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Game Night!

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Warnings- so much kissing. so many pet names. Kind of virgin!reader, slight exhibitionism, p in v sex, PROTECTION USED (yeehaw!), swearing, mentions of choking but not used,- Please tell me if I missed anything! 

Characters- fem!reader X Steve Harrington

Other- Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson 

Summary- It’s game night in your shared apartment (reader and Robin), and you decide to tuck yourself away early. Amidst the conversation and card shuffling, Steve sneaks away to see you. One thing leads to another and a lack of clothing later, you find yourselves tangled within each others limbs unable to break away. 

Robin and Eddie may have gone a bit overboard. They stood over the end of your kitchen table admiring the stack of board games they somehow managed to carry over. 

“Do we really need this many?” Nancy questioned, counting the nineteen tiers of the great game tower. Robin nodded, “we have to have options don’t we?” 

After maybe 10 minutes of hearing Steve and Eddie bicker back and forth about which game would be longest to play- turns out Monopoly won. Because of this, Monopoly was not the game of choice. Eventually you had all decided on UNO and little to his knowledge, Eddie learned just how painfully long UNO could be compared to Monopoly. “How long has this game gone on for, we’re only in round one?” Eddie moaned, flashing his hand of 18 cards up for everyone to see, there was no way he was winning. “Uh, maybe half an hour?” Steve shrugged, “it’s not that bad, we could be done within the next few minutes, you never know.” Your turn rolled around as everyone played their cards, very fortunately for you keeping the top card yellow. In your hand you held four cards: two green reverse cards, one red eight, and a yellow skip. Unfortunately for the never ending game, beside you sat Eddie who watched as you placed the skip card onto the pile. “NOPE. I’M DONE!” Eddie shouted, tossing his cards face up on the table showing the group his rainbow of digits and unhelpful cards. “Aw, Eds, did we deal you a bad hand?” you faked sympathy. 

“Deal me a bad hand, DUH… I can’t believe I have been betrayed by my best friends, Jesus, what is this? Not a single useful card and I get skipped?!” 

“It’s just a game, dude, not life or death.” Robin chimed in. 

“Well it could be life or death, this is the crew to have done it all.” Steve said under his breath, earning a little giggle from you. “Okay, well, new game.” Eddie said, gathering the cards from the table. “Anyone up for Monopoly?” 

Everyone nodded clearing space for the board to be set up. “I think I might turn in for the night,” You said, picking yourself up from your seat. Robin and Eddie booed as you cleared the table of its empty chip bags and candy wrappers hoping later they would follow just the same. Nancy joined you cleaning the empty cups and putting away the half finished litre of Coke in the fridge. “Did you have fun making Eddie cry?” Nancy laughed. You smiled, placing the cups from her hands into your dishwasher, “yeah, you know it’ll happen next week too.” “‘Night everyone!” you shouted walking into your room as Steve and Eddie put together the game board. “‘Night cheater,” Eddie shouted back. “Come on, Eddie, she didn’t cheat.” Steve nudged him. 

“Yeah Eds, didn’t cheat… this time.” You teased shutting your door. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS TIME?” you heard him shout from the dining room. You knew eventually Steve would join you, which either meant he won the game and didn’t want to deal with Eddie shouting about it, or there was no chance he would win and no point in continuing. Between now and then, whichever outcome it may be, you cozied yourself up in one of his shirts- which you lovingly stole- and a pair of shorts. There wasn’t much in your small room, a few band posters of shows you had gone to, a little bookshelf beside your dresser filled with books and VHS tapes you’d been meaning to return, on top of the shelf was a small record player and stack of only the best music of all time. To pass the time you decided to play a record by Modern English. Song after song played while various cheers and disgruntled shouting happened outside your door, you laid on the edge of your bed flipping through the pages of a book you had picked up at the library. 

After about an hour, you heard a soft knock on your door. “Still awake in there?” You popped up, opening the door for Steve, “Hi baby, did you win?” Steve shook his head, “No, I was dead last for the past twenty minutes. Then Eddie and Nancy decided to argue over rules for a while and I just slipped away. Think they’re gonna notice?” You giggled pulling him in. Steve kicked the door closed behind him. From the dining room you heard some murmurs of Nancy reading out each rule of the game. “Are you tired, pretty girl?” Steve asked, holding you close. You shook your head, “Not really, Stevie. Happy to see you though,” Steve hummed, pecking your forehead. “What would you like to do then?” “I dunno, Stevie, could go for another kiss though.” You smiled up at him. “‘Course pretty girl.” Steve said, catching your lips with his. You and Steve had been together for a while now, though you’d not really explored intimacy other than a few gentle touches and one-off makeout sessions in his car. Steve broke away after a moment, to your dislike. “We should take this away from your doorway, yeah?” You nodded agreeing. You pattered over to your bed, taking a seat on the edge with your legs spread wide. “C’mon Stevie,” you teased. 

Steve’s eyes focused themselves on your figure as he made his way over to you. “Gonna let me take care of you, right baby? Can I?” He sounded breathless just at the sight of you. “Mhm, gonna let you do whatever Stevie,” you smiled at him. Steve dropped to his knees in front of you, reaching for your face. “God, you are so perfect.” You giggled as your lips met again, restarting the small spark you’d had before. 

Steve leaned into you, pressing deeper into the kiss. He sucked gently on your bottom lip, letting his tongue slide gently across. Your jaw fell slightly, allowing him entrance. Steve’s tongue swirled around yours, exploring any space he possibly could. For a second you broke apart, each catching your breaths. 

“Stevie?” 

“Yes, angel?” “Need you.” Steve’s heart nearly pounded out of his chest at your words. “You sure, honey? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this,” he trailed. You nodded quickly, “Yeah, m’ready Stevie, don’t wanna keep waiting.” Steve pulled himself up from the floor, hovering over you. “You’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable or need to stop?” He wanted to know that you were serious, and if things became too much or uncomfortable you would tell him. “Yes,” you spoke softly. 

Steve leaned down, his cheek pressed softly against yours as he whispered in your ear, “I didn’t quite catch that. Are you going to be a good girl and tell me if it's too much?” His words sparked electricity through every nerve in your body. “Yeah, yes, I’m gonna tell you, gonna be good.” His hands weren’t even on you and you started to become a mess beneath him. “Gotta keep it quiet too, we can’t have everyone else knowing how pretty you sound. They’ll be jealous,” Steve half joked. You nodded agreeing with him, keep it quiet. Lucky for you both the record you had put on prior to this still had a little play time left which allowed some distortion of noise that could cover the soft moans and whimpers you’d likely be letting out. Above you, Steve removed his shirt and tossed it to the side of your bed. His hands wandered to the hemline of yours, pausing for a moment asking for permission. You raised your arms in the air letting him strip you. Your nipples beaded as your shirt came off in the cold air. Steve’s hands carefully floated across your skin, down your chest and stomach, to the waistband of your shorts. You hesitated for a moment and shook your head, “not yet please.” Steve moved his hands back to your hips, “Okay, pretty girl, thank you for tellin’ me.” 

Steve knew what some of your limits were, though you hadn’t really explored much other than his hands squeezing at your tits and ass from time to time. You had wanted to explore more, maybe a gentle squeeze around your neck or bringing you just so close to the edge and suddenly stopping anything you two would do. After all, you were curious what it all felt like. It’s not that Steve hadn’t touched you before, in fact, his hand was probably in your panties more than it had ever touched homework when you were back in high school. His curious hands would find themselves sliding down your stomach and fingers quickly finding your clit. As good as that was, it was never enough. 

Steve placed his hand gently between your breasts, pressing you back into your mattress. Once you were fully laid back, Steve slid his hand up towards the base of your neck, resting there as you took slow breaths. “Are you still good, honey? Tell me what you need.” “Gotta have you on top, Stevie, need you on top.” You huffed out, pulling his hips on top of you. “Okay, okay, I’m getting there.” Stevie laughed, propping himself up on top of you. In his new position he planted a kiss onto the tip of your nose, hooking one arm under your shoulder and the other pressed into the mattress beside your chest. 

“Hi baby,” 

“Hi Stevie,” 

His hand carefully trailed up the side of your breast, lighting up each nerve ending as his warm skin enveloped your sensitive chest. Steve’s lips kissed their way around your neck, as you squirmed flusteredly beneath him. “You wanna hold still for me, pretty girl? Let me take care of you?” he whispered lowly in your ear. “M’trying so hard, just so good, gotta distract myself.” “Oh? Why is that?” 

“Well,” you started anxiously, “I don’t wanna accidentally…” 

“Accidentally?” He teased, Steve’s lips pressed themselves to yours, his teeth catching your bottom lip. Steve’s hand groped your chest, his fingers searching for your nipple. As they found it he took his pointer and thumb, gently making circles with your pebbling bud. You let out a soft gasp. Steve’s lips travelled down your neck, landing on your tit, kissing, licking, biting all over. Slowly he moved closer, letting his tongue slide over your nipple earning yelps with each pass. “Stevie…” you whined. Steve’s lips wrapped around the center of your tit sucking with no intent to stop. “Stevie!!!” whines quickly became moans, soft ‘ohs’ spilling from your lips. Steve’s hand flew from your side and slapped over your mouth, he sucked harder, flicking his tongue across your sensitive nipple. Your back arched off of your mattress as he switched sides letting the cool air hit your chest. Steve’s mouth sucked painfully, pleasuring each of your tits as he switched sides, between using his mouth and his fingers to flick your poor abused buds. “N-need you, Stevie.” You tried to speak but his hand muffled the sound. Your hips rocked against his thigh trying to create the friction you lacked. Steve’s leg pressed harder and harder against you equally, poorly, attempting to add friction. With one breath, Steve lifted his head from your chest, readjusting himself above you. He sat upright, beside you, undoing his pants button. “Pants off?” “Pants off, please. Now, gotta do it now, need you.” You urged. Steve stood, quickly yanking his jeans from his body, tossing them to the side. He carefully traced his hands across your sides, slipping his fingers into your waistbands. He paused a minute waiting for a nod of approval, your head nodded fervently. Steve lifted your hips plucking your shorts and panties from your body and carefully placed them close by. Once again, Steve found himself propped on top of you. One hand placed gently beside your head and the other travelling lower and lower until he reached your pubic bone. “Now, pretty baby, you have to promise me you’ll be quiet if you want me to keep going.” “Promise, I promise, swear Stevie.” With that, Steve planted his lips between yours with his fingers easily sliding onto your clit. The new sensation earned a loud whine caught in his mouth. Steve continued, pressing circles on your clit, sucking at your lips to keep you as quiet as possible. You mumbled more in between kisses as his fingers prodded into your soaking cunt. Steve watched as your head tilted further back with each pulse of his fingers.

