next week? I haven’t even thought of my idea.” Sheila breaks the silence as she wipes her hands on her napkin. She sits down in the chair in front of Ginger’s desk. It’s lined with framed pictures and Polaroids of those closest to her. “I mean, how can we improve clientele if all we do is come up with new ideas every day?” 

“If I knew that becoming a marketing manager meant I had to come up with not one, but two new grand ideas, I would have become a house sitter. Telecommunications, Inc.: Where two ideas are better than one,” Ginger forms an imaginary rainbow with her hands as she laughs sarcastically with her co-worker. 

“How’s that new Capital file coming, anyway? You were so excited to get the job, you about cried,” Sheila picks the lint off her pants. For her, small talk is heaven when it’s with Ginger because she’s the one who's doing most of the talking. And Sheila likes that about her friend. She lives through Ginger and her stories. But what she’s reminded of when she comes to Ginger’s office for their daily break is that her own children don’t talk to her as much as her co-worker does.

“Yeah, well that was before I knew how much they spent on stupid shit like a virtual reality system that they used for like, a day! For promo!” Ginger’s eyes grow as her voice begins to get louder. “I mean, I know Ariana is great and all, but they gotta stop spending their money on stuff that doesn’t matter. I’ve sent the CEO an email-”

“Not the CEO,” Sheila gasps theatrically, biting into Ginger’s storytelling. It makes the middle-aged woman feel young again when she talks to Ginger- the only person who doesn’t fake their perkiness.

“Yes, the CEO. And he has me running numbers for a new promotional scheme. Hopefully, he likes it,” Ginger thumbs through the papers she’s organized and pulls out a spreadsheet to show to Sheila. “A couple thousand dollars on billboards is good, ya know, people driving will see it, but no one listens to the radio anymore. It’s all on their phones.” 

“You’d be surprised. Tell your cousin I said hi,” Sheila winks before getting up and leaving Ginger’s office. It’s finally quiet and Ginger shuffles her papers back in order. The phone rings and Ginger’s eyes go wide as she reads the caller ID: her boss. Their break is over. 

~~~~~

“Stella? You home?” Ginger lays her keys onto the kitchen counter as she calls out to her cousin. She shares a house with her best friend and Cousin, Stella. Ginger hears the music blaring from Stella’s room upstairs. Stella has either had a bad day or her and her boyfriend were having sex. Ginger knows best to let her be alone for a while so she decides to start their dinner for the night and call up her mother. 

“Yes, mom. Stella’s fine. Yes, they’re still together. No, I haven’t. The guys out here,” Ginger waves in the air with her free hand, “they’re terrible. I mean just horrible. Self-absorbed. Yeah well, Stella got lucky. It’s not every day you meet a celeb AND they actually like you.” The music stops and a door opens upstairs. Ginger smiles as she hears her cousin’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. “Oh by the way,” Ginger pauses dramatically as she plans for the big reveal. “I got promoted.” Screams of joy come from both her phone and from behind her. Stella stands in the kitchen with her hair in a messy bun and only a t-shirt and shorts as she squeals. “Holy shit! You did it! Oh sorry, Aunt Pen.” Stella wraps her arms around her cousin. While Ginger and Stella share a lot of similarities, their physiques are not what they share. Stella is small: short, tiny waist, and her voice on a normal day is barely above the pitch of a small cat. The only way Stella got the job as a public relations person, Ginger once came to the conclusion of, was her bigger-than-life personality. The brown mop of a bun waves at Ginger as she lets go of her hug. Stella grins ear to ear as she giddily jumps. “That’s so great! You deserve it, doesn’t she, Aunt Pen?” Stella calls out to her aunt over the speakerphone. 

“Yes, yes, yes she does,” Pennie’s tears cannot be seen, but they are heard. “Oh Stella, dear, your father keeps calling us to see if we’ve heard from you. I’m to give you the message to call him ASAP.” Pennie quickly relays the message before Stella rolls her eyes and promises to call her uncle’s brother. “We’re going out for drinks tonight! To celebrate the joyness of life!” Stella points to the ceiling before taking off upstairs. 

“Guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. Love you, Mom. Give Daddy my love.” Ginger tells her mother goodbye before finishing up the dinner she had previously started. She guesses she’ll be eating this for lunch. 

~~~

Within the hour and a half that it took to get both Stella and Ginger ready, Stella already began to compose a plan to include their friends in the celebration. They had planned to meet at their usual place before heading out to the bars: Preux and Proper. The restaurant itself was a gimmick of New Orleans where Ginger had visited once when she was on spring break in college.

By the time the girls arrived, everyone was there. A long table had been prepared for the twenty or so people at the table. All of them were familiar to Ginger and Stella, but only one who stood up to greet them as they walked to the table: Stella’s boyfriend.

“There are me two girls! Was just talkin’ about ya,'' Niall wrapped his arms around Stella’s hourglass waist and pulled her in for a small but deep kiss. “Missed you today.” Stella looked up to Niall and let out a small giggle before going around the table to give her usual hugs.

“And you! Gin, congrats,” Niall pulled Ginger in for a massive bear hug. Her throat was closing up and a knot in her stomach began to bounce around. As she enveloped her arms around Niall’s back, she breathed in his scent: spearmint soap with a little musk hinting about. She sees Niall as an older brother more than her cousin’s boyfriend, but she doesn’t deny the fact that he’s handsome and some nights she dreams about him.

“Thank you, Nialler.” Ginger lets go of her embrace, but for a moment, she thinks he’s holding on a little too long for this to appropriate. “You look spiffy.” 

Niall, in his floral white shirt and navy blue dress pants, stands with his arms on his hips and poses. “It isn’t every day you get promoted, Gin. You look...nice.” Niall’s pause caught Ginger off guard. It was like he tried to choose his words, but it still came out all wrong. She looks down at her leopard shirt, ripped jeans, and black heels as if she forgot what she was wearing. 

“Oh, thanks.” She smiled awkwardly. It’s around Niall that she doesn’t know what to do or say. 

“Here come sit by me,” Niall holds his hand out above the empty chair next to him. 

“Wouldn’t you want Stella to…” Before Ginger could finish her question, her cousin had sat down next to her best friend, Emma, which was still straight across from Niall. Ginger takes her seat and begins to look at the menu, trying to avoid any more interaction from Niall. 

“Whadya gettin’? The usual?” Niall chuckles at his teasing, only making Ginger pull the menu closer to her face to hide her smile.

She had failed.

~~~~

“Gin? You alright?” the whisper of Niall pulls Ginger out of her trance- empty thoughts and dissociation from the group. She feels swallowed whole at the moment. She’s usually fully involved in the conversation, practically taking over it, but tonight, she’s alone- an outcast in the world inside her head despite the celebration of her accomplishment. She faces Niall and smiles gently. Her heart is in her throat when she comes to the realization that his thumb is on her bare kneecap and she can feel the summer heat of his palm through her ripped jeans. 

“Yeah. Sometimes I live in my head. I’m okay. Where were we?” Ginger looks down at her half-eaten plate- bacon cheeseburger and onion rings. The staple meal of Ginger.

“Let’s start with dinner, yeah?” The Irish accent has grown thicker under the influence of Guinness. Ginger looks back at Niall and she feels slightly uncomfortable at how close Niall’s face was to hers. “Stella is tellin’ us about you two got banned from the rec field for life.” He smiled eagerly; his eyes crinkle and the last rays of the setting sunshine in his blue eyes. Ginger looks at her cousin and realizes that Stella could care less how close both her cousin and boyfriend are. 

“But I do need to talk to ya when you get a chance.” Niall locks eyes with Ginger. Eyes dilated, he looks drunker than he really is. His words slur slightly, but he’s more buzzed than anything. Could it be from their simple embrace? It couldn’t be. “It’s about Stel.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Ginger’s voice cuts through the tension between the two of them. May it be the tequila or the forbidden wanting, Ginger blushes after Niall winks at her. He ruffles Ginger’s red curly locks before laughing at the punchline of Stella’s joke, going back to his place at the table. Ginger was the punchline of her cousin’s jokes- she always was.

~~~

By the time the checks come around, Ginger is feeling heavy. She can barely keep her head up and her arm is feeling like lead. Voices dance around her as she shuts her eyes tight trying to make the outside upper terrace stop spinning. Maybe it’s from the many times that Niall’s hand faintly touched her skin or the fact that she had a few margaritas in her system- the one thing Ginger wanted to do was go home and sleep. 

“Yeah, as I was sayin’, Stel babe, I’m buying Ginger’s dinner, and yours.” Niall’s voice echoes through Ginger’s skull, pounding her brain. She can’t seem to open her mouth to argue that she was perfectly fine with paying her own bill.

“It was my idea; I’m paying,” Stella says defensively. “She’s my cousin.” Stella squints her eyes despite the night has rolled in.

“And she’s me friend,” Niall’s thick accent rolls off his tongue like a sinner confessing. When the waiter comes back with cards and receipts, Niall smiles deviously. “Don’t know why you’re arguing with me anyways, it’s already done.” Niall signs the paper and stands. “Where to next?” 

“40Love?” Mully asks. “I know the owner.” A loud boom of laughter overtakes the terrace, and Ginger finally feels the after-effects of the day beginning to wear on her. 

“I’m going home because unlike you all I have a real job” The group laughs at Ginger’s joke before she stands and sways. The floor is spinning underneath her and she has an overwhelming sensation to giggle. Stella stands and hands Ginger her water, but Niall steadies his friend. “I have to… I have to…” Ginger can’t form the words, but she can picture what she wants to do in her mind: get under her sheets and bring out her vibrating friend while she thinks of the Irish devil that has his hands on her.

“How many drinks did she have?” Emma asks; her face scrunches at the sight of Ginger trying to catch herself. Ginger takes mental note to flick off Emma, but she can’t decide which one to do so.

“Three? I think?” Someone else answering Emma’s question. “You know she can’t hold her ‘hol.” The uncalled-for comment pairing with a thicker accent could only mean one thing: snot-nosed Deo. 

“She can’t walk by herself,” Stella says when she finally reaches her cousin. “And I need to go with Sean. There’s a client…and-” 

“Go,” Niall cuts off his girlfriend. He shifts Ginger’s arm around the nape of his neck and pushes the wild red curly hair out of her face. Ginger inhales the masculine scent of deodorant. “I’ll take her home. Meet you there?” Niall’s voice seems a little aggravated, Ginger thinks. She’s probably ruining his plans. Good, he’s ruined her life with his stupid niceness and his stupid handsomeness and his stupid laughter.

Niall starts to turn away to make his way down the stairs before Stella calls out to him.

“Be careful. See ya in a bit.” Stella leans up to kiss Niall, and now that she’s in close proximity of the two, she notices Niall doesn’t pucker his lips out all of the sudden but does so after a moment of hesitation. “Love you.”

