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petertingle-yipyip · 2 years

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ANGEL BABY - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 2,037

Summary: Hell’s Kitchen’s badass, fearless vigilante is the literal opposite when drunk… Especially when his favorite person - his girlfriend - is around. (this piece is lowkey rushed bc i wrote it in like two hours but i kinda like it so)

Retail in Hell’s Kitchen was by far worse than retail anywhere else, and you were willing to bet your life savings on that.

All $72.43 of it.

If you got through one shift without someone throwing money at you or screaming at you, it was a great day at work. Not to mention that your coworkers constantly called off or just plain didn’t show, meaning your half shifts often got extended to full shifts and your full shifts added on overtime.

You were at your wits end with customers that day and were clocking out. As if on cue, your phone rang.

“Yeah?“ You humbled as you pressed the phone to your ear. You sighed loudly as the time clock buzzed at you and said you inputted your associate ID wrong.

“You’re a ball of sunshine.” Foggy answered. “Rough day?”

“If you consider people throwing a coffee at me, getting yelled at for not returning an item that didn’t even come from my store, someone leaving their dirty ass sandals in the shoe department, a different someone clogging the toilets with sensors and packaging after they stole shit, and touching someone’s wet shoes a rough day, then yes. I’ve had a rough day, Foggy.”

The time clock finally dinged and showed you were officially clocked out. You made a face to yourself and headed out the break room.

“Yeah, that sounds bad.. Wait, why were they wet?”

“I didn’t ask and the way those kids giggled about it told me I shouldn’t have…”

“That’s… disturbing.”

“What’s up? Why'd you call?”

“You coming to Matt’s tonight still, right? Me and Karen are going when we leave here.”

You sighed heavily as you waved to coworkers on your way out the door.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda tired and I smell like coffee and I’m sticky.”

“You say that like Matt doesn’t have a shower and wouldn’t let you borrow his clothes.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like aski-“

“He’s gonna offer as soon as you walk in.” He cleared his throat to prepare his imitation of Matt. “Here, Y/N. Wear this hoodie so you can be comfortable. Do you need anything else? I’ll give you all my stuff, just say the word.”

You laughed as you got into your car.

“That sounds just like him.” You smiled.

“Thank you. I’ve been working on that… So you’re coming?”

You sighed once again. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”

“Yes!” He announced happily.

“Alright, I gotta go. See you in a bit.”

You ended the call and took the short drive over to Matt’s. Once you got there, you grabbed your now sticky purse and headed up to your boyfriend’s apartment. You knocked a quick three taps before walking in and announcing your arrival.

“Hey!” You called, dropping your bag and keys by the door. “Today was terrible so please don’t ask.” You laughed weakly.

“Clothes are already in the bathroom for you, sweetheart.” Matt answered from the couch, pointing towards his bathroom.

“I love you.” You said happily, leaning over the back to kiss his cheek. “How’d you know?” You quirked a brow.

“I could smell the coffee on you as soon as you got to this floor.”

“Ah.” You nodded in understanding. “It’s shitty coffee, too.”

“Yeah, it is.” He laughed. “Foggy and Karen should be here soon, alright?”

“I’ll be quick.”

Matt turned to face you and took your hand. “Take your time, Y/N/N.”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead before practically running to the bathroom. You threw your still damp clothes across the room and hopped in, letting the warm water wash away the sticky feeling on your skin, both from the coffee and the overall terrible day at work. You toweled off and changed into the clothes Matt left out for you. The clothes were still warm and smelled like his laundry detergent.

When you stepped back into the living room, you were greeted by Karen and Foggy. Open bottles of liquor were scattered across the coffee table and empty beer bottles were piling up around them. Half full glasses were in everyone’s hands and Foggy was yelling about the perfect playlist. It made you realize just how long you took in the shower, which hadn’t felt that long while you were in there.

You dropped in beside Matt and chuckled as he threw his arm over your shoulders. He pulled you into his chest and held you tightly, resting his chin on top of your head. You made a small noise of surprise when he grabbed you, your hands landing on his forearm as he tugged you.

“I love you.” He mumbled into your hair. “I love you so much.”

“I love y-“ You tried to sit up as you talked but he pulled you back, allowing a strange sound to escape you. “Matt, can I- Can I get up?” You laughed.

“No.” He whined and wrapped a second arm around you.

“Matthew!” You laughed as he squeezed you. You kicked your feet slightly and tugged his arm. “Let me up!”

“No, you’re mine.” He complained.

“Yeah, I know.” You gave in, collapsing against him. “I’m stuck, aren’t I?”

“You guys are so cute.” Karen said softly as she handed you a half full glass, clearly not as drunk as your male counterparts.

“Y’know he’s a big ass softie.” You teased and took a sip, reaching up to poke his cheek. “He acts all cool and tough when he’s DD, but he’s nothing but a teddy bear.”

Matt’s hand came and covered your mouth, though it only made you laugh more. You peaked up and saw him smiling proudly. You rolled your eyes, despite your own amusement.

“This song.” Foggy said suddenly, drawing out the two syllables. “Oooooh, I love this song!”

Matt took his hand away and replaced it across your chest, tapping his hands against you to match the song. Foggy stood and pulled Karen with him, swaying awkwardly to the slow music.

“What do you know about Ritchie Valens?” You laughed as you watched your friend stumble over his own feet.

Foggy turned and shushed you, making you giggle more and nearly choke on the rest of your drink.

“C’mon.” You slid the drink to the table and tapped Matt’s arms. “Dance with me.”

He groaned and dropped his head back, making a small noise of protest. You scoffed and pried his arms off you so you could get to your feet. He whined a complaint and chased after you, falling over on the couch cushions with a huff.

“Let’s go, twinkle toes. Get up.” You laughed and pushed him gently with your knee. “I know you’ll dance when it’s me asking so come on. Up.”

He closed his eyes and held out his hands, making little grabby gestures that made you facepalm. You heard Karen laughing from behind you, but you weren’t sure if it was at Matt or Foggy.

“How much did you guys drink already?” You laughed in amazement as you hauled your boyfriend to his feet.

“Pffffffft.” Matt answered, leaning most of his body weight against you. “Not-“ He hiccuped. “Not even that much.”

“Did you guys eat today?” You tried.

“Barely anything.” Karen answered with a sigh and a smile.

“That explains everything.” You nodded and slid out from under Matt’s arms.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned your head against his chest. His cheek rested on the top of your head as his arms surrounded your waist and kept

you close. Together, you two moved gently to the old guitar sounds that filled the room.

“I swear by everything I own, you’ll always, always be mine.” Matt sang gently, low enough that only you were supposed to hear.

You hummed softly to the music with Matt’s hands running gently up and down your back. He stepped back to take your hand and spin you as the song changed, causing you to giggle as you came back against his chest and began your sway again. One hand came to your face, his thumb tracing your features gently.

“I love you.” He said quietly, a dopey smile on his face.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned.” You teased and he frowned, to which you chuckled and leaned into his touch. “I love you too.”

“When you are near me, my heart skips a beat.” You sang with a smile. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, trying to bite back a smile of his own. “Because I love you, I love you, I do.”

Matt’s own grin seemed to grow wider as you repeated the words to him.

“My Angel Baby.” He said sweetly before he kissed you again, an enamored expression on his face when he pulled away.

“This song was playing when we met.” You noted as he spun you slowly. “Remember?”

“How could I forget?” He chuckled and pulled you to him. One hand pressed on the small of your back to keep you close and the other held your hand. He brought your hand to his lips for a gentle kiss as you two danced. “Foggy’s graduation party… You came with his sister.”

“Candace introduced us.” You nodded.

“But this song didn’t play when we met.”

“Yes it did.”

“Nuh-uh.” He shook his head with a playful smirk.

“Trust me. I know it was when we met.” You nodded confidently.

“It was playing when I fell in love with you.” He corrected, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Looks like it was the same moment then, huh?” You smiled.

“Love at first sight.” He chuckled.

“There’s the blind joke.” You leaned back and laughed, Matt offering a shit eating grin in return.

Matt walked you two back to the couch and pulled you to sit with him. You let out a surprised laugh, throwing your arms around his shoulders quickly and his arms snaked around your waist. You buried your face into the crook of his neck to laugh and smacked his chest gently.

“Y/N?” He said with a lazy smile, leaning his chin against your arm.

“Yes?” You gently ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing the wild strands.

“You’re just perfect. You know that?”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“You are.” He pouted.

“I believe you.” You nodded absently.

He huffed and dropped his head against your shoulder. You shook your head with a light laugh and patted his back gently. Matt squeezed your sides, making you jump in his laugh and he giggled.

“So sweet.” He mumbled against you, slowly falling to lay on the couch with every word he said. “So gentle… So loving.”

“Matt?” You tried as he began dragging you down, though he chose to ignore you.

“Such a pretty voice.. I love hearing you talk. Say something else.”

“Matt.” You tried again and reached for the opposite arm of the couch.

He sighed contently. “I love when you say my name. Say it again.”

“No, no. Hon, we’re goin’ down.” You moved to sit up but Matt only pulled you closer, forcing you two to finally flattening out on the couch.

You sighed and stared at the ceiling, one arm pinned under Matt and the other hung lazily over the arm he had wrapped around you. You craned your neck to see your friends, now sitting on the floor by the arm chairs. Karen offered you a grin and a thumbs up, Foggy nearly falling over as he aggressively did the same gesture.

You chuckled and turned to see Matt. His eyes were closed though his fingers drew letters against your skin, as if he hadn’t said the phrase enough that night.

I L-O-V-E Y-O-U.

“Matty, Matty, Matty.” You sighed playfully, earning a hum of response from him. “What am I going to do with you?”

He rolled himself on top of you, not releasing the grip he had around your waist. You coughed out a laugh before dropping one hand to his back and the other in his hair. You shook your head fondly and began moving your fingers in gentle patterns. It didn’t take long for the action to put him to sleep, you quickly following suit.

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marsgod · 2 years

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Hi!!

May i request this with Azul,Riddle,Ruggie,Leona and Malleus please?

you sure can!

| Info you need! v

PT of this with Dorm leaders + Ruggie!

Warnings; cussing, N/A

RUGGIE doesn’t think about kissing, to be completely honest, not just you specifically but anyone. If he does, it’s an impulse thought, not a clear “Oh i wanna actually do that with someone”, so yeah no, he won’t just immediately be jumping after you for affection.

After awhile, there’s a chance of developing a crush, but that’s still a maybe. He only realized he has a crush after looking back and realizing, “Oh, I do wanna kiss them” after he thinks about kissing you a lot more than anyone else.

and after THAT realization? He attempts to court you, hybrid means, human means, any way he could possibly think to do so. Otherwise, he will stare at you, but don’t worry, he’s just looking at your lips.

AZUL doesn’t understand social cues, usually not until it’s hours past whatever happened, happened.

So, maybe you got too close to his face for one reason or another and he didn’t realize why so he panicked and almost leaned in to kiss you, luckily for him, he backed out almost immediately. Not necessarily because he picked up that that wasn’t what he was supposed to do, just because he wasn’t ready to kiss anyone yet, after that though? All he can think about is that, partially out of realizing that’s not where that was supposed to go and also wow fuck that’s how he wished it’d go.

RIDDLE doesn’t have experience with.. Well, anyone, much less romantically. Since his whole life was planned, he hadn’t thought to attempt in making romantic connections or any of the like, so the thought of it to Riddle is scandalous in itself.

Maybe you’d gotten a bit too close to his face, teased him, or maybe he’d plainly had a dream, but no matter what, he’s very offended you (or dream you) would insinuate that he’d want to do that. You’re not wrong, but he’s still very offended.

After said situation, Riddle will stay on his bed, stiff as a soldier, red faced and internally screaming. He doesn’t move, just stares at the ceiling and eventually passes out.

MALLEUS thinks about kissing you often, the “How it started” is extremely foggy, but he often fantasizes about romantic scenarios of the both of you sharing some serene moment and sharing kisses under the moon or sun. Whichever comes first, he’s not picky, but by all the gods please kiss him deeply.

Yes, he stays awake at night thinking about it, and yes he writes down everything that happens in his journal so he can look back upon it at a later and frequent date.

LEONA, being, y’know, Leona, he probably dreamt it up before anything else. That or dug his own grave with his own teasing, getting close with a smirk but he thinking about it often after.

Does he try to hide it? Not really, he teases you about it like you had some type of control over him dreaming about you, but at least he makes this easier job than most of them?

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tpwkwriter · 2 years

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Drowsy

• shit ton of fluff ☁️

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The tourbus had been going for what felt like 5 hours now, Mitch, sarah, Jeff and H were sat around sharing conversations which slowly died down to comfortable silence, while y/n had been napping in her bunk of the bus for nearly 4 and a half hours.

The night prior she was up all night enjoying Harrys first concert of the tour, giving it all the energy she had, weather it was screaming the lyrics to kiwi or sobbing to words of Matilda, she and Harry both knew she wouldn’t miss it.

The only problem was that meant her adrenaline was on a constant high until late hours of the mornings, so soon enough she was going to crash, that didn’t stop her lover from being worried.

“Jus gonna check on y/n” he confirms getting out of his seat

“Leave the poor girl to sleep” Jeff answered.

“M’jus checking”

Once he got to your bunk, he carefully peeled back the thin curtain that shielded the girl during her slumber, the foreign light caused her to stir and her eyes to flutter.

“Hey m’baby” he softly speaks

“You all good hmm?” He adds pressing a kiss to her clamy forehead.

“Mhmm” she hummed

“Your burning in here m’honey”

“How long have I been in here?” She barely mumbles

“Near enough four hours, s’why I wanted to check in” he continues

A small smile creeps on the girls face.

“Wanna come get some fresh air love?”

“Okay” she softly smiles

Instinctively he sticks out his arm for her to balance on while she climbs out her middle bunk.

“Easy baby” he assured

Once the girl is on her feet he slings his arm around her waist and slowly directs her to the sofas where he previously was.

“Hello sleeping beauty” Sarah smiles

Y/n smiles in her answer and slowly sits down on the sofa and automatically leans straight back into H.

“Have summat to drink lovie” he says handing her a bottle of water.

“Thank you H”

“Enjoy the show then, y/n?” Mitch asked

“Bit too much I think” she blushed, her mind still foggy with drowsyness and sleep.

“Knackered now” she added

Moments of socialising where shared through the small group and within 30 minutes they finally made it to the hotel where most the crew opted to stay and so did both the couples.

His arm stayed wrapped around the tired girls waist while he was adamant of taking both of the bags back too there room knowing y/n was still laced with sleep.

“In we go baby” he muttered placing there bags down.

“Get you comfy, then you can sleep”

Just in a tee that was definitely Harry’s she lazily crawls into the sheets and automatically feel 10x more sleepy.

After getting ready for bed H makes sure the girl is comfy and is well hydrated before switching the life and skipping in next to her.

“Love you Harry, goodnight” she whispered snuggling in to his side.

And as if on cue her heavy eyelids droop down and she’s off into dreamland.

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br-uwu-cewayne · 2 years

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Today I'm thinking about the big Wayne Birthday Bashes, like. He probably does a nice intimate family thing at home on the day off, but the night before is probably always some big Brucie Wayne party, so everyone can lose their shit at midnight screaming happy birthday and fireworks go off and yada yada yada.

Like basically the same as the big Wayne New Year's galas but less formal and even more drunk.

But basically the reason I'm thinking about this is like. I'm getting the warm fuzzies imagining like. Bruce is at the party already tired but still playing the part, looking around for WHERE the FUCK have his sons gone he needs SOMEONE to socialize with for a bit who's not a completely vapid socialite or slimy politician for a bit, and he's already played his "a reasonable amount of time for Brucie to want to talk to Commissioner Gordon" card.

And Alfred's just like hmmmnn sorry can't help you don't know where they went. So he's LOOKIN' but can find them. Then the event emcee gets on stage and things quiet down as he steps up to the mic and clears his throat.

"And now, a special announcement from-" [squints at cue card] "-the 'Official First Ward of Wayne' and 'Best Ass in Gotham-"

"More like the biggest ass!" Babs hollers with scornful humor from the sidelines somewhere amidst the giggles of tipsy partygoers. A few folks holler and whistle while others jokingly call for a recount.

"This is Nightwing slander and you know it!"

Bruce couldn't say for sure, but he's pretty certain that was Dick's own voice. He scans the crowd again, but to no avail.

He is beginning to regret having started the boys in those bright colors.

"-settle down, settle down! Ahem - today marks a most important occasion. Not just the birthday of our beloved Brucie-" Bruce plays to crowd, winking and waving as they clap and whistle for him now, making sure to keep every trace of his growing suspicion and concern from showing through. "-but also the FIRST of said birthdays in which our dear baby brother has FINALLY reached five full feet of height. As such, we are thrilled to announce a very special inaugural presentation - the very first traditional Wayne Family Father/Sons dance! If you would please, clear the ballroom floor. This... could get messy."

The crowd drifts to the sides of the room with scattered applause, a bit unsure but going with the flow. Bruce frowns, still seeing no trace of his boys, and whispers hurridly to Alfred from the corner of his mouth.

"I've... heard of father/daughter dances, but never father/s- wait, sons as in plural?"

Alfred shoots him a wry grin, but before there's even a chance for a response their are two broad hands smacking firmly into Bruce's chest and yanking him back - Dick and Jason, having used his confusion to successfully sneak up behind him, tugging him into a sturdy wooden chair. He's not even finished coughing from the impact before the world is tilting beneath him. Reflexively, he grabs onto the side edges of the seat as it lifts.

Dick, Jason, Tim... each of them grab a leg off the chair and hoist it up. With Bruce's weight, it pitches forward towards the left corner for just a moment as Damian slips into place - still a touch too short for cradling the remaining leg against his shoulders like the other boys, but his Robin training means even his extended grip is sturdy enough for their purposes.

"Alright, HIT IT boys!" Tim calls out, the group spurring into motion before Bruce can collect himself and demand to be put down. Various members of the waitstaff Alfred hired are suddenly ditching their serving trays for instruments. First, a slow, circling melody from a single Klezmer... then another joins... two more... it picks up speed... a fiddle... faster... the audience begins to clap in time, and before he can really even register what's happening Bruce is being and spun and dipped and almost thrown across the floor by his sons.

There's... a brief flash of memory. Foggy, the way things are when you're just a bit too young to fully recall. Some kind of family party... his mother's cousin. Uncle? Someone. everyone out on the dance floor... tiny Bruce, absolutely fascinated by what they were doing. His mother, exhausted after the event but still listening to him babble on about what he thought was so cool... still picking him up with a smile and throwing him around just the laughing man in the chair...

And now, it's his birthday. And he's the one laughing in the chair. And it's his family. His boys. Lifting him up. Spinning him around. He fills his heart swell almost to burst. Has to fight a sentimental tear from his eye.

Until, at least, he hears Jason holler "ALRIGHT! As agreed! First one to unseat him takes the whole kit and kaboodle!!!"