After what felt like an eternity of thick, pumping fingers in your pussy, Steve finally eased up. He shuffled awkwardly above you, stuffing his sticky fingers into your mouth. “Be a good girl and suck for me.” You nodded, obliging. Steve shoved his fingers further into your throat as you lapped and licked around them. 

“Wanna give you my cock, baby, can I?” He sounded pathetic, begging you with his fingers in your throat to stuff your cunt. He removed his fingers from your mouth giving you a moment to breathe and respond. “H-ha, have a condom?” Steve nodded, practically jumping up to grab for his pants, grabbing the condom from one of the pockets. “Gotta keep one on me, just for you baby, anytime you want it.”

With a few minutes of careful consideration and readjusting, you smiled at Steve. “I want this.” His face lit up, “I’m going to be so gentle with you baby, just tell me and I’ll stop okay?” “Okay,” you nodded. “Gotta stay quiet for me too honey. Think you can?”

“Uh huh,” 

“Good girl.” Steve’s hand captured yours, pressing it beside your cheek into the mattress. His other, holding his cock as he gently fit the tip into your throbbing pussy. Soft moans spilled from your lips as you adjusted, enjoying the new feeling. Steve pressed further and further into you as each inch of him sank into your soaking folds. “That’s it, honey. Just relax okay? Gonna take real good care of ya.” Your brain was melting into a puddle of pleasure, letting each inch roll into you like small waves on the beach. Steve stopped before fully bottoming out, making sure you had just enough of him to reach the same places he knew his fingers did without overstimulating you. Slowly, he thrusted in and out of your tight hole, earning more and more moans from you with each movement. “God, that's it baby, sound and feel so good.” He moaned in response. At this point you knew words were impossible, he just felt so good. His hand went from holding his cock back to massaging your clit. His face lowered to your ear, huffing hot, whiney, needy breaths. The stimulation and sound combined bubbled in your abdomen presenting a new sensation. Your pussy squeezed around his cock with each thrust. “Oh?” You moaned, though sounding concerned. Steve noticed, “you okay, wanna stop?” You shook your head “nuh uh, think I’m…” you were quickly cut off as the feeling surged in intensity. This was a new feeling. Getting close to cumming was far from anywhere Steve had ever taken you, disappointing then and now extremely overwhelming. You felt your orgasm surge through each nerve in your body, every ending busting like fireworks. Your jaw dropped, body rocking equally with his. You both paid no mind to the rule of keeping quiet as wanton moans filled the silent air around you. Your cunt fluttered around his cock as you cried out. “Cumming, Stevie, oh fuck, fuck…” Your body practically thrashed against the bed, as you came. Steve’s brows knit together, chasing after his own orgasm, moaning hotly in your ear. His pace sped up, fucking you harder through yours. It didn’t take much longer for Steve to come undone. With a soft voice he whined out, “cummin’ honey, so good.” 

Steve’s thrusts slowed. His hand pressed slower and slower circles into your clit as he pulled himself out of your cunt. You made a disgruntled sound, unhappy with the sudden emptiness you felt. Steve pulled a blanket over you, picking himself up. He removed, knotted, and tossed the used condom in the trash bin by your door and pulled his boxers back on. You lay out of breath as Steve picked up his shirt and your panties. “Can I put these back on you, honey?” he asked sweetly. You nodded and Steve placed them beside you. “Wait, gotta clean you up first. I’d be a terrible boyfriend if I left my girlfriend like this. Be right back?” You smiled up at him, “okay Stevie.” Steve quickly pulled on his shirt and opened your door. Outside, sat still at the kitchen table was Robin, Nancy, and Eddie staring. “So you both owe me $10. I told you they were gonna do it.” Eddie smirked, extending his hands out towards Robin and Nancy. “Oh fuck you,” Nancy spat back reaching into her coat pocket. 

“We did not shake on this.” Robin shook her head. “Well you owe me, soooooo…” Steve shook his head, “you did not bet on us having sex…” “Well we did only after the first hundred or so moans.” Robin laughed. Steve shrugged them off, grabbing a washcloth from your bathroom and running it under the faucet. He stepped out, looking back at the three, “I swear if you say anything to her about this,” Eddie shook his head “nooooo, what, no never.” Steve rolled his eyes walking back into your room. “So they know?” 

“They know.” 

You collapsed back against your mattress as Steve once again shut the door, making his way back to you. “I’m gonna clean you up now okay?” “Okay baby, be gentle?” “The gentlest.” Steve gently pressed the cloth between your legs. You jumped at the discomfort, slowly easing into the feeling. Steve took his time to carefully clean you up, slowing down with any notions of discomfort. He finished quickly, tossing the cloth to the floor beside your laundry. Steve pulled your panties back between your legs, reaching for your shirt. “No, baby, not yet.” 

“No shirt?” 

“No shirt. Just not yet?” Steve laid beside you, pulling you close to his chest. “Anything for you honey, you were so good for me.” You lay curled in his chest, drifting off to sleep. Steve pressed a kiss into your forehead, “I love you.” “Love you too, Stevie.” you mumbled back as you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.  Tag list- @micheledawn1975 @asimpforthe80s Join the tag list here https://forms.gle/pEK2uw4zn2zsvBRv9 Anons and Reqs are open! Stop by and say hi anytime!

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Step 6 : Focus On Yourself (Y.JI)

Word Count : 4.6k

Warnings : swearing, suggestive, body worship, hand kink (I have a problem okay?), sex (no smut), alcoholism, clubbing, fwb, heartbreak, failing grades, period mention, bullies, eating disorder mention, mention of beating people up, food mention, hospital, this one has a lot of angst, like this one hurts, i cried writing it, a lot of tears were shed, happy ending though

A/N : This one is slightly different than the others, and deals with a triggering topic (alcoholism). It is a minor plot point and I only wrote it with my personal experience with alcoholism but I know everyone's is different. It is not violent alcoholism, it is emotional alcoholism. As in drinking to forget, drinking to feel happy. If that is triggering for you, please do not read this story. Thank you.

She peered over to the guy sleeping next to her, double checking that he was in fact asleep, before sneaking out of his bed, redressing herself as quickly and quietly as possible, and leaving his place. The entire walk back to her place she wonders why she seems to fall back into his bed every single time. A simple plea, a pout, a pet name falling from his lips, and she’s putty in his hands.

            God his hands. The sinful things his hands have done to her, the sinful things she thinks of them doing to her all the time. His long, slender fingers ghosting over her body, leaving goosebumps in their path, before delving between her thighs, causing sinful sounds to fall from her lips, sounds he covers with his own mouth, kissing her quiet.

            Last night he had only invited her over for a movie, that’s what they both agreed on. It wasn’t even halfway through when his hand gripped her thigh, inching higher and higher. She tried to clench her thighs, stop his hands from feeling how badly she wanted him. But there was no use. He knew. Let me make you feel good, baby girl. Growled softly in her ear, and she was a goner.

            She’s not even sure when this happened. When the line was crossed. When they stopped being just best friends and became something a little more but a little less than lovers. And she wonders when she began to hope for the final line to be crossed. When they’ll get out of this limbo and she can call him hers.

            He keeps promising her soon. But soon has come and gone many times over. She tries to leave the limbo, go back to being friends, but he pouts at her, whispers to her that he loves her so much, and she’s back in his arms, under his spell. You’ll be mine soon, I promise puppy. And he kisses her so sweet, smiles at her so lovingly. And she believes him.

            She just wants to wake up in his arms, traces the features of his face as the sun breaks through the blinds, watch as his eyes flutter open. Wants him to kiss the tips of her fingers as she traces over his lips, grab her hand, press a kiss to her palm, pull her close, and press a final kiss to her lips. She just want him to love her the way she loves him. Wants him to love her the way he promises he does.

            And if he can’t love her, she wants him to let her go.

~

            “He doesn’t love you.”

            “Damn Keeho. Tell her how you really feel.” Theo chuckled, punching Keeho in the arm before turning back to Y/n. “Don’t listen to Keeho.”

            “Hey!”

            “Shut up. As I was saying. We’re all young and confused and trying to figure things out. Maybe he really does love you and is just trying to figure that out.”

            “Okay cool great. Can he stop pulling me along and making promises he doesn’t mean? I never wanted my feelings to complicate our friendship or become a burden on him. He can reject me and I can move on, it’s not that deep. I’m just done with the hot and cold.”

            “Fuck someone else.” Keeho said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to eat his lunch. Theo and Y/n stared at him like he had two heads, but Keeho didn’t seem to notice.

            But it got her thinking. Maybe it wasn’t the worst idea. Maybe she could distance herself, focus on herself and her needs instead of his. She didn’t have to pick up the phone every time he called, didn’t have to open the door every time he knocked. She didn’t have to give into him every time his hands started feeling her up, going under her clothes, ran over her bare skin.

            But fuck did she want to.

            What would he do if she didn’t sneak out during the night? What would he do if he woke up to her face? If she gave into her needs, cuddled deeper into his arms, and allowed herself to fall more in love with him, would he be there to catch her, or would he watch her hit the ground and walk away laughing?

~

            She really meant to let the phone ring. She stared at his name, his contact picture staring right back at her, a mirror selfie he took on her phone, his hands practically covering her entire phone. And she thought of the things his hands can do to her. The sounds they make her make. The moans, the screams. And her legs were clenched as she reached over to answer before it could go to voicemail. “I miss my baby.” It’s like she could hear his pout. Her heart melted, and she gave in quicker than she’d like to admit. Knocking at his door in five minutes, kissing him the second he opened it.

            Keeho told her to fuck someone else, but Jeongin was the only one she wanted. He was the only one who knew what she liked. She would let him break her heart a million times if she could have him like this. Hovering over her, looking at her like she was a goddess, kissing every inch of her skin. “Beautiful.” He whispered.