It was when they were descending down the stairs inside the restaurant that Ginger begins to laugh at herself before making the comment: “You didn’t say it back, asshole.”

~~~~

It seems like forever to get back to the house, but Ginger is glad to see her small yellow home at last. She likes that color: it reminds her of sunshine and happiness. Ginger makes a note to pull the weeds out from her small flower garden, but it’s highly unlikely she’ll remember in the morning. Niall helps her out of his car and walks her up to the front door. “Why didn’t you kiss her?” Ginger asks as she stands against the white post of the small front porch. Niall’s eyes go wide as he fumbles the car keys in his calloused hands.

“What?”

“Why...didn’t...you...kiss...Stella?” Ginger slows down her words as she rolls her eyes. Oh, God, that makes the queasiness worse.

“I did?” Niall’s brow quirks and he doesn’t understand Ginger’s question. “You saw it.”

“No...you hesitated. You waited. You didn’t kiss her.” The lump in Ginger’s throat is back and it’s sobering up the loose thoughts of the alcohol. “Why?” Niall swallows hard before unlocking the white door, pushing it open. He looks at Ginger with a lost stare and his lips form a thin line. She notices his chest fall quickly before his nervous habit of picking his nails begins. Despite Niall dating her cousin, Ginger is fairly close to him. They get along well, and she’s the reason Stella and Niall met. Niall considers Ginger to be one of his best mates. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I was...um,” he clears his throat, and the longer he avoids the question, the quicker Ginger sobers up. “I was thinking about kissing someone else.” 

“Who?” Ginger squints hard to keep Niall in one place that her eyes nearly close. Her heart is in her mouth and she’s afraid of his answer. “Is that why you wanted to talk to me about Stella?” Niall nods before shuffling his feet. In a moment of vulnerability, Niall's confidence quakes. 

“I don’t feel like being with her anymore. I’m just some status and good sex to her. There’s no emotional connection for me anymore.” Niall’s words hit Ginger like an aftershock. Her heart is knocking against its cavity. “I wanna be with someone else.”

“Have you thought about talking to her?” Ginger looks at Niall’s hair, avoiding his eyes. It’s now, more than ever, that she wants to run her hands through his soft brown tendrils.

Niall holds back a laugh, “Yeah good one. That’ll go nowhere. It’s either we argue or we fuck. Absolutely no substance to our relationship” He holds up his hands and air quotes the final word.

“Then break up with her. If you’re not happy, go be happy with someone else.” Ginger’s words are sincere and soothe Niall, but there’s a hint of anger in them. Ginger doesn’t want to be a part of this. She wants to be left out. She doesn’t want to ruin her cousin’s happiness...or Niall’s.

“Then I wouldn’t see you.”

“Yes, you will.” But those words that were spilled out hit the floor and bounced right into Ginger’s stomach. They hovered over her making her feel heavier than before. She felt her mouth become dry and her mind started to race. She couldn’t do this. Not with Niall. Not with anyone. Ginger shook herself out of her mind and realized Niall, watching her, is waiting for an answer. She swallowed and walked past Niall, closing the door in his face. 

There was his answer.

~~~~

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[riseofarmy]

04 | STOP WITH THE FINGER CLICKING PLEASE

i can do this all day 04 | stop with the finger clicking please

author : @riseofarmy

pairing : kim seokjin x original character

words : 2995

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previous chapter

DARLING

"You need me to what?" The genie's irritatingly perfect eyebrows fly up, and it takes all of my willpower to not smack Seokjin in the face.

I nearly started crying this morning when I woke up to find him floating over my bed and playing with something - I had convinced myself that perhaps he was something I imagined, but seeing him right there making random noises while he concentrated on whatever he was doing... it reminded me that the plan I had been working on for more than seven years totally won't work!

He was alright yesterday, bearable at the very least, minus the whole showing-up-outta-nowhere and messing up my plan. Today, though, he's really getting on my nerves - I thought he was supposed to grant wishes, but all he seems to do is ask questions incessantly.

"I'll say this one last time. I need you to make the prince fall in love with me, stat. I am a woman on a mission and the longer you make me wait, the more grouchy I'm gonna get, 'kay?" When the genie does nothing but blink at me, I roll my eyes and rub a hand over my head with a sigh. "I said, okay?"

Seokjin stares me down for a second more. "I can't actually make anyone fall in love with anyone."

"You. What." That can't be right. This isn't how it was supposed to go. If I only have four wishes and can't even make the prince fall in love with me, then... "Then what the hell can you do?" My voice comes out sharper than intended, but I don't bother apologizing to the purple-haired genie.

I think he flinches, but he smoothes his expression so fast I'm not sure. "What can I do? I can make you rich beyond measure, the most powerful creature on Earth, get rid of all your enemies with a click of my fingers, the list is almost endless. Anything but more wishes, bringing someone back from the dead or messing with love, I can do it all."

I can't hide the bitter disappointment that puts a tremble in my voice. "That's not what I need though..."

"What?"

"Huh? Ah, nothing, just... Sorry for snapping at you." I take a peek at him out of the side of my eye to find him squinting at me. There's a furrow between his eyebrows, which he wills away when he notices me looking at him.

"It's alright, I'm used to it." Maybe that was supposed to make me feel better, but instead, I feel like the biggest piece of shit.

"That's even worse, Seokjin. You're just trying to help, it's not fair for me to be so rude. Seriously, I'm sorry for snapping at you."

Seokjin scratches his neck, looking at the ground. "Oh. Uh. Apology accepted. But... what now?"

What now indeed?

The crowd had thickened around us as we got closer to Mansae, but all of a sudden, I couldn't figure why I was still going. I thought I had everything figured out, that I had a way to make my plan work, but instead, I get another blow to deal with.

I don't even know what I'm supposed to do now.

"Okay, you know what? It is waayyy too crowded and smelly in here for me to concentrate, lemme just—" Seokjin grabs my hand and clicks his fingers, and suddenly we're—

"Seokjin what the goddamn hell is wrong with you?! Where are we?" I bombard him with questions and Yoongi matches my confusion by yowling at Seokjin from his place on my shoulders. Even as I ask, though, a part of my brain recognises the trees we trekked through just an hour ago. "Why are we here again?"

Seokjin stares at me blankly without blinking. It's a little creepy.

"Hmmm, I wonder why. Oh, that's right, it might be because you want to marry the fucking prince? Did you not just spend the last four hours complaining to me about him and his dumb dad? So why? The hell? Do you want to marry him?"

"Uh. It's complicated."

"Uh, it's complicated," Seokjin repeats in a high-pitched voice that I think was supposed to mock me. "I have time."

"Oh. Right. Well." He looks unimpressed, rolling his eyes so hard I thought they would disappear into his head.

"Couch session part two, I guess." He clicks his fingers and the same seats from our first meeting show up, one of which he pushes me onto. He clicks again, and a strange-looking cup appears in his hand, clear with a shockingly bright pink drink sloshing around inside. "Start talking, Darling. Why do you want to marry the Asshole Prince?"

"I..." Judging by his face, there's no way he'll let me get away with not telling him.

"Alright, I need Jungkook to choose to marry me so I can get close to him and the king. The prince and the king hurt... someone I care about, and used his position to silence everyone who knew about it. And it's not just that, there have been so many other people who tried to stand up for themselves, but he can get away with whatever he wants because he's the king.

"The only thing keeping him where he is and giving him his power is his crown and... I want to take that away from him. I have to show him how the rest of the world has to suffer when we don't have the money or title to ignore the consequences of our actions."

I know the way I talk about the king is treasonous, that this whole plan could end with my body spiked on the palace walls. I know that no one else will be able to have my back since everyone would be trying to self-preserve, but still. I have to try and do something, or spend the rest of my life wishing I had stood up for everyone who was hurt by someone who thought he was above basic human decency.

Seokjin's mouth had dropped open little by little as I spoke, and he stares at me now with his bright pink drink paused in front of his lips.

"Darling. Lemme get this straight. You want to take down the king because he's a tyrannous autocrat who doesn't value the rights of his subjects? That's... kinda hot of you."

I splutter loudly and I can feel my face heat up as I look anywhere but at him. Does he ever think before he speaks? "It's not hot, it's just what I think. But I don't even know how I'm going to do it now."

"What do you mean?" Seokjin tilts his head to one side.

"My dad's the one who told me about the lamp, but I don't think he knew there was a djinn inside, or that you can only have four wishes." I finger the purple gem at my throat as the agitation I had been pushing down all this time starts to bubble up again. "I had planned to just make whatever wishes I needed for Jungkook to choose me, but if I only have four, then I have to do it right."

Seokjin's tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek as his furrowed gaze drifts above my head. I can almost feel his thoughts turning in his head. "Hmm. And since you only have four, your first wish shouldn't be that Jungkook chooses you."

"What? But-"

"Hear me out, Darling. Jungkook being a prince and choosing you won't mean shit if you aren't royalty, the king'll just Megan Markle your ass and this whole thing would be a waste of your time." He looks at me pointedly, but I just stare at him for a second, gobsmacked.

"What does that even mean?" I don't think he even realises that all I heard was a stream of made-up words.

"Oh damn, this ain't 2021. I mean, even if Jungkook chooses you, the king can refuse you because you aren't nobility, and wishing you were royalty after the king refuses you won't help you. On the other hand, if you were a princess, then there's a chance Jungkook could choose you even without you wishing for it. You're gonna have to be royalty to make this work anyway, but if you do it in the right order and manage to seduce Jungkook, you can save a wish."

It takes me a second to understand what he's saying, but when I do — "Oh. Oh." — I can basically feel a weight being lifted off my shoulders. For the last day, I'd been trying to put together a plan but kept running into walls.

If I hadn't talked to Seokjin about what I wanted to do, I would still be bumbling around and trying to figure it out, but now thanks to him, I finally have a plan. To think I had been refusing his help all this time...

"What do you think?" He's focussed on my face, lips pursed just the tiniest bit in anticipation.

I grin stupidly at him in response, and he almost melts as the tension eases away from him, shoulders flopping back into his seat. "I think... I think we can do this, Seokjin."

"Okay. Okay! Well, now that I understand what you're trying to do, just say you wish you were a princess and I'll take care of everything else."

"Really? Just like that?"

"Just like that, Darling."

"Uh. Okay. I wish I was a princess."

Seokjin smirks slyly and clicks his fingers. For a dizzying moment, the world is awash in every shade of purple that could ever exist - violets and lavenders and the-children-of-wine-and-periwinkle press against my vision, hard and soft - and then everything returns to the way it was.

Just like that.

Except not really, because I was currently in... Well, this time I actually don't know where. It takes a second to get myself breathing again, shocked yet again by all of the materialising and vanishing that happens around Seokjin, but when I do, I look around.

We're in a tiny room, I think. The ceiling is held up by wooden posts, but the 'walls' are made of gauzy curtains that flutter gently. There is only one plush seat and a bit of legroom in front of us, so Seokjin lounges beside me.

Yoongi yowls at Seokjin while batting at his shin, and Seokjin returns the sentiment by hissing at my cat.

Ha. He thinks he can get away with threatening Yoon like that?

I turn to hit Seokjin's shoulder, but I hadn't realised that the room was moving. Losing my balance, I throw down my hands, but the only place from them to land are his thighs. Did I ever mention that he 'covers' his chest with an open vest? Because I was currently face-to-face with that chest.