Oh ho ho. Alright then, boys. It's on.

#brucie wayne #bruce wayne #batman #jewish bruce wayne #the batfamily #batfamily

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jellybear455 · 1 year

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Let me heal you - Neteyam x reader (Part 9)

a/n: Guess what? Stop guessing this is the second last chapter! Also wayyy too many of these are ending with Stela passing out. Gotta work on that.

Characters are aged up.

Warnings: a LOT of spoilers (don't come at me for it), Lo'ak being a shxawng, violence, injury

Readers name is Stela, and uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1365

Previous part

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Passing out was not fun. I hope to avoid it in the future. Two times is enough.

When I pushed through the foggy, dream-like state of half-consciousness and forced my heavy eyelids open, the first thing I notice is the pounding of my head, and the bright light reflecting off the water. Then it is my wrists, bound to a railing. Beside me, Lo’ak kneels, stock still. Tsireya and Tuk struggle on my other side. The tulkun murderer has his gun pressed to the back of Lo’ak’s head, and is gazing out to sea, where a flock of Ilu are gathered, carrying an army of Metkayina.

The murderer says something in English. He speaks into a small device, one that I recognise as Lo’ak’s, which he used to call his father earlier. One Ilu, holding a slightly bluer Na’vi, inches forward. It is Jake Sully. He barely makes it halfway before Bayakan leapt out of the water and soared through the air.

The Avatar raise their guns, shooting at him in a panic, but do not pierce his armour. A laugh bubbles up and out of my throat as the tulkun lands on the ship with a crash, flapping his fins. Sky people are knocked down left and right.

Raising his gun, the murderer staggers to his feet beside me. I kick him, hard, in the back of his knee, and he is on the floor again. He glares at me, holding us his weapon again, before becoming distracted by an explosion rocking the boat. Bayakan dives back into the water. Avatar and sky people abandon the deck in favour of joining the battle, and the four of us are left unsupervised.

I scan the deck, eyes locking on the knife I had dropped before. This is our chance to escape. I stretch out my leg, attempting to grasp it between my toes. Tsireya watched intently, and Tuk urges me to hurry. Just as I grip the knife, a second explosion sounds, and the boat begins to rock violently.

“No, no, no.” I mutter, watching as the knife slides away.

The ship lurches forward, and crashes into a rock, soaring into the air. Tuk screams, and Lo’ak is thrown into me. Sky people are thrown overboard, and we are saved by the restraints holding us to the bar. The boat hits the water again, and we hit the metal deck, hard. I cry out in pain, for my knees are surely bleeding. The ship tilts at an abnormal angle, and sirens sound. We are sinking.

“What do we do?” Tuk cries, tugging on her restraints, and searching for any way to escape.

“We wait,” I said, pressing my shoulder to hers in what I hoped to be a comforting way. “Someone will come to get us. Be brave, little Tuk.”

As if on cue, Neteyam hurls himself over the side of the ship, brandishing a knife.

“Brother!” Lo’ak shouts, and Tuk cries with relief.

Neteyam frees Tsireya free first, sawing quickly at the bonds. Tuk is released next, and he pushes her towards Tsireya, urging them to get as far away from here as possible. He slices at my restraints, then Lo’ak’s. His arm goes to my waist, guiding me to where Tsireya and Tuk disappeared to. Lo’ak runs in the other direction.

“Lo’ak, what are you doing?” Neteyam calls.

“They’ve got Spider. Come on.” He says, taking a gun from the Avatar lying nearby. Neteyam does not move. “We can’t leave him.”

Neteyam hissed, then turns to me. “Go. Follow Tsireya. I will find you.”

“No.” I do not know what spider is, but I will not let Neteyam out of my sight again. “I am coming, my Teyam.”

He is silent. Then, he presses his lips to mine. The brief touch is not enough. “Fine. Stay close.”

Soon, we are shimmying along the pipes on the ceiling of the boat. My head and knees throb, but I do not care. The sooner we find the spider, the sooner we can get out of here. Below us, a group of sky people rush through. Among them, is a young boy, wearing a cloth and blue war paint. The spider is a human boy.

Neteyam drops down on top of one of the sky people, throwing him over the railing. Lo’ak follows suit, taking out another. I hit the floor, unsure. I watch the three boys take out the sky people. Then, I spot one on them raise his gun at Neteyam. I dive, knocking the weapon out of his hands and ripping off his mask. I single punch to the face knocks him out cold.

Looking up, I see Neteyam, his eyes sending me a silent thank you. I nod in response. He helps me up, and we face the Spider.

“Thanks guys.” He says with a nod. His Na’vi is clear and fluent, as though he has been speaking it all his life.

The moment is over quickly, as Lo’ak spots the murderer stalking the ship, and raises his gun. Neteyam shoves him along, his hand in mine, and we take shelter behind a wall as shots ring out. He takes Lo’ak’s gun and fires. I do not know if he shot anything, because he is ushering his brother over the railing and into the water. The spider goes first, and Lo’ak follows, swallowing his objections.

“My Teyam!” I shout over the pinging of metal on metal.

“Go!” He yells back.

I run and throw myself over the railing. Shots ring out above me, but I am home free. Neteyam crashes into the water behind me. Lo’ak whoops in celebration, and I can not help but laugh. I can see Tsireya approaching on an Ilu. I turn to face Neteyam, and my grin fades. He is struggling to stay afloat, and the water around him is stained red.

“No!” I rush to him and pull his arm across my shoulders. “He is shot! Tsireya, help me.”

Lo’ak mounts the Ilu, pulling Neteyam across his knees. The rest of us hold on to what ever we can as the Ilu tears through the water. Fear settles into my chest as we come to a halt by some rocks and pull Neteyam up and out of the water. What if I cannot heal him? Or if I lose consciousness before I can finish the job?

Lo’ak screams for his father, who scrambles to reach us, immediately rolling Neteyam over to check for an exit wound. Blood seeps out the back of his chest.

“Get out of the way,” I command, placing one hand underneath Neteyam and one on his chest, either side of the bullet wound. He groans from pain. “I know, tìyawn (love), I know. Just stay awake for me.”

“Syulang,” Neteyam mutters.

“Sh, my Teyam. Do not speak. You will be alright.” I told him, ignoring the tears running down my face as my hands began to glow.

Neytiri collapsed on the other side of him, a sob escaping her. I remember how she comforted me as I cried. I can comfort her now, by keeping Neteyam alive. My hands get hot, and my vision is blurry. If it is from the tears, or my powers, I do not know.

Neteyam gasps for breath. “I want to go home.”

“It’s okay, we are going home. We’re going home.” Jake reassured him.

“Stay with me, my Teyam.” I urged, fighting to stay awake.

“Stela,” He panted. “I…”

The light disappeared from his eyes. I scream ripped at my throat. No, no, he would not die, not on my watch. I poured every ounce of my power into him, begging for Eywa to help me now, even if it killed me instead. Neytiri sobbed from beside me, and her grief only fuelled me. I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t feel anything except for Neteyam and the slow beating of his heart. He would not die. He would not. I screamed again, battling the to urge to sleep.

Then, gently, he began to breathe. His heart rate sped up and gasped in relief. Then, the heat in my hands disappeared, and I let myself go.

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 4 months

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Solar Opposites in: Ultra Opposites Episode #15: “New Ultra Opposites Pt. 2” (by @avaveevo)

When we last saw our heroes, they escape the wrath from a furious Romelle. Now, the heroes landed on a foggy Rocky Mountain as they catch their breath

Jamie/Firey: What were you thinking? I mean, stealing the orb?!

Darcy/Miss Darcina: Yeah Chloe. We were supposed to earn Romelle’s trust, not steal from her!

Princess Chloe sighs.

Princess Chloe: sigh Look I am sorry. I didn’t have a choice okay?

Solar Flare starts flaring up.

Terry/Solar Flare: Are you nuts? What you did back there was out of line! I had no idea you would go this low!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Honey, calm down.

Princess Chloe: Well, I am doing the best I can, Solar Flare! Ugh! Sometimes I wonder why you’re all heroes in the first place! You’re all too useless and think about yourselves! How lazy can you all be anyway?!

Solar Flare snaps.

Terry/Solar Flare: Hey don’t talk about my family and my friends like that! Judging from the way you are acting, you’re the only princess who doesn’t trust us heroes!

Princess Chloe’s anger flares up.

Princess Chloe: WELL MAYBE WE WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER OFF WITHOUT FUCK UP HEROES LIKE YOU!

Solar Flare gasps and starts to tear up. The rest of the Ultra Opposites are shock, saddened, disgusted and furious over what Chloe said. Princess Chloe is shocked at what she said

Princess Chloe: Terry… I-

Solar Flare: I just can't be here right now...

Princess Chloe: But Terry, let me explain-

Solar Flare: JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

Solar Flare then turns into his Mundane form and punches Princess Chloe to the floor as he runs off in tears without a word. Ms. Perez and the rest of the Ultra Opposites look at Chloe in disgust.

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: What the fuck is the matter with you?!

Cherie/Agent Red: You heartless royal fuck! How could you?!

Nova/Lady Roseus: How could you say that about our friend?! And to us?!

Princess Chloe: Wait a minute! I can explain-

Yumyulack/Psylock: What is with you, your highness, don't take your anger out on us, we all stuck together because our newfound friendship and relationships really mattered, but I guess I was wrong...

Darcy/Miss Darcina: Yeah, look Chloe, you're a cool Princess and all... But that wasn't cool, your highness. That was totally out of line. You... You've become a cold person! All head and no heart!

Princess Chloe snaps.

Princess Chloe: Ugh! Look, just-

Ms. Perez slaps Chloe in the face as Chloe screams, much to the other Ultra Opposites’ surprise and Mia’s smitten.

Mia: smitten whistle

Legendary Super Shlorpian slaps Princess Chloe in the face

Princess Chloe: Ow! What was that for?

Ms. Perez: For hurting my friend's feelings.

Princess Chloe: But they-

Ms. Perez: I don't wanna hear it, okay?! What is your problem, Princess?! You had no right to yell at Terry and the others like that! And you had no right to treat us like that too! You’ve changed! All you care about is yourself! And you know what? Terry’s right! You're not the same princess everyone know anymore, and Terry’s feelings are probably hurt now! So what are you now? her face turns into a sad look ...Certainly not the princess everyone knew and loved. But if you feel like you're better without heroes and friends, you can be alone all you want now…

Princess Chloe gasp in remorse.

Princess Chloe: Ultra Opposites, wait! Give me another chance! I-

Kevin/The Flamethrower: I think you've said enough already.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Yeah! Yeah princess, it's too late, the damage has already been done…

Everyone leaves. Electra gives the princess a cold look. Princess Chloe sighs. Later, Ms. Perez sighs as she looks up at the sky while Mia watches her.

Ms. Perez: takes a deep breath I just need to clear my head….

Mia: Ms. Perez?

Cue Song:

[MS. PEREZ, spoken]

I just need to clear my head and start... fresh. (sigh)

[MS. PEREZ]

Gotta be unique but gotta blend in

Hide my inner geek and keep pretendin'

Gotta keep ’em laughin'

Though I'm only half in

Gotta put a show on ’til I know they like me

Gotta be aloof, make a good impression

Gotta hide the proof of my self expression

Never be revealing

Gotta be appealing

Suddenly I'm feeling

Like I'm getting so

[IMAGINARY MONSTER]

Small

[MS. PEREZ]

Breaking into little pieces

Losing power

[IMAGINARY MONSTER]

Getting weaker

[MS. PEREZ]

Gotta do whatever plеases

'Til they let mе in

So we try to be more than enough

Trying to be strong and tough

Try to be something we're not

Try to fit a different plot

Proving we're bold

Without causing a fuss

We're trying so hard to be us

Will it ever be enough?

Gotta be unique but gotta blend in

Hide my inner geek and keep pretendin'

Gotta keep ’em laughin’

Though I'm only half in

Gotta put a show on ’til I know they like me (like me)

[IMAGINARY MONSTER, UNDER Chorus]

Breaking into little pieces

Trying to be strong and tough

[BOTH]

Like me, l-like me, but I know there's nobody like me

[MS. PEREZ]

Doo-doo-doo-doo

So we try to be more than enough

[MS. PEREZ]

Trying to be strong and tough

[IMAGINARY MONSTER]

Try to be something we're not

[MS. PEREZ]

Try to fit a different plot

Proving we're bold without causing a fuss

[IMAGINARY MONSTER]

We’re trying too hard to be us

[MS. PEREZ]

We're already more than enough

[BOTH]

In a world where no one wears disguises

We would all be free

But being divided is what was decided

So that's how it has to be

*Suddenly Ms. Perez starts glowing as she starts to float up and looks at the city*

But if we try to uncover what's real

[MS. PEREZ

I'm already strong and tough

[BOTH]

Put down our armor and shield

[MS. PEREZ]

Gonna fit the plot I've got

[BOTH]

And just remember, you're never alone

If the back that you've got is your own

[MS. PEREZ]

Gotta be unique but gotta blend in (trying too hard to be us)

Hide my inner geek and keep pretendin'

Gotta keep 'em laughin'(trying too hard to be us)

Though I'm only half in

Gotta put a show on 'til I know they like me

*Then in a shocking moment, Ms. Perez’s clothes turns into her own Ultra Opposites form.*

No more trying too hard to be me

*Mia blushes lovingly*

'Cause that's one thing it's easy to be

Take the trying away and be free

'Cause it's their turn to try to see me

After she finishes singing, Ms. Perez, or whoever is she is now, looks around her outfit in surprise and shock while Mia comes up to her.

Mia: Woah. You look...beautiful...

Ms. Perez blushes then the other Ultra Opposites came in while looking for Solar Flare.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Ladies! We need to find Solar…. Huh?

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: No way…

Ms. Perez laughs and does a twirl.

Jesse/Electra: Ms. Perez?

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: What happened to you?!

Ms. Perez: Ms. Perez is gone. I'm Shout Out now!

Ms. Perez does her own superhero form as the other adults gasp in joy and then embrace her. Agent Red, Legendary Super Shlorpian, Master and Lady Roseus watch as they smile.

Jesse/Electra: Holy shit! One of our best teachers in the world is now one of us?! This is so cool!

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: Thanks

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: We can celebrate later. Right now we have to find Terry!

Lady Super Shlorpian uses her super sense and hears Mundane Solar Flare sobbing.

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Oh dear… I found him… and he is so heartbroken…

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: Oh no… poor Terry…

Jesse/Electra: Oh no...

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh my poor Terry… I can’t believe Chloe said something horrible like that… I would never want to say that to you guys…

Rest Of the Ultra Opposites: touched by the bottom of their hearts Aaaawww.

Nova/Lady Roseus: Come on. Let’s go comfort him…

The rest of the Ultra Opposites finds Mundane Solar Flare lying down, curled up while sobbing in his arms as they go up to him in concern and sadness.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Terry?

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Go away.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh Terry.

Mundane Solar Flare looks at his friends and family in sadness as he continues sobbing.

Sherbet/Violet: Are you okay?

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: I’m sorry guys… Chloe is right… it’s all my fault…

Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian gasps.

Cherie/Agent Red: Oh Terry.

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: No…

Kevin/The Flamethrower: Don’t blame yourself…

Jesse/Electra: Yeah. You were just trying to help…

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: But I'm a fuck-up.

Montez/The Master: Of course not.

Yumyulack/Psylock: That’s bullshit!

Nova/Lady Roseus: Yeah.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You're not a fuck-up.

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: Yeah. You're just trying too hard to be you.

Mundane Solar Flare looks at his husband weeping while Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian holds him and brings him close to him.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Shh. It’s okay my darling. We’re all here for you. Shh.

Mundane Solar Flare stops sobbing and hugs his husband while sighing lovingly.

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: You know, you're very warm, Korvy.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: We’re sorry Chloe said that about us. But you are not a fuck up

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: Yeah! You were the one who creates the Ultra Opposites and brought us together! I mean look at the past stuff you have done when you became Solar Flare!

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Like what?!

Montez/The Master: You saved me from Ophelia and brought peace to the Wall that freed us!

Mundane Solar Flare thinks about when he first became Solar Flare.

Yumyulack/Psylock: You stood up to that evil empress when Jesse and I were in danger with brave courage

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: You helped show me the light!

Nova/Lady Roseus: You even stood up to pirate when Jesse was in danger!

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: You even risk your life to save Korvo form Brian out of the love for him in your heart!

Daryl/Dark Matter: You were our inspiration Terry.

Mundane Solar Flare smiles.

Jaime/Firey: We believe in you dude.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: And Terry, we will never leave you. Ever. Because, we will always love you

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: cries with happiness Come here, Korvy!

The two superhero monster alien husbands kiss while the others hug him. Then, Mundane Solar Flare notice Shout Out

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Ms. Perez?

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: Hey Terry.

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: You’re an Ultra Opposites now?

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: giggles Yep. What do you think?

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: You look great!

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: Thanks.

Then, the gang looks up at the sky in determination.

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: You guys, I don’t know about you but we got a town to save!

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Let's kick some ass.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: Fuck yeah! Mia, come with us! This is your chance

Mia: Really? You mean it?

Jesse/Electra: Of course!

Janice/Master Smasher: H’no I think you do great y’know!

Mia smiles tearfully.

Mia: hugs Mundane Solar Flare Thank you…

Mundane Solar Flare smiles and hugs back.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Come on Ultra Opposites! Let’s go save our town!

And with that, the heroes take off to save the day while Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian helps carry Mia. Back with Princess Chloe, she is sobbing over what she has done and said, as well as being mean to the Ultra Opposites.

Princess Chloe: tearfully What have I done? I ruined everything! There’s no chance to save the planets now… it’s all my fault…

Suddenly, Ophelia appears

Ophelia: Got ya!

Princess Chloe screams. Ophelia grabs the princess and traps her in the cage.

Ophelia: You’re mine now.

Princess Chloe: No no…

Back with the Ultra Opposites, Psylock looks at Lady Super Shlorpian.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Hey Aunt Janiz?

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Yes?

Yumyulack/Psylock: Since when did you receive your own suit?

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: I honestly don’t know but…it feels nice to be able to have one.

Flashback shows Janiz looking out the window as she sees Terry leave to rescue Korvo. Suddenly, an icy pink orb piece makes its way as it merges with Janiz who wasn’t looking. As Janiz feels the sensation, she suddenly develop ice pink breath as she gasp. She then grows determined and leaves while the others follow her. The flashback ends as Janiz smiles.

Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: But I felt like something woke in me, like another orb piece

Lady Super Shlorpian wipes away a tears. Suddenly, a reference to the first Incredibles movie, Cherie gets a phone call from Pezlie’s babysitter.

Cherie/Agent Red: Hello?

Baby sister: voicemail Hi this is Amy. I want you to know that you baby is in good hands, she has special needs. I’m so glad you in that replacement and…

Cherie/Agent Red: Replacement?! I didn’t call for a replacement!

Sherbet/Violet: What’s wrong, Agent Red?