            Something felt different this time. It was slower, like they had all the time in the world. He took his time, looked in her eyes with every compliment, letting her know he meant every word. He worshipped her. He loved her.

            “I’m letting you go.” He told her as they laid beside each other as they came down from their highs. “Find someone that can love you the way you deserve.” He had just spent the last hour staring at her, but now he refuses to look at her. “I hope one day you’ll forgive me and we can be friends again.”

            She swallowed her sobs down. Blinked back her tears. “You’ll always be my best friend, Innie.” And one last time she got dressed and left his place. Cried all the way home. Sobbed until her throat ached. Drowned in her own tears. But she would do it all over again just to have him look at her like he did one last time.

            He had worshipped her. Loved her. Just to say goodbye.

~

            Their friendship went from meeting on the playground, to birthday parties, to graduation, to university, to frat parties, to sex, to awkward waves when they pass each other. It’s like they were going backwards. Like they were re-meeting each other. Like they were strangers that knew a little too much about each other.

            All their favourite movies, foods, memories. Things they like to do on rainy days. He could write a novel about her and she could write one about him. But they were acting as if they barely knew each other.

            Jeongin didn’t want to let her go. But he knew it was time. He loved her. God did he ever love her. He loved her so much he couldn’t control himself around her. Always wants to kiss her, feel her, touch her, love her. But he couldn’t be with her.

            Jeongin was on the verge of failing out of the university. And he knows she would never judge him for that. She would support him no matter what, help him get into a new university, help him get a job, whatever it took. She was good for that, she always was. But he had a dream. A dream for the two of them. And that dream needed a degree.

            He thought if he had her close enough but not all of her, he wouldn’t be distracted, but he still couldn’t get enough. Needed to have her all the time. She was all he could think about. During all his exams, it was only her. All the lectures, her. His notes were filled with doodles of her. His entire life revolved around her. Everything was about her.

            And he wanted to ask her to wait. Beg her, plead for her to just wait for graduation and he would give her everything she could want. A house. A ring. All the love she gave him all these years and more. But it was embarrassing. He didn’t want her to know. Didn’t want her to pity him. Didn’t want her to offer to help him because he didn’t want to have to admit she was the reason he couldn’t focus.

            Was it love or obsession? Does it really matter anymore? She’s not his. He’ll always have the memories. Her body beneath him. Her lips around him. Her moaning his name. He just wishes he marked her up their final night. So he could see her walk around with the marks he gave her, looking so pretty with the purple showing through the concealer she’d use to try and cover them. God he loves her so much.

~

            The first week was the hardest. Waiting for a text or a call, begging, pleading, for her to come over. She tossed and turned, scared of missing the sound of her ringtone signaling him calling. Her grades slipped during the first week, everything slipped. It was like she was losing control and she didn’t know how to get a hold of anything.

            The only calm she felt was when Jeongin would smile and wave at her when he’d see her. It let her know that he still knew her, still remembered her. She wasn’t just some stranger to him. A stranger he whispered I love you to before falling asleep. A stranger he tossed aside after breaking every single promise he made in the same bed.

            By the second week, she was able to put on a front that she was okay. Smiling when Keeho and Theo argued with each other. Stopping them when it got too far. Writing notes down in her classes as if she was actually retaining any of the information. Conversing with some classmates about projects that were due, projects she had completely forgotten about. No one knew she was breaking inside.

            She still tossed and turned at night, waiting for a sign that he was still just a little bit hers. I’m letting you go. Find someone that can love you the way you deserve. His words echo in her head. Over and over like a sick taunt. And she cries herself to sleep for the twelfth night in a row.

            By the third week she was practically a shell of a person. Barely able to continue on without Jeongin by her side. Keeho and Theo have tried to drag her out during the weekends, but she stays curled up on her couch, rewatching sad movies so she had another reason to cry besides mourning a relationship that never happened.

            She wishes she would have listened to Keeho. Wishes she cut Jeongin off sooner. Stopped falling into his bed, stopped breaking her own heart just to keep his whole. But that’s what you do when you’re in love with someone, right?

            Who cares how broken you are when the person you love is whole?

            “This wallowing in self pity shit needs to stop. Go take a shower and put on something sexy. You’re coming out with us tonight. No ifs, ands, or buts.” Keeho stole the remote from her hand, shutting the movie off before she could even protest or ask how he got into her apartment. He ripped the blanket off her lap, pulled her off the couch, and pushed her towards the bathroom.

            As she took her time in the shower, hoping her two friends would get tired of waiting and leave without her, Theo and Keeho decided to tidy up her apartment. Folding the blanket and putting it back where it belonged. Washing the dishes and putting them away. Keeho even went the extra mile and went around her small apartment, grabbing the things he knows Jeongin gave her, and hid them away where she couldn’t see them. Out of sight, out of mind.

~

            As much as she didn’t want to leave the comfort of her apartment, she did have to admit that the alcohol in her system did feel nice. The heartbreak started to lessen. Almost as if it didn’t exist in the first place. The more she drank, the better she felt, and she wondered why she didn’t think of it sooner. Alcohol was the key to fixing her broken heart.

            “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” The guy standing in front of her was tall and devilishly handsome. The kind of guy that draws you in before you knew what was happening. Dark hair, dark eyes, a sinister smile. He was bad news, but that’s what was so attractive about him.

            “She’s not alone.” Her heart stopped at the familiar voice. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. And when the stranger walked away, she pushed him away, not even bothering to spare him a glance. She hoped he’d follow her. Grab her wrist, fight for her to stay. Tell her he fucked up, that he was in love with her. But he let her walk away. Not even a call of her name.

            She walked right into Keeho’s open arms, begging him to take her home. She just wanted to curl into her bed and disappear. Keeho looked forward, seeing Jeongin watching her from where he was standing, a sad look in his eyes. He knew Y/n wasn’t the only one hurting, but she was the only one he cared about. Jeongin made his choice, he has to live with it.

~

            It was the fourth week that things seemed to turn around. She was smiling again. Laughing at the jokes her friends made. Turned in all the projects she forgot about. It was like she was back to the Y/n everyone knew and loved. But there was one difference.

            She reeked of alcohol.

            Every single time she finds herself thinking of Jeongin and her heart starts hurting, she takes a drink. It helps numb the pain, helps her feel happy again. That’s what everyone wanted. It’s what everyone kept begging for. They wanted happy Y/n back. Wanted to see her smile and laugh again. She was just giving them what they asked for.

            No one said anything. It was a phase, they all said. It would pass. Just like heartbreak passes, this too will pass.

~

            But it didn’t. It got worse. Graduation was just around the corner, and she was still drinking everyday. She was still crying herself to sleep, staring at her phone, waiting for him to call her. Why won’t he just call her once? Can’t he see that she’s a mess without him?

            Find someone that can love you the way you deserve. She doesn’t want someone else. She had years to find someone else. But it always came back to Jeongin. Came back to his empty promises that he broke. But she didn’t care. Because it was Jeongin.

            Yang Jeongin who was there when she first got her period and she leaked through her pants. He gave her his sweater to wrap around her waist and called his mom for help immediately, holding her in his arms, soothing her sobs.

            Yang Jeongin who was there when she got a failing grade and helped her study for the next test. He didn’t scold her, tease her, or even shove his passing grade in her face. He spent extra time studying with her after sitting with her, holding her hand, as her parents yelled at her.

            Yang Jeongin who beat up all her bullies when they were kids, despite it getting him in trouble every single time. He told her he would do it again and again if it meant she would smile again, because her smile was the most precious thing in the world.

            Yang Jeongin who refused to let her starve herself throughout their entire friendship, telling her those diet fads were ridiculous. She looks perfect the way she was, no matter her weight. He would always find her more beautiful than any model.

            Yang Jeongin who introduced her to his new friends with the biggest smile on his face, an arm wrapped around her, telling them she was the most important person in his life. She was his other half, she completed him.

            Why would she want anyone else when Jeongin already loves her more than she deserves? She doesn’t care that things got lost in translation, some boundaries were crossed before they were ready. She would wait for him. Right here, in the darkness, their memories surrounding her. She would wait no matter how long it took.

~

            There was a blinding light in her face the next time she opened her eyes, mumbled voices just out of earshot so she couldn’t hear what they were saying. But her eyes were fixated on one thing, one person sat right next to her, hand in hers, head on the bed, eyes closed, breathing slow as he slept. She could see the remnants of the tears he cried, the puffiness around his eyes, the pout still on his face. But all she could think about was how he came back for her.

            It didn’t click until the doctor walked in that she was in the hospital, brought here by ambulance after she hadn’t answered any of Keeho’s calls. “Your friend put up quite the fight.” The doctor chuckled. “Good thing too. If not for him, you would have died.”

            Death is such a weird concept. It used to scare her when she was younger. She was so careful about everything. Never living life on the edge, taking every precaution necessary. But hearing that she was minutes away from death made her feel nothing. No fear, no sadness. The only thing she could feel was Jeongin’s grip tightening around her hand at the mention of her dying. He didn’t meet her eyes, kept his gaze locked on their hands, clearly trying not to cry again.

            “Once this bag of fluids is empty, you’ll be free to go home.” The doctor gave her one last smile before leaving the room, leaving her alone with Jeongin. It was silent. It was so unlike them. She was used to one of them filling up the silence with a random story, or him kissing her because he missed her so much. But so many things have changed since they’ve last been alone. They aren’t the same people they were all those months ago.

            “What happened?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Secretly, he knew the answer. He received quite the earful from both Keeho and Theo when he insisted to be the one to sit with her until she woke up. How he ruined their friend, turned her into a shell of a person who could barely function without alcohol.

            “I just wanted to be happy again.”

            “You scared the shit out of me, you know.” Of course she didn’t know. How could she know how he was feeling when he avoided her as best he could. Heard all the rumors of the girl crumbling in front of everyone’s eyes. He wanted to run to her, hold her in his arms, run his fingers through her hair. But he thought she was just dealing with things her own way. Focusing on herself the way he was focusing on himself. Working on moving on the way he told her to.

            But she still held the exact same amount of love in her eyes as the last day he held her. Still looked at him like he was the only thing she’ll ever want. “I missed you.” She whispered. Jeongin reached up, wiping away the tear that began to slip down her cheek.