I whip my hands off him, face burning as he laughs and steadies me with an annoyingly smug smile on his face.

"Careful, Darling, we're in a palanquin. You think I would let my princess walk?"

"I am not your princess!" I raise my eyebrows at him, daring him to say the retort I just know is on the tip of his tongue, but instead, he just grins wider.

"That's where you're wrong, because you literally are a princess now. Take a look outside." He nudges the curtains on one side apart, flooding the already bright room with noon sunlight that takes a second for my eyes to adjust to.

Outside, the palace which we had only seen from the edge of the city is suddenly looming in front of us. Dark red and blue banners waving from tower tops crowned the carved white marble walls of the palace, which was surrounded by gardened courtyards and penned in by sentried, iron-wrought gates.

Although we were in the thick of the press of people, there was room left around our palanquin. It takes me a moment to realise why, but I understand when I see the awed faces of those closest to the palanquin - they think there is royalty inside, and of course they do.

It's what I wished for, isn't it?

I stick my head out a little further to find that our palanquin is being held and moved by people, rods from the palanquin hooked onto their shoulders, as well as two gold carriages in front of us and two behind. The ones directly in front and behind seemed to hold people as well, but the other two looked like they held other things.

You are absolutely right, Darling, Seokjin said. Except his voice sounded strange. Ah, that would be because I'm talking in your head.

I snap around to find Seokjin smirking. "You can read my thoughts now? Is this a new development because of the wish or having you been invading my thoughts this whole time?"

Immediately the smirk falls, worry creeping into his eyes. "It's a new thing, and even if it wasn't I would never do it without your permission. I just wanted to let you know now so you didn't get surprised by it later. You can talk to me through your thoughts too, if you need to. Is that... okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. Just don't go around digging in my head without me knowing." I nudge his knee lightly to let him know we're good, and he returns it with a grin on his face again.

"Sure thing, Darling. Oh, and those carriages. The one in front and behind hold your maids and guards, and the other two have presents for the kings. You can't come empty-handed, of course."

"Right. But uh... what about the people holding the palanquin. Does it hurt them?"

For some reason, his eyes soften at my question. "No, don't you worry about that. I've made sure they're fine."

"Okay. Thank you."

We sit in silence for a while, and I only notice my clothes then.

I am no longer in my dirty jacket and boots, but instead, a deep blue lehenga embroidered with a lotus pattern. I'm basically dripping in gold, heavy necklaces next to the lamp, bangles all up my arm, a stud in my nose and a piece laying through my hair part and against my forehead.

My hair part! I reach behind my head to find not my shorn head, but waves and waves of thick black hair. I had almost forgotten what it was like - shiny and heavy, slinking through my fingers.

I looked like an extravagant version of what I would see worn by the richer women in Paratham. My mother only had one outfit this lovely, and that was for her wedding; my dad had chosen to wear Daehan-Minguk's wedding hanbok.

Not particularly feeling like crying right now, I stick my head out between the curtains again, showing Yoongi the view too. I give up when he starts hissing at everyone, letting him play with the toy mouse Seokjin magics up.

We're in there for an hour, but eventually the palanquin sways to a stop and is set down. A voice calls from outside, but Seokjin shakes his head at me when I try to find out what's happening.

"I think you're going to have to get used to having other people do everything for you now that you're a princess. I'll take care of it, as your advisor and guard. And part-timer translater. And food-taster. And—"

"Alright, alright, I get it. Just go."

Seokjin does exactly that, and Yoongi follows with his tail in the air. Traitor.

It's frustrating to not know what is going on - I can make out Seokjin's low voice talking with a guard, but I can't hear what they're saying. There's a lull in their conversation before it picks up again.

A few minutes later, Seokjin sticks his head in and starts talking, words spilling so fast I can barely understand him.

"We're going to meet the king very soon. I'm gonna start my first task as your advisor: presenting the gifts we brought, then you, blah blah blah. Talk you up as the best person for Jungkook to marry, all that jazz."

I fiddle with the embroidered edge of my lehenga. "It feels like I'm being sold."

"As much as I hate to say it, Darling, the king is going to want the marriage that best benefits him. That's why everyone's bringing presents: to say 'Hey! Look at all these riches we have! You could have these too!'. The king will probably push Jungkook to choose the princess of the richest country."

He says it flippantly, but there's a tightness in his jaw that tells me he doesn't approve of this. It makes me feel like he's part of the plan because he wants to be, not just because he's my djinn.

"Oh."

I can feel Seokjin's gaze on the side of my face, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, he half steps through the curtain so he can reach to adjust my necklace, then behind my neck to pull the lehenga's blue veil over my head. His hand lingers at my shoulder for a moment before he pulls away.

"I'll let you know when to come out and what to do, okay?"

"Okay."

And with my confirmation, he leaves again.

Just like that.

Yoongi stays with me this time, sensing my nervousness - the fury seething under my skin which he calms by curling on my lap with a soft purr. For just that tiny stretch of time, peace falls over me. Yoongi warm and heavy on my lap, sunlight seeping through the gauzy curtains, and the gentle sway of the palanquin begin picked up again...

So much is going on, but right now feels like it'll be the last piece of serenity I'll have for a while, so I savour it.

I can only hope that this all works out.

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[angelwars11]

PART 1

*finally gets my siblings up and we all sit down on the bed* Alright y'all, time to watch this shit. Let's get itttt!!

*new ominous pre-intro comes in* "A LUCASFILM LIMITED production. "

Me: Oh, we starting like this. Wtf!! Okay, dude, I have goosebumps. Holy shit. *Calming facade is down. Is totally unaware and unprepared for what's coming*

*fanfare jumpscare*

Me: *startles* *grabs my heart*

Heart monitor: *beep beep beep, beeeeeeeeeeep~*

Me: OH MY GOD!!! *cough violently like Grevious* Holy shit. The fanfare, holy shit. I'mma—*notices red logo* *starts to hyperventilate*

*Another very different and new red title* "Part 1. Olds Friends Not Forgotten. "

Me: *gasps sharply* THAT IS SO COOL!!! I'mma cryyy *sniffles*

Yularen: *comes in clutch with the narrator recap*

Me: Yoooo!! What's up my dude?!

*see Grevious* Damn, I mean, General Grevious lookin good though. You see that animation! DAMN! Best design ever!

Yularen: "Republic forces are pushed to the brink. In response to this overwhelming attack. The Jedi Council had dispatched it's Generals far from the Core Worlds. "

CALEB DUME aka. KANAN JARRUS!! Ahhh!! Look at my son!

*sees Plo Koon in his Delta 7 inteceptor* "Ummm, no, stop it. Stop. That looks familiar. *shakes head violently* No. Be quiet.

*sees Aayla and Bly* *inhales sharply* *chokes on saliva* "Aayla Secura is where? OH SHIT. Is that Felucia?! NO, FUCK. "

(The clone troopers look so fucking amazing. Their armor is heavily detailed with the amount of scratches and dents covering them. It makes their armor look rough. OMG! This is literally 'nose bleed heaven' I am in right now!!)

Me: *dances* They onn a bridgeee, they on a—HOLY SHIT!! That's a big ass cannon," *watches the cannon blast fire upwards* Ohhhhh~ That's, uh, not good! Oh shit!! AH! Cody DODGE NOW!!!

*stares at the tv* Holy. Sh—

*light saber unleashed*

Me: OOhhh!! Who the fu—ACK! Obi-Wan coming out of the CUT alllll BEAUTIFUL!!!

LOOK at the lightsaber light pouring through the dust cloud surrounding him🤩 *blood pours out of my nose* His magnificent graying beard, so beautiful. I LOVE how there's a limp piece of hair bouncing on the side of his head, it's so satisfying. And the way he slowly looks over his shoulder at Cody like: "Must protect my husband!" OMG, I love them so much, CodyWan forever!!! Bless Dave Filoni for giving us that scene because, it was beautiful😍 God, the animation. 😍I'mma—😵😳

Cody: "General?!"

Me: MmmmmHmmmm. *wiggles eyebrows*

Obi-Wan: "Cody, get down!"

Me: Protect Cody!! Holy fu—Cody, stop staring at Obi-Wan and take cover, yes I know he's hot as fuck, my sister thinks so too, so do I—That's NOT the point. Just GET your ASS DOWN!! You can stare at him all you want later.

Obi-Wan: "Anakin, where are you?"

Anakin: *jump scares* "I'm right here. "

Me: ⬇⬇

Me: I SWEARRRR. You are so lucky I don't have a gun because I would've BLASTED you to the other side of this GODDAMN BRIDGE. The fuck is wrong with you, you lucky mother fucker.

Anakin: "What are you doing down there. "

Me: 🤣🤡 Shut the fuck up!

Anakin: *dodges a fucking blaster beam* I'm dea—🤣 ANAKIN. You cray cray!

*all shots miss Anakin while he stands right there in plain sight on top of MOTHER FUCKING debris*

Me: Hehhehehheeee—OH my GoD!! Anakin!! Get DOWN FROM THEREeEe. They gonna shoot you, bro!

Obi-Wan: "What are you up to? Where is Captain Rex?"

Me: Yeah, what are you up to? *suspicious*

*Nobody stays seated while Anakin walks straight at the enemy. Managing not to get fucking smacked*

Me: "Y'all DUMB ASS droids can't SHOOT!! Ohhhhhh myyyy goddddd!!" 🤣🤣

Anakin: "I have come to surrender. Your forces fought valiantly. I must admit we are overmatched by your superior fire power. " Me: "Tell me y'all ain't gonna fall for this. If you beli—"

Me: *inhales sharply*

Dumb and Dumber: "Surrender. That's a relief. Notify the tactical droid. "

Me: ⬇⬇

*sighs heavily* They believed him. 💀

*scope shows up* The fuck?! Oh, is that Rexy Boi™ *gasps* R2!!!

Rex telling his squad they have to wait a little longer to hang upside down on the bridge. They all *groan* "Sir, yes, sir. "

ME: 😆 They want to fly so fucking badly!!

OoooWe!! They've got JET PACKS!!! Oooo, we bougie MOTHER FUCKAASSSSS!!! *dances to the epic music*

*nobody stays seated while the Clone Troopers kick ass*

Obi-Wan: "Bravo Anakin, you've done it again. "

Me: 🥺🥺

Anakin: "Oh, I can't take all the credit. You staying back really sold my surrender talk. " *Obi-Wan smiles*

Obi-Wan: "Always glad to help my friend. " *they smile at each other*

Also me: *cries internally* 😭😍

Anakin: "Skywalker here, what is it Admiral?" Me: *gasps* Admiral: "Sir. We received a transmission from someone using a subspace frequency. Fulcrum. "

Me: *stops breathing* FULCRUM. 💀 Ah—Ah—AhCHOO! *wheezes* Oooh, bless me.