Cherie/Agent Red: It’s Pezile’s babysitter.

Montez/The Master: What did she say?

Cherie/Agent Red: Something about a replacement.

Agent Red then gasp. Later, the Ultra Opposites raced to Cherie’s house where they gasp upon seeing Pezlie held captive by Ophelia and Robo Korvo.

Cherie/Agent Red: Pezlie! No!

Solar Flare notices Robo Korvo.

Ophelia: Shh. The baby’s sleeping…

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh my god! You made an evil robotic version of my husband?! That’s fucking sick! Nobody messes with the Shlorpian I loved and married!

Legendary Super Shlorpian blushes.

Cherie/Agent Red: Give me back my daughter you bitch!

Ophelia: Make me.

Suddenly, Pezlie wakes up and starting crying as tears fall down her eyes, and suddenly, Ophelia’s skin burns as she screams and lets go of Pezlie. Lady Super Shlorpian then turns into her Super Shlorpian form and grabs Pezlie.

Super Shlorpian Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Got ya!

Pezlie giggles but suddenly starts glowing tickle me pink as she coos. Then, after the glow fades, Pezlie received her own super suit as Agent Red catches her.

Cherie/Agent Red: Pezlie?

Pezlie/???: giggles Mama! Mama!

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh my God! She’s adorable!

Jesse/Electra: D’aw, an Ultra Opposites baby….

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: What should her superhero name be?

Cherie/Agent Red: How about La Oscuridad? Because, of her painful tears that burns people’s skin off?

Pezlie, now La Oscuridad, does her cute superhero baby pose as she giggles. Then, Ophelia wakes up and growls.

Jesse/Electra: That could work!

Ophelia: It’s too late Opposites! I have Princess Chloe locked up! Fight me and I will release her!

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh we fucking will!

As Ophelia and Robo Korvo flies off, the heroes nod at each other as they make a resolve.

Terry/Solar Flare: You know what? Sure Chloe made mistakes, but we should still forgive her!

Montez/The Master: I agree!

Principal Cooke/Super Cooke: I agree. Like Korvo said, heroes always make mistakes and get on each other’s nerves. But they always make up

Legendary Super Shlorpian smiles.

Darcy/Miss Darcina: Good point! It would be hard for a hero to give up anyway.

Miss Frankie/Shadow Lady: No one serves to be left out in the cold cruel world. Chloe may have hurted us, but we should still forgive her. Let’s go save her guys!

Jesse/Electra: Yay!

Rest of the Ultra Opposites: Alright! Let’s do this! Let’s go do the right thing! Let’s kick some fucking ass! We go this! Woo-hoo! We can do this guys! Yay!

Terry/Solar Flare: You did good, Korv.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Thanks dear. Now let’s go save the world!

We then cut to Ophelia’s fortress.

Ophelia: It’s too late Princess… I once had friendship… but I was turned away after I realized I was unfit to rule… let’s face it.. you abandoned them… you’re just like me… a princess… all alone… no power.. face it princess… friendship has failed you…

Princess Chloe: Why are you doing this?

Ophelia: For revenge. As here to the throne, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I knew I preferable of course but sadly that went to Sabine. Then I heard about the cosmic and decide to take it. But, then the four aliens beat me to it.

Cue the song Open Up Your Eyes:

[Ophelia]

It's time you learned a lesson

It's time that you understand

Don't ever count on anybody else In this or any other land

I once hoped for friendship

To find a place among my kind

But those were the childish wishes

Of someone who was blind

Open up your eyes! See the world from where I stand!

Me, among the mighty...

You caged at my command...

Open up your eyes! Give up your sweet fantasy land!

It's time to grow up and get wise

Come, now, little one

Open up your eyes

We all start out the same

With simple naïve trust

Shielded from the many ways

That life's not fair or just

But then there comes a moment

A simple truth that you must face

If you depend on others

You'll never find your place

And as you take that first step

Upon a path that's all your own

You see it all so clearly

The best way to survive is all alone

Open up your eyes!

See the world from where I stand!

Me, among the mighty...

You caged at my command...

Open up your eyes! And behold the faded lights!

It's time to grow up and get wise

Come, now, little one Open up your eyes!

Open up your eyes!

The song ends as Princess Chloe finally realize how horrible she has treated the Ultra Opposites.

Ophelia: It’s too late now… no heroes to help you… no queen to save you… face it princess… these heroes have failed you…

Terry/Solar Flare: Hold it right there!

Princess Chloe and Ophelia gasp upon seeing the Ultra Opposites and Mia.

Princess Chloe: Ultra Opposites!

Ophelia: And Perez?!

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: It’s Shout Out!

Ophelia: Oh, whatever! Robo Korvo, demolish them!

Robo Korvo nods and get into a fighting stance. The heroes nod at each other as they get ready to fight.

Terry/Solar Flare: eyes glow orange Let’s go!

Ophelia: What the?!

Solar Flare’s skin turns black as he grows muscular. He then grows bigger as his suits and boots rip apart into pieces. Finally, Solar Flare finishes turning into his Mundane form as he roars. Legendary Super Shlorpian blushes and grows horny because of Mundane Solar Flare.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Damn honey. You have so turned on right now…

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: Wow! I had no idea Terry can do that!

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Aw, thanks babe.

Yumyulack/Psylock: What the fuck are we waiting here for?! Let’s go kick some ass! Guys, roll out!

All: Yeah!

The heroes then get into a big fight with Ophelia. Lady Roseus uses her gift powers that made confetti. Then, Miss Darcina pummels the guards with her strength while Super Shlorpian Lady Super Shlorpian uses her ice powers to slow the guards down

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Good job, sis!

Super Shlorpian Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Thanks bro! Agent Red, La Oscuridad, Flamethrower, Violet and Master! Now!

Cherie/Agent Red: You got it!

Agent Red uses her martial arts, that kicks the guards towards La Oscuridad who cries out her painful tears, then Flamethrower blows fire on the guards’ ass, Violet changes colors to confused the guards and kicks them to Master, who uses his psychotic powers to blast tjem away. Agent Red hugs La Oscuridad in joy!

Cherie/Agent Red: D’aw, Pezlie’s first bad guy!

Pezlie/La Oscuridad: giggling

Ophelia: Stop fucking sucking up to that kid!

Shadow Lady throws her weaponry at the guard as they duck but then got blast by the brai waves caused by Psylock and Dark Matter and then they kiss. The guards then got shoot by Super Cooke’s laser eyes. Firey uses his fire powers to burn the floor which made the guards fell as they get by Electra’s electric wrecking ball.

Jesse/Electra: You just got Electra’d!

Ultra Man and Master Smasher then combine their strength powers and throws a beak at the guards. Master Smasher gives Ultra Man a kiss on the cheek as he blushes. The guards then look up and see Shout Out standing near them.

Guard: Uh, what can she do?

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: This!

Shout Out uses her screaming powers that blast the guards away. But, Robo Korvo is still standing.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Bring it on you knock off!

Robo Korvo: Must eliminate.

Legendary Super Shlorpian turns into his Super Shlorpian form as he starts to fight with Robo Korvo. Mia then sees the keys and sneaks past Ophelia as she secretly grabs the keys and unlocks the cage Princess Chloe is in.

Mia: Hold on.

Princess Chloe: Thank you.

Suddenly, Ophelia shoots a ball at Mia, but Mia uses her new powers and shoots a beam that destroys Ophelia’s fireball.

Ophelia: Damn it!

Suddenly, Mia starts glowing neon green as it consumes her, as the light fades, a mysterious new hero appears.

Mia/???: Look out Ophelia! You just met… Shine Light!

Shout Out blushes. Mia, now an Ultra Opposites named Shine Light does her own pose as she smiles in joy.

Cherie/Agent Red: No way? Mia?! Is that you?!

Nova/Lady Roseus: You look amazing!

Mia/Shine Light: Thanks. So, Shout Out, what do ya think?

Ms. Perez/Shout Out: Wow, I think you’re amazing just the way you are. That’s why the neon green orb piece chose you because of your kindness towards others.

Shine Light giggles. Then the rest of the Ultra Opposites notices Legendary Super Shlorpian struggling to defeat Robo Korvo.

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Shit! Korvo needs our help!

Mia/Shout Out: Say no more! Let’s help him guys! But first, Solar Flare, go help your husband before you give us the signal!

Mundane Solar Flare nods and runs up to help his husband, who is growing frustrated by his ice breath reflects off of Robo Korvo’s skin.

Robo Korvo: Face it! Ice powers inferior!

Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian growls

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: No. I am not giving up! You may be powerful than me, but at least I got friends and family to help me out! uses his super Shlorpian strength then enraged Robo Korvo who grabs him by the neck which starts enraging Legendary Super Shlorpian into going savage

Super Shlorpian Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpian: Oh no! Stay back! If a Shlorpian gets enraged enough, he or she goes savage!

Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian roars loudly.

Jesse/Electra: Oh no! We have to help Korvo!

Mundane Solar Flare growls

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: How dare he makes my Korvy go savage! I got this!

Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian snarls as his savage instincts take in.

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Korvo, no!

Legendary Super Shlorpain snarls but luckily Psylock and Master manage to make Robo Korvo power down by destroying the brain piece in him as the others cheer. However Legendary Super Shlorpian is still going savage.

Super Shlorpian Janiz/Lady Super Shlorpain: Oh no! Korvo! We have to help him before he goes out of control!

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Hey, Korvo?

Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian snarls at Mundane Solar Flare, who begins to feel a connection to this as he remembers the time he lost control because of his fears of hurting Korvo. Then, Mundane Solar Flare, for the first time, will full control, know what to do now!

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: I got this.

Mundane Solar Flare bravely heads towards his Super Shlorpian husband and suddenly pummels him, but it was in a romantic embrace as Super Shlorpian L.S.S. shed tears of rage in his eyes. Mundane Solar Flare grabs his husband by the shoulders and gets ready to kiss him. Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian then starts whimpering in tears as Mundane Solar Flare gasp and soothes his husband’s face.

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: It’s okay. It’s okay. Would a kiss make you feel better?

Super Shlorpian Legendary Super Shlorpian starts weeping as Mundane Solar Flare rubs his sweetheart’s back softly, as he comforts his overwhelmed husband.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Terry…I love you.

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: And I love you too Korvy, I always will…

The two monster alien husbands kiss as the others cheer.

Ophelia: No! This isn’t over Ultra Opposites! I’ll get you yet!

Jesse/Electra: We’d like to see you try!

Cherie/Agent Red: grinning with an idea Pezlie, sick ‘em!

La Oscuridad coos and pounces on Ophelia.

Ophelia: Wait! What are you-

La Oscuridad cries a painful blast of tears as Ophelia gets blown away screaming.

Ophelia: CURSE YOOOOOOOOUUUUUU!

Ultra Opposites: Alright La Orscuridad! What a brave baby! Mommy’s little hero! What a cutie! Yay Pezlie!

Mundane Terry/Solar Flare: Well, how about that?

Cherie/Agent Red: Come here! Mommy is so proud of you! kiss La Oscuridad on the forehead

La Oscuridad giggles. Then, Princess Chloe remorsefully walks towards the heroes.

Princess Chloe: Look. I’m sorry. I was wrong to-

Terry/Solar Flare: Chloe, I don't want to hear it. puts his hand on Chloe’s shoulder before pulling her into a tight hug I'm sorry too. Even princesses mess up sometimes, I don't know what came over us but we never should've let that argument get so bad...

Princess Chloe: sighs in relief I don't even know why I said we’d be better off without heroes considering you're the defenders of Earth, will all of you ever forgive me?

The Ultra Opposites: Sure! Why not! I guess I’m sorry. All is forgiven.

Jesse/Electra: But on one condition, learn to trust others and don't ever say stuff like that again, that really hurt our feelings.

Princess Chloe: I know. I’m so sorry.

Jesse/Electra: It’s okay. Now let’s go save our queen…

Back at the festival, it is back on the Queen is unpetrified, all is forgiven when Princess Chloe admit the truth over what happens, Romelle apologizes to our heroes. And best of all, peace has been restored for the four planets. Everyone is celebrating while the Ultra Opposites watch from below.

Jesse/Electra: So what now? Should we go to the festival?

Terry/Solar Flare: Yeah. But right now, I am so happy that everything is back to normal. Except with Ophelia being back. Yeesh.

Montez/The Master: Yeah. But we’ll be ready when she comes back. Right guys?

Rest of the Ultra Opposites: Right!

The Ultra Opposites murmur in agreement. Legendary Super Shlorpian, however is looking down sadly, feeling awful for nearly losing his sanity.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpain: I’m so sorry I almost went out of control back there. I don’t know what came over me…

Terry/Solar Flare: Korv, it’s okay. Maybe dancing at the festival tonight will make you feel better.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: smiling through tears of joy I would love that my darling…

The two alien husbands kiss. We then cut to the night of the festival where Christina Aguilera is about to perform Rainbow from the MLP Movie:

[Christina Aguilera]

I know you, you're a special one

Some see crazy where I see love

You fall so low but shoot so high

Big dreamers shoot for open sky

So much life in those open eyes

So much depth, you look for the light

But when your wounds open, you will cry

You'll cry out now and you'll question why

Human Terry: Sure is beautiful

Human Korvo: Yes it is. kiss Human Terry on the lips

Human Yumyulack gags.

[Christina Aguilera]

I can see a rainbow

In your tears as they fall on down

I can see your soul grow

Through the pain as they hit the ground

I can see a rainbow

In your tears as the sun comes out

As the sun comes out

Human Terry: Wanna dance, Korv?

Human Korvo nods as the two husbands get in a romantic slow dance. Then, the family and their friends watches as fireworks appear through the sky.

THE END

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😩😩😩 I had the cutest idea. Well, kind of.

Kyojuro wakes up on a modern-day rooftop, gasping like he resurfaced from a thousand-year-old slumber. He has no idea how he got there. And he should be dead, shouldn’t he? Yes! He died back then. He was pierced through his solar plexus. There was no way he could’ve survived that.

So why is he…breathing?

He glances down, mouth agape. He doesn’t understand why he’s wearing such strange clothing, nor does he recognize the voice shouting in his ear for him to get up. He rips the accursed device from his ear, foot bumping against the hilt of his katana. Huh…well, at least his blade looks the same, but his hands are covered in leather gloves and…i-is that blood?

On cue, his body pulses with pain. With grit teeth, Kyojuro glances down at the source of it. A nasty gash on his abdomen glares back at him while his strange, white shirt colors with warm crimson. He hauls himself up, dizzy and rapidly losing blood. The buildings, lights, and the cacophony of city sounds don’t help his plight.

It’s dark. Kyojuro is dehydrated. He doesn’t know where or when he is, nor does he understand how he got here. But his instincts scream for him to move, so he obeys the call despite his injury.

Kyojuro winces, clutching the site of his pain. Catches himself on a brick wall before ducking down into a stairwell. A fire escape with iron-wrought rails, his unsteady steps echoing across the apartment complex. He makes it to the foot of the stairs, yet his injury reminds him of its existence.

He grasps his side, biting back a wail. Eases himself into an alleyway, where he doubles over in pain, crashing into a pile of stuffed, black trash bags. It hurts to breathe; hurts to move. As he leans against a textured wall, the flame in his eyes flickering and exhaustion seeping into his bones, he hears footsteps.

Panicked footsteps race toward him, accompanied by a muddled voice asking if he’s alright. He can’t fully make out the features of the person clambering to his side, his vision blurry and his mind foggy from the blood loss. He reaches for them, drawn to the source of that melodious voice like a beacon.

And then, you’re pressing your hands against his to staunch the bleeding. You tell him to hang tight, your voice coming out like milk and honey despite the severity of the situation. You tear your gentle hands away from him, fiddling with a strange pack strapped to your side. He’s bereft of the warmth and tenderness of your touch. If his voice worked, he would tell you so.

But as you turn back to him, producing whatever you fished around for, his sight fades to black.

Ooooo I love this. I want to know everything lol The mass confusion, not only his but when others realize he's not who he was (is he possessing someone? Is it like an alternate universe? A reincarnation of himself?). The way he then seeks you out because you're a soothing balm in this strange world, comforting and encouraging. Maybe they think he's hit his head along with his injury, maybe they don't but you allow his presence at your side and the more time passes, the more you enjoy spending it with him. I wonder if you knew who he was before and if so, was there a relationship there? Was there not and now these changes are welcoming and consuming? (you can tell I instantly go the angst route in this lol)

#asks #comatosebunny09 #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro x you #love it when my ask box gets filled with fun things like this #<3<3<3

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igotanidea · 2 years

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Shadow : Marvel OC prologue

A/N: it feels soooo good to finally get this idea out of my head.I'm planning to put a lot of characters and events here, mix some flashbacks and current timeline, so time of the action is not fixed (at least yet). Prepatre for it all - drama, angs, fluff, love, pain, betrayal..... And honestly, the pairing of this story is stil to be determined so I think it's gonna be interesting.

You have been warned :D And now - enjoy :D

Masterlist

SHADOW - Prologue (how it all started)

Just to put it lightly.

My father was a violent man.

I suppose that's why my uncle Phil never came to terms with my mother and his sister marrying this stranger man.

Perhaps it would be easier for him to accept the inevitability of what was coming if out family had stayed in Los Angeles. Unfortunately (to everyone, to be honest), when I was 10 years old, my father decided it was time to move out of the city out to New York and my mother or anyone else had no say in this. It was a irrecusable proposition.

Despite the fact that we left, uncle Phil was still a good spirit of the family, trying his best to keep in touch with me, calling every day, asking how my day was. He was more of a father to me than my the man who I was biologically connected to.

Like I said, he was ... violent.

He never had any problem with being phisically agressive or going into passive-agressive state. Honestly, one was worse than the other. After a couple of drinks he sometimes got into heated argument with my mother, grabbing her wrist or arm and leaving bruises, however he was too smart to hit her or abuse her. Obviously, my mum was trying to keep it a secret for as long as it was possible, but me, being a kid... I mean, how long do you think I coud keep my mouth shut about what was happening?

I had my fair share of life trauma, and since my mother was still a passive victim, at the mature age of 18 I decided to take matter into my own, very capable hands. First of all, I contacted police and reported domestic violence. It was... really unpleasant to say the least. A lot of paperwork, proving, finding evidence. Luckily, I had a very good friend, a couple years older than me, who has recently started a law school at the university of Columbia. Matt Murdock and his best friend Foggy Nelson turned out to be the best support I could ever ask for. Thanks to them this living nightmare became a little bit easier to deal with. And I had another friend, this one on the contrary, a cuple years younger, who was like a little plush teddy bear, always ready to busy my mind off the problems. Peter, who was still a student was also a huge nerd and dork and if I was younger I would probably fall for it. Nonetheless, this one fish in the sea had to to be left out of my reach.