            Her skin was dry, and a little cold to the touch. His hand was warm against her cheek, and he continued to rub his thumb across her cheek, looking at her with a softness she’s never seen before. “I missed you more than you know, darling.” The pet name rolled off his tongue, and when it hit her ears, she smiled. Maybe he was still hers in the way she was still his.

~

            “We’ll talk after graduation, I promise. Just focus on yourself right now. Stay sober for me though, please.” Jeongin helped her into her own bed, Theo and Keeho both watching with trained eyes from the doorway.

            “You can’t stay for just tonight?” She wrapped her hand around his wrist, and he looked up at the two watching them as if they were her parents. Their arms were crossed across their chests, eyebrows raised as they waited for his answer. “I won’t bother you again until after graduation. Just one night.”

            And just like always, he gave into her. He always would. Even if she asked for the world, he would find a way to get it for her. The love he has for her overwhelms him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Because it’s her. And if it’s her, he’ll do anything.

~

            They went back to only seeing each other in passing, nothing more than a smile and a wave. But it was different this time. Because now he would text her, check in on her. He should have done it this way from the start, but he didn’t think of it then. He thought letting her go completely was the only way.

            But now he can watch as she checks her phone, giggle at whatever he sent her, and look towards him with the same beautiful smile as always. The light has returned to her eyes. She was still healing, still struggling from her bout with alcoholism, but Jeongin could see that she was doing better.

            No matter what, whether she was diving off the deep end, hitting rock bottom, or flying sky high on cloud 9, she would always be his Y/n. He knows that for sure, looking at her as she walks off to her next class. He could tell it was a harder day for her, but she was still the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He still only had eyes for her, even if there were millions of eyes on him.

~

            Graduation grew nearer, and the only thing that kept her going was knowing that she would have her Innie back. She wasn’t sure in what capacity, whether she could kiss him and love him with her whole heart, or if they would be just friends. But she didn’t care as long as he was in her life.

            Theo and Keeho have taken turns staying with her just to make sure she doesn’t turn to drinking again. And she’s grateful, because the longer she goes without drinking, the more the thought of drinking herself into oblivion again scares her.

            She thinks back to waking up in the hospital room, the look on Jeongin’s face as he slept beside her. The way Theo and Keeho threw their arms around her in the waiting room once she had emerged from her room to go home. The tear filled conversations they’ve had since, talking about the what ifs and the what could have beens. And she doesn’t want to be her anymore.

            It’s hard at first, especially during the lonely nights when her guest is already sleeping and she’s left staring at the ceiling wondering what Jeongin is doing. Is he alone? She stares at his open contact, debating texting him, but part of her doesn’t want to know the answer. What if he’s not alone? She would rather pretend that he’s thinking of her like she’s thinking of him and save herself the possible heartbreak.

            But if she were ever brave enough to send the message, she would know that he was up looking through pictures of the two of them on his phone, reminiscing about the past. Writing down date ideas in his notes, places to take her when he has the chance.

            She would know there’s no need to worry what he’s doing because everything leads back to her anyway. And as soon as graduation is over, he’s running to her, pulling her into his arms, and telling her just how much he loves her, how everything is for her, and then kissing her with everything he is. So she’ll never doubt his love for her again.

~

            “She doesn’t actually think he’ll show up, does she?” A group of girls giggles as they walk out of the café. It was graduation day. She worked her ass off the last month to bring her grades back up so she could still graduate, and then as soon as she had her degree, she left for the café Jeongin agreed to meet her at.

            He had approached her with a bouquet of flowers at graduation with a smile on his face, girls surrounding him hoping the flowers were for them, but his eyes were trained on Y/n. And he told her he’d meet her at their café after graduation was over. He promised, and though he was known to break his promises in the past, she decided to trust him one last time.

            So she waited. Every time the bell dinged, she looked at who walked in, hoping it would be Jeongin, that he wouldn’t break yet another promise. But as the minutes passed, her heart was slowly breaking again. She was spiraling, hands shaking, eyes watering. Why does she let him break her heart over and over again?

            One hour. It’s been one hour she’s sat here, scrolling through her phone, looking at the door, listening to the giggling girls make fun of her. She’s not sure why she’s still waiting, holding out hope that he would still show, but she didn’t move. Almost like she was glued to her seat, like something was holding her down, stopping her from leaving.

            The time kept ticking, her drink was left untouched on the table, the messages she had with Jeongin were open on her phone. She was waiting for a text, a call, anything. He wasn’t going to show, she knew that, but he could at least text her, tell her why she wasn’t good enough for him. Tell her why he kept giving her false hope.

            The flowers were taunting her on the table, and she almost looked up the meaning of each and every flower in the bouquet. But before she could, the door was slamming open, a man running in, rushing to her table completely out of breath. “You waited.”

            It took a second for her to register that Jeongin was standing in front of her, still panting, smiling at her. But when she realized that he came, she smiled. “I’d wait forever for you.”            

He reached for her hand, taking it in his, sliding a ring onto her finger, and then showing her the matching one on his finger. “I had to go pick these up, that’s why I took so long.” He laced their fingers together. “But I’ll never make you wait for me again.”

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[ifearzombies]

Midnight To Morning

A Beel X MC one-shot that eventually includes everyone.

     You can’t sleep. You’re not sure why since you had been running ragged the day before, but it doesn’t mater now. You can’t sleep and that’s that. You groan and get out of bed and head to the kitchen with the knowledge Beel will be there shortly to join you.

     You grab a tub of yogurt and some fruit and some M&Ms and begin mixing them for a sweet treat when you hear your beloved ginger trundle in shortly after. You smile as he makes a noise of surprise and face him.

     “Hey babe.”

     “MC. You’re up really late. Are you okay?” He goes over and smooches your head, ignoring the food for a moment. You can’t help but find it so cute how he makes sure you know you’re more important.

     “Just couldn’t sleep. I made a big bowl of, well... I’d call it a parfait, but it’s not layered. I just think it tastes nice,” you say as you scoop a small amount into a bowl for yourself and offer him the mixing bowl.

     His eyes light up happily as he takes the bowl. “Thank you,” he mumbles between bites, “Mm... Almost as sweet as you.”

     “Aw. Beel. You don’t have to flatter me. I already love you.”

     Beel blushes at that and keeps eating. “But you are OK though, right?”

     “Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep.” You look at the fridge as Beel opens it to grab a custard- he’s already finished the mixing bowl. “Fridge is kinda bare. Hey... Wanna go get stuff to make breakfast for everyone? I know the Wail-mart is open.”

     “That’d be great! What should we make? I love pancakes. We could do pancakes!”

     “Pancakes is good. How about also eggs and bacon? We can get harpy eggs since they’re nice and big. And horrorhog meat always makes great bacon! And I’ll make French Toast too. A nice big breakfast for the family.”

     “Can we invite the others,” Beel asks, “I know it’s late. But Luke and Simeon always make nice breakfast stuff they share. And Solomon can’t cook. Oh! And Barbatos might like a morning off!”

     “I’ll text Barbatos and Solomon. Knowing those two, they’re still up as well,” you say as you grab your D.D.D. and shoot them a text. The two instantly respond it’s a spectacular idea. “They’re in. I’ll go get dressed while you eat and we’ll head out together.”

     It doesn’t take you long to get ready and soon the two of you are out the door. With a small bag of snacks for Beel. Wail-mart is already aware of Beel’s appetite and warn him to only eat things that can be rung up later and you both accept.

     “Hey MC,” Beel calls as you’re looking over some more fruit. You go over and he holds out a bag of Ruri-chan marshmallows. “We should get these for Levi. If he has coco, he’d love that. And it’s limited edition.”

     “Get two,” you say, “One for him to collect and one for him to enjoy.”

     “Oooh perfect!” Beel puts in two bags. You look at him lovingly as you pick out a small bag of chocolates for Beel.

     “I’ll get these so you can eat them on the way home.”

     “Thanks, MC. Ooh! Asmo’s favourite tea is on sale!”

     “Wanna get a little something for everyone,” you ask, Beel looking a bit ashamed for a moment.

     “Yeah. I mean. It’s a special breakfast from us to everyone. We should put a little surprise for everyone.”

     “Hrm... Okay. How about the chocolate gold coins for Mammon? That little wooden chest it comes in is super cute.”

     “It has a slot on top. So he can put Grimm in it later,” Beel says excitedly as he adds it to the basket.

     Tea for Asmo, marshmallows for Levi, gold coin chocolates in a treasure chest for Mammon, cat shaped cookie cutters for Satan, a picture frame for Lucifer to have a family photo in (you have the perfect one at home too), a small roll up blanket for Belphie, a fidget spinner for Diavolo, macarons for Barbatos, a cookie kit for Luke that comes with a small skillet, a journal and pen for Simeon, and a cookbook for Solomon. You watch Beel get more and more excited for each item you add before you finally get all the groceries you need. You grab an extra bag of chips for Beel and he kissed you when you presented it to him with the chocolates you grabbed earlier.

     The moment you’re home, Lucifer greets you at the door with a raised eyebrow. “Where have you two been?”

     “Sorry. We went shopping,” Beel explains, “We’re going to make breakfast. Purgatory Hall and Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are coming too. It’s a special breakfast from us to everyone.”

     Lucifer looks beyond happy. Whatever he was going to say to scold you is gone and he nods. “I see. Very well. Get to it. I’ll let everyone know.”

     Beel grabs your hand and you both get to work in the kitchen preparing omelets, bacon, French toast, pancakes, a proper pan of a fruit and yogurt parfait with granola over it. Beel ‘taste tests’ everything to help keep him from eating everyone’s breakfast and you give him smooches every now and then to reward him for controlling himself so well.

     You’re about to work on coffee and tea when Simeon enters with Luke. Luke runs up and hugs your legs as you greet them both. “Hey guys.”

     “Hello. We made some crepes,” Simeon says happily, “To go with the special breakfast!” He holds up two boxes, one large and one small. “The smaller one is for Beel from Luke.”

     “He needs to taste them to know that they’re good,” Luke rebuffs while he blushes, trying to pretend he isn’t Beel’s friend.

     Beel takes the small box and inhales the crepes. “Mmm! Delicious! Thank you!”

     “You ate them in one breath! Could you taste them,” Luke asks.