*the transmitter room scene from the trailer* Me: *screeches* Anakin: "Alright, Admiral. What's so important you brought us all the... Way... Back...here." *sees Ahsoka*

(*PAUSE* I noticed that Rex is not here in this SCENE!! Woahhh~ Just wanted to point that out! Okay, sorry, *unpause*)

Ahsoka: *turns around* "Hello Master. It's been a while. " Me: 😍😍😍😍😍

Anakin: "Ah—Ahsoka. Wha— *scoffs*I don't believe it, " *voice goes two octaves higher* "How are you? Where are you?" *voice softens to be protective* "Are you okay?"

My heart: ⬇⬇

(SKIP)

*Mandalorian ship comes in* Me: *tears coming down my face*

Aaaahhhh!!! R2 D2 rolled up to Ahsoka to say hi!! OMG, cutie pie!!😍🥺 My heartttttt😭

Anakin tries to say Hi to Ahsoka but she's just like, "Can't do that right now. " Me: *snaps my own neck* Damn. Heyo!! He's literally hanging by a THREAD, a measly THREAD over the fucking pool called the DARK SIDE. And you treating him like that, focusing on the war and not a hug, mannn, Anakin is about to take a 'dippity dip' in this goddamn pool. Smh.

Bo-Katan: "He murdered their ruler. My sister. I thought she meant something to you. "

Me: *visibly sees Obi-Wan look sad* Satineeeee😭😭😭 No, Obi-Wan, it's okay!!

(SKIP)

*when the troopers pass by and salute to Ahsoka* Me: UwU

REX'S SMILE 👑 when she walks in😍 "Glad to have you back, Commander. " *smiles again* 👑 "Rex. Thank you. But you don't have to call me Commander anymore. " "Sure thing, Commander." *smiles AGAIN* 👑

Me: 😭😭 Rex, I SWEAR TO GOD, if you don't stop SMITING me with those SMILES BRO. Just chill. Please. Do it again and I'—

*alarm goes off* God fucking dammit. *sees the troopers scrambling in the background* HAHAHHAHHA😆😆🤣

*stops laughing* Who's in trouble? The Chancellor. Hahahaha, who's that? Ohhh, you mean Buttcheeksakin. Yeahhh~🤣 Nobody cares!!

Ahsoka: "I understand, that it's your usual playing politics. This is why the people have lost faith in the Jedi. I had too. Until I was reminded of what the order means to people who truly need us. "

Obi-Wan: "Right now people on Coruscant need us. "

Ahsoka: "No, the Chancellor needs you. "

Me: *nose bleed* "Damnnnn, say it again for the people in the back!!! Ughh, feisty Ahsoka is sexy. " 😍

REX GETTING WHAAA, PROMOTED?! I knew this day was coming for sooo long *sniffles* I'm so proud.

*music heightens it's pitch* HER LIGHTSABERS😭😭😭

Ahsokaaaa got her lightsabers BACK!! Looking snazzyyyy, looking beautiful, you look hot honey! And a BONUS, they are BLUE!! Hot DAMN!! 💙💙

Ahsoka: "Anakin... " *Anakin turns around* "Good luck. " *Anakin smiles with pride*

Me: *ugly sobs*

*Nobody stays seated while, 'Love pledge' plays in the background*

Me: *cries harder* WHYYYY😭😭😭

'Commander' REX. Whereeee areee youuu?! Ah, there you darling. Beautiful bby boyyyy, you deserve it!!! 😍😍😍

*spots someone behind Rex* Who Issss...?? Oh, JESSE!! Heyyy~ *waves* ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡ )

Rex: "Sorry, I didn't think to bring you a jetpack?" Ahsoka: "Don't need one. " *Nobody will ever fucking stay seated while Rex gives the mother of all amused smirks* 👑

(THIS beautiful smirk⬆ I know I WILL be watching 60 more times after I finish this goddamn episode 🥵)

PART 2 of my reaction coming soon!! (Nah, I'm serious, it'll be here. Just hold your horses!)

Link to part 2!! ⬇

#tcw spoilers #clone wars #captain rex #star wars anakin #star wars ahsoka #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #clone troopers #clone trooper jesse #bo katan kryze #seige of mandalore #new episode #Fridaysss!! #reaction #Mandalorians #this episode was amazing!! #star wars the clone wars #season 7 episode 8 #i ship codywan #protective obi-Wan #bad ass animation!! #crying #REX'S LAUGH!!!😍 #REX'S SMILE IS EVERYTHING!!

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Lessons // Levi x Reader

Warning! :

This may include rape, if you are uncomfortable to read do not go further.

This also includes a few spoilers for those who hasn't seen season 3.

Squad Levi had only one goal— retrieve Eren and Historia back from the military police, held by the infamous, Kenny Ackerman. A blood related family of Levi. However, it wasn't just the two people that were captured. No one was aware that you as well have been abducted by one of Kenny's scouts. Except Levi. Who was furious when he saw no sign of you anywhere once his squad had been regrouped.

Fortunately Sasha was able to track down your scent from an abandoned cabin in the woods where they were previously camping. Like a former scout, Mike Zacharias, she was handy in situations like this.

"She's in there." Sasha sniffed, head peaking slightly from the bush she and the others were hiding. "Do you think Eren and Historia are there as well?" Mikasa whispered, keeping an eye on the amount of scouts that were guarding the cabin.

"No." Armin answered with his shoulders tensed up. Jean looked at him slightly confused of his reply. "Ha? How can you say?"

"Eren and Historia are more than just important people to this. Eren possesses a Titan ability, as Historia knows the truth behind these walls. A place as small as this would be easy to get suspicious from and to get them back." Armin explains to the whole group that were hiding beneath the bushes.

"So what you're saying is. Eren and Historia aren't there and only (Y/n) is?" Connie said, in need of clarification.

"Yes." a monotone voiced answers. "These kidnappers are amateurs. Just as he would use them." he added. "If you'd analyze the situation, brat. Eren and Historia are people everyone in their rightful mind would kill just to obtain. Clearly they wouldn't settle for less than a filthy place like that."

"So why would they hide (Y/n) here, Captain?" Jean asks the raven haired man. "They're trying to lure me." Levi gritted his teeth. "Because they know she's important to me." So Kenny knew.

"MMMHHPP!!—"

"O-oi Sasha! Not so loud. " Connie snarled at the girl as her screams were muffled in his hand covering her mouth.

"Springer, let go of her." Levi commanded. "S-sorry."Connie releases Sasha, making her fall to the ground with eyes widened, as if something terrifying was happening.

"What's happening?" Mikasa asked, calm voice turning into a worried one. Seeing the woman shake, Levi clicked his tongue. "Braus I demand immediate answer—"

"ouse..."

Everyone's attention was no one Sasha when she said something uncomprehending. "Speak up dammit! What's happening to (Y/n)?!" Jean hissed.

"Arouse....I—I smell...coming from her...scent...strong." Sasha shook widely. The whole squads eyes widened.

"T-they're.."

"You all take down these scums guarding the cabin, Ackerman, Arlert. You come with me." Levi gave his orders, feeling his pound in his chest and anger was seething within him.

Almost immediately everyone nodded, preparing themselves for the blood bath they're about to receive.

"S-stop it!"

"Heh, look at her." says one of the scouts that has held you captive.

"She's all wet. Why don't you try and touch her." He smirked at his companion who was also enjoying the disgusting torture they were doing to you.

"P-please...stop..." You begged, panting and sweating from the torment the man had done to you awhile ago. You were chained up against the pole, legs spread in all its glory and naked. These men were disgusting. But not as disgusting as the man that had ordered them to do so. Kenny.

Never have you ever felt so ashamed. These men were playing with you yet your body finds this pleasurable? You were disappointed. "That little runt should be here at any moment." Ah there he was. Kenny. "How are you sure he'd come here, sir?" The blonde ponytailed woman asked.

"heh... Your body says otherwise little girl." The second male slurred as you felt his fingers touch your sensitive core before inserting his index.

You felt a shiver to your spine when Kenny's eyes had landed into your flustered self. He grinned, "What kind of man wouldn't come for his girl, aye?" saying as his shoes tapped the wooden floor walking towards you and your tormentors. "Besides, he's got himself pretty damn lucky to a laddie like yourself." he licked his lips at the sight of you being fingered.

"Can't we keep her, captain?" Your tormentor asked. You squeaked when he rolled your nipple between his fingers. "She's all yours you honey bastards." Kenny laughed at the two grinning shit heads and began to play harder with your body.

Everything went into a full stop when the door slammed open, "Captain, he's here." One of his scouts announced. Kenny grinned, looking back at you, "Daddy's comin darlin, you ready to see the little runt?" He said before pulling the two men that were playing with you away. "You two had your fun, now go get me that bastard." He growled before kicking them out. Leaving you with just him and Blondie.

"Captain, there's too many of them!" Armin yelped as he was tackled down by a scout. "Armin!" Mikasa yelled, raising her her blade before stabbing the enemy that almost killed Armin.

"Tch. Shit." Levi cursed, scanning his surroundings. He knew Kenny was low, but this much guards just for him? What do they want with him. Levi growled, instantly killing two people in one go with the help of his maneuver gear. If they keep this up longer, who knows what could they be doing to you?

"Yo, levi." Whipping his blade up, Kenny had surprised an attack on Levi from above. "Still spunky as ever, aye?" He laughed before swinging away from Levi. "KENNY!" Levi yelled and was about to go after him. "You forgot something I taught you, you little runt!" Kenny yelled back. Levi's eyes widened. "Ya shouldn't get your head a mind full of distractions!"

He was surrounded. "Drop yer weapons." Kenny snarled, swinging over to Levi and landing ingrown of him. "And you'll see your baby girl." He taunted. Levi clicked his tongue and obligated. "Obedient as ever." Kenny muttered before stepping back. Levi scanned the numbers of the scouts. Mikasa and the others were far away to notice, the pitch black sky wasn't helping along as well.

"Where is she?" He spoke, glaring murderously at Kenny. "You'll see her. Cuff him." it all happened so fast. Next thing you know levi had his head on the ground with several scouts holding him down and cuffing him. Leading him in the cabin.

"Tch you're really pathetic." Another kick on your face. "I wonder what the Captains brat saw in you." The blonde spat at your coughing, naked form. Right after Kenny had left with the two men, this woman had taken over and decided to tour the you with pain. Well, it was better than being touched inappropriately. The door was kicked opened, startling the blonde. "Lookie who's here." Kenny cooed, pushing Levi on his knees before you.

"C-captain..."

"(Y-y/n)?" He silently gasped when you raised your head at him. Eyes strained from the cries earlier, cheeks bruised from the kicking with a bleeding nose and busted lip. Levi felt his heart break into a thousand pieces. They broke you.

"D'awww ain't that disgustingly cute." Kenny teases, leaning against the wall. "You bastard.." Levi muttered underneath his breath. Kenny grunted in response before eyeing the two men that had tormented you before, silently ordering them what to do.

Seeing them grin, your face paled as they walked forward to you.

Not infront of Levi.

"Ready for round two baby girl?"

"Make sure you scream good. Ya daddy's here to see the whore you are."

They laughed at the insults thrown at you before kneeling in front of you. Blowing on your core, you quivered. "S-stop!" You began as their hands roamed and played your body once more.

"PLEASE STOP!" You cried, face going red as tears drip from the corner of your eyes.