After the trial and when my father got convicted and got a restraining order against me and my mother she stopped talking to me. In a argument she screamed to my face that I brought shame and dishonor on the family by making this all public. Shit! I guess she forgot the part where I set her free from abusive husband who was just a huge pain in her ass. I suppose that was a normal strategy for victims, but it still hurt. Since all she had to say to me was how ungrateful, selfish and pathetic I was I considered this my cue to leave the house for good and cut all the ties with both of my parents. Despite the fact that I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself, uncle Phil decided it would be perfect opportunity for him to move to New York and take care of me. My arguments that I was old enough to handle myself didn't seem convincing enough to talk him out of it. Coincidentally, he got a job offer from the branch of his company in New York so ironically that was another irrecusable decision with impact on my life.

The only thing I was capable of was to prove to him that I could live on my own, that is that we didn't need to share a flat. I used some fact-based arguments considering his crazy work hours and irregular shifts. Honestly, he was always enigmatic about his job and I never felt the need to ask further details.

For a year everything was working perfect. I started studing - Matt and Foggy had their share with my attendance to law school and just lived the best of my life, free of the family drama.

You now that saying, do not count your chickens before they are hatched?

Yeah....

It was for sure that kind of situation.

It was a typical Saturday forenoon and I was supposed to meet uncle Phil for our usual, weekly cup of tea (large coffee for me). I also bought a cake from our favourite bakery so we could try something new. And, well, I did try something new, but it was not the cake. As I approached his tenement, I heard a loud noices from the yard, almost like someone was fighting. Since I knew first-hand how much harm any violence can do I immidiately prepared myself for the attack and rushed towards the sounds. A few man dressed in all black (god damn! was that some sort of assasins) were fighting with my uncle (who was wearing a fancy suit) and two women (one looking Asian, the other european) which I have never seen before. At first glance I could tell they were outnumbered and loosing, so without hesitation I joined in their engagement. No one would ever guesss it from the way I looked but I was quite familiar with some self-defence techniques, a bit of karate and some capoeira so in no time, with common effort the assaulters were down and panting on the ground.

-Casey! What are you doing here?

-Well, I came for coffee, but I don't think I am in need of it anymore.

-Who is the girl, Coulson? - the Asian woman turned towards me

-May, I;d like you to meet. ....

-The name's Casey. I'm Phil's niece. And who may you be?

-I'm May.

-That is a name or....

-That is all you need to know.

-Phil - the other woman, who was talking through the phone before came closer - does she know?

-Do I know what? - I frowned.

-She doesn't - my uncle shook his head.

-Well, now she is involved. - the woman stated - we will have to do something about her.

-I'm sorry? Do something about me? You three would be picking your scraps of the ground if I didn;t join. So do not treat me like some sort of liablity.

-I like her, Hill. Maybe we could ....

-That is no deal! I don't want my family included in....

-You got moves kid. And quite a mouth. I think we could have some use of you.... - this May woman eyed me up and down - what are you doing next Friday?

And from that moment my life was turned upside down. Having won over (even if that was a bit of exageration) May and being a part of Coulson family I was presented (like a monkey in a zoo) to directior Fury of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Our first meeting was a bit .... intense, however in his own words I seemed to be of value. This sentence almost got me into one on one fight with him. Who knows what could have happened if it wasn't for uncle Phil, or should I say agent Coulson. I started my training and in no time I became one of the best undecover ground agents. Thanks to my line of work I even got a nickname - Shadow. Luckily for all the other agents, since when they used the name Agent Coulson everyone got confused as which of us it was related to, and Coulson jr. was absolutely no go for me. Fury sometimes used it to spite me, but no one else would dare such atrocity.

The fun in my life however, begun when a mission I was leading took a wrong turn. Working with newbies (and I was barely 22) never meant anything good to anyone. i got three agents waiting outside the building in which the bad guys were scheming and proceeding with their money laundering. The task couldn;t have been more simple. While I was eavesdropping and was ready to go in and deal with them in combat, the rest was supposed to just watch the back of the building making sure none of the accomplices of assistans get out. When I heard a noice from outside my hideout I knew those idiots screw it up, giving us away and compromising the whole operations.

-Arses. Fuck! - I hissed and in a second jumped through a window into the room and started fighting - I need backup on level 2! Now!!

I was fast and flexible and well trained, but it was nothing compared to a 300 pounds muscles of a man who was now running straigh at me.

-Fuck! - I cursed noticing in panic that I had no place to run. I tried my best to avoid being crushed when the electicity in the building went off. Suprisingly, this made the man stop and I used that opportunity to tackle him down. I got lucky since I got the gang boss. Getting a feelign of a job well done I made it next point on my list to painfully deal with the agent who busted the whole mission. Before that I still had to check the room, making sure no evidence were lost, so I circled the premise carefully since it was still dark. The only piece of furniture was a small table with some things splattered all over the counter. I slowly approached it and realised it was an ouija. So, the mafia was not only into criminal action but in a ghosts calling as well. I gently touched the board and then a vision enveloped me. However crazy this may sound, I saw shadows lurking in the corners. The impenetrable darkness making all of my fears and worst memories came out. I started feelign dizzy, all the world was spinning and this esthesis of falling made me feel like I was slowly becoming one with the gloom and blackness.

I woke up in the hospital, not knowing what day and what hour it was. As I slowly opened my eyes, with the corner of it I noticed uncle Phil sitting in an armchair next to my bed.

-What happened? - I sighed annoyed, looking at the ceiling.

-Oh, hi, Casey. How are you feeling?

-Like some dumbass almost made a fiasco out of my operation. Was it Rooney? Or Connors? Those two are the worst.

-Believe me, they have already been punished by Fury.

-The name obliges - I smirked - good. So, when can I get back to agenting.

-Um... Casey.... - Phil started.

-That will have to wait, Coulson jr. - Shit! The fury was here himself

-And why is that? - I propped myself on the elbow - I am in perfect condition and ready to go, director.

-Unfortunately, it turns out you are not. We are keeping it on the DL now, but something happened to you during this mission.

-Oh, really? That's right, I got pissed off...

-For fucks' sake Casey! - Fury interrupted be. Shit! He used my real name. He never does that - I'm not talking about you hell of an attitude right now. Stand down!

-Sorry, director - I muttered looking down.

-Your head should go the other way - he said

-I'm sorry? - I frown in confusion. Was I really the one who got bumped into head or was it he since the nonsence was coming out if his mouth.

-Just... just look up, Case - Phil pointed his finger and myh gaze followed.

I did not expect to see some sort of smoke and shadows hovering over my hospital bed, flowing and turning into diffrent shapes - some recognizable and some not. When I tried to find the source of them I realized they were attached to my fingers so every time I moved they followed. That was sick.

-What the ....? - I muttered fiddling with my fingers

-Quiet, Coulson - Fury warned sitting down so he was now on my level - we are doing everything we can to figure it out, but it seems like you are no longer agent.

-What!?

-Voice. Down. - he hissed eyeing me with his single orb - you got some powers now, so until we get to know what can you do you are off duty.

-And of course you can not tell me how long this will take - I plumped down onto the pillow. He didn't even bother answering me. - But.... does that make me a hero or a villian?

-We shall find that out soon, agent.

to be continued

@pinksirensong @somest1

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l0cal-r4t · 10 months

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Failure : Request

WORD COUNT : 1296

TWS : light blood, non-explicit/mentioned torturous imagery, very mild cursing

Why hello hello there, stanger! If we haven't met before, name's Rat! I'm a writer who's in the thralls of carving out a commission writing and freelancing gig here online! As of late, I've been taking requests so I can add examples to my commissionary page and to spread my name a bit so folks can get to know what exactly I'm all about and my writing style! And wouldn't ya know, this is one of those requests!

This particular request was for a friend of mine who, like myself, is an enjoyer of the Creepypasta fandom! This particular piece is based on their character, Artemis, failing to unalive a very valuable target for their boss, the Slenderman, and getting doled some punishment for their failure. I'll reiterate from the TWs at the top that this piece includes some light blood & non explicit torturous imagery as well as just a twinge of cursing! If you'd like to continue still, then please enjoy! :D

Screams filled the woods in a dark, dreary dusk.. In the fading sunlight, a human shape with features contorted in terror scrambles through the trees. Their face was accentuated by the starkly warm light of the sunset, a shadow covering it intermittently as they turned back to see if they were being followed. Blood dripped from their many open wounds onto the dry leaves and grass as they ran; it looked like they had been nicked by a slew of small knives. Singing burns coursed through their legs, pain and exhaustion weighing them down. They felt as though they were going to topple, keel over at any moment, but they had to keep running. But what had them so rattled? The Archer, Artemis.

Tailing behind this poor unfortunate soul was the cold huntress, Artemis. She was an accursed child from the beginnings of her life but now? She was one of the hunters, the Proxies, of the creature that called itself “Slenderman”. He gave her targets, she brought them down; depending on the orders, she would either end them then and there, or she would bring them back to him for whatever sick aims he had with them. Judging from the screams she often heard after she delivered her prey, death was a sweet mercy. Her noir and ivory pixie cut locks bounced as she tailed her query, golden eyes as cold and emotionless as always. Gripped in one hand was a short bow, the girl’s pale toned hand wrapped firmly around the central grip, and at her alternate hip was a quiver of serrated tip arrows. Those were what had put so many slices and gashes on the fellow she was after; bleeding prey and running them down, outlasting them was a key strategy. If it worked for the wolves it would work for her.

As she begins to gain ground, the yellow eyed huntress pulls one of her arrows from her quiver and knocks it. Closing one eye and focusing intently, she draws back the bowstring. She’s just about to take the shot when suddenly her query had.. disappeared? She grinds to a stop and her stone cold expression gives way to confusion and just a twinge of panic. Where had he gone? Unfortunately for Arte, her prey had managed to slip away from her and was now well on his way to civilization. My, the boss wasn’t going to be happy about that... Befittingly on cue, a wave of churning nausea and dizziness crashes into poor Artemis. He was calling her back.. He knew she’d failed. The compact huntress struggles against the urge to faint, trying to keep herself conscious. But in the end, she falls victim to the Slenderman’s call and collapses unconscious on the forest floor.

What came next was.. foggy and choppy. She’d woken up only intermittently as she’d been dragged back to the abode of the Slenderman, flashes of his tall frame and the trees around her as her body was dragged along the forest floor only to black out a few moments later. It wasn’t until she reached her final destination that she awoke fully once again. A searing shot of pain was what woke her, waking to find herself being dangled above the ground with her master’s towering shadow looming over her. Her wrists were above her head, one of the Slenderman’s many tendrils binding them, and her body dangled below them. She struggles for a moment before her employer looses a venomous chuckle.

“Hmhm, still putting up such a fight even though you know you can’t win, little Hotaru? That you’ve already sealed your fate with your failure?”

Artemis winces at the use of her true name. She’d abandoned that filthy moniker when she’d joined this.. monster as a Proxy. She hated it and he damn well knew it. The tall, tall man leans down, his stark white, featureless face filling her vision. He tilts his head ever so slightly as he seems to watch her.

“I thought you were better than this. You’ve delivered countless rabble to me before, and yet you let this one escape. He was important to our plans, Hotaru, and you let him slip through your fingers. You aren’t fit for the name of the huntress.”

Normally, Artemis could bite back her tongue in his presence; she wasn’t one to sugar coat words but.. he terrified her on a primal level. Her fear of what he might do to her kept her dry, blunt commentary on a leash; something about him, about this conversation, broke that hold. She furrows her brows before she speaks.

“Ya know what, fuck you. I don’t see you hunting down people. You sit around and have all of us do it because you’ve lost your touch.”

Oh my, oh my. Our poor Hotaru seems to have struck a nerve with that comment as the Slenderman recoils in disgust. The edges of his form seem to grow hazy and a heaviness fills the air. The tendril gripping onto her wrists tightens down painfully and a new tendril binds itself around her throat. The Slenderman’s voice booms and echoes, ringing in Artemis’ ears and skull.

“How dare you insult me, you worthless wretch. I gave you a place to stay when you had nothing. I gave you a chance to live when all others wished you dead. I only ask the simplest of tasks of you, and insulting me is how you repay me? You are in need of adjustment, Hotaru Nakamura, and I will be the one to give it to you.”

An unsettling tightness suddenly twisted into the dangling Proxy’s gut. “Adjustment”..? Arte’s body is turned around, her face pushed against a nearby tree. What was..- Before she could consider any further, a strong lashing sensation makes contact with her back. She bites down the urge to react or make noise. In her ear, she felt the hum of the Slenderman’s voice.

“If you will not heed my consequences then perhaps something from your past will encourage you not to disappoint me again.”

Her back is lashed again and again by the Slenderman’s tendrils, a total of seven times. Each time it had grown harder to resist the urge to cry out, but she had managed to keep her wits and her fortitude. Eventually, she’s turned back around and her vision is once again dominated by the Slenderman. Her yellow, slit pupiled eyes were quickly greeted by one of the Slenderman’s tendrils. The black, tapered appendage pushes her facemask down and pries her mouth open. Another tendril manifests and reaches inside, grabbing and pulling her tongue taught in her mouth.

“And perhaps this will teach you to mind your tongue better.”

The tapered edge of the tendril suddenly sharpens and Hotaru’s tongue is cut clean from her mouth. Since her mouth had been forced open, she’s left with no way to stifle the visceral scream that tears from her body. Blood quickly begins to pour from her mouth as he casts her severed tongue into the dried leaves on the forest floor. Shock quickly sets in and after a moment, Artemis’ consciousness begins to wane. The Slenderman audibly scoffs, the tendril suspending her releasing her and allowing to hit the ground; a loud crunching, more than likely some of Hotaru’s bones, filling the air as she makes impact. By this point, she’d already slipped out of consciousness and was now limply pouring blood on the forest floor. Someone would be detailed to retrieve her and she would eventually recover just as all his proxies did. Even if she was a spit fiery pain in the ass, she was a valuable asset to the Slenderman’s arsenal of hunters and for that she would be given another chance.

#📜 // writing #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #tw: light blood #tw: mild torture

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castieltrash1 · 2 years

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Hi!! Happy valentines day <33. Can I please get a ship for mcu, both eras of Harry Potter, criminal minds and lotr? I'm a straight female so I'd prefer a male please!

Placements - I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3.

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long wavy dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes and I have broad shoulders. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious, I love being the best at everything I do, though I sometimes struggle with the hardwork and conviction needed to get there. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

Hobbies/likes - I love reading, my favorite genres are fantasy and poetry. I also love learning about new things and collecting knowledge, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching psychological thrillers and romcoms.

Thank you very much!! I hope you have a fun valentines day <333

so sorry for the wait with this!! i hope you like all the characters i chose teehee ❤️

(THIS IS A SHIP ASK FROM VDAY SO PLS DONT SEND ME THESE LOL)

for marvel, i ship you with...

matt murdock!

he might not be able to see it himself, but foggy told him enough about your appearance to catch his attention, even if your personality and non-verbal cues already held his interest. it's hard for him to keep his vigilante life a secret from you because of how comforting your presence is; matt feels like he could tell you all of his deepest darkest fears and that scares him. he might pull away, which can be frustrating, but you'll always pull him back in with your playful energy, riveting conversations, and endless interests that he always wants to learn more about. sometimes he jokes that you're his own personal encyclopedia but he'll only cut off your cute rambling if he's extremely busy, otherwise he'll listen for hours about different greek gods and this one random war in history that you're currently hyperfixating on. movies are a little difficult to watch together, especially if you're not in the mood to describe what's happening, but matt loves holding you close and dancing to your favorite songs after a long day at the law firm <3

for harry potter (marauders era,) i ship you with...

remus lupin!

how does it feel being this guy's dream girl? he won't tell you that, obviously, but it's true -- sirius can vouch, but remus' blush whenever you're around is a big enough of a hint. you can be quite the classic ravenclaw, which he loves, but he may worry you'll be too studious to hang out with him and his wacky friends, which you quickly prove wrong! you're a perfect addition to the marauders and get along with all of them, but remus is always your favorite. i think you two would get together after you found him scarred and bloody after a tough full moon and your reassuring words and gentle touches (instead of screams of terror) would make remus realize he can trust you. he already did, but his insecurities held him back from opening up completely. after you two are officially together, it's hard to pull you apart. the other guys tease you but they're glad that moony has someone he loves. remus will talk about anything and everything with you but he especially likes your rambles about mythology/folklore and seeing the finished art pieces you make. bonus points if their subject matter is remus, himself <3

for harry potter (golden trio era,) i ship you with...

neville longbottom!

immediately, he’s attracted to your sense of style! the first time he sees you out of your hogwarts uniform, your androgynous/masculine style intrigues him; enough that he follows you around like a lost puppy until you finally start up a conversation. your relationship is definitely one that grows from a mutual pining friendship that mainly takes place in the library late at night or by the pond on weekends. neville tells you about all the plants and frogs in the area, then listens to you ramble about stories you’ve heard from the paintings or read in the old dusty books no one picks up anymore. sometimes, he’s worried he can’t keep up with you - you always have a new hobby or interest to show off, and he can feel a tad..boring in comparison. thankfully, your words of affirmation will always reassure him and he’ll return them tenfold (amidst a decent amount of stuttering, he prefers complimenting you through poetry.) all your fellow students have grown used to seeing you walk around the castle, hands intertwined, giggling amongst each other. and everyone knows not to mess with neville anymore, since you caused quite a scene the last time that happened!

for criminal minds, i ship you with...

spencer reid!

i know this answer is a bit cliche, but it just felt fitting! it’s fair to say that all the male bau members (and even the ladies) would enjoy your company (matt and penelope especially), but you and spencer are like two peas in a pod! you can butt heads sometimes with your competitive natures, attempting to outdo the other with random knowledge, but you also complement each other’s personality traits well! when you’re feeling more extroverted, you help spencer break out of shell - and when you’re daydreaming or frustrated with yourself, spencer’s logical thinking can help ground you. it takes a little while for you both to open up and grow comfortable in your relationship, but then you’re the cutest pairing since derek and penelope! you can be found wearing matching sweaters, playfully bickering over which author is superior, or dissecting the thriller movie you watched last night while snuggled on the couch together. you’ve also made spencer a lot more comfortable with physical touch! at the very least, he’s always got his pinkie wrapped around yours <3

for lotr, i ship you with...

faramir!

ok ok hear me out, because this ship means something to me <3 you and faramir are just destined to be together! at first, it’s a simple admiration. faramir sees in you the studious, brave, kind, and unique person that he wishes he could be. not only are you physically beautiful, but you have an enticing personality to match, and it doesn’t take long for faramir to realize he’s falling for you... and quickly. he might not be the best at showing it, since he struggles to be emotionally vulnerable, but you both ease out of your shells together over time. he’s amazing at praising you and gets adorably flustered when you return the sentiment, attempting to stoically look away and maintain a poker face. but, that never lasts. around you, he’s all smiles, even if they’re small soft ones. for once, he feels enough, more than, even - he feels worthy of your love and everything that comes with it; the late nights reading, days spent joking around and laughing, and the quiet moments where you hold him close and he finally feels content.