     “Yeah. Very good.”

     Simeon grabs Luke. “We’ll get out of your hair now. Plus I think Barbatos is coming in.”

     “I am. I thought I could make the drinks,” Barbatos cuts in, “Since you two are doing the cooking.”

     “That’d be great. I’m nowhere near as good as you at making tea and coffee,” you admit, “Plus Beel and I still gotta plate up everything.”

     “Leave it to me.”

     It’s not long before the table is set- another table pushed up with more chairs added to accommodate everyone. Beel sets out everyone’s gifts at their setting before the two of you bring out the platters of food with Barbatos bringing in a tray of hot drinks.

     “Oh wow,” Asmo coos as he comes downstairs with Solomon, “Did you and MC make all this?”

     “Simeon and Luke brought crepes. But otherwise yes,” you reply as you go and give both of them a smooch.

     “I wanted to bring something too, but Simeon and Luke rushed us out,” Solomon says sadly, “I’ll have to cook for you all another day.”

     You push down the horror you feel at Solomon in a kitchen and just smile. “Well. Today Beel and I wanted to treat you guys. I mean. We’re all family, right?”

     Solomon instantly cheers up and gives you a kiss. “Indeed.”

     “Aaaaaa!!! ARE THOSE THE LIMITED EDITION RURI-CHAN MARSHMALLOWS?!” Levi vaults over everyone and rushes to his place at the table. “OH MY LORD DIAVOLO I THOUGHT THEY WERE OUT!! Why two bags?!”

     “So you can eat one,” Beel explains, “MC said you would want one to keep and one to eat.”

     Levi starts ugly crying in joy as Satan carries Belphie down the stairs. “It’s too early,” Satan states as he slumps Belphie into his chair, “Eh? Are those... Kitty cookie cutters? Also... Thank you for breakfast. Sorry. Levi’s just loud.”

     “No worries,” you reply, “And yes. Kitty cookie cutters.” You give Satan a kiss before giving one to Belphie; who has unrolled his blanket with a smile and already wrapped himself in it.

     “Mm... Smells like Beel,” Belphie mumbles.

     “He carried it.”

     “Eh? What’s this? Chocolate? Not real Grimm,” Mammon says, pretending badly to not love it, “I guess this is good enough for the Great Mammon.”

     You and Beel chuckle as everyone else settles down and loves their gifts and you went around and gave everyone a hug and a kiss before you and Beel eat yourselves.

     Breakfast was like a holiday. Everyone was talking about classes at RAD, their little family gifts you and Beel picked out, and generally enjoy being a family. Once it was done, Lucifer made the other brothers start cleaning as you and Beel finally started feeling tired from everything. You fell asleep on the living room couch, curled up with Beel with everyone sitting around you (or busy cleaning).

     Lucifer looks at the two of you and covers you with a blanket and rubs both your heads, letting the two of you sleep before he looks again at the picture you put in the photo. It was a picture that a Little D. took with everyone doing a ‘group hug’ that you’d called for. Faces ranged from laughing to irritation, but it was one with every member of the family from the House of Lamentation, Purgatory Hall, and the castle. He places the photo on the mantle before using his D.D.D. to take a picture of you and Beel and then sends that to you and Beel’s D.D.D.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me om #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo

[stormblessed95]

Jikook's Rainy Day Fight

So FINALLY getting around to making this post. Lol so honestly go read this one first. It's a HUGE post I made where I really broke down my thoughts about the rainy day fight before they told us more about it. I still stand by alot of these thoughts for the most part now that we know more. The only thing I might switch up a bit is the very last paragraph where I said something like "this clearly has nothing to do with BTS as a whole and seems like a couple-esque fight more than anything else." Imma walk that one back with the new info given lol

Regardless, read this post first before proceeding. Thanks!

Okay, all done with that post? Great! So here is what JK said about the rainy day fight:

And here is what Jimin said:

Overall, the dramatics were ridiculous (i say lovingly) for what this fight was about and somehow it still gives off couple vibes simply because of the way they escalated this "speak more politely to your hyungs" conversation into a "I'm cutting you off" and a slam dunk hug in the rain reunion. Lol

(The way they both think back the most fond over that reunion hug is so freaking cute)

Things I want to additionally point out.

- Hobi hyung getting angry was the barometer of "wow. I super fucked up this time" which makes me cackle 🤣 the man is an angel lol

- after brushing aside his other members remarks and everyone else huffing but leaving, Jimin was the one to make the effort to pull him aside to have a more serious conversation about it. Trying to take it seriously with him, give him respect in return and not make it seem like he was being ganged up on. It speaks once again to how they have always been so incredibly close to each other. This was back in 2015 ish and they made these allowances for each other and gave each other their trust.

- Both Jimin and Jungkook told the same story, but took the blame for the fight upon themselves. They recongized what happened but when sharing the story with a third party, made it seem totally like their own fault (when clearly they both had some anger issues and bad judgements during that fight). It seemed like they were lowkey trying to protect the other and mostly just felt bad about their own contributions to the fight rather than the other person's. Clearly the forgiveness was absolute.

- Jungkooks snarkiness clearly got Jimin feed up to the point where he snapped and said something he clearly didn't mean, but also clearly felt. He probably felt disrespected and felt like that wasn't the type of bond they had cultivated together. And JK clearly felt bad and was upset himself and even after they separated, when he found himself upset and lost, his first instinct was to reach out to Jimin. And even pissed off and mad, Jimins first instinct was to answer JKs phone call and make sure he was okay and safe. Just for them to reunite not too long after, both feel shitty for their behavior and find a secluded spot for them to actually talk it through before they went home and to bed. Regardless of their full day of schedules right after that too. It's incredibly sweet of them.

- its still lowkey giving off couple fight/break up and reunion vibes. Lmfao but only in how they handled their dramatics, not in the actual fight. Nor do I think they were a couple during this time frame. I do think they were harboring crushes on each other, but that's a seperate conversation. And the fact that JK held onto feeling guilty over his bratty attitude and causing this fight so many years later??? Clearly, it had a lasting impact, even though he still acts like a brat to Jimin sometimes lol its done in a teasing manner rather than a disrespectful one. And it's something that the two of them clearly encourage in their bond together.

- the acknowledgement of that through this fight (and the subsequent conversation on the roof and make up afterwards) they got closer is worth highlighting and mentioning too. When a fight/disagreement is done in a healthy way (and while it didnt start that way. They clearly got there), the communication and the way you can get to know someone better can be so helpful for having an even better relationship. Platonic, romantic or any other kind. I'm glad they spent that time together on the roof. It was probably something they both really needed that night and lead to even more emotional vulnerability and comfort between the two of them going forward I'm sure.

Thanks to everyone for waiting so long for me to write this up and for anyone who read this far too. 💜 I know I ramble a lot! I think this was everything I had to say about the rainy day fight though! 💜 Hope you all have a good rest of your day/night!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook rainy day fight #jikook vlives

[cemeterything]

Hi I recently watched the terror because of you and I absolutely loved it :) so first of all thanks for posting about it so much haha. I wanted to ask your opinion on something that I personally wasn't a fan of (SPOILERS): I didn't really like that the only men we saw partake in the cannibalism were the ones in Hickey's group. I would've rather watched a slow progression of the ones I actually liked/respected (or respected as much as I could lol) being forced to cannibalize as they starve and their instincts take over, as opposed to "this group cannibalized because they were hungry and dying but also mostly because they were being lead by one deranged/sadistic guy who drove them all towards it". Idk I thought since they were in a survival situation that they would find a way to subvert our notions of "cannibalism is always morally wrong" but I didn't really feel that they did that...but I would love to hear your thoughts on it as you usually add a very interesting and well thought out perspective to matters such as this!

hmmm that's definitely one way of looking at it and not an invalid one, so from that perspective i agree that it leaves a pretty bad taste in the mouth (pun not intended). however. another way of looking at it is that hickey's group and hickey in particular are more willing to do what it takes to survive even if it means abandoning any semblance of what is Good And Proper And English. only by shedding the last vestiges of "civilization" are they able to survive for as long as they do. and it's a tragedy, in a way, because they've been driven to this point by men in positions of far greater power whose colonial greed has literally culminated in their great empire eating itself - starting with the poorest and least well regarded, who simply cannot afford to cling to sentimentality or morality - to "indulge [their] morals over [their] practicals" as hickey puts it in an earlier episode. it's no coincidence that the first person hickey cannibalizes is his own lover, and that he does so as an afterthought to ending his suffering (which draws a stark contrast to the scene earlier in the same episode where crozier does the same thing for fitzjames, but due to his privelege as an officer and the resources and discretion it affords him relative to hickey is able to refuse james' dying request to cannibalize his body and give him a more gentle, lovingly administered death). meanwhile everyone at terror camp who clings to their morals over the practical reality of the situation suffers and in most cases dies for it.

also, it was only a brief shot, so if you missed it i don't blame you, but we see at the end of episode 10 when crozier and silna come across the remains of terror camp that they'd resorted to cannibalism there too. so it's definitely not a cut and dry black and white case of "only Bad People participate in cannibalism" or even "cannibalism is always morally wrong". quite the opposite in fact.

#the terror #cannibalism

[prettyshittywriting]

hi i actually don’t know if you’re doing requests, but could you do a scenario of reader experiencing stockholm syndrome w amber? she begins to hate but love her all over again? i rlly loved the toxic amber post you made ngl

toxic! Amber Freeman x reader

reader getting stockholm syndrome

• you have been dating Amber for 6 months and everything has been going great

• until it wasn't

• she has begun to get toxic

• she was so overly possessive

• she would constantly go through your phone without reason

• she also began to get flat out mean when you wouldn't do the unreasonable things she asked of you like dropping your panties anytime, anywhere or cutting everyone else out of your life

• you had enough and decided you were done and broke up with her

• she did not except this tho and started stalking you and begging you to get back together with her

• saying 'she had changed' and promised 'things would be different this time'

• you still stood your ground and decided to not get back with her

• so she took matters in get own hands

• she went to a party she knew you be attending and slipped something into your drink

• after you passed out she took you her house, where you have been ever since

• the very beginning you hated her, you wanted nothing to do with her and would often scream insults at her

• in the beginning she would manipulate and scream right back at you till you are crying and apologising for speaking to her like that

• but she stopped because she's found that you'll fall for her faster if she's not the reason your pain, mentally or physically

• so now after one of your 'tantrums' as she so lovingly called them, she would lock you in her basement, leaving you without any human contact for days on end

• this made you crave any human contact even if it was hers

• once she's let's you out of the basement, she'll spoil with you lost of gifts, love and more attention that you could ever dream of

• this constant cycle of isolation and love bombing has caused you to be completely dependent on Amber

• it's been about a year at this point

• and you don't wanna even think about living without Amber

• she is everything to you, mainly because you have no one else but you don't like to think about it like that

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆hii sorry it took so long to answer this request but hope you enjoy

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GIF ISN'T MINE!!!

#amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #scream 5

[beyondspaceandstars]

dating bucky barnes

A/N: I kept seeing people on tiktok do random headcanons for their fave characters and I was like that's so fun and then I realized... i can do that?? no one can stop me I can make random hcs so here's some random thoughts about bucky barnes as a bf

Bucky was incredibly shy at first, almost in disbelief someone was making a pass at him when you two first met, but he slowly opens up. He absolutely did not have that brooding, grumpy persona he could have with others. Immediately, he was fascinated yet intimidated by you which confused and excited him.

Bucky seems like the type to find random ways to annoy you, lovingly, like hold stuff out of your reach or tap you on the shoulder randomly

Bucky only drinks black coffee but will get curious and take a sip of your drink when you order some creamer-filled, sugary coffee

Holds doors for you constantly, this is non-negotiable 

When you order in pizza, he’ll let you have the last slice despite your protests

“Bucky you’re a super-soldier, don’t you need like five thousand calories just to function?” “Honey, if you don’t take this slice of pepperoni pizza right now—“

Lots of photos. I think Bucky could be a real amateur photographer taking photos of everything and everyone (and definitely prefers physical cameras as opposed to phone cameras)

Bucky is the sentimental kind but in small, random ways, like writing you poems or leaving you love notes

Has definitely pressed flowers you’ve given him or he saved from bouquets he’s given you in his journal just because.

Speaking of flowers - you cannot go a week without Bucky buying you flowers. He buys them for every occasion. 

"Today's not a special day or anything, Buck," you'd say as he hands you a bouquet of daisies. 

"It's Tuesday and I love my girlfriend," he'd reply. "Is that not enough of a reason to buy you flowers?"

Branching off of that for a second, it definitely took Bucky a long time to say "I love you" but once he gets it out, he can't stop saying it. You get bombarded with "I love you" all day.

Bucky seems like the type of boyfriend to just pick you up. Like he lifts you when he hugs you or he’ll carry you bridal style if you’re too tired to move. He’s so effortless with it

PDA isn’t really a thing with Bucky but that doesn’t mean he won’t want to show you off. Any chance he gets to introduce you to someone is a great moment for him. He can be so proud that he managed to find someone to love and someone who loves him.

Date nights constantly revolve around eating dinner and watching movies. Unlike music, something about modern movies fascinates Bucky and he wants to catch up on it! But he also loves showing you the classics. There's probably a bunch he and Steve would sneak into and Bucky loves not only sharing the movie with you but also stories about seeing it.

He's absolutely one of those cliche boyfriends who just want to watch a horror movie so you can get scared and hold onto him

Also, going along with the movie thing, Bucky probably loves streaming services. Definitely a sucker for traditional media but loves seeing how far technology has come. He's without a doubt a secret nerd in that way.

Bucky is the type of boyfriend to let you steal all the blankets at night. He can make do with just a sheet for a blanket so long as his girl is comfortable. 

In fact, Bucky is big on sharing everything. Anything you needed, he has. A jacket? A snack? A pen? Bucky was always happy to make sure you were set.

He also shares any meal he has with you because he knows you're going to steal from it anyways.

"You're sure you're not hungry, doll?" "No, I'm fine-," "Add on another side of fries."

Despite all the photos he takes, he despises social media. However, he does love it when you insist on posting photos of you two. He'll never see the post but knowing you're showing him off makes his heart sing.

Doing simple, domestic things with him is never dull. Washing dishes together or folding laundry always ends up with you either laughing or having the oddest conversations. Bucky has lived quite the life and even if it's a bit extreme, he doesn't want to waste a second of it, this means he's gonna try to find excitement in everything with you. He's (understandably) moped around a lot but is ready to put that behind him.

Will hold your hand any chance he can get. Loves it.

In general, I think he can be a real touchy person with his significant other. Not much in public but in private his touch-starved side comes out. It's a newfound sensation for him but one you appreciate quite well.

Life with Bucky is just...soft. That's the simplest to put it. It's soft, natural, wonderful. He's got so much to give to another persona and will express it any way he can.

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[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii my cutie patootie!!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

It’s been a while since I last sent something here and I’m so sorry about that!! I’m doing a lot better now (although I never got my test results back to see if I had that syndrome or not LOL) and I almost have the two new Fontaine regions 100% oopsies! But I have like serious brainrot (but school is so tiring I usually just nap the whole afternoon) anyways!! I listened to one of mitski’s songs called “Once More to See You” and ugh it honestly just reminded me of Dottore and fragile!reader. The beginning makes me think of how fragil!reader and Dottore (especially) having a reputation and being looked as “weird” or as students who don’t belong in the Akademiya. The rest of the song just reminds me of Dottore being alone once fragile!reader fell into their coma, and him longing to feel your hand against his. To have your warm touch, caress his cheek, kiss his lips, embrace him, and to say his name, “Zandik!” In that lovely tone of yours. ouuughh I love fragile!reader and Dottore so so much just Dottore having to wait so long for them to wake up. Like imagine having to wait hundreds of years for the only person who’s every shown you affection and love. The only person to hold you so lovingly, say your name with love and not disgust, or with horror.

And after waking up??? Oughhh I know I say this a bit frequently but Dottore would become so so protective and possessive. I mean, you’re the only thing he has left, and he almost lost you once. He won’t spare to almost lose you another time, especially after centuries went by without your warm touch, or your voice. He defff savors every moment you two have together when he’s available. And especially when he becomes so used to having you on his lap and him being able to feel your heartbeat. Sometimes he may unconsciously tighten his grip on you when he’s holding you.

okieokie I think that’s enough for today!! I hope you’ve been doing amazing smooches again I’m so sorry I’ve been away I always wanna brainrot but sometimes I think my ideas aren’t that great compared to anons (YOUR ANONS ARE SO AMAZING I LOVE READING EVERY POST, AND KAI’S WRITINGS <333 MWA MWA!!) But i hope you’re getting lots of rest and staying healthy!! A bunch of chu chus n hugs, n maybe a few cuddles ! hehe!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

🎐 ANON MY BELOVED!!! Oh my gosh I'm so happy you're back and alright, I missed you, and I'm so happy to hear your health has gotten better ❤️ Congrats on your Fontaine exploration and omg i totally understand, take those naps if you need to 😭 I'm not much of a napping person but those few times that i do nap, feel so good lmao. Okay brainrot time~

WAH THANK YOU FOR INTRODUCING ME TO ANOTHER MITSKI SONG... omg i love this so much. Dottore was definitely ostracized and excluded in the Akademiya, everyone thought that he nor his crazy ideas belonged there. And you, I imagine your reputation start to get dragged through the mud the more you hang out with Dottore. They just don't understand. Why would you ever want to even sit in the same room as him, much less befriend him? You started to be labeled as the same things as him. You don't mind (most of the time, sometimes it still gets to you) because you think those people are just shallow compared to your friend. But Zandik himself doesn't understand you either? There's no way that his "friendship" (your words, not his) is worth the stress of all this. He doesn't understand, it's not like you're using him, if anything he's the one using you instead. Zandik doesn't understand... but he's not going to admit that the fact that you chose him over everyone else makes him feel a certain way. And that tingly feeling only grows and grows. And he refuses to acknowledge it... until you leave him and suddenly everything he's chosen to ignore hits him at once. Everything that Zandik's been trying so hard to deny, he admits to now. He misses you... he longs for your touch, your kindness, the way you treat him with such love, your voice... as horrible as this is, it really did open his eyes. Made him realize that living by himself again in the dorms is slowly making him even crazier without you. Made him realize that he's willing to do anything, and i mean anything, to get you back.

OH YEAH Dottore is extremely protective over you when you finally wake up. See, Dottore isn't really scared of someone else hurting you. He knows that he and his segments would never let that happen. Rather, he's scared of other things. Like your illness. Things he can't control. Dottore is a man who's used to being in control now, so when he can't predict things? When he can't see them coming? He doesn't like that. Not one bit, especially when it comes to you. He needs to know everything, otherwise, he won't be satisfied. He can't risk you being hurt again, not under his watch. You're very confused in the beginning because hello? This is the same guy who used to let you go out and do all these crazy tasks on his behalf? But yeah, he can't help but be very possessive. It's very Dottore like of him.

Thank you for the delicious brain rot 🎐 anon!! I enjoyed it tremendously :3 AND SHUSH YOUR BRAINROTS ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM. But yuppp my anons and Kai have such yummy writing!! I am doing well, thank you :) just busy but I'm fine! Giving you lots of my hugs and kisses to you toooo <33

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #when i was in hs and it was super hot sometimes id nap as soon as i got home 😭 good times #it was worth it cuz i cant work properly when its hot 🙏

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve's leg was shaking as the thunder sounded outside. It wasn't the only thing that was making him nervous, though. What were they watching again? He couldn't focus. Nancy was tucked into his side, her head pressed against his chest. He couldn't believe he was getting another chance with her. He didn't want to screw this up, but he also wanted to be honest with her. Suddenly, Nancy's hand was on his shaking leg, squeezing his knee gently.

"Hey, it's okay," Nancy said softly. "I get scared during thunderstorms, too."

"No, it's not that. It's not just that. There's just something about myself that I want to tell you. Or rather, show you. It's just that not everyone is okay with it. My parents certainly aren't, but Robin is more than okay with it. Jesus, her rambling is rubbing off on me," Steve sighed.

"Whatever it is, I'm here," Nancy said softly.

"Okay, well, I need to go upstairs to do it," Steve muttered.