"Kenny! Let her go." Levi yelled, his face contorting into a distress one rather than his usual stoic one. He didn't want to watch what was happening. Yet his rage was flowing into his veins, ready to murder everyone, especially those two scum bags.

"What? Ever seen an erotic sight before?" Kenny watched with a grin. "I'd be jealous seeing these scums have their fun yet I'm here taunting you." He laughed. Levi never felt so defeated, but for you. Anything for you, he just wants you to get the hell out of this. "Let her go...whatever the fuck you want is with me do so, just let her go!" Levi said, almost sounding like he was begging. Begging for them to stop torturing his lover.

"Watch and learn you little runt. You aren't getting the point of this" He snarled before kicking him in the face, followed by a kick in the gut. What the fuck was the lesson in all this? Why would he waste all these scouts, the effort in kidnapping you just for a damn lesson that didn't even make sense?

The two men stopped and watched. Leaving you in a panting mess, but cried even more when you saw Kenny beating Levi to death. "You've gotten soft." Another hard kick in the face. You saw blood trickle down to his nose. "Getting all weak just for some girl? You're just like you mother." A kick in the gut, making Levi cough out more blood. "LEVI! STOP PLEASE..." Your voice cracked. Someone get us out of this shit.

Having enough. Kenny pulled Levi by his collar. "Get up, you runt. I never thought you to let your guard down." Head butting Levi in full force. But not missing out the small mutter.

"Fight."

Levi forced his eyes open. Was Kenny trying to get him stronger? Or was he just taunting once again. Distracted by his thoughts, Kenny was about to pull a final blow on Levi when—

"NOW!" The door was kicked down, allowing Mikasa and the others in to fight. Everyone charged after them, including the ones holding Levi down and the ones roaming you. "Damn runts." Kenny cursed, loading his weapon. Levi took this opportunity to kick him by the legs. Grunting to get up, Levi scored a harder kick on Kenny's gut, making him cough out loud.

Levi sighs in relief, thanking Mikasa before going into battle with the others. "Y-you bastards." Turning around he saw Kenny, with the blonde woman supporting him before swinging away from the cabin. Hearing a choking like sound, Levi's eyes went red when he saw the two men that had touched you in ways a man or others shouldn't and charging after them.

No longer feeling the hard wooden floor, or the cold pole behind your back. Your eyes fluttered open. "S-so bright..." You said, eyes averting away from the light.

"Captain!" Mikasa called, in her hands were the keys to his cuff. While uncuffing him, Hanji was already uncuffing you from the pole. "Shh, you're safe now." She cooed, "Moblit! Grab her clothes and follow me out." She ordered. "Roger!" Moblit followed as Hanji wrapped her green coat on you before picking you up and running out.

"Good job, Jean!" Armin yelled. "If it wasn't for you we would've gotten here sooner!" Connie added before killing another scout.

"Good job, Jean." Armin said. "Yeah, if it weren't for you we would've finished all these bastards and came here!" Connie nodded, killing another scout.

Almost everyone of the scouts had been wiped out by Levi due to his rage. But none of them experienced the gruesome kill he had wight the two.

"She's awake!"

"I can tell shitty glasses."

You turned your head and saw Levi and Hanji. "Hey, (Y/n)." Hanji greeted with a sad smile on her face looking at you. Your face was bandaged up from the pain it went through. "You were asleep in two days. Eren and Historia are back. You should've seen the massive Titan out there." Hanji said, trying the lighten up the mood. She sighed, putting a hand on Levi's shoulder, he nodded and took it as her cue to leave the two of you alone.

Ashamed, you thought. You couldn't look at Levi anymore. "I'm sorry.." gripping the white sheets tightly. "I-I...." Feeling yourself get pulled into a hug, you relaxed into his hold. "You have nothing to be apologizing for." Levi softly spoke. Pulling away, leaning his forehead to yours.

"What happened back there. Will never happen again." Softly kissing your bandaged cheek. "No one will ever lay another hand on you wrongly." Kissing the tip of your nose. After retrieving Eren and Historia, Kenny had told Levi why he had done it before dying.

"I only wanted you to protect the only family you had unlike how I let your mother go out alone."

Looking deeply into your eyes, he kissed your lips gently. Afraid to break you even more in your fragile state. "I love you. I'll protect you no matter what." He said caressing your hands lovingly. "I'll explain every shitty things that happened Hanji was telling you about a while ago." He said before helping you up. "Come on, Historia will be crowned Queen." He offered a small smile at you and nodded at him.

After the ceremony, everyone came and asked how you were. Slightly shaken up, you hid in Levi's side most of the time making him growl and hold a protective arm on you. Understanding the others comforted you until you were fully better.

"I promise." Levi said, looking at you, as if you were the precious thing life has to offer him.

"I'm going to protect you with all my life."

Little by little, you began to lighten up again.

#levi x you #levi x reader #rivaille #levi scenario #levi ackerman #captain levi #captain levi ackerman #rivaille heichou #levi heichou #humanities strongest soldier #rivaille ackerman #kenny ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin season 3 #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #historia reiss #ymir fritz #sasha braus #jean krischtein #connie springer #bertolt hoover #reiner braun #annie leonhardt #farlan church #isabel magnolia #erwin smith #hanji zoe #attack on titan

[kumamon-kp]

Late night imagine (For Roji)

She’s the one

Think about her face every time I wake up

At night I wanna ask about how her day was

But I just haven't told her yet

11:30 am

(23.4.20)

He sits in the bed next to Minhyuk. His laying on his back with his phone in his hands scrolling through his Instagram news feed looking at everyone else’s awesome days with their girlfriends and all the old couples making videos and getting older together.

He smiles at some of the pictures, until she pops up into his mind.

“Oh I forgot I haven’t asked Rojina how she’s going yet? It’s her birthday tomorrow” He sits on his side.

There’s nothing but silence in the room, Kihyun could feel a stare. He looked over at the other bed to see Minhyuk looking up from his phone and smirking at him.

“You really can’t stop thinking about her can you?” Minhyuks on his belly whilst his feet are up in the air waving around like a teenage girl.

Kihyun laughs nervously, his face turning a light shade of pink. He ruffles his wet hair and pushes it back exposing his forehead. He sighs again.

He is constantly wanting to see how she’s feeling and what she’s doing. He cares about her so much that is what is constantly on his mind from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep.

He knows he doesn’t have a place in her heart yet, he admits it, but he always manages to put those thoughts aside and thinks about how much he can love her no matter the distance in their feelings.

Minhyuk can hear little tapping noises in front of him, he looks up from his phone again and sees Kihyun tapping his blank phone screen.

“Just text her, she might appreciate it you know” Minhyuk grabs his lips and plays with it. Kihyun groans and rolls over on his stomach. His heart is racing again.

12 am

(24.4.20)

K: Happy birthday beautiful ~

Love U (Rojina POV)

You make me crazy it's not just the wine

Go on and take me right across the line

Looking at you, I got one thing on my mind

8 pm

(24.4.20)

Saeng il chuk ha ham ni da

saeng il chuk ha ham ni da

sarang ha neun Rojinaaaa

saeng il chuk ha ham ni da

Your friends were all extra. Some were screaming the song, some were 3 octaves lower then normal and some were just soothing… you look over at Kihyun who had the biggest smile. He was clapping and laughing so hard that his little dimple showed on his cheek.

Tonight, you wore your tight black dress since your friends made this birthday a little more special then the others. You were all sat at fancy restaurant in the private section.

“Make a wish Rojina” Kihyun whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine. He was on his knees next to you. He placed his warm hand on your cold shoulder sending heat waves down your body. His hands were so soft, and he smelt so good you felt a little confused at how much more attractive he looked tonight. His skinny looked so soft, his eyes were darker, and his hair was slicked back showing his forehead.

“ooh- you’re so cold?” his eyes widened. He panics a little removing his jacket and placing it on your bare shoulders. At this point everyone had moved around, someone had taken the cake to cut it up and the other were letting you have your moment… moment? Was it a moment? No no it definitely not a moment.

You looked away trying to join into another conversation

But… every time you tried to draw your attention to something other than him you always managed to make eye contact with him. At some point he looked flustered, bit his lip a little and looked away at the other boys.

“You know you’re still with Wonho right?” Eleni whispered scaring the shit out of you.

“Yah I know!” Your heart rate had increased by 100.

“Really?” her voice going high pitched, crossing her leg she continued eating a cake.

“I mean… I don’t know if eye fucking Kihyun is you remembering Wonho” you choked on your drink slapping her arm. You continued coughing and she stared laughing at your pain.

“Shut up!” you drank more wine hoping it might get you drunk enough to forget.

“I’m just stating the facts” she got up and walked over to other side where her boyfriend was sitting.

This night continued to confuse you.

You missed Wonho the truth was, but you guys ‘technically’ broke up 5 months ago. He hasn’t bothered to call you back, he just left you without saying anything and now your lost. It’s not like you hate him but it’s not like your happy that he left you with no explanation. You still love him but you’re slowly losing hope in waiting for him. Questions like when will he come back? Will he come back? Was it my fault did I scare him away? What can I do to get to where he is right now?

10.30 pm

“Kihyun I really don’t think this is a good idea” Kihyun laid on top of you. You were both out of breath from your heated make out but things started to get serious. His face wasn’t the same as usually, he seemed darker and much more determined.

“I want you now, even if we both regret it in the morning”

“but we’re drunk Kihyun”

“It’s not the wine baby”

His touch was soft, gentle something you missed and something you’d lost. He kissed your forehead. You grabbed his face pulling him in to kiss you. His lips were soft, you could taste the wine which didn’t feel great but something was telling you that this night was more then this moment.

Happy without me (Wonho POV)

Do you think about me sometimes?

'Cause I think about you sometimes

You can’t hold my heart no more (Rojina POV)

And, there's nothing that I can say at all

You can't hold my heart no more

And I'm waiting for your arms to fall

You can't hold my heart no more

11 pm

2.05.20

“Hi” your heart sank. It hurt so much hearing his voice again. Your eyes watered immediately; you took a deep breath holding the phone away, so he didn’t hear you.

“Wonho if you’re ringing to try and apologise, I’d rather just not hear it”

“Rojina…”

“Just tell me you’ve been ok-ay” your voice broke a little.

“Rojina”

“STOP SAYING MY NAME! Just tell me you’ve been okay I don’t want excuses and that nonsense bullshit Wonho” you were crying. You hated this, you hated showing him that you struggled without him.

“I’m sorry, I know you’ve been worried I’ve asked the boys about you every week, I don’t think you’ll understand anything I explain to you now”

You stayed silent. Your heart was in pain, his voice made you so mad but so happy and relieved.

You were both still silent.

“I missed you” he whispered in the phone, you could hear the sniffles from the other side of the call.

“I just need time” he spoke again each time his voice getting weaker.

“I have to go… thanks for remembering me… but I’ve moved on now Wonho, I can’t stand holding my heart away from other people anymore just because I’m depending on you to come back and hold it for me and protect it, because I trusted you with my heart once and this is how you treated it”

The phone stayed silent; it was just sobs coming from Wonho.