#me posting this 7 months later: :)#like tati WHAT THE FUCK #sorry anon ily #answered #anonymous

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pastafossa · 3 years

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Matt keeps a straigh face while handing Jane an actual rock in front of Foggy who is having a MELTDOWN bc he does this in front of a zoos penguin exhibit

Ok so in between my project (*shakes fist*) this idea was giving me LIFE. Because it is ABSOLUTELY in character for Matt being a sassy little shit, and like OH MY GOD, he would.

You all had just passed the seal exhibit when Matt started to grin. And not the good grin—no. This was the bad grin: a Danger Level 7 on the Matt Shenanigans scale, of which Foggy kept meticulous record. Daredevil-based antics generally categorized as a 9 or a 10, while the pig that Matt had somehow smuggled into the dorm back in college rated about an 8. And to think, he'd claimed he thought it was a dog. Foggy had sensed the stench of bullshit even then, but there'd been no evidence to prove otherwise.

Now he knew better.

You were still a little behind Matt and Foggy, caught up watching the admittedly-adorable harbor seals splash and swim around but you quickly moved on, meandering towards Foggy and Matt. Matt suddenly pulled away from Foggy, and that's when he knew the devious bastard was up to something. The few other zoo guests passing by shifted wider, giving Matt a surprisingly polite amount of space as he tapped his cane. And just like that he put on his best 'innocent, no-super-senses blind man' face—the one with the puppy dog eyes you could feel behind the glasses, the mouth tilted just so, not a smirk or a smile to be found. Foggy narrowed his eyes.

Matt called you over as Foggy hissed out a quiet, "What are you up to, Murdock?!"

Matt shifted his stance a little, the glass of the exhibit now at his back. Foggy still hadn't quite figured out what was in the enclosure but there was a lot of water. Once you were close enough to hear him, Matt reached into his pocket. "I just remembered. I almost tripped on this earlier," he told you, borderline angelic, as if he wasn't in fact a metric ton of audacity in human form. "Too much noise, threw me off. I picked it up but I'm still not quite sure what it is. I just know I didn't want it out where anyone could step on it."

Je-sus, the good Samaritan ploy. Foggy rolled his eyes, muttering a prayer to the heavens. Matt's hand had closed entirely around whatever object it was that he passed to you, scarred knuckles and callused fingers blocking Foggy's view. You carefully took it, your head dropping as you glanced down at it. As you did, Matt lifted his head and directed a quick smirk in Foggy's direction. Behind him, briefly glimpsed through glass and cold water, a black and white shape swooped by.

Holy shit, he wouldn't!

No, no. Not even Matt was this ballsy, this blatant, and Foggy nodded to himself, lifting his giraffe cup to drink from.

"Wow," you murmured, turning whatever it was over in your hand. "I mean, it's a rock, but it's really pretty. Where did you say you found this?"

Foggy spat back into the giraffe's plastic face, choking and coughing. He waved off the passersby who'd paused even as he continued to hack, because holy shit—

"Found it up towards the front," Matt said innocently, which he absolutely was not, not one bit, the bastard—

"Some kid probably dropped it after picking it up in the gift shop. God, it's pretty." You let out a quiet hum, still seemingly entranced by the stone in your hands. Foggy took a step to the right, just enough to get a glance at the rock. And then he had to turn away, wheezing in disbelief because how did Matt pick a red geode?!

"Nothing we can do about it now, kid's probably long gone," you said thoughtfully, and Foggy whirled back around, not willing to miss even a second despite himself.

"You're probably right," Matt said, as another penguin drifted by. This one paused, however, posing behind Matt. Aaand now even the penguin was staring at Foggy mockingly, those fucking macaroni penguins with their sarcastic, dastardly eyebrows.

You tried to hand the rock back, but then Matt shook his head, throwing you a warm smile. "I can't really appreciate it as much as you since I can't see it. Why don't you keep it?"

Foggy made a strangled noise, choking on air as he swallowed down a shriek and oh god, this was it, this was how he died, because Matt Murdock was literally giving you a devilishly-red rock in front of the fucking penguin exhibit. You tentatively drew your hand back, staring down at the stone and turning it over in your hands, and how could you not know?!

And there was a moment, a moment, as your head lifted and you caught sight of the penguin swimming by, that Foggy thought, Aha! Yes, you've got it! You'd realize, wouldn't you? You had to, and then-then Foggy wouldn't be alone seeing the sheer shamelessness in Matt offering you an actual rock in front of penguins when penguins courted with rocks, right?! You tilted your head, eyes flicking between Matt and the penguins as you considered them both. "Do you know where we are right now?" you asked slowly.

Matt shrugged, giving you a baffled look. "The... grizzly exhibit hit me a little hard, and there's a lot of noise. I can smell water at least. Are we near the seals?"

No, no, Foggy did not buy that for a goddamned second, but apparently you did because you gave a little snort and shoved the geode into your pocket before holding out an arm to Matt. He gently took hold and then his face turned towards Foggy over your head, and his smirk turned absolutely shit-eating.

"Fuck you, Murdock!" Foggy whispered as emphatically as he could, resisting the urge to flip Matt off when there were children present. "You insane, rock-gifting, hellspawn of a penguin!"

"Language, sir!"

"Sorry, ma'am."

#Matt Murdock x Reader #Daredevil x Reader #Foggy Nelson #Matt Murdock #Daredevil #Ask fic #Ask prompt #continuation of penguin-based shenanigans #Matt Murdock's audacity #the NERVE #not only did he give a rock #he gave you a RED ROCK #*cue Foggy screaming*#Matt absolutely knowing how to use the sad innocent puppy face #for sheer evil #macaroni penguins are sassy looking bastards go look it up #the red thread

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yanyanfeii · 2 years

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Hello. Can I request a Jinx with a female reader with a soulmate au? It can be colours, tattoo etc.

of course ! ;)

her soulmate<3

contains: slight angst, kidnapping,

summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be.

- it was a ice cold rainy evening, the undercity was bustling more so than usual. the holidays were approaching, and though they weren’t like the holidays you and i know, it was still a time of celebration. by celebrating they refer to bar hopping, drinking like your legs are about to be sawed off and partying to dawn. typical.

the blue haired girl was not one for socializing much outside of her inner circle. she didn’t quite pick up the usual social cues most had.

jinx’s feet thudded against the metal roof tops she ran upon, with a harsh thud, she not so gracefully landed on the dirt ground. changing her footing to balance herself she chuckled to herself, dusting off her pants before strolling up the best bar in town.

stopping dead in her tracks, her sapphire eyes narrowed at the sight in front of her. mouth turning downward she huffed, reluctantly sitting next to the enforcer at the bar. jinx raised her hand up summoning over the bartender to fix her up a alcohol free drink.

side eyeing the enforcer, her eyes couldn’t help but travel down to her hands. slamming her hands against the oak counter she stood up flabbergasted. “your- your hand!” the blue haired girl exclaimed pointing to the enforcers hand. it had the same symbol that jinx had drawn on her own hand this morning.

there was no way in hell her soulmate was a good damn enforcer. “excuse me?” you ask, watching as this undergrounder in front of you throws a fit for seemingly no reason. ‘i shouldn’t have come here alone.’ you mentally cursed at yourself for not considering your safety first.

“your hand!” the girl looked about ready to puke, god you wished it wouldn’t be on you at least. “what about it?” you asked concerned, bringing the back of your hand up to your vision, squinting to see if there was any secret meaning to the monkey like drawing on your hand. you could see nothing.

before you could process what was happening the bizarre female in front of you grabbed your face putting a cloth over your mouth. screaming into the palm of her hand she smiled shushing you like a mother would to her crying child. your vision went black. you lost conciseness.

you woke up to a pleasant humming. was this heaven? have you died? a groan escaped your lips, everything felt foggy. “oh! you’re awake!” a cheery voice rang in your ears. the blindfold was gently removed from your eyes, your gaze found the same blue haired female whom you’d met at the bar. what had happened for you to end up here?

“what do you want with me?” you stated less of a question and more as a demand. despite your circumstances you’d not let yourself appear venerable. “nothing, nothing really.” she mumbled, bending down, her face becoming awfully close to yours. “then why am i here?” you asked annoyed, your eyes telling it all.

“well~” she sang plopping down in front of you, crossing her legs. she reached out taking your hand in hers. “because you’re my soulmate, and i couldn’t just let you escape from me!” shit, now it was your turn to freak out.

“no, no way…” you whispered to try and convince yourself. the back of her hand showed you the truth, there it was the same drawing of that monkey that you had on your hand. “how do i know your aren’t lying?” she frowned. “why would i lie?” ‘maybe because your psycho!’ you yelled in your mind.

“here, proof.” she grabbed a black marker from beside her writing something on her hand. soon after the ink began to appear on your own hand. ‘shit’ “whose jinx?” you read your hand. “that’s me!” the girl named jinx chimed. god she was too happy for this situation. “now is where you say your name.” jinx said blank faced. “y/n” you stated.

“jinx. this can’t be happening.” you uttered in completely malcontent. tears began to form in your eyes. you worked so hard all your life to become a enforcer, to get good grades, to become just the way your parents always wanted you to be. “hey, why so sad?” jinx asked more softly. it only made the tears stream faster.

you felt her hand gently lift up your chin, a small sincere smile forming on her lips. “it’ll be okay.”

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a/n: Hey! i hope this was okay, i wasn’t sure how exactly jinx would react, obviously it wouldn’t be all cutesie so i thought this was a more accurate representation of her character :)

#jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx #powder #powder x reader #powder arcane #jinx supremacy #jinx league of legends #jinx lol #league of legends #league of lesbians

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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as ur irl bestie i am cashing in my favor and am asking- no begging for a dilf damon fic pls <3

😑fine fineee I guess I can take a quick break from writing BNHA stuff for you🙄

CW: NSFW, Damon Albarn being an a-hole, manipulation, gaslighting, language minor stuff like that

The studio itself was pretty spacious, you couldn't lie. As much as you loathed to give this cursed group any more credit, you were hard-pressed to remember the last time you´d been called into such a professional recording booth. You were used to dingy atmospheres, crumbling walls, stained carpet, and even cramped garages at times. It felt like your years of meticulously swaying your hand back and forth on the rosin and tuning your strings until they damn near popped were slowly going down the drain, lost in spaces of screaming adolescent boys and shady market agents. The streets of London were unforgiving for a young musician like you, no room to turn to since others were exactly in the same position as you.

It was by pure coincidence that the day you had played for a local cafe for a small commission, Graham fucking Coxon was sitting in the back of the run-down joint, sipping a murky glass of Bourbon.

You didn't notice him at first, of course. You had simply let the music in your mind travel from your head down to your arms, and allowed it to move through your fingertips to your bow. The serene melody that sang through the air had turned his head to face you, the shitty drink in his hand stopped halfway to his mouth.

Your solo was only a couple of minutes, but the second you were done and packing your bags to head out, the brunette made a beeline for you, blocking your exit.

¨Uh, can I help you?¨ You cock your head and shift your violin case.

¨Yes, you can actually. Listen, I know this is gonna sound a bit straightforward, but I really liked your piece. Did you compose it yourself?¨ He sounds quiet and sounds nervous, with him barely looking you in the eyes.

¨Yeah, I did!¨ You can´t help but beam-it took you several days just to perfect a few meager lines, but in the end you were content with the piece.

¨Wow...that's serious talent right there,¨ He opens the door for you, and you nod before you head out, him trailing behind you as he leaves with you.

¨You make a good amount of money doing small jobs like this?¨ His voice is nasally and low, but with a slightly higher pitch than your typical London accent.

At this, you squint your eyes a bit and turn your head at him. It was nice of him to be interested in your work, but for someone you don't personally know, the idea of talking about your small gigs that merited little to no money was not something you were fond of.

He senses your hesitancy and immediately withdraws. ¨I´m sorry, that was probably rude of me to be so blunt about it. Actually, I don´t think I´ve properly introduced myself.¨ He stops to face you, and you do the same.

¨I´m Graham Coxon. You may or may not have heard of me, but I can assure you that I too enjoy music, as an understatement.¨ He extends a calloused hand and smiles a little bit, adjusting the blocky glasses on his face.

Graham...Coxon? Graham as in....oh, holy shit.

¨No way.¨

¨Er...unfortunately, yes way.¨ His soft voice lilts as he holds back a laugh, and you gape at him.

¨Oh my god!¨ You drop your violin case in the excitement of eagerly returning his handshake. ¨You-you're from Blur! I know you!¨

¨Was from Blur, and ´careful now, don´t wanna ruin your instrument. But listen, I´m kind of in a bind here so I´ll get to the chase. We´re working on a few chords here and there back at the studio, and I´ve been on the lookout for a while for someone who fits our tune. ´Thing is, the deadline for submitting our song is comin´ up fast, so we only have a couple weeks left.¨

You raise your eyebrows, heart pounding in your chest as you listen to his proposition.

¨So I´m thinking, you sound pretty good, it's exactly what we need to fill in our bridge. I´d love it if you came in and played a tune for us. If we like you and you´re cool with it, you could feature on our song.¨

It feels surreal. Were you hearing right? Graham Coxon from Blur asking you to play on his song? This had to be a prank.

¨Ẅait, but you've only heard me once, what if my sound doesn't match what you're actually looking for?¨ You stammer, palms clammy as you wipe them off on your trousers.

¨Well, that's what a rehearsal session is for, lovely,¨ He chuckles nervously and slides his slightly foggy glasses up his nose. ¨So, you wanna give it a go?¨

You think for a moment, biting your lower lip. There wasn't exactly anything stopping you now, was there? I mean, sure, the prospect of playing in front of one of UK's most famous bands was daunting, but this was your chance to finally be recognized!

Taking a deep breath, you pick up your fallen case and nod. ¨Alright, I´m in. When you do wanna meet up?¨

Graham visibility deflates in relief, letting out a shaky exhale. ¨Great. I'll text you the time and place, yeah? The boys and I´ve gotta get a few more things set up, so we´ll be in contact soon.¨

You both exchange numbers, your phone tingling in your hand long after you bid farewell and drive home in a buzz.

When you finally get home to your apartment, you throw your keys onto the counter and flop down onto the mattress. What a fucking day.

So many thoughts bounce around in your addled head. You want to do well, but obviously you don't have their kind of experience in the industry. Should you play more in tune with their song, or continue with your own sound? An idea pops into your head amidst your lunch, a few hours later. Why not just do some more research on the band themselves? Then you'd know exactly what kind of music they're looking for.

The boys and I´ve gotta get a few more things set up.

Oh yeah, who else was in the band? It's not like you didn't know who Blur was at their peak, but you paid more attention to their music rather than their faces. Truthfully, you never really basked in tabloids and newspapers purring about the next big scandal, or the top dogs of Britain´s industry when that stuff was relevant.

You abandon your pathetic sandwich and make your way to your laptop, sliding into a chair and getting down to business. After a few quick searches, you pull up a couple tabs around the name Blur.

Graham Coxon- Recovering alcoholic. Big fight with Damon Albarn.

Alex James- Cute boy turned conservative. Classic case.

Dave Rowntree- Mainly untouched. Became a successful lawyer. Good for him.

Damon Albarn- A fucking mess.

Puffing up your cheeks and putting your hands behind your head, you lean back in your chair. Good god, this man is a wreck. Headlines from decades ago swim in and out of your eyes, loud, obnoxious neon prints of Justine and Damon broken up again? Suede claps back!, or Will the Blur Brothers ever come back to each other? Find out first-hand from Coxon himself!, and worst of all, Albarn relapses again, Damon Albarn from Blur goes head-to-head with Liam and Noel-news flash, the brothers win!

You think you see something about him and a potential wife and child, and that's when you decide it's time to sleep.

After all, there's no point in getting caught up in any of their backstories.You were just there to play a solo and get out. Nosing around in their lives was more trouble than what it was worth, anyways.

Which is exactly what you kept trying to tell yourself as you walked into the modern studio two weeks later, its grey soundproof walls and white floor screaming fancy and rich to you. And fancy and rich didn't come without grit and experience, which you had none of. As if to emphasize your inexperience, you went into the wrong halls twice before you exasperatedly checked your messages with Graham and saw that no, it wasn´t room 311, it was room 113.

Finally, finally, you came across your designated room. The mahogany door was closed, and you placed a hand on the silver knob. You could faintly hear the sounds of a guitar being played from the inside, and it was curiosity above everything else that compelled you to push it open.

From behind the clear window that separated the booth from the recording area, you see them. Graham, Damon, and other men you don't recognize are all in the midst of the song, the same song Graham had texted you the PDF of for the violin notes. You sheepishly take a few steps forward and clear your throat to catch the attention of a bald man leaning back against his chair right in front of the glass. He turns around and you give a weak little wave, clutching your case in the other hand.

¨Hey, I´m here for-¨

¨-Yeah, yeah, Graham told me all about you. Go on ahead and join in, they just started.¨ He pulls a toothpick out from between his lips and gestures to the door of the divider.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way through the second door, and the second you step inside meekly, Damon and Graham´s eyes are on you.

Graham continues to play the guitar, only lighting up his eyes and giving you an encouraging nod when you step in, and the other two men on bass and saxophone also give a quick smile in greeting. And Damon…well.

Damon barely acknowledges you.

He continues to sing and stare straight ahead at the wall in front of him as if there's an interesting scene being played out on the grey paint.

You´re unsure of whether to catch his attention and give a proper greeting, but you decide not to as it would interfere with the song. So instead, you quickly grab a nearby chair and stand and set up your rosin and papers.

Your timing is perfect; the bridge is about to come up. Just to be certain, you look up from your poised position and catch the eyes of most everyone except for Damon´s. They all give you a quick thumbs up or an expectant look for your confirmation of playing.

And then, it comes. Damon stops singing, and your cue to sweep your bow across the horse hairs of your strings comes.

Melodious, whole, fulfilling, it was. Graham´s guitar chords harmonized with the tones of your violin, and music that you´ve never dreamed of creating was made by your hands exceptionally.

Everyone was in awe of your raw talent, from the way their gazes were rapt onto your bow, moving back and forth,staying still in some highs and whittling away at the lows. You even thought you saw the producer from inside the booth turn his head towards you from the corner of your eye, but you couldn´ be sure.

Everyone except Damon Albarn.

The song ended a minute later with the signal of a fading out bass, and then there was silence.

¨Right on with that tune.. ´Thought we'd be fucked ova´ if we didn't find someone to take that melody.¨ The bassist with long shaggy hair grinned and you returned one back.

¨Yeah, I was kind of hesitant when Graham ´ere told us he found one to take this position on, but I'm pleased.¨ The saxophone player scratched his chin and hummed his agreement. You felt relief.

Until he spoke.

¨Is this your first time playing?¨

You look incredulously over at him, looking straight on at his face. Sandy hair, lines on his cheeks, slight scruff around his chin, he looked older than his online pictures.

¨Uhh, no?¨ You laugh a little, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. ¨If I was, I doubt Graham would think I´m good enough to play with you guys.¨

¨I don't think Graham is the only one who needs to think that.¨ Everyone shifts uncomfortably, looking nervously from Damon to you, and Graham tugs his collar as if the temperature had gone up.