Nancy followed him upstairs and waited patiently outside the door of his bedroom. After several moments, Steve called for her. Nancy went in and found him sitting at his dressing table. Make-up was spread across the table. Steve was wearing a casual, off the shoulder blue dress. He was wearing a long, brown wavy wig. Nancy was caught off guard by how beautiful he looked, and she had a hard time not looking at his red painted lips.

"Steve. . .," Nancy trailed off.

"I know it's probably weird, and I understand if you - ," Steve started to say.

"I think it's great!" Nancy said quickly and took his hands. "Has this always been you?"

"I always felt this way. Sometimes, I feel like a girl, sometimes a man, and sometimes neither," Steve said.

"Do you feel like a woman today?" Nancy asked softly.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Do you have a name, or do you still go by Steve?" Nancy asked.

"I actually do have a name for when I'm a girl, I like going by Stevie and sometimes Eve," she replied. "But Stevie, I really like."

"Stevie," Nancy said and cupped her cheek.

"So, you're really okay with this?" Stevie asked.

"I'm more than okay with this," Nancy said and placed a hand on her chest. "I always thought that this was more important to me than what someone's gender is. I fell in love with your heart, and since this is who you are, I'm going to love that too."

"I love you," Stevie said.

"I love you, too," she said and grinned. "I have the prettiest girlfriend in all of Hawkins."

"You called me your girlfriend," Stevie giggled bashfully.

"You're beautiful, Stevie Harrington," Nancy said.

She stood behind Stevie, looking at her in the mirror. Nancy wrapped her arms around her neck and leaned down to hug her, kissing her cheek.

"Thank you," Stevie said, gazing lovingly at her in the mirror.

"I'm here for you, always," Nancy whispered.

"I want to tell the others. I mean, not the kids yet but our friends," Stevie said.

"I'll support you and be there for you if you want me to," she said and paused. "And if they disrespect you in any way, I'll shoot them."

She turned Stevie's head and kissed her lips. She grinned when she felt Stevie sigh happily.

A few weeks later. . .

"You sure you still want to do this?" Nancy asked.

"Of course," Stevie said. "No doubts."

"You look pretty in yellow," Nancy muttered, her hands on her hips.

Stevie was wearing a pleated yellow medium length skirt, a white button-up blouse, and white ankle boots. She had gone with the long curly brown wig instead of the wavy one. She had half of it pulled back with a hair clip.

"And you look pretty in purple," Stevie said as Nancy wrapped her arms around her from behind.

"Those colors go pretty well together, don't you think?" Nancy asked, and before Stevie could answer, there was a knock on the front door. "I'll get that. You give yourself a minute."

She kissed Stevie's cheek and headed downstairs. She opened the door for Robin, Vickie, Eddie, Chrissy, Jonathan, and Argyle. Nancy smiled when she saw Argyle and Jonathan holding hands.

"So, that finally happened, huh?" Nancy asked with a smile as she followed them into the living room.

"Yeah," Jonathan said, blushing.

"He made the first move," Argyle said, beaming. "Can you believe that, man? Gave me a rock. I had to kiss him."

"Smooth, Byers," Eddie grinned. "Where's Steve?"

"Speaking of that, do not say Steve. It's Stevie today," Nancy said.

"Oh, so that's happening today?" Robin asked.

"Yes, and if you guys say anything disrespectful of Stevie, then you should know that I did bring my gun," Nancy said and paused with a sigh. "I know I can't control how you feel, but I really hope you guys are open-minded when Stevie comes down."

"Aw, that's love," Robin said and paused. "I fully support her right to shoot you if you're rude about your opinion."

"Is everyone ready?" Stevie's voice floated from upstairs.

"Yeah," Nancy replied.

Stevie started moving down the stairs, her nails painted red. Nancy was pleased to see she was wearing her glasses. She loved it when she wore her glasses. Everyone stared at Stevie when she walked into the room.

"You look great, Stevie," Eddie said with a grin, and he turned to Chrissy. "Don't be jealous, babe."

"The only thing I'm jealous of is how pretty Stevie looks," Chrissy said. "And I mean that mostly platonically."

"Okay, now I'm jealous," Eddie grinned.

"Stevie does look great in that skirt. I could never pull off yellow," Vickie said.

"Flirting with Stevie right in front of me and Nancy," Robin said. "Brave."

"I wasn't!" Vickie explained.

"You look beautiful, Stevie," Argyke said. "Your energy is screaming with delight."

"So, are we going to be seeing more of Stevie?" Jonathan asked.

"That depends on how I feel. Sometimes, I feel like Stevie, and sometimes I don't," she replied.

"Either way, I think it's great," Jonathan said.

"Thanks, Jonathan," Stevie said. "So, you guys are okay with this?"

"Yeah, in all seriousness, Stevie, you're still our favorite badass babysitter," Eddie said. "We love you."

Stevie grinned and held out her arms, waving at them.

"Okay, group hug," she demanded.

Robin laughed and dove in first, hugging her best friend tightly before everyone followed suit.

"Proud of you, dingus," she whispered.

"Thanks for not treating me any differently," Stevie said and paused. "Okay, there's supportive, and then there's overly supportive. Who's hand is on my ass?"

"Sorry, that was an accident," Nancy replied.

"Oh, well, that's okay, you're allowed to grab my ass, Nance, we're dating," Stevie said.

"I swear it was an accident," Nancy blushed.

"It's okay, Nancy, Vickie likes to grab my ass too," Robin said.

"Robin!" Vickie laughed.

"Yeah, Chrissy gets a little handsy herself," Eddie said. "Nothing to be ashamed of."

"It's true," Chrissy beamed.

"It was an accident," Nancy laughed. "Trust me. You'd know if it wasn't."

"We're just fucking with you, honey," Stevie said and ducked her head to kiss Nancy.

Stevie had been relieved to know that it had gone well with them. She welcomed any and all questions that were posed to her. When it came time to tell the kids, her friends were there for her. They loved him during his Steve days and her Stevie days. They loved her when she felt like a masculine woman and a feminine man. They loved her when she was caught in between, and they loved them on their genderless days, too. They were loved.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x steve harrington #stancy #genderfluid steve harrington #bisexual steve harrington #pansexual nancy wheeler #robin buckley #lesbian robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #stranger things vickie #robin x vickie #rovickie #bisexual vickie #stranger things argyle #pansexual argyle #jonathan byers #gay jonathan byers #jargyle #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #bisexual eddie munson #bisexual chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #not the spicy six #the spicy EIGHT #rueleigh's thoughts #rueleigh writes

[grimreaperschild]

bones 2

summary: the group starts to adjust to life, you run into a familiar face on a supply run.

warnings: violence, gore, language if i’ve missed anything lmk

a/n: pls im kinda falling in love w this series 😭 but im exited for what’s to come, hope you guys like the new addition to the group ;) happy reading-🦷

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the first few seconds of waking up are always so blissful, your head tucked into the crook of tara’s neck nuzzling yourself impossibly closer as she raked her hands up your back lovingly, but as soon as you blink the sleep out of your eyes the weight of the say settles itself on your shoulders, digging it’s claws in like some oversized evil bird “good morning sleepyhead” tara’s lips press to the shell of your ear and you snuggle closer, she giggles “you slept in a little today baby everyone’s already awake” you stretch “well everyone’s gonna have to wait for me to brush my teeth” you shuffle around and throw some marvel pj pants on to match your spider-man t when you open the door to your and tara’s room your met with ethan fist raised, he jumped back at the sight of you and opened his mouth to talk you hold your finger up “im brushing my teeth first” he follows you like a lost puppy to the bathroom tara appearing beside you shoving a toothbrush in her mouth and promptly disappearing again.

as soon as your spit hits the basin ethan voice reaches your ears “so i was thinking and there has to be others hauled up in houses i mean if we survived so should other people” you turned the tap, no water great. things are going just great. you push past ethan and into the kitchen in search of your girlfriend she’s stood with sam and mindy, you pick up a pan and spoon and knock them together a couple times “family meeting everyone to there seats” you call thorough the house chuckling as you watch everyone scurry to the living room, it’s been a couple days since the outbreak, a couple days since quin. yesterday you and sam had taken the boards down from her room and thrown her body out the window and you’d all spent the rest of the day cleaning the carpet and making her room as nice as possible, you’d closed the door and boarded it up again out of respect.

you stand in the middle of the room, the coffee table having long been pushed out of the way the only person your missing was anika and you eye the stairs through the door you mentally count to 5 smiling as she rushes down the stairs right on cue “sorry im late sorry guys im here, here” she holds her hands up stepping between people to claim her spot bedside mindy “the waters out sooner than we thought” a collective groan could be heard from the group and you held a hand up to silence them “yes i know, not ideal but we planned for this remember? me chad and sam go scout outside see what it’s like” “im still mad i pulled the short straw if we were measuring dick sizes i wouldn’t have to go out there” “that’s only because me and y/n don’t have dicks, bird brain” you snort and cover your mouth pretending to cough when chad shoots daggers your way “i guess i can’t put this off any longer anyone have any weapon ideas? i atleast wanna be iconic” tara gives you an unimpressed look but you continue on anyway “i was thinking we could hit up the wilderness shop down the way they have guns and stuff good place to loot” sam nods her head “yeah and for the way there i’ve got some climbing gear like picks and stuff” you cock your head to the side “how do i literally live with you and not know we both climb?” her head shoots up “your my sister in law and i don’t know you climb?” excitement lacing her tone “whoa hold your horses im not your sister in law yet” tara gives you another unamused look as sam goes to grab her gear “what do you wanna get married” anika pipes up “i can officiate, chad can be the flower girl” mindy laughs at the statement elbowing her brother in the side “why cant i be a flower girl” liv frowns “because your gonna be the ring bearer” “ethan’s definitely gonna be my best man” ethan’s head shoots up at your words a grin on his face “minds your my maid of honour and sam you can walk me down the isle” “deal” sam agrees having only heard the last end of the conversation.

you grab 2 picks from sam and throw one to chad “let me get out of my pjs and we can go” the light atmosphere turns thick the weight of what’s about to happen, you lean against the door and rest your hands on your knees in out, in, out everything’s ok it’s all gonna be ok you take a shaky breath standing tall, your ashamed to say you jump when you hear 3 soft knocks on the door tara’s head peers in “baby” she breathes and it’s unnaturally soft, it makes you crumble tears cascade down your cheeks “oh, baby” she takes you in her arms “i’ll be waiting for you right here when you get back” she rubs your back softly “when did i become leader” you choke out voice muffled by her neck “i cant do it, why do they all look to me, im not enough” you let yourself cry on her shoulder till there’s nothing left to cry tara whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you pull yourself away turning to get dressed.