“Mm” he agreed, he had no words.

“It was nice knowing you Wonho, I hope you finally figure out what you need to figure out”

You ended the phone call, you laid on the floor, your heart hurt, the tears were never ending.

GOT MY NUMBER (Rojina POV)

If you need someone who can love you while he's gone

Baby, you got my number, got my number, whoa

When you realize it ain't him that's on your mind

12 pm

You saw your phone buzz again, you wiped your tears and opened it with a racing nervous heart. Your heart was relieved to see Kihyun’s appear on your screen.

K: Hi, are you okay? I just wanted to see how you were.

Your heart fluttered again, you hesitated.

R: Please come here.

K: Why?

R: I just need you..

K: I’ll be over soon.

You were nervous, you’ve never felt so many emotions within one hour.

You heard your doorbell ring and you quickly ran to the door. You wiped any left-over tears before you opened the door. He stood there with a bag in his hands, his black hoodie and his face bare. He dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He rubbed your hair as you started to sob again. His hoodie was soft, and it smelt fresh. You held on to his hoodie hoping he would never let go.

“Don’t cry please” he pulled you away and you giggled a little feeling embarrassed that you cried so easily.

“I told you anytime, no matter what, you have my number and you can call me, and I’ll be right over” he held your shoulders and looked at you with a worried expression.

You both sat on the couch, you put your head on his shoulder and stared out into your own thoughts.

“You know he did text us every week but… he told us not to tell you”

You nodded already knowing the situation.

“I would be saying to forgive him right now but I also have to worry about my own feelings right now to, you know?”

You looked up at him confused.

“since that night together… you have been on my mind and even before that and ill keep hiding my feelings to step away from you and wonho but-“

You cut him off by pecking his lips, he was talking too much for your brain right now. His face was bright red this time.

“I know how you feel and I know that I feel something too but you just have to give me more time” you managed to finially say. He nodded biting his lip, looking down at his hands. You grabbed his hands and leaned against him weakly. He moved his arm out of the way and let your head fall into his lap. Your felt all sorts of things but this moment was definetly making you feel at ease. He did something to your heart that you hadn’t felt before, warmth and safeness.

Bye bye its late.

#kihyun #monsta x #monsta x kihyun #wonho x reader #kihyun x reader #monsta x reader #kpop imagines #imagines

[itsfreerealestatespookyboi]

Freak (Brallon)

Vampire! Dallon X Young! Brendon

 words: 1140

Warnings: Swearing, crying Beebo, Beebo getting the living s**t beat out of him, (so that will probley give you the feels)

Brendon took the bitter drink away from his lips, looking up, just in time to see Spencer wipe some powder off his nose.

"Really?" He asks, rolling his eyes and Spencer gives him a cheeky smile before limping to a small group of girls. The music was so loud that it hurt his ears and made his head throb. "- I think I'm gonna go home."

Despite how bad Pete wanted to smack him, tell him that she was just a girl and he would find another, Pete knew... Brendon had thought Sarah was the one. They all did.

Brendon waves to his friend and quickly made a B-line for the exit, being stopped many times by sweaty body's trying to start conversation. But he was not in the mood to talk at the moment.

When the cool night air hit his face he felt it instantly. He hunched over and threw up everything he had even that day, and probley yesterday. But all the same, he made his way down the street towards his home.

After a few minutes, Brendon realized something. He stopped and looked across the road to see someone standing. They were sort of hidden and they had all black clothes on.

"D-do you need help man?" Brendon called out against his better judgment.   The figure slowly turned and Brendon felt even more panic wash over him.

Slowly but surly, the figure began to walk towards him. So Brendon took off down the street in a sprint, to terrified to look behind him.

He was knocked of his feet as he felt something slightly shove him to the side. As he started to loose his balance and let out a small whimper as a stabbing pain took over the side of his ribs.

When he pulled his hand from his ribs, he realized there was a fresh coat of blood dripping down it.

Before he could register this he was swiftly being kicked to the other side, resulting in a loud cracking soud to come from other side causing him to scream.

When he looked up he was met with deep blue eyes staring back at his own brown ones.

"Sorry darling-" he tilted Brendons chin up just a little to get a good look at his whole face. "- This may not kill you, but it ain't gonna tickle either."

Before Brendon could say anything, he felt one hand wrap around his throat and another cover his nose and mouth. He was out like a light.

~°○•●□■▪▪■□●•○°~

Dallon smiled as Brendon's eyes fluttered open. He had spent all the night and most of the day admiring the boys looks.

"Got a name cutey?" Dallon asked looking back down at his book. He herd Brendon let out multiple grunts and he tried to free himself of the hospital bed he was cuffed to.

"Stop shaking sweety, it won't do much for you." He said, setting his book down and walking up to the the bed.

"Wha-at are you go-nna do to mu-e?" He whimpered out, eyes looking terrified, searching Dallon for his next move.

Brendon felt his chest tighten when Dallon pulled a needle out of his pocket.

"This won't hurt I promise, it's just gonna speed up your blood flow." He pushed the needle into Brendon's arm let out a hissing sound, making Dallin feel bad.

"What the hell are you? Some kind of cannibal or something?" He asked as Dallon turned to throw away the needle.

"Or somethimg." Dallon said turning back to Brendon now. The sweat lining the younger boys head made him weak in the knees. "Now I asked you a question. What's your name?"

"Brendon." He stated and Dallon smiled.

"Dallon." He whispered. Brendon rolled his eyes. "So you probley want to know why your here?"  Brendon nodded like it was obvious.

"No, I just wanted you to stand there and look spooky." He said sarcasily. "No fucking dip, dipshit." He yelled.

And with that, Dallon smacked him. His eyes got wide, and his mouth hung agap.

"Wanna talk back like that again?" He growled, voice low. If this wasn't Brendon' s  kidnapper, he might have thought that was hot. "Now, you said you wanna know what I am?"

"Yes-" Brendon said hesitantly. Dallon smiled and winked.

"Guess you'll just have to find out." Dallon strutted towards the bed.  Brendon watched questioningly. Then he suddenly started to jerk around as Dallon leaned over to him. He was getting dangerously close.

Using inhuman like force, Dallon pushed Brendon back down onto the bed.  Dallon pushed his head into the crook of  Brendon' s neck.

Suddenly Brendon left out a scream as a sharp pain when through his whole neck.  He then slowly started to get colder, and his vision more strained.

"What are you doing to me?" Brendon cried out, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"-For you Darling." Dallon said, correcting him. He wiped his mouth, but when he saw Brendon crying, shaking, and sweating, the smile fell from his face.

Dallon went to reach for Brendon, but he tried to jerk away.

"You fucking freak!" Brendon yelled, still crying.

"Why Don't you get some sleep." Dallon said walking up the stairs and out of the dark basement room.

~°○•●□■▪▪■□●•○°~

It was around ten at night when Dallon walked back down the stairs. He saw Brendon curled up, trying to get warm.

He walked over and laid the blanket he was holding out on Brendon. Brendon opened his eyes, pulling to thick blanket up more.

"Thank you." He said softly. Dallon just hummed in response before going back up the stairs.

~°○•●□■▪▪■●•○°~

Brendon woke with a start, the taste of copper filling his mouth. His stomach churned and he was scared by his own want to rip his skin open.

"D-da-Dallon!" He yelled. He herd steps coming from above and then quick ones coming down the steps.

"Yes?" Dallon said smiley, swinging around and looking at him. His face suddenly droped. "What's wrong?" He asked softly.

" I-i don't know." Brendon had a rushed, high pitched voice as he spoke.

"Shit." Dallon quickly ran up the stairs. Brendon threw his head back, breathing heavily.

When Dallon came back down the stairs, he was carrying a glass full of thick red liquid. Brendon could only think of one thing it could be.

"Oh hell no! I am not becoming one of those things!" Dallon looked up from the glass, his face looking like he watched a puppy get hit by a truck. "I didn't mean it like that." Brendon tried to fix the situation.

"Please, you could die if you dont." Dallon said holding the glass out.

"Fine, but you have to promise that in the end, I'll be ok." Brendon said eyes full of fear and need.

"I swear."

#panic at the disco #panic! at the disco #brendon urie #dallon weekes #brallon #vampire

[survivorelara]

Episode #11: “I ain't gonna be a hero anymore” -Sam

Lmaoooo drew is soooo bitter he’s soooooo Mad 😂😂😂😂😂 not my fault that u were kind of a brick wall to talk too!!!! I hate how these entitled bitches think if your not being flashy your not playing the game at all I know I’m probably not gonna win the game but I’m still trying anyways and outlasting these bitter bitches always makes me feel soooo good. I also have an idol in my pocket and like I feel like I got allies to that will listen to me last round I threw John Coffeys name out and he got out I just gotta let the other people do my dirty work but since it’s near the end I am gonna get More aggressive now to make these people feel sorry that they saw me as a goat it’s kinda pretty hard to make a move pre merge when your constantly on the winning tribe tbhhh I’m gonna take Drew’s final words with a grain of salt because he’s soooo wrong LMAO don’t come for me when ur big three placements are shit.

Honestly I don’t hate him tho I’m not trashy enough to hate somebody over a game I always did like drew he’s cool and he was  my first hosting duo buddy but if he rude to me in ponderosa or FTC I’m legit coming for him.

Woo F8. (This is all I have in me at the moment. I have a lot going on right now, and it's more of a me problem than anything else.)

So yeah, I ended up voting in the minority which is a little awkward since ciere is still in the game but I'll survive. I was just tryna save someone close to me and I knew i could trust but I guess it wasn't meant to be. I knew I wasn't going anywhere last vote but it was so important for me cause it was gonna set the whole pace for the rest of my game, and even though things didn't exactly work out, I believe I can recover and still cause some major damage in this game. I tried to play a "real" game, but that's usually pretty difficult to do on a vivor org. The gloves are off now, it's time to play ruthlessly. Who's ready for shit to go down, I ain't gonna be a hero anymore

Everyone is trying their hardest to be on the opposite side of Andrea sort of double-agent-esque without being caught but it's so freaking obvious. Roxy seems to always dance around the idea of voting Andrea, and Drew just blatantly suggested voting someone else even though Andrea is logically the best boot.

NOW that 4-some of Myself, Roxy, Ci'ere, and Drew are supposedly voting Emma at the moment, but it's like... Why? Also I'd rather not considering Emma is probably the least likely on that side to vote me out, which is why I'd rather keep her, as well as she's in my ideal F3 plans almost always given everyone's perception of her.

Kori wants to gun for Drew T. Purrfect! 😺 Drew H. must have some kind of...sixth sense because destroyed us all in that challenge and I thought I did well! When I got to the puzzle, he had already found & solved the entire thing. A beast.

Okay, hello! 👽 Since things have finally died down, for the moment, I’m going to reflect on the happenings of last round & this round. This will probably be an obese confessional with a ton of grammatical errors so, sorry in advance lol. Where do I even begin ASDFG

Kori told me that since Drew H. was immune, we should go for Drew T. & I was down for that. I confirmed this with the rest of the Revatis: Andrea, Emma & Loris. That was the 5 we needed for majority.