But nonetheless, you don't back down.

¨Oh yeah? How so?¨

¨You played the G-string too high,¨ He deadpans, looking utterly bored amidst oceanic hues.

¨What?¨ You flip your music pages a couple of times until you find the page where you played that part. ¨No I didn´t, I was right on tune-do you even know how to play the violin?¨

¨No,¨ he smirks, and with your blood boiling steadily you open your mouth to argue, but thankfully Graham butts in.

¨Damon, don´t be a prick, she played fine. Unlike you, who fucked up on the 5th verse.¨

The man in question lazily stretches his arms above his head, causing his white tee to rise a few inches over his belly button. You can´t help but glance at the skin-it's smooth, cleanly chiseled with part of his v-line showing, a happy trail rising from the juncture.

¨Oi, sweetheart, eyes up here.¨

You snap your gaze back to his smug face, cheeks burning.

¨I didn´t-¨

¨Sure you didn´t. Just like how I didn't mess up on the 5th verse, and how you didn't ruin the song with your shitty violin, yeah?¨ He simpers, and you almost rise out of your seat to snarl at him before Graham jumps in between you two, scolding a very inappropriately-grinning Damon.

You get up out of your chair and huff, shoving your belongings back into your bag as everyone else packs up, the men bickering and playfully throwing shit at each other.

The producer even congratulates you on your successful first day, and everyone cheers and pounds you on your back, your hair falling in your face and gracefully hiding your 120k watt smile.

Damon shoulders right past you, knocking your case right out of your hands. You grapple with it for a second before it hits the ground, and when it does you whip around and shoot him an icy glare.

He's not even looking at you, he's already out the door.

It's quiet for a moment.

¨Well, there he goes again being a dickhead. Classic Damon, you got.¨ The saxophone player points to the leaving blond and grins sheepishly at you.

¨What's his problem?¨ You ask in disgust, shaking your head as you join the rest of the boys leaving.

¨Uh, well...¨ Graham scratches the back of his head and avoids looking at you. ¨He's always been kind of like that, y´know, so don't take it too personally, but between just us four, his wife´s been on his arse for a bit about um...some...domestic affairs.¨ He finishes lamely, and the other two men guffaw at your raised eyebrow.

You don't have a chance to press further as to ask what domestic affairs, exactly because a loud clap of thunder shakes you all to your cores as you step outside.

¨Aw, come on!¨ You stamp your foot and hold out your hand for confirmation of the raindrops about to drop on you all. ¨I didn't know it was gonna rain today,¨ you grumble.

Graham squints up at the sky and wipes some droplets off his blurred glasses, covering his head with his jacket hood as he begins walking to the parking garage. ¨I´ll see you lot in about a week, yeah? Just keep practicing, good rehearsal we had today!¨ He waves his hand and dashes off.

¨Good job on your first day, Y/N. Fancy the weather on your walk back for us!¨ The sax and bass player bid farewell and also do a sprint to their respective cars, splashing through the puddles and sending muddy water on your pants.

¨Urgh!¨ You raise your hands to try and protect your bottoms but to no avail- London's sewage strikes again.

Sighing in defeat, you walk through the rain towards your car, succumbing to the grimy walk. Unfortunately you didn't think to use the parking garage due to high nerves when you first came in.

You walk for about 5 minutes, the rain drenching your hair and clothes and chilling you to your bones.

Could this day get any more annoying?

Oh, but you should´ve known that it could.

Because right at that moment, a black limo swerves right next to you on the sidewalk, sending a massive wave of gutter water right your way.

You swear loudly and jump back, barely managing to avoid the remnants of the sewage tsunami crossing your feet.

Looking up wildly at the offensive vehicle, you make a fist and flip the window off, your lip curled up into a snarl.

The obsidian glass rolls down.

¨Well that's not very nice, is it? Nasty weather we got going on right now, careful it doesn't get on your clothes.¨

Oh.

¨It's you,¨ you monotone, less than pleased to see his salacious grin at your predicament-which was being soaked to your undergarments in brown muddy water, your hair clinging to your face and your violin case lugging down towards the ground, its weight proving mutiny against you today of all days.

¨In the flesh,¨ Damon beams, and you scowl at his cheery attitude.

¨You almost drowned me, asshole,¨ You turn your nose up in scorn, and he chuckles in his baritone voice.

¨Nah, cant´ve love, I can't drive,¨ he clicks his tongue and jerks his thumb to the seat in front of him, where you assume his chauffeur is.

¨Oh, so it was under your orders that your poor driver practically waterboarded me?¨ ¨Well, yeah, I mean what else do you expect me to do when I see a pretty lady walking so harmlessly in the rain?¨ Your voice catches in your throat for a second from his words and the way his glacial eyes twinkle for a moment, but then he erupts in dry chuckles at your demeanor and you throttle your hesitancy at speaking.

¨Shut up, you're absolutely vile, y´know that?¨ ¨So I´ve been told, but to be honest sweetheart, I´d rather hear that in bed, where I´m used to hearing it. Now are you going to get in or shall I talk about my sexual prowess with you the rest of the afternoon?¨ He opens his door from the inside and mockingly winks at you.

You feign a gag, but still decide to jump in the spacious limo when a flash of lightning lights up the sky.

He scoots back to give you space to sit and adjust your violin case on the seats in front of you, but just as you´re about to close the door, he leans in right next to you and reaches behind you to pull it shut himself.

You´re caught still as he draws close, you´re extended hand frozen in midair as his arm against your back flexes and stiffens with it pulling the door. You can feel his breath against your neck as he exhales, can feel some of his hair tickling against your ear and cheek. You hold your breath, not daring to move lest you accidentally brush up against his proximity.

The loud slam of the door causes you to jump, and he laughs a little at that, signaling his driver to go.

You don't quite face him, your gaze down in your lap as his entire body is facing you, still stuck in its position when he was closing the car door.

¨Not nervous, are you?¨ He murmurs in your ear, and you can´t help it when your whole body shivers at feeling the rumble in his gravelly voice.

¨N-no, I´m not. Do you have to be so close?¨ You stammer, barely giving him a sideways glance which eggs him on, much to your displeasure.

¨Not really. But if you´re not nervous, then it shouldn't be a problem, right?¨ He says quietly and leans around to catch your eye.

Before you can lose your nerve and jump out of the car, you snap at him. ¨You just don´t quit, do you?¨

He finally relents and the side of his pink lips lift lazily as he stretches his knees out and practically manspreads across the expanse of three seats. ¨Nope. Not that you really were against it though, ´could feel your heart pounding a mile a minute sweetheart. Trust me, I´m used to making girls nervous, I would know.¨

You sneer at him. ¨Don´t call me sweetheart, and yeah, I was nervous about getting some disease-ridden prick like you getting close to me. God knows how many STD´s you've contracted from bedding some poor groupies.¨

¨Only one way to find out, right love?¨ He leans his head up to the car ceiling and lets his tousled golden hair flop back, his jawline accentuated by the cream-colored seats contrasting with his tan skin.

You catch yourself staring, and shake your head quickly.

¨You must´ve been more hopped up on heroine than I thought if you think I´d ever fuck a self-absorbed, narcissitic bastard like you.¨

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but once they do your eyes widen and you clap a hand over your mouth in horror.

Damon lifts his head and slowly turns to face you, his mouth set in a thin line.

¨A self-absorbed, narcissistic bastard whose limo you're riding in, need I remind you, so I can´t be all that bad. ´Can't say I haven't heard any of that before love, but most girls who say that end up in my bed anyways.¨

You open your mouth to argue but he cuts you off.

¨Although, ´hopped up on heroin´ is a new one. Just exactly how much research have you done about me so far?¨

Your rebuttal dies in your throat. You were caught.

Your ears burn and your face flushes as you bite your lip in embarrassment. Maybe you went too far, and on top of that you let it slip that you knew about him beforehand.

But you refuse to kowtow in humiliation to this idiot, so you think quickly.

¨I doubt you´ve got your head that far up your ass to disregard how half the world was tuning into your personal life when Blur was big, Damon.¨

He looks unimpressed with your excuse, but before he can open his mouth to question you further, you hurry up with another save.

¨Also, where are we going? You never asked me where my car was.¨

Bingo His eyes brighten and he shouts at the driver, harping on about him being a brain-dead idiot for driving in circles the past 10 minutes.

What a save.

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The moment you step into the booth next week, a drumstick is lobbed at you from seemingly nowhere. You yelp and hold your case up, blocking the weapon as it bounces off your makeshift shield. You bring the case down and shoot a glare towards the only man you know capable of acting so childishly at his grown age.

But he´s already scrolling through his phone, looking for a measure to start from.

¨You´re late.¨

¨Hardly,¨ you mutter, glancing at the clock on the wall. Two minutes past shouldn´t be an excuse for having a drumstick pick out your eye.

¨Good to see you again, Y/N,¨ Graham pipes up softly, sending you an apologetic glance from Damon to you and you stick out your tongue in faux annoyance.

The other two members of your group greet you as well, and you all begin practice. Notes begin harmonizing together, voice and sound coinciding to make music you´ve swayed your hips and nodded your head to on blue nights.

It´s a hot day, humidity clinging to your skin akin to the perspiration hanging off your forehead, and halfway through the song you decide to take off your sweater. You´re wearing a white tank top underneath, nothing too revealing save for the slight dip in the V-neck, but you couldn't care less about modesty at the moment when your fingers were literally slipping in their grasp on your sweat-slicked bow.

During a quick break in your part of the song, you slip off your sweater and fan yourself out. It feels good, but you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. Following the laser gaze, you turn your head to face Damon, but he´s nose-deep in the lyrics sheet, warbling about a broken love or friendship.

Huh, must´ve been imagining it.

Your solo comes up, and you prepare yourself for tackling the notes to your best ability, keeping up with Graham´s rapid guitar pace. Sweat continues to build on everyone´s vicinity when the rapid movement of arms waving around their own instrument causes more body heat to suffocate you all.

Miraculously, the song finishes, and you collapse in your seat like the rest of the men, panting and wiping slick off your foreheads. You reach for a bottle of water on the floor and unscrew the lid, grimacing at its lukewarm temperature but drinking it nonetheless.

For the second time, you have an unnerving feeling of being watched. This time, you whip your head to the side and catch him staring straight at you.

Damon´s face is flushed, his hair tousled, his rose colored glasses steamed up from the muggy aura in the room. His denim jacket is hanging off one shoulder, the rest of his torso covered with a sheer wife beater that accentuates his chiseled dad-body.

But he just stares you down, saying nothing. You frown at him a little bit and shift your body away from him, feeling vulnerable to his laser-gaze. His eyes darken, but Graham speaks, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say.

¨That was pretty good, you lot. Greg, Taz, hold off on the third beat of the fourth measure. We´ve gotta crescendo slightly-¨

¨Y/N, do you have a job?¨

Damon's voice cuts off Graham, and everyone falters as they look at him and then you in surprise.

¨I don´t know what you mean,¨ you respond coolly, knowing that whatever he was about to say wasn't good.

¨I mean, do you have a job? Because as far as I know, most people who work don't dress like whores at their job.¨

His eyes travel from your face down to your slight cleavage, and you sputter in rage as the rest of the boys shift uncomfortably.

¨Damon, for god's sake what´re you on about?¨ Graham asks wearily, taking his glasses off and rubbing his shiny neck.

¨I could ask you the same thing, actually. Because as far as I know, you've fucked enough women in your lifetime that one would think you could keep it in your pants for five minutes without acting like a twelve-year-old. Oh, but unless that´s too professional for you? I guess you´re not as serious about your work environment as you claim.¨ you laugh, and the sax player, Greg, snorts into his water bottle.

Damon sneers, ¨How could I forget, you actually have done your research about my life and sexual endeavors, what a cute little fangirl you are. If you wanted an autograph, you could've just asked, sweetheart.¨

¨Go fuck yourself,¨ you snap. ¨You´re all wearing wife-beaters anyways, what's the difference?¨

Damon starts again but Graham claps his hands loudly, startling you all.

¨Enough, both of you! What's gotten into you? Need I remind you that our song is due in less than two weeks? We need to finish this shit and get on with it. Stop acting like children.¨

You mumble under your breath and Damon shoots a dark look to his childhood friend, but the brunette doesn't back down, and continues to give advice on how to improve their song. You don´t look at Damon the rest of the session out of pure spite, but that doesn't stop him from shamelessly staring straight at you, right until it's time to leave.

The second Graham checks his watch and exclaims that it's a quarter past twelve already, you´re already bolting out of your seat and shoving your violin in its case, eager to get out of the disgustingly hot room.

Fortunately, this time you had the right idea to park in the garage like everyone else to avoid any other unwanted encounters, but unfortunately while it was nice to not be waterboarded on your walk, it wasn´t enough to stop said unwanted encounters from occurring.

Take right now, for instance.

As you stumble to your car in the blistering weather, your energy depletes faster and faster, causing you to be light headed. Practice was already tough enough in the sweltering heat, but after Damon's little scene you don't have any energy to even walk.

You crash blindly into your car, the metal of the doors burning your skin as you make contact with the handle. You hiss and jerk back, swaying slightly as your head fogs up. You can barely see, you feel like your clothes weigh a ton on you, so you slide down the vehicle and sit up against the tires, throwing your head back against the car and groaning. The idea of unlocking your doors and sitting in the seat where no doubt several temperatures higher will be settling on the dashboard and in the front row is nauseating.

Weather-2

You-0

You don't know the building well enough to know where a vending machine is, and even if you shot Graham a text, you don't have enough energy to wander around and scout for it.

And lo and behold, from a distance, a figure approaches. You squint as it draws nearer, and let out a laugh as the features come into familiarity.

The heat must be getting to you worse than you thought, because you´re certain you´re hallucinating Damon Albarn of all fucking people swaggering towards you, one hand holding his denim jacket over his shoulder, and a shit-eating grin on his face as he comes to stand in front of you.

All you can do is pant like a dog, looking up at him with unimpressed eyes.

¨Oi, G-String. ´Brought you some water.¨ he holds out a hand, and you choose to ignore the offensive nickname, insead noticing the large bottle in it, cold condensation covering its expanse.

Your eyes widen and you lick your lips unconsciously, holding your hands out for it.

Damon watches your tongue poke out and loses focus before snapping back to reality and moving his arm above your head. You pout and try to reach for it again, but he laughs and holds it even higher.

You glare and turn your head away from him, suddenly remembering how he embarrassed you earlier.

¨Go away. I don't want it anymore. You´re an asshole.¨ you mumble, perspiration hanging off your lip as you lick the salty beads away once again.

Damon´s eyes never leave your mouth as he listens to you and watches the pink appendage make its appearance again, and his mouth hangs open slightly unbeknownst to you for a second. You cross your arms and glare at the empty parking lot, silently willing him to go away.

He snaps back into focus yet again and shakes his head at you. ¨Oh come on love, I´m just teasing. You look like you´re about to die anyways, might as well make this your last meal-er, drink I mean.¨

¨I´m not taking anything from a complete dickhead who enjoys harassing women about their clothes. You know, for such a womanizer, you act pretty clueless about how comments like that would make a girl feel. No one else but you had an issue with it, or rather, had the audacity to point it out.¨ You cough at the last word, your dry throat and heavy head making it harder to talk.

He sighs and crouches down, balancing on the balls of his feet. He pops open the cap and gently turns your chin towards his face, much to your surprise. You´re genuinely too weak to protest, but when you look at his concerned face, eyebrows scrunched up and accentuating the lines on his forehead, you don't think you'd want to turn away even if you could.

He coaxes your agap mouth even more open by dragging a rough thumb down over your lips, and you obediently open your mouth, mesmerized by his eyes. His movements are soft and slow, as if you were a fidgety rabbit about to run off at the slightest touch. He scoots closer, right over in front of you as you simply gaze up at him, allowing him to pour cool water down your throat, quenching your bone-dry palate.

For a couple of seconds, water floods your mouth but all you can do is stare up at him. The light rays are reflecting off his back, casting a yellow glow around his silhouette and he almost looks like an angel. His hair is mussed as if he'd spent the day running his hands through the golden locks, and the scruff on his face peeks through soft-looking skin.

¨Swallow, or I'll really waterboard you this time,¨ he says lowly, chuckling a bit as he catches you staring so adamantly right in his face. You jerk back to consciousness and swallow hastily, accidentally choking on the gulp in your rush.

He laughs even more and lets go of your chin much to your disappointment as he adjusts himself to sit next to you, not seeming to mind the scorching car metal. The absence of his hand on your face leaves a cold, empty feeling in your heart despite the heated blush on your cheeks

¨You´ll burn yourself,¨ you mumble, lolling your head over to look at him.

But he looks straight ahead and shrugs casually. ¨Not any more than you.¨ You both sit in silence for a few minutes, occasionally sipping from the bottle he passes towards you and watching cars go by.

¨You didn't answer my question. Why do you harp on me in the studio? You act like a normal human being here.¨

Damon looks thoughtfully at a white sedan passing by, then speaks.

¨As I´m sure Graham has blabbed to you already, I´ve been having some...trouble with the missus, let's say.¨

You say nothing and raise a questioning eyebrow.

¨For the shitty attitude,¨ he mutters and swipes the bottle from your hand, taking a large swig himself.

¨And, like you said earlier, I am an asshole. Of course I´ll enjoy harassing pretty women over their revealing clothes,¨ he smirks and gives you a once over.

There it was again, pretty woman.

You scowl and get up to leave, but what he says stops you in your tracks.

¨Taz was lookin´ at you,¨ he says quietly, suddenly very interested in the now-empty bottle. ¨´Didn't like it, but I couldn't say anything to him. Graham likes him too much.¨

Huh. Maybe the pair of eyes you felt back in the room didn't only belong to Damon.

He cracks a small smile and looks up at you, his face adorably innocent and wide as he sheepishly admits, ¨I´m used to butting heads with blokes like him for women.¨

You jerk back up to your feet, brushing off any insinuation he was giving and pat his knee awkwardly, ignoring the fire now igniting once again in your chest.

¨Thanks for the water, I needed it. You might wanna move if you don't want to get run over by my car.¨ You reach down and pick up your case as Damon clambers to his feet.

He looks amused as you fumble for your keys, nervously turning the lock and sitting in the hot car, obviously eager to get away from his intimidating gaze.

¨I´ll see you next week, yeah?¨ You laugh breathlessly and roll your window down to call out to him.

He says nothing, but merely cocks his head at you, his eyes now obscured by the rose-colored glasses he puts over his eyes. He waves a little and watches as you drive away a little too fast.

But as it turns out, you don't see him next week.

******

It was just your luck that one of the cutest guys from your work asked you out on the very same week you had practice with the boys. You contemplated moving the date to another time, but...you deserved to have some fun time off too, right? It's not like it would make too much of a difference in your skill, anyways, you´ve gotten all the strings down and such.