However, Sam has a different agenda. Drew T. informs me that Sam is coming after me when I just subtly tried to let him know I wanted to go to the end with him... Kori tells me that Andrea said she wasn’t voting for Drew T. & that’s when I realize things are starting to turn against me. There were already 3 votes on Drew T. (excluding myself) so if I could flip Roxy or Drew H. that would be a majority to save myself. I immediately went to them both & told them that I might be able to secure the votes next round for at least a tie because Kori was interested in flipping. I think I mentioned this previously, but Roxy has been telling me that Drew T has been throwing her under the bus which I confirmed to her to be true. I mention this again to her now to turn her against him. Drew T. then explains that he wants for us to vote Andrea & I’m all for this blindside, but how do I know that he isn’t trying to trick me into splitting so then I would be eliminated instead :O He seemed very genuine about this plan tho in which I felt comfortable.

I make an alliance chat for the four of us & we agree on Andrea, but Roxy seemed to be indifferent about the idea in pms. She doesn’t feel comfortable with giving Drew T. power after he threw her under the bus. I ultimately give her the choice because our votes would make-up a majority & I would be able to place the blame on her for picking Drew hehe. With less than a minute left she decides Drew T. & that was all she wrote.

I believe this move definitely strengthens my relationship with Roxy who seemed kind of like a third wheel to the Drews. Had Drew T. stayed he would’ve assumed Andrea’s position as the person with the most connections & Sam would’ve been in his pocket. I guess Drew H, Roxy & I could’ve countered that, but what’s done is done. Sam has now lost his closest ally & me who had his back, so now he’s tied to Andrea (and Loris apparently).

The vote impacted Heuser negatively because Roxy & I didn’t tell him about it...which was a mistake. He said he “would’ve been okay with doing the other Drew & that was probably our only shot at taking out Andrea”. Maybe we should’ve taken out Andrea because she still has several connections & the Revati idol is still floating around somewhere, ugh. Heuser says he’ll win every single immunity challenge from here on out if that’s what it takes for him to get to the end (and so far he’s on a 2-win streak).

After the votes were revealed, Sam was expecting me to be angry & blow up his pms. Nah. I’m going to give you the Dani treatment because boys can’t stand when you don’t respond to them hehe. I kept my composure & was really cool about the situation which I am SO proud of myself for because usually I’d be popping off on everyone and their mother by now lmao.

Loris admits that he has to vote out people he’s gotten close to & since he’s telling me that, he’s not playing me. He wants to take me to the end. That sounds rad! Another person that thinks they can beat me in the end and will take me there. Loris tells me everything about his day & he’s hilarious. Loris is a f u r r y.

Fast forward to the present day. Right off the bat Kori warns me about Andrea coming after me because I’m “mad & hate her.” I legit hold no hostility against Andrea nor did I give her any reason to think that, so I’m slightly offended she would say that. All I said to her was that we agreed to Drew T., but she sheeped Sam and tried acting like Drew T.’s name never came up... I also asked Sam what happened and tried to guilt trip him just a bit. Sam says that he felt closer to Drew & tried to save him by going for what he thought was the easy vote aka me. Well guess what...I’m still here, binch. You thot wrong. I tried socializing more with Sam for the past couple of days and even subtly hinted to him in my last tribal answer that I wanted to go to the end with him. His loss.

When things get slightly spicy in the tribe chat between Andrea & I, she exposes Kori. Kori says that Andrea implied coming after me, but she says she explicitly said my name and she said she didn’t know. I’m starting to see Kori’s game & maybe he’s not as slick as he thinks. He claims to actually want Drea out, but he’s pulled tricks out in the past & I have my eye on him. Oh & someone told Andrea that there was an alliance made to vote her out. Roxy says Andrea came to her about it too so I presume Heuser went to her about, but I already exposed him to her hehe.

So I gather up my messy peers Heuser, Kori & Roxy forming a squad of Rexhars & Bad Binches. We seem to all want something different & the trust there is severely lacking... Roxy wants to vote Loris, Kori wants Andrea, then there’s Drew and I that pushed for Emma.

Here’s our current plan: We’re all in agreement to at least make this tie. We would like to avoid this though by getting Sam to flip. To accomplish this we’re going to pitch Emma because no one’s connected to her besides Andrea probably. Before that though the other 4 will probably vote together for one of Roxy, Kori or I. After the vote initially ties, we lock in our revotes for Emma & get Sam to realize that he’s putting his own game on the line for her. If he flips then we succeeded with Emma being voted out & we have the numbers for next round. No one would use an idol on her either unless this plan is foolishly leaked. If Sam decides to go to rocks then the odds are still in our favor with Andrea, Loris & Sam drawing against 2 of us. And trust me bby, I’m ready for ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS.

Heuser thinks I’m actively trying to get the other side to vote for me because I would be safe in a rock situation. Of course that’s a perk of my plan, but I’m really just trying to do what’s best for us & it would make the most sense to turn them against me. He also gave me this compliment that I would like to note: “you're amazing with numbers in games, you see layouts really well”

I’m being nice to Sam because I like talking to him and hopefully he won’t try to push for me again. If I shunned him then that would automatically lead to him wanting me out, so it’s time to do damage control for the move he made against me. He says that Andrea and Loris are trying to take each other out. :O Maybe me @’ing Andrea wasn’t such a bad thing after all if it means these two big players take each other out hehe.

HI!!! trIBALS sad and boring and scary bc names are getting thrown and then retracted and I’m gonna fall asleep and then wake up and I’ve gone home??? most likely. Jk I don’t think?? I’ll go??? I love Sam and Emma and Andrea and love ciere ok basically the majority of the cast I don’t have more than 2 f3 deals which statistically means I’d have to betray someone.. no way!! ALSO TWO TRIBALS TIL LEGACY WOOOP WOOOOOP

As the days go by and the number of people start to dwindle, I feel myself becoming more and more ruthless. ever since john left, I had promised everyone in the game I was with them, and even though I betrayed that trust to a certain zosma last round, I still find myself having to cut someone im close to loose. it's incredibly risky, because all these people claim to be loyal to you and wanna go to the end with you, but you gotta cut most of them off so that never happens. so it becomes a game of, am I cutting people that were truthful to me, or keeping the people that are truthful to me. for all I know I could be voting people that do want to keep their word with me, or I could be saving them. i'm just hoping im making the right call.

so right now I do have a f4 in mind that I would like to see happen, and im gonna do what I have to in order to make that happen. obviously like I said before, it means cutting allies loose and pissing people off. but hey, that just makes the game more exciting, it could end up biting me in the ass if i make it to the end, but least im gonna have fun getting there and who knows, maybe i can pull out a win? man we love being the villain.

so the vote started off with this whole andrea vs kori ordeal, which somewhat bothered me since I wanted to go far with them, but I definitely had a preference between the two. now, it seems like it's gonna be an emma vote, which I don't want to happen yet. so I came up with an idea to get numbers on roxy, because I feel I can beat her if we did go to the end, but I don't trust her as much as I do others, and she isn't in my end game plan, so now seems like a good time to cut her loose. plus, everyone knows loris has been after her, so it was mad easy to throw him under the bus so roxy doesn't flip out on me until the moment she gets blindsided. that'll be a fun time, but if this all works out and she goes over emma, then im set for f4 unless I ended up trusting the wrong people. god I hope im making the right choice here.

so after the results of this vote and roxy screams at me, other people like kori are definitely not gonna trust me anymore. but that doesn't matter, because he isn't in my ideal f4 or even f5 scenario. im tryna get ciere back on my side, which I hope is working. he seems like he could be biting, idk if he really has anyone else or not. esp since his name seems to be floating around again and I told him id let him know if it was, so nows my chance to extend an olive branch of trust again

all of this could end up blowing up in my face and getting me voted out, but the thing is in order to win this game, you gotta take risks. and that's what im doing, im taking another massive risk here. I dodged a sniper bullet last round after the ciere vote didn't quite work out, but ive rebounded hard and back in the drivers seat, and it's time for roxy to go just as drew t predicted. man that'll be a fun time for those two in ponderosa!

If just once my game could not depend entirely on these absolute fucking idiots that would be amazing. Only thing i'm waiting for at this point is to leave another alliance chat at 8:01

Well from Ci'ere and Andrea two ideal boots for me to Roxy or Emma two non-ideal boots... this game just knows how to take the most violent of turns.

I guess we'll see if Sam's being even half honest with me if he votes Emma. If he does I think I've got some ideas for moving forward, but we'll see. I just don't know how things are gonna go moving onward, and I just hope this doesn't go to rocks or an idol play that totally isolates or knocks me out of this thing.

I'm also just hoping I don't end up regretting voting Emma instead of someone else.

Tribal sucks. Idk what going on and idk who i wanna ally/work with.

MY ORDER: EMMA SAM LORIS ROXY

CIERE DREW KORI

is how I feel in terms of trust rn w big gap with roxy and ciere~  

but cant have a f5 lmao huh idk i am confused n lost

Vote Emma they said, it's the best thing they said, Roxy agreed to the whole thing but ofc apparently something happened in the last 10 fucking minutes, and she voted for me in some sort of fucked up attempt to save Emma?

I'm pissed to fucking hell, if I have a chance to cut Roxy I'm fucking doing it, this was bullshit and a half. That's assuming I somehow survive this shit. I think Drew is keeping me, and my understanding is Sam is keeping me.

That's 2/6 so I just need 1 of Roxy, Andrea, Loris, or Ci'ere to keep me. Ci'ere might keep me because the odds of Andrea or Loris going are technically good, and Sam isn't a terrible option gone for her, but I don't know if the others would/will, and it's just UGHHHHHHHH

I hate this, and I hate that it ended up being me that was stuck in this situation, though I likely brought it upon myself trying to kinda play all sides and be in the know for this whole thing. I'm just hoping for the best. (Regardless Roxy's a goner if things go the way I hope.)

Well, I did a LOT of scrambling and clawing, and I've got a F3 deal with Loris and Sam, which I honestly think could have been the best deal for me given the circumstances.

Provided nobody flips and Ci'ere, Drew, Sam, and Loris all vote the way they claim they will, I might actually come out of this alive, and hopefully I get a chance for revenge.

If it goes to rocks then ideally it'll be Andrea that goes, but that's a 1/4 chance and probably knowing my luck it won't go that way.

I just hope that everyone's being upfront at the moment, when there's not shot of an idol play there's no reason to lie about which way you're really voting at this point.

im going to cry like fuck this game for a minute.. idc ab it... sam is just too 💗💗😍😍😍💗🏋🏾‍♂️😍😍🏋🏾‍♂️😂🏋🏾‍♂️❤️👀 i love him what a soul. idc ab this stupid revote or anything just going far w him hopefully.

I'm having a very calming moment right now, I'm feeling good about my chances and I think I've overcome this voting situation. Roxy is trying to appeal to my goodside, but the farthest I'll let her go is 6th because if I can take Andrea out first for my own self-assurance I will.

This is just the calm before the storm, it's a storm in my mind, and it's a storm outside, this whole situation has been a storm. Everything is a storm, and I'm gonna ride it to the finish.

Emma is voted out after a 3-3 tie in a 5-1 vote.

#episode #flyinghigh

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COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 3 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. The boys and I were quick to pack up our belongings before making a beeline for Mr. Clarke's desk, eager to see if the Heathkit came. All the while Mr. Clarke was reminding the already fleeting class of our homework assignment.

"Remember, finish chapter 12 and answer 12.3 on the difference between an experiment and other forms of science investigation. This will be on the test, which will cover chapters 10 through 12. It will be multiple choice with an essay section." His voice faltered towards the end of his sentence as he realized no one had been paying attention.

His head turned to us and he didn't seem too surprised to see us so eager. Mike couldn't take the wait any longer and spoke up on the behalf of all of us.

"So, did it come?"

Mr. Clarke looked solemn. "Sorry, guys," Our heads began to hang in disappointment at his words. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but... It came!"

My face lit up with relief. We followed Mr. Clarke down the halls in anticipation. Mike got to the door first and eagerly threw it open, the rest of us close on his tail.

"Yes!"

Since Mike was the first through the door, naturally he dove for the desk chair as the rest of us scuttled over each other, each of trying to get a close look at it. Lucas and I seemed to have the same idea as we fiddled with the knobs on the Heathkit as Mr. Clarke addressed the new device we were all so eager to see.

"The Heathkit ham shack," The boys and I were in awe.

"Ain't she a beaut?" Mr. Clarke sighed. Dustin then spoke up. "I bet you could talk to New York on this thing."

"Think bigger." Said Mr. Clarke. I rose my eyebrow and looked to my teacher as I questioned, "California?"

"Bigger." 'No way.'

"Australia?" Mike pressed. We all turned out heads hopefully to Mr. Clarke as he responded with a smile and the shake of his head. We all exclaimed.

"Oh man," Lucas chuckled in excitement. "When Will sees this, he's totally gonna blow his shit." My smile faltered at the mention of Will, as Mr. Clarke scolds Lucas for his foul language. Lucas apologized turning back to the Heathkit, and I shake my head slightly trying to get my mind off of Will.

Lucas seems to have found the right settings on the dials based on the high pitch frequencies coming out of the Heathkit. Mike has the headphones on and begins to speak into the mic in an Australian accent.

"'Ello, this is Mike Wheela', president of Hawkins Middle AV Club."

Dustin then practically ripped the headphones off of Mike's head, a big goofy grin on his face as he placed them on his head. Mike was in a fit of giggles as he spoke. "What are you doing?" Dustin proceeded to do the exact same thing as Mike just moments ago.

"'Ello, this is Dustin, and this is the secretary and treasurer of Hawkins Middle AV Club. Do you eat kangaroos for breakfast?" I giggle, shaking my head thinking about the poor confused soul who is stuck listening to the boys ramble on. As Lucas grabs for the headphones, I turn around so I'm facing Mr. Clarke, and I give a polite, yet warm smile. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Y/n," He returned the smile, seeming appreciative of the fact that at least one of us said 'Thank you'. He has always been a great teacher, and I don't think anybody ever really appreciates or even thanks him very much. I can't imagine how frustrating it can be as a teacher. I laugh to myself at the sight of my friends playfully fighting over who gets to use it next, when our fun gets cut short at the sound of a knock on the door. We all turn our heads to see the Principle walk in, a couple of men behind him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but, uh, may I borrow Y/n, Michael, Lucas, and Dustin?" To say my stomach dropped would be an understatement as I got a better look at the men out in the hallway and realized it was the Chief and one of his officers.

My mouth ran dry.

'Will.'

The four of were seated on the couch in the Principal's office, Chief Hopper, and officer Callahan - I believe his name was - seated in chairs opposite us. I was seated between Mike and Dustin, I kept my mouth shut unless told otherwise, and my hands have woven together in my lap, much too afraid to do otherwise. The boys, on the other hand, were freaking out and all trying to speak at once. I tried nudging them warningly with my elbows but they just ignored me. It seemed I had made the right choice in being quiet, as Hopper seemed to have gotten impatient almost immediately.

"Okay, okay, okay. One at a time all right? You." He points Mike. Mike shakes his head. "You said he takes what?"

"Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood." His face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yes," I croaked involuntarily, wanting to explain to him that it is just our name for road.

"Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?" He turned to the officer.

"I have not. That sounds made up to me." The officer replied. This timid, awkward man gave me the impression he was more of a 'Yes-man' and knew nothing about what he was doing.

"No, it's from Lord of the Rings."

'Oh, here we go.' I think to myself, sighing.

"Well, The Hobbit."

Mike and I look at each other, knowing what's happening.

"It doesn't matter." Lucas retorted.

"Knock it off!" I warn, trying my best to throw my whisper across the couch without drawing attention to myself.

"He asked!" Dustin nearly shouted.

"Guys!" I hissed.

"'He asked'" Lucas mimicking Dustin, not even listening to me.

I looked over at Mike for help but he is already checked out.

They continue talking over each other in a childish manner and the chief leans forward trying to silence them.

"Hey, hey, hey!" They quieted down finally. "What'd I just say? One at a damn time. You." He nodded to me. He seemed to tolerate just Mike and me.

"Mirkwood, as Mike was saying. It is a real road. It's just the name that's made up, it's what we call it. It's where Cornwallis and Kerley meet." I finish.

He seems satisfied, finally having a straightforward answer. He leans back in his chair, talking now to Callahan.

"Yeah, all right, I think I know that—"

"We can show you, if you want." Mike offered hopefully, cutting the chief off mid-sentence.

"I said that I know it!"

"We can help look."

"Yeah" Dustin added hopefully.

"No."

And just like that, the boys begin to talk over each other once again. Knowing better than to waste my breath trying to shut them up, I sit back once again, hands in my lap waiting for the Chief to continue.

"No," He says loud enough to quiet the boys. "After school, you are to all go home. Immediately. That means no biking around looking for your friend, no investigating, no nonsense. This isn't some Lord of the Rings book."

"The Hobbit."

"Shut up!" Lucas gave Dustin a swat on the arm.

Dustin reached over and hit Lucas back, knocking me and Mike back in the process. I roll my eyes in annoyance, and fight every urge I have not to shout at them.

"Hey!"

Mike finally snaps. "Stop it!"

They continue hitting each other and Hopper finally leans over and says quietly, in an irritated tone. "Do I make myself clear?"

I was the only one paying attention so based on his tired, lowered voice and his eyes on me, I could tell he was just talking to me at this point.

I shook my head. "Yes," I mutter.

He nodded his head at me in thanks. All the while, the boys were still bickering. Hopper's gaze landed on the boys, and he stood up and walked forward towards us. The way his tall frame towered over us was overwhelming, and enough to shut the boys up. In a deep, intimidating voice, he repeated his words, slowly.

"Do I make myself... clear?" The boys nod their heads in fear, their necks craning up to meet his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah."

"Yes."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

I've been laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling for about thirty minutes, give or take a few. I had managed to do all of my school work, including my project that wasn't due for another week and a half, read three books — granted, they were fairly short — and I was still left with nothing to do but worry about Will. The fact that I'm not allowed to help is driving me crazy, even though I keep trying to tell myself the adults are better equipped to deal with this stuff. My thoughts are interrupted by the crackling of the walkie-talkie that was sitting on my dresser. Since our mom couldn't afford two walkie-talkies, Dustin and I share one. I usually have it though so I can talk to Will.

The voice coming through sounded like Mike. Rather than getting my hopes up I just decided to stay put, staring at my ceiling, listening in.

"Lucas, do you copy? It's Mike. Lucas? Over."

"Hey, it's Lucas."

"I know it's you. And say 'over' when you're done talking so I know when you're done. Over." I roll my eyes and smile.

"I'm done. Over." I chuckle at this.

"I'm worried about Will. Over." My smile quickly falls.

I can hear Lucas sigh. "Yeah. This is crazy. Over."

"I was thinking..." Now I was really paying attention. "Will could've cast Protection last night, but he didn't. He cast fireball. Over." I sat up slowly, my eyebrows furrowed at the walkie.

"What's your point? Over."

"My point is... he could've played it safe, but he didn't. He put himself in danger to help the party. Over." A bittersweet smile flutters across my face briefly at this.

"Meet me in ten. Over and out."

'To hell with adults.' I tell myself. I leap off my bed and grab the walkie, knowing they'll still be able to hear me.

"Forgetting someone? Over."

"Y/n? Over." It was Mike.

"Don't worry, I'll let Dustin know. Over and out."

I retract the walkie before shoving it into my bag and heading for Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Once I had caught Dustin up on everything, the four of us had met up and we are now currently riding down Mirkwood. The thought of my best friend disappearing right here, exactly 24 hours ago was enough to give me chills.

"Ah, man. This is it." Lucas broke the silence as we approached the barrier closing off the path where his bike was supposedly found. We all came to a stop.

For a brief moment, the woods were lit up by lightning in the distance as thunder bellowed across the sky. Dustin looked up at the blanket of clouds above the trees, his voice shaking.

"Hey, guys. You feel that?" He was obviously referring to the rain that fell on his face. I roll my eyes. "I think maybe we should go back."

"No!" Mike and I said simultaneously.

"We're not going back. Just stay close." Mike and Lucas continued on into woods. I was eager to follow them but not without trying to reassure my brother.

"Dustin, he's right. Look, I know you're scared right now, okay? I'm scared too, but can you even imagine how scared Will must be? We have to do this. For Will." I didn't wait for a reply and ran to catch up with Mike and Lucas.

Knowing my brother, he would rather stay in a group than split up. Sure enough, he gave in.

"Hey, guys, wait up!" He said, dropping his bike. "Wait up!"

We started walking again, and as we did it I could feel the rain start to soak my neck and shoulders. I pulled my hood up over my head, turning on my flashlight and set off into the night, eager to find my friend.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The thunder rumbled, and as we ventured deeper into the forest I could feel the light drizzle of rain evolving into a steady downpour.

"WILL!"

"WILL!" I cried.

"Byers!" Lucas yelled.

Dustin tried a different approach. "I've got your X-Men 134!"

Our flashlights were hardly making a difference at this point. Dustin spoke up again. "Guys, I really think we should turn back."

"Seriously, Dustin?" Lucas exclaimed. "You wanna be a baby, then go home already!"

"I'm just being realistic Lucas!"

"No, you're just being a big sissy."

"Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we're going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?"

I start to slow down once I heard something in the bushes.

"Dustin, shut up." Mike spoke up.

'Okay, thankfully, Mike must have heard it too.'

"I'm just saying, does that seem smart to you?"

"Dustin!" I snap. "Zip it!"

Now the rustling was loud and clear.

"Did you guys hear that?" Mike asks.

I just shake my head, looking around for the source of the noise. The rustling is louder than ever and we all turn in the direction it came from. All our flashlights pointed in that direction. Then we heard it again. It was right behind us. We whipped around to find a girl, with a buzz cut, wearing nothing but 'Benny's Burgers' T-shirt. We all stood there, mouths agape at this girl, shivering and cowering in fear.

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