So, you decide to go on this date. It goes well, the dude was cute, dorky, lacked a little pizzazz but nothing a bottle of fancy red wine and a night of movies couldn´t coax out of him. It honestly wasn't anything too big, you exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up again soon. After parting ways, you threw yourself back into the regular regime of practicing your violin and meticulously listening to the booth recording every night, just so you could perfect your part to a T.

The day came where you had to go back to practice, and you were ready, veins pumping with determination to make these last few sessions the best you´ve played yet. You texted Graham that you´d be there soon, and he gave you a thumbs up in return. When you finally arrived in front of the room, you were 10 minutes late. The boys were already playing, by the sound of the percussion booming outside the door. You grimace and take a deep breath, turning the handle in and hurrying inside the booth.

No one really spared a glance at you, so you assumed you were okay in terms of punctuality. You opened your case and started strumming your strings, counting the measures and beats until it was your turn. Damon´s voice rang out, melodious and airy as ever, dropping octaves and floating on soprano tones. Your bow moved across his words, accenting his tones and adding emphasis to his sorrowful song. And then, after a couple of minutes, it was done.

¨Alright you lot, pretty good for today. ´Specially you, Y/N, you caught up pretty quick, I expected you to slack behind but I'm actually impressed.¨ Graham flashed you a nervous grin and you beamed back at him in return.

¨Yeah, speaking of, why were you gone last week? I expected someone who makes below the poverty line would actually want to work for their money,¨ Damon chuckles a little meanly.

You feel your smile drop a smidge.

¨Well actually Damon, not that it's any of your business, but I went on a date.¨ You smirk at him, enjoying the way his mouth opens slightly and moves silently.

But he regroups quickly and glares at you. ¨None of my business? The deadline is only a few days away, and you´re whoring yourself out and going on dates? I guess you´re not as professional as Graham thought.¨

Everyone shifts uncomfortably, and blood rushes to your face, anger clouding your mind. Why was he being like this? He was fine the last time you saw him, you actually thought maybe he was going to change the way he addressed you.

Graham speaks up. ¨Damon. You´re overreacting man, I gave her the okay, and she played fine today. No harm done, seriously, there's no need for that kind of language towards her.¨

¨Actually, there absolutely is a need. If I knew you were going to invite a prostitute as our sub-in then I would´ve never agreed to have her here. Didn´t know you were so low on money Y/N, I would´ve spared you a couple pounds.¨ He sneers.

¨Damon!¨

You laugh bitterly and rise to your feet. ¨Oh that's rich, coming from the man who fucked half the continent just because he couldn't get over one girl. No wonder every real woman in your life including your wife wants to leave, nothing is ever good enough for you. Except heroin maybe.¨

The words leave your mouth before you can take them back, and there's a pin drop silence as if a bomb had been dropped. In a way, it kind of did.

Damo glares at you. Everyone is holding your breath, including you.

¨Get out.¨

¨Hey,-¨ Taz tries to gently interject but Damon throws the mic at him.

¨I said get the fuck out. You´re not practicing with us anymore, you can pack your shit and leave.¨

Tears brim at the corners of your eyes, and you choke out a small ¨Fine.¨

You hear Graham berating him behind you as you fly through the door, telling him that they need you, it's too late to change people, but the words jumble in your ears as the door slams shut. You don't hear what Damon says, if he even says anything, and you aren't interested in his comebacks right now.

It's only when you leave the car, tears streaming down your face in rage and embarrassment that you groan to yourself, your hands reaching an empty seat with one foot out the door-

You forgot your violin case.

************

It's nighttime.

The crickets chirp as you creep silently through the parking garage, the soft thud of your shoes echoing a lot louder than you wanted in the empty lot. The studio itself wasn't closed, but you were sure Damon must have informed the manager there not to let an ex-musician like you back in there.

Wearing a black hoodie and black pants was a smart move- you blended in with the shadows well. The doors weren't locked, and you hiss out a small ¨yesss¨ as you slip inside the mostly dark building. Needless to say, you were proud of yourself for navigating through the windings pitch-black hallways to your old booth.

Testing the handle lightly, you sigh out in relief when that too gives way. Unfortunately though, the second the door shuts behind you, you immediately stumble forward and fall.

The room is dark, darker than the other hallways so you can barely see your hands. The only source of light you´re granted is the dim red bulb on top of the booth door. And speaking of, that's exactly where you need to go...which proves to be harder when you keep bumping into random shit and cursing when you feel potential bruises forming on your shins.

Miraculously you stagger through the next door towards where you last sat, and blindly feel around the floor and chairs for your violin case. You feel nothing there, but panic starts settling in your heart when you can't find it.

¨Looking for something?¨

You scream and lurch backwards, knocking your head into some kind of stand. Groaning, you rub your head and hold a hand on your racing heart as you squint into the dim red room, placing the voice to the person.

¨D-Damon?¨

¨In the flesh sweetheart. ´Knew you'd come back for this, s´just my luck I came back to get it tonight so I could give it to you personally in case you wanted to be stubborn. But this is even better than I could´ve hoped.¨

You make out his silhouette in the obsidian abyss in front of you. He's sitting with knees spread on a chair, a few feet in front of you as he leans his head back on the wall. Your precious violin case is being held hostage in his arms, and it's the absolute love you have for the brittle instrument that propels you to your feet and moves you to get the hell out instead of interrogating him.

¨What, so you were just here the whole time listening to me falling around like an idiot?” You laugh incredulously, and you see the area of his shoulders move up and down.

¨Was pretty funny to watch, honestly. You sound cute when you curse.¨ He stands up to his fullest height now, the red light bouncing off his back, giving him a sort of demonic halo.

You knew it was actually time to leave when you felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach rise up again.

¨Right, well, I´ll be on my way then. Good luck with your song and whatever, I´ll just take the case...¨ You trail off as your extended hand is left in midair, no violin case reaching it.

He cocks his head at you. ¨Why are you in such a rush to leave?¨

You can´t help the scoff that escapes you.

¨Are you serious? You were such an absolute dickhead to me this afternoon, you said all sorts of horrible things to me, and you even fired me for Christ's sake! I want nothing to do with you, so could you please give me my case back so I can go?¨

He's silent for a moment before answering. ¨Are you done yet?¨

It isn´t just the light that's making you see red now.

¨Fuck you, honestly.¨ You whirl around and stomp towards where you guess the door is, ignoring the clatter behind you and bingo you locate the handle, but as soon as you turn it-

A hand reaches from behind you and pulls the ajar door shut.

¨Don´t go. I´m sorry.¨

You´re absolutely still as you feel him towering over you, his arm dangerously close to your midriff as his hand remains on the knob.

His voice is low, and you can feel him breathe against your neck, mere inches away. You can´t help the involuntary shiver that passes through you, and he feels it too, inhaling deeply when he gets close to your ear.

¨You smell so good.¨

¨Leave me alone, Damon,¨ you whisper, your voice catching in your throat from the overwhelming onslaught of emotions passing through you.

He breaths in and slowly lets his hand rest on your side.

¨I can't do that. You know why. You have to have known by now.¨

You tremble in his touch, yet allow his hands to wander down to your hip, the other coming around in a sort of hug to pull you closer to him.

¨We can´t.¨

¨Sure we can.¨

You can feel his erection bumping against your ass.

¨You´re not worth this.¨

¨I´ll make myself worth it.¨

And as soon as he latches onto the back of your neck, you´re like putty in his hands, a moaning mess as he sucks galaxy-colored hickies on your skin. You can feel yourself grow wetter as he shoves his hands up your shirt and teasingly pulls down the bridge of your bra, letting the weight of your tits fill up his hands appreciatively. He starts rolling your hardened buds in between his skilled calloused fingers, and you whine and throw your head back when you feel him rut against your ass, panting raggedly in your ear.

You rub your thighs together, desperate for some form of friction as he squeezes your tits, and then letting one hand ghost across the expanse of your stomach, down to brush against the rim of your panties. Damon chuckles meanly in your ear when you buck against the stilled hand over your mound.

¨You want this?¨ He lightly nips your ear. He smells like old spice and sandalwood.

You nod desperately, frustrated with him not giving you his thick fingers already.

But it's not enough for him. ¨No no, pretty girl, use your words now. I´ve barely touched you yet and you´re already moaning like a wanton little slut for me? And here I was thinking you weren't that easy.¨

You stop jerking your hips and blood rushes to your face at his insulting words. You try to move out of his grip, huffing and regretting the whole thing but he outright laughs now and spins you around, tugging you forward until your chest is slotted against his. You pout at him and look away, but he's quick to grasp your chin and pull you in for a rough yet sensual kiss.

Pushing you backwards against the wall, he deepens the lip-lock, tracing his tongue over your lips, nipping at the soft flesh and darkening his eyes when you whimper and look up at him.

He knows what he´s fucking doing when he again drops his hand under your pants and over your panties, his other palm wound up firmly through your hair. He pulls your head back and lets you breathe for a second from his kiss of death before he speaks again.

¨I didn't hear an answer, slut. Do you want this?¨ He leans forward until his nose brushes against your neck, flicking his tongue out to taste your saccharine flesh.

You tremble against his firm body when he pushes his pelvis against you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.

It doesn't matter anymore. Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an easy slut putting up a facade for him, but when his clothes erection grinds up against your pussy you can't care less.

¨Y-yes, yes, ´want you, please,¨ you pant, frantically gripping the back of his cropped hair as his head descends to mark your neck again.

¨What a good girl,¨ he whispers, finally allowing his digits to oh-so-slowly trace over your mound, pressing down harder when you jerk against him. He finds your wet clit and flicks it a few times, snickering when you gasp and moan. Your body writhes in place but he holds you literally between a rock-or, wall- and a hard place, preventing you from scampering off.

He drums his fingers against your folds, paying no attention to the way you grip his head tighter against you, silently begging him to go further.

But he relents eventually and retires from just pushing and prodding your folds, allowing his slicked fingers to slowly dive into your drooling hole. You whimper and bite back a string of curses when you feel him fill you completely, scraping against your walls for that one special spot.

His mouth moves off your neck and he rises to face you, a stupid smug grin on his wet lips, his eyelids lowered and trained on you. You flush at his lustful expression and gently push his head away, not wanting to accept his victory yet.

¨My fingers are literally fucking you right now, and you still won´t let me look at you? What, too embarrassed you couldn't continue being a stone-cold bitch for long?¨

You open your mouth to snap back but right at that moment he curls his fingers and grazes your G-spot, simultaneously grounding his wet palm against your clit.

With a loud gasp and the sluttiest moan you´ve ever made, you cum hard, your mouth open in a silent scream and your tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat as you do so. You fall forward against him.

You don't even need to look up to know that he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

¨What was that sweetheart? Sorry, ´couldn't hear you over those slutty moans. I think even the pornstars I´ve been with would give you a standing ovation if they heard what you just sounded like.¨

Your words are slurred as you curse nonsense at him, yet you´re still gripping his forearms to keep a hold on yourself. Your ears are ringing and you see spots as you come down from your climax, and surprisingly enough, Damon holds you close and doesn't let you slip down to the ground as you expected to when your knees start to give out.

Instead, he lifts you up quite easily and carries you over to a table in the corner of the room. You don´t know how he even navigates his way through the dimly lit room, but you suppose after almost half a lifetime in studios he knows his way around.

You offer no resistance as he sets you down gently and begins to lift your shirt off of your body. You manage to lift your arms weakly up in the air for easier access to stripping, but when he starts to kneel down to take your pants off you stop his hands at your knees and look at him with scrunched eyebrows.

He stops and looks up at you. His eyes aren't so darkened anymore, they´re wide and imploring, probably noticing your hesitation.

¨Damon, I...¨ You trail off as he maintains eye contact with you and slowly lowers his pursed lips to your calf, lightly pecking his way up to your knees and ensuring that you´re watching his every move.

Your breathing increases again as his pink appendage darts out, his saliva cooling on your exposed thighs. He sucks on the plush skin and turns his head upwards to face you.

You want to run your hands through his hair.

¨You have a wife,¨ You breathe.

¨Not for tonight I don´t.¨

Your voice gets caught in your throat at that. He positions his hands at the side of your knees, fingers curling around the hem of your pants in a second attempt.

¨Let me make you feel good, love.¨

His answer is in the form of your hand reaching for his collar and pulling him up into a standing position until he towers over your seated form, once again breath stolen in a heated kiss.

Damon fumbles with his zipper as you shove your pants off, fully ready for him now, your dampened panties solid evidence of your need for him.

He pulls his cock out and it bounces out, slapping up against his stomach.

You do a double take. The tabloids were right. He was absolutely huge.

It was disgusting almost, it was insulting really. How the fuck could he be that big? You lose count of how many inches he is when you start to get light headed, realizing with a jolt that he plans to put that monster inside you.

And fuck, why did it have to be so pretty too? Normally you wouldn´t use the word pretty to describe a dick, but fuck, that´s the only appropriate word that came to mind as you admired the white flesh as it mixed in with a dull pink flush turning into an angry shade of red as your eyes progressed up to his tip...which was soaked with precum, mind you.

He was neatly shaven everywhere, including his plush balls. No wonder he got to fuck half the continent.

Damon notices your gawking and smiles lazily, taking a fist around his prick and stroking lethargically up and down.

¨You gonna just stare at it all day or are you going to spread those cute legs for me?¨

Spoken like a true middle aged fuck-boyman.

You look up at him beseechingly, thoroughly intimidated by his length. He merely scoffs, winking at you when he wrenches your tightly closed knees apart.

It's almost like he falls into a trance when he presses his now-naked torso against your chest, when he slots himself between your legs and drags his tip through your sloppy folds and up onto your clit. His mouth falls open slightly and he moans when your juices coat his dick, making it slippery and easy to push the first few inches ever so slightly into your spasming cavern.

He can't help but want more, need more as he practically smothers his weight onto you, forcing you to lie back on the table and letting your legs dangle off the edge. He hunches over you and thrusts minutely into your pulsing folds, groaning when you whine and lace your fingers around his neck and tangle your legs around his back, dragging him impossibly close into you.

For a moment it´s just the sound of you two panting and moaning like inexperienced teenagers, and a zing of pride zips up your spine at the realization that Damon Albarn, one of the world's most renowned playboy is whining and humping against your pussy, reduced to nothing at your hands.

He takes your hands from around his neck and grips your wrists, forcing them above your head on the table. He leans down and kisses you, hard. You give him back the same energy when your hips move up and down along his length, pushing your inviting hole towards his eager and jumping dick.

¨Pretty little girl,¨ he murmurs against your lips, and you nip his bottom lip playfully in retaliation. He slowly starts to sink himself into you, and you practically purr at the feeling of his veiny member dragging against your sensitive walls until he stops.

You look at him questioningly, and blanch when you see the mischievous glint in his cobalt eyes.

¨I want you to count for me.¨

¨Count…?¨ You shake your head in confusion and he pulls out, making you groan in annoyance.

¨I want you to count every inch I put inside you. Unless your slutty mouth can't even do that? I'd be surprised if you couldn´t, you usually have so much shit to say.¨ His voice is low yet teasing, and a shiver passes through you when the rumble of his chest vibrates against your nipples.

¨F-fine, I´ll count.¨

He hums in approval and regroups, guiding his length into your awaiting pussy once again.

It´s almsot torture how slow he goes, and your toes curl at how vivid the sensation is at this pace.

You almost forget to do what he asks until he ducks his head down and teeths your bud.

¨Ah, fuck! One!¨ You yelp, writhing to get away from his lecherous gaze and hold on your poor tit.

He tuts and licks the swollen area until the pain subsides a bit, and then he continues to push.

¨T-two,¨ you moan and let your head fall back. It's unfair how tightly he´s holding your reins-you want him to plow you down, not take his sweet time in this punishment.

¨Damon, can´t you go any faster? Please, I want y-¨

¨-I didn't take you for a masochist, Y/N, but I´m happy to play around with these cute tits if you want to bitch more.¨

Your scowl is cut off when he suddenly shoves two more inches into you, and you mewl loudly at being filled so much.

¨Three! Four! Fuck, oh god, please,¨ you babble nonsense as he curses above you, his form shaking in an effort not to push all the way in.

¨Doing so good sweetheart, you´re almost halfway,¨ he smirks and you gape at him in disbelief.

Halfway?

Five, six, seven, eight, and nine go painfully slow, and by the time he´s fully sheathed inside you, plush balls pressed against your ass, you´re an incoherent, drooling mess.

Your hair is in your face, your cheeks are flushed, and your body bounces up and down as he begins to rock inside you, finally giving you what you want.

His name is chanted like an obscene prayer from your mouth as he grunts and shakes the table. Your legs are wobbly and unable to do anything except press him tighter against you to the point where he can barely move back. The skin of his stomach slaps against yours, his balls slap against the crevice of your ass, and your pussy practically sloshes with every stroke in and out.

He fists your hair with one hand and pulls your neck up to meet his searching lips, his other hand holds your wrists fast against the table. You want to touch him, you want to explore your body as he has conquered yours but he doesn't let you feel anything else apart from the rapid thrusts inside your battered body.

Damon switches positions and lifts the back of your knees up and pushes them forwards until they meet your chest. He lets his body weight rest on the back of your thighs as he pulls out and pushes back impossibly close inside you, closer than he did in missionary.

You sob with need as he plunges into you and reaches a higher spot than before, his tip grazing your cervix. He pounds into you, and you thrust your hips up to fuck back into him, calling out his name as if he were your god.

It´s a good thing the rooms are soundproof.

You feel your second climax comes when he paves way through your tight walls and batters your uterus. It doesn´t hurt so much as feel intense, and your choked moans become panting gasps when he brings a hand down to swirl his thumb over your aching clit.

¨You´re not going to meet with that prick from your work again, yeah? Say it. Say it if you want me to let you cum.¨ He could have been speaking an alien language for all you knew. Your poor addled brain didn't pick up anything except for the word ¨cum¨, and you were a goner.

¨Yes, yes, anything you say, anything you want, just please let me-¨

And oh he does.

It comes over you like a tidal wave, your mind going blank, your eyes seeing white as your legs shake from your earth-shattering orgasm. You feel like you´re going down a rollercoaster, and you never want to stop dropping.

Distantly, you hear him groan and say your name. You can feel pulsing in your filled walls, with what you assume is his ropes of cum. It feels like when you came, it practically squeezed all his cum out with your clenching.

He lets out a shaky breath and falls forward, his nose inches from yours, his breath puffing in your face.

Your eyes are glazed over, but you´ve never seen anything more clearly before.

Maybe Damon Albarn really was worth it.

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Steve Harrington sucks.

Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

A/N: Yay! My first request done!🎉✨ Please don’t hesitate to request anything, and I hope you enjoy. Sorry it tooks so long, I just started school.

Summary: (Y/n) Henderson has been through some shit in her 17 years. Her father leaving, an overprotective mother, bullies, interdimensional monsters, government conspiracies, etc. Needless to say her life was constantly changing. There was one thing that will always remain the same though. And that was the hatred she has for the one and only Steve Harrington.

Request from anon.

Masterlist

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You and Steve have never seen eye to eye. You haven’t for a very long time. You two used to be best friends, but that was a long time ago. Before high school and cliques mattered, and before Steve was known as “King Steve.” But once you two entered freshman year, Steves popularity rose and you were left behind.

Even though you and Steve no longer associated with each other, that didn’t stop you two from fighting any chance you got.

You two argued about everything. If you said the sky is blue, Steve would argue that its actually purple. No kidding, he actually made the argument that the sky was purple. Needless to say, you two hated each other.

“Steve, I swear if you don’t move your feet I’ll--”

“You’ll what Y/n, please tell me what you’ll do?

“ I’ll take your feet and shove it up you---”

“Can you guys not...”

It was always like this. Ever since Steve started dating Nancy it was like he was always there. And because Nancy was your best friend, you got reacquainted with the King of Hawkins High.

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After everything Will with through with the Upside down and El, you were relieved that it was over. You could go back to your normal life of being a big sister and being top of the class. But then your brother started acting weird.

It started on Halloween, he came home and was holding his ghost trap thing from Ghostbusters weirdly. You thought it was a rat or something at first but something seemed off.

Then Mews went missing. Mews was given to you on your thirteenth birthday, so loosing her was devastating to you. You still had faith that she just ran out and was lost somewhere in the woods. You spent hours looking for her but no dice so far. You were in your room when your mom called you from the kitchen.

“Yeah?!” you shouted, finishing up some missing flyers for Mews.

“Can you go find Dusty for me? It’s getting dark outside.” After the incident with Will and Barb, the parents became a lot more wary when it came to being out after dark.

Rolling your eyes, you get up from your small desk and walk out to the kitchen where your mom is. As you get closer, you smell the weird concoction your mother is making on the stove. Your mom wasn’t the best cook.

“Did he mention where he was going?” you ask, scrunching up your face at the sight of the...stew??

“He mentioned something about Lucas and a code red?? Whatever that means.”

“Code red?” you ask, you weren’t too nervous because code red could mean anything. and Dustin tends to be over dramatic. But still, a small voice in the back of your head is warning you.

“I’m not too sure dear. Would you like to have a taste before you leave?” aaand that was your cue to leave. You start rushing to the door

“Sorry mom! I better go find Dustin before it gets to late.”

You start to make your way down the road when a flash of red catches your eye, you walk towards it . You realize its just some pieces of meat. Then you see what looks like a trail. Leading from your basement to the woods. A bad feeling settles in your stomach, and before you go in the woods, you get a hockey stick that you wrapped with barb wire a few months ago just incase.

Then you follow the trail of meat into the woods.

You follow the trail till it leads you to the junkyard. By the time you got there it was already dark and surprisingly foggy.

“Dustin?!!” You shout, seeing the pile of meat stopping. You step over it as you walk around shouting for your brother.

“Hello!!? Dustin this isn’t funny, moms worried about you.”

And that's when you heard it. A low growling sound. Right behind you.

“Y/N!! WATCH OUT”

You spin around to see what looked like a demogorgon, but on all fours like a dog. And it was slowly walking towards you. Growling as it stepped closer and closer. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you tighten your grip on the hockey stick. Adrenaline rushing through your body. Your senses heightened as you focused on the creature in front of you. You lowered your body into a crouch to prepare for an attack. You slowly backed away slowly as it stalked toward you. You heard what sounded like Lucas or Dustin tell you to run but you knew if you turned around, that thing would pounce on you and you’d be dead. And if you died, what would happen to your brother? To Lucas?

Then the demodog lunged at you. The muscles in its leg tightened as it jumped toward you. You held your breath as you swung the stick with all your might, hitting the monster in mid air. It yelped as its body was flung sideways. It layed there for a moment them leaped up on all fours again, You backed away but never took your eyes off it.

“Holy shit what is she doing” a girl??

“YEAH THATS MY SISTER!” Dustin

“Y/N THREE O’CLOCK! THREE O’CLOCK!” shit.

You can see another figure moving in your peripheral vison. Another one. You position your body so your able to see both dogs at the same time, but then you hear chirping and growling from all ends. You were being surrounded.

“STEVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Then, Steve Harrington runs out of a broke down bus, bat in hand as he settles up behind you.

“What the hell are you doing here Harrington?”

“Saving your ass Henderson, what does it look like?”

“I had this under control”

“Oh yeah, being surrounded definitely screams under control.”

You aren’t given a chance to respond as another demodog leaps at you and Steve, forcing you to swing out and hit it again straight in the head. Another dog leaps at Steve, and he manages to hit it with the bat.

“We’re going to die if we stay here” you say assessing the situation.

“ No shit sherlock.”

“Shut up and listen” You shout. “you run back to the bus. You need to protect the kids. I’m going to distract these fuckers. When I say the word, you open the bus door and let me in. These things hunt in packs, so they won’t chase both of us if I run first.”

“Henderson thats--” You don’t hear the rest as you dash from the spot. As predicted the dogs chase you and don’t pay no mind to Steve. You can see Steve reluctantly run back to the bus as you take a lap around the junkyard. You have to hit some more dogs but you manage to get back where you were.

Then you were tackled. Dropping your stick you scream in pain as the demodog digs it claws in your shoulder. You struggled to get your stick as the other dogs get closer and the one on top of you is lowering its flower mouth to your throat.

“Y/N” you hear your brother scream desperately. You find the strength to kick the dog off of you and launch yourself off the ground. You scoop up the hockey stick and swat the other dog that was in your way as you sprint towards the bus.

“NOW STEVE LET ME IN” You screech as you near the bus. The doors slide open as hands wrap around your arms and pull you in.

You lay there for a few seconds breathless. Muscles burning and ears ringing. You ignore the kids talking over each other and Dutsin fretting over you. You just breath, feeling a bit safer than you did outside. Then something rams into the side of the bus. The kids start screaming and Steve shouts something. You gather your strength once more and stand up, your body screaming at you. You see those demon dogs are trying to get in through the roof. You watch Steve start fighting them as you push the kids behind you. You step forward to help when suddenly they stop. Then they all run away and its quiet. After a few moments you feel weak and slump to the floor.

“Woah woah, Henderson” Steve surges forward and grabs you by the shoulders, you hiss in pain as he grabs the wound, “Shit, this is bad”

“Bad? What do you mean bad? How bad??” Dustin questions, his eyes watering at the thought of loosing his sister.

“I’m fine Dusty.” You say standing up. “ It probably just needs a cleaning and some stitches that all.”

‘You look like you should be an extra in a WW2 documentary.” Steve deadpans. “You should go home.”

You roll your eyes “ Oh like YOU would know what that would look like, you don’t even show up to history class.”

“ That's not the point Henderson, your arm is about to fall off.”

“I am not leaving these kids here defenseless.” you say crossing your arms, but wince as you do.

“First of all they have me, and second of all, you can’t even move your arm! You’d be in the way.”

“ I’m sorry but who was the one that distracted those things? Who came up with that plan to get you back in the bus??” you say, annoyed at the accusation of being useless.

“she has a point” muttered Lucas, earning him a smack in the arm by Max and a glare from Steve.

“Listen Harrington” You say poking him in the chest. “ I’m fine, im not going anywhere, and I can kick your ass even with my arm fucked up. Now we’re going to get out of this FUCKING bus and figure out what the fuck is going on. AM I CLEAR?”

A shocked silence settles in the bus. Lucas and Dustin chuckled and Max smirked in admiration. Steve glared at you, simply saying “Crystal” and turned around marching off the bus. You roll your eyes as Lucas and Max get off as well, leaving only you and your brother.

“That was really badass. The way you fought those demodogs back there.” Dustin said looking up at you.

You smile and ruffle his hair.

“ I wasn’t going to let them get my Dusty Bun” You say in a baby tone pulling him in for a hug. He groans at the name but hugs you back.

“HENDERSONS MOVE YOUR ASSES” Steve shouts. You roll your eyes and nudge Dustin towards the door.

“Come on, before King Steve blows a gasket”

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You find out that Dart killed Mews and are absolutely devastated. Dustin felt guilty as he was basically the reason why your beloved cat died.

“It’s fine Dustin, now I have even more of a reason to kick their doggy ass.”

You walk ahead of the group seething in anger and fear. Your arm was still sluggishly bleeding and throbbing in pain.

“You really should do something about that shoulder” Steve said as he walks up next to you.

“Sure, let me just stop at the hospital while my brother and his friends chase flesh eating dogs from another dimension.” you reply in an sarcastic tone.

“I’m just trying to help.” Steve says in a soft tione

You roll your eyes and mutter a fine. You then rip a strip of fabric from the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around your shoulder.

‘There are you happy now?”you ask

Steve is stunned, he never realized how...tough you are.In fact this whole experience has made him realize how smart and resilient you’ve become. Far different from the shy quiet girl you used to be when the two of you were friends. He never wanted to stop being your friend, in fact he even harbored a little crush on you but he just got caught up in the popularity and attention. Then he got with Nancy and started seeing you constantly again, only now you hated him. It hurt him in ways he didn’t understand. And while he’ll always love Nancy, he’s starting to realize that maybe he’s starting to fall in love with you too.

You look at him weird, as he just stared at you with this weird look on his face. You walked past him as the entrance to the lab becomes clear.

“Hey guys” You shout. “We’re here.”

Then you hear it. Bone chilling roars fill the air. The lights are out inside the lab and you can hear the screams of the people inside. and then rustling comes from the woods. You push the kids behind you and Steve as you tighten the grip on your weapons.

“Steve?” “Y/n?’

“Nancy?’” “Jonathan?”

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After finding out El was actually alive and Will’s interrogation, you officially have seen it all. You, Steve, and the rest of the kids stayed in the Byers house while the “A team” went back to the lab. You finally were cleaning your shoulder when you heard the rumble of an engine.

Great Billy Hargrove.

“It’s my brother! If he catches me here he’ll kill me” Max says, he tone laced in fear. You and Steve look at each other, and then Steve walks out to deal with Billy.

“Quick hide and don’t let him see you” you say moving toward the door. You open it in time to see Billy knock Steve down and kick him. You flinch and are just glad that it wasn’t you.

“Oh” Billy coos, “ Are you gonna let me in Princess or am I gonna have to move you?”

“Moving me sounds fun, how about we try that” you flirt back, hey anything to get him to calm down.

He chuckles. “Nice try toots but I got a bone to pick with my step sister.” And with that she shoves you out of the way. You realize that you can’t fight Billy off alone, so you run to help Steve.

“Come on Harrington, up you go” You try and help him up. You hear the kids shouting and some stuff smashing. “Come on Steve, he’s on there with the kids.” You say urgently.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Steve says, finally getting up. You and Steve rush into the house to see Billy holding Lucas up against a shelf. Steve then rushes to the two, as you go to the kids making sure they’re behind you.

“YOU’RE DEAD SINCLAIR, SO DEAD”

“No, you are” and with that Steve punches Billy in the face. You pull Lucas away, checking him over to make sure he’s alright. The kids are cheering Steve on as he beats Billy.

“KICK HIS ASS STEVE”

Then the tables turn. Billy smashes a plate over Steves head, knocking him down and punching him in the face. They get into the living room and Billy isn’t stopping. He’s punching Steve in the face continuously.

“STOP YOU’RE GONNA KILL HIM” Dustin screams

“BILLY NO”

You rush forward and try to pull him off. “Billy thats enough, he’s already down!” he just pushes you to the ground and resumes his beating. You get up, desperate to help Steve.

“Y/n!” You hear Max yell. You look at her and she hands you something.

Will’s morphine.

Without a second thought you ripped the cap off the needle and injected the drug in Billy’s neck. He flinched and stood up, giving poor Steve a break from his brutal beating.

“youbitchwhatdidyoudo” He slurred as he pulled the needle from his neck. He then fell on his back, half unconscious. Max, surprising you all, took Steves bat and yelled.

“From now on you leave me and my friends alone, you understand?!”

“Screw you.”

She brought down the bat between his legs. Your eyes widened as she slammed the nail covered bat on the floor between them.

“SAY YOU UNDERSTAND. SAY IT! SAY IT!”

“I understand” Billy finally whispered as the drugs took over. After watching that you ran over to Steve. You checked his pulse just to make sure he was alright.

“Alright Harrington, get up” You said. “Come on Steve.”

“Y/n, we don’t have time.” Mike said. “We have to help El.”

“How are you even going to the tunnels Mike? It’s too far to walk.” You say as you put Steve's head on your lap.

Max then walks up to Billy and pulls his keys out of his jacket. “Y/n can drive us.” she says. Then the whole party laughs. “What? What's so funny?”

“Y/n can’t drive us” Dustin said laughing. You glare at him from your spot.

“Why not?” Max asks.

“Because” Mike replies, “ She failed like three of her drivings tests”

“Yeah, unless you want to hit every mail box on the way and get whiplash, y/n is out” Lucas chimed in.

“Hey! I was not that bad” you yelled incredulously. “ Besides what would we do with Steve?”

“Leave him here?” Mike said

“With Billy?” You asked

“Yeah we could just tie Billy up or something”

“We are not leaving Steve” Dustin said. “He’ll be chill when he wakes up, I promise.”

“We still can’t go” you say. The group groans

“Why not” Mike says

“Because, I can’t drive you.” You reply. Then Max ‘s face brightens

“I can drive.” She says

Suddenly, you’re in the backseat of Billy's stolen car, Steve sprawled across yours, Mikes, and Dustin's lap as Max drives erratically to the field.

And then Steve wakes up.

“y/n??” He mutters looking at Mike, Mike gives him the side eye as Dustin starts talking.

“Hey buddy” Dustin says “ He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight”

“Dustin!” you shout

“What?”

‘Oh god” Steve says realizing what was happening “ Oh my god stop the car!!”

“Steve I promised them you’d be cool if we brought you”

“oh god

“Make a left here” “you’re okay”

“Steve relax she’s driven before”

“yeah in a parking lot””That counts!”

“Stop yelling!”

“Stop the car, stop the car” Max takes a sharp turn

“WOAHH” “STOPTHE CAR”

“Steve calm down” “I told you we should have left him!’“

“AHH SLOW DOWN” “CALM DOWN”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP! I’M TRYING TO FOCUS”

Max hits the breaks as she makes to to the field. You all stumble out of the car and head to the trunk, getting ready to head into the tunnels. As you’re putting on your mask and goggles Steve stumbles to the back of the car yelling,

“HELLO! Do you guys hear me, we are not going down there!”

“Y/n how could you let them talk you into his” “ARE YOU DEAF? HELLO?

“WE ARE NOT---”

“STEVE!” Dustin shouted, “The fact of the matter is that a party member needs our assistance. We can’t just abandon her.”

“...fine” Steve says, and he puts on the bandana and goggles. You walk up to him and hand him his bat. “ Wow Harrington, you’ve never looked better”

“Ha ha, get in the hole”

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After struggling to get into the hole, you finally made it into the tunnels. It was dark and damp in there. Cold as you and the party walked further and further into what could be your doom. Specks of...something floated in the air and the walls were covered in what looked like vines. Steve was at the from of the line while you were at the end.Making sure both ends were covered and there wasn’t any chance at a sneak attack.

You stood at the back with Dustin as he kneeled down to tie his shoe and then a flurry of that white shit sprayed in his face. He started freaking out immediatly, screming and spitting

“SHIIT! ITS IN MY MOUTH!”

Steve ran over to him and started asking whats wrong. Seeing Steve so worried about your brother warmed your heart, especially because it’s been so long that Dustin had a male figure who cared about him in his life. Now that you think about it, Steve has been really protective over Dustin these past few days, in fact he--

“Hey Y/n, are you okay” Steve says, interrupting your thought.

You look at him and nod, “We should keep going”

He nods and take his place back in the front. The group only had to walk a few more steps till they reached the hub,

“Let’s torch it” Steve said as he stepped forward. The kids spread out, pouring gasoline on every inch of the cavern. After you were done, Steve pulled out his lighter and flicked it on.

“You ready?” He said. You all nodded and prepared to run for your life. Steve threw the lighter and the whole hub was lit. The everyone ran. Mike got caught as a vine wrapped around his leg. Steve struggled to it get off when you came around.

“Stand back!” you yelled and swung you hockey stick down on the vine a couple times. This cut it in half as you heard it..squeal?? You then helped Mike up and urged him to start running. You were almost back to the hole when you were stopped.

A demodog stood in the way of your freedom. Hunched low and growling as it wait for you to make your move. Thats when Dustin spoke up.

“Dart” “Shh Dustin get behind me” You shushed him, trying to pull him away from the creature but with no luck. He slowly walked toward iy.

“Dustin what are you doing?””Get away from it” the rest of the group whispered as he pulled a candy bar from his pocket.

“yumm nougat” He said, breaking the candy bar into pieces and fed them to the demon dog. ‘There you go buddy, eat up” He then waved to you.

“hurry up go” He said still crouched down. Carefully, each member of the party passed by. Creeping passed the demodog who paid no attention.

“Bye buddy” Dustin whispered as you and Steve pulled him away.

You finally got to the hole. You and Steve helped each of the kids up the rope. Rushing as you heard the rest of the demodogs running to find you. You finally got Dustin up the rope when you saw them. The pack of demodogs running full speed toward you and Steve. There was no time for either of you to get up the rope. Steve pulled you into his chest as the pack drew nearer. You tensed up, waiting to get torn apart by these creatures.

“Y/N! STEVE” Dustin cried, being held back by Mike and Lucas.

The closer they got the harder it was for you to breath. You closed your eyes and dug your face into Steves chest.

They ran past you. The demodogs run right passed you and Steve as if you weren’t there. You feel them run past your legs, bumping into you as they are called somewhere else.

You sigh in relief . You look around the cavern, realizing you’re not dead. Steve laughs a breathless laugh as you smile, the threat of death gone. You realize that you’re still pressed up against him, and look up. Staring into the brown eyes of the one and only Steve Harrington. His goggles pulled up against his forehead and his bandana around his neck.

You don’t know if the adrenaline or you not giving a fuck, but you fling off your safety glasses, pull down your bandana ans surge up.

Capturing Steve’s lips in a kiss.

He makes a little ‘oomph” sound in surprise as he realizes what's happening. But then he relaxes and kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your hands go into his hair as you wrap your arms around his neck, prompting him to lean closer. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you begin to let it in when--

“OH GOD, REALLY?”

Dustin. “GUYS THEY'RE MAKING OUT’”

“Ewww, come on do you really gotta do that here” Lucas complains.

“Yeah! we don’t wanna see that” Mike says, frowning in disgust.

“Come on’ Max says, pulling Dustin and Lucas by the collar of their shirts. Mike following behind them.

You pull away from Steve, giggling as you see the awe struck face he's making.

“Come on King Steve” You say, starting to crawl up the rope. “Before Max starts joy riding and leaves us here. He shakes his head as he watches you get to the top and starts climbing.

“Hold your horses Henderson, I’m coming.”

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