when you walk back into the living room dressed in black cargos white t and a light brown knitted jumper tying your hair up in a ponytail chad and sam are waiting shoes already on, you flop onto the sofa as tara brings you your combat boots you tug them off tying the laces tight. “you guys ready?” you look at the faces of the people around you “as i’ll ever be” chad mutters sam nods solemnly in acknowledgement, you stand and make your way to the front door slowly “ethan, liv i want you on door duty, tara mindy i want you on watch” you strain as you move the dresser from the front door you step back and grab your pick as sam unbolts and swings the door open slowly surveying our surroundings “y/n” you turn at the sound of her voice and she presses a soft kiss to your lips your heart flutters at the action “come home, be safe” you allow chad and liv to have there moment before slinging your bag over your shoulders and taking the first steps out the door.

your hands are griping the pick so tight your knuckles are white as the 3 of you make your way down the street towards the hunting store, you’d never seen woodsbrough so deserted some bodys were laying on corners or in the street but you tried not to focus on them as you push on forward, you stifle a laugh as chad bumps into a lamppost while trying to look behind him “good job superman” he rubs his head and shoots you a glare “i don’t see you trying to watch our 6” sam bumps his shoulder “what is this? cod zombies? roger roger” you snort “that’s actually from starwars cod zombies kinda just screech like metal heads” you shudder at the thought “bookie” before anyone can call you a nerd for your starwars comment someone barrels into you knocking you to the floor, you let out a grunt as the person lands an elbow into your stomach effectively winding you “SHIT y/n, fuck i didn’t know it was you im so sorry” the girl stands quickly pulling you to your feet with her.

you stumble into the wall hands falling to your knees pick long forgotten as you suck air in threw your teeth winded for the second time this week it feels like there’s a running theme here. then you look up at your assailant and any air you’d managed to scrape into your lungs was knocked out of you again, amber. my amber, our amber. you blink up at her eyes wild, she was your and tara’s ex of a few months her parents had forced her hand as it “wasn’t normal” or whatever, your thoughts are interrupted as she throws herself into you “tara?” it’s a question you wrap your arms around her “safe, you hurt” you pull away quickly inspecting her “n-“ she’s cut off by chad letting out a yell, you see the brute before she does and you shove her aside diving for your pick in the road, he’s big. easily 6’4 and built he used to be in the biker gang but his leather jacket hangs off him in tatters sam swings her arm back and gets him right in the chest definitely breaking a few ribs by the sound of it she tries to pull her weapon out but it’s stuck he lets out a groan and swings her to the side following quickly as she tumbles to the floor, you make your move while he’s distracted hitting him in the back of the skull, he goes down but you don’t stop 1, 2, 3 hit after hit to his head, brains are smushed onto the pavement and your sprayed with blood as you feel hands on your waist pulling you back “he’s done he’s gone it’s ok” you breath again looking for sam thankfully she’s ok.

the 4 of you make it to the hunters shop with no further incidents sam opens the door for you nodding as you pass by her ok definitely not shaking the title of leader anytime soon better embrace it your eyes land on a hunting knife 7 inches long, Damascus steel with a leather bound hilt you pick it up and it fits your hand like it’s made for you, you smile as you clip it to your belt turning to the pistol rack to choose your gun, gotta pick something iconic you see a revolver not too dissimilar to the one rick in the walking dead has bingo. you silently thank your dad for the shooting lessons he gave you as a young teen clipping the holster to your belt you chuck all the guns and amo in your bag as you can then the gleam of metal catches your eye.

oh, now that, that is iconic overkill? sure but who’s gonna miss out on the chance to carry round a fucking sword you grin as you pick up the roman style sword “really?” you look up to see amber stood with a familiar glint of adoration in her eyes “you telling me i don’t look badass right now freeman?” you smirk as you situate the sword on your hip “im from the fucking roman times, unkillable if you will” she chuckles to herself “you dork” “yeah yeah whatever” she’s armed with a baseball bat and a shotgun good decision. you take a look at everyone, chad is playing with nunchucks and sam is stuffing knifes into her bag “it’s getting dark out, we need to head back ambs you coming with” you wince at the hopefulness in your voice “tar won’t want you out here alone” sam shoots you a knowing look and your eyes fall to the floor “yes. i’ve been in my house alone i was terrified” a pang of sympathy shoots threw you “your safe now, i promise” she holds out her pinky and you interlock it with yours “always?” “always”

oh fuck me. this is going to be the death of me.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x yn #tara x reader x amber #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #scream #zombie #zombie apocolypse au #amber x tara

[tennessoui]

so two more of my dnd friends announced that they were dating each other recently and i had the thought,,, dnd could fix him(anakin) so like. imagine he has a huttese only game that he dms going on throughout his teenage years (maybe with childhood friend kitster) and then that friendship group implodes thanks to teenage drama. so then he gets into a group playing in basic (whether or not they meet due to dnd or this is canon au and so obi wan spends anakin’s teen years pretending he’s not jealous of the attention anakin gives to his dnd game is variable) and boom! this game has obi wan in it. and dnd has a lot of improv and acting so if their characters fall in love it doesn’t mean anakin and obi wan are in love, even though anakin having a fake sibling relationship with kitster or someone does mean that the two of them think of each other as kind of siblings. but obviously the only person allowed to be in love with anakin’s character is obi wans character. if anakin’s the dm then that means no one but obi wan is allowed an npc flirt so obi wans character has to be the Biggest Slut, but if anakin’s another player than that means anakin’s character is absolutely Not Allowed to Be A Slut and neither is Obi-Wan’s because the only one for him by now is anakin. (bonus points if it’s a dnd podcast like critical role so obi-wan sees shipping fanart of characters) for once anakin is not the crazy jealous one because he’s played dnd long enough that he knows any flirting is just practice for obikin. anakin is more worried about his friendship with vos than obi wan being an in game slut.

(publishing follow up ask for dnd context)

sorry, dnd anon here, forgot to let u know the basics of the game. basically, one person gets really into it and world builds a whole world with npcs and politics and a villain (bbeg) and becomes the dungeon master (dm) for either a single session (one shot) or a whole multi session story arc (called a campaign) while everyone else plays one single character and rolls the dice that the dm tells them to to see if they succeed or fail. sometimes the players come up with really wacky shit that the dm just has to like. deal with, and other times someone says something like “life needs things to live” and everyone lovingly mocks them for it. podcasts of people playing exist, and some of them have huge fandoms with while shipping cultures, and if u want to watch one to get familiarized with the game, i would recommend dungeons and drag queens by dimension 20 (2/2)

i need to preface this by saying i really don't know anything about dnd and the explanation you sent is really great but i still don't think i know anything about dnd. also i feel like a little part of anakin has to always have a crazy jealous inclination because (gestures to mustafar anakin rots scenes) that was formative to me when i watched it

maybe obi-wan's letting all of his jealousy flow into his character so he's being sorta unhinged in the game while anakin is being unhinged in real life. compromise!

this isn't dnd necessarily, but your ask did remind me of this fic by @intermundia where they play world of warcraft

and i absolutely remember reading a fic where they play dnd in a modern au and that's their whole basis for a relationship but i really cannot remember it for the life of me. or find it.

#asks #obikin #it is not your fault your explanation was gold #ive literally played in a oneshot before for dnd #and i feel like i don't know anything about it #literlaly nothing can help me at this point #im ok with that i think some people just are not made for games #it's the youngest sibling in me #i was made to watch people play games and backseat drive #and bask in the sounds of them having fun #dnd au where obi-wan doesnt actually play dnd but he's the legal guardian of ahsoka who does #and feels compelled to make snacks and monitor the games when all her friends come over #and anakin always takes 12 thousand bathroom breaks #trying to get obi-wan alone in the ktichen to talk with him #cause he's much more interested in obi-wan than some game #pre-meeting obiwan anakin would never have thought that at all #the might fell #and fell fast

[yanderes-galore]

Oooh I want to ask as well... yandere cronus ampora oneshot? I feel like some time after being rejected by the others he decides he's not gonna bother with traditional pursuing with the reader. He's gonna jump straight to the kidnapping! They're his whether they like it or not <3 (at least that's the way I see him acting hehehe)

Here we go everyone, I'm writing for "Homestuck's Worst Character Ever™". Hope you enjoy me writing him as a delusional dude who snatched you.

Used a Homestuck typing quirk generator for Cronus :) THANKFULLY that exists- Admittedly, I started this to mess around with the generator a bit. Sorry if it was too short or not the best :( I'm experimenting on both the quirk and how to write Cronus. Kinda wish I wrote him better but idk how yet, I'll take feedback.

I think I successfully depicted him as gross, however.

Last Straw

Yandere! Cronus Ampora ♒️Short

Pairing: Matesprit ❤️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession at first sight, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Forced "affection", Possessive behavior, Clingy behavior, Forced "relationship", He gets a bit touchy while you sleep but it's brief, Swearing, Forced kissing.

Rejection used to burn him like the fires of a human cigarette (which he still doesn't understand why you would waste such a thing). It used to hurt him, he was subjected to such a pain for a long time. Now he got used to it.

Being rejected still had a dull pain to it yet now he just felt frustrated. He tries so hard to gain the attention of others. He really does try to relate to others.

It never works.

Being alone was a constant in his life. Even when he died and became a ghost, immortality didn't change the fact he was alone. He was forced to be rejected, even when dead.

It got on his nerves.

Oh, but then he met you!

He didn't care if you were also a ghost or some fellow human or troll passing through Dream Bubbles. Cronus quickly became determined to have you. Clearly, the traditional means of courting wasn't going to work.

When was Cronus ever traditional anyways...?

He needed to use a method that would work no matter what.

He didn't care if others didn't like the idea. He was already seen as garbage. So, really, there was no consequence to knocking you out and tying you in a room by a bed.

No one was going to bother him anyways.

Honestly, he isn't sure why he didn't do this sooner. To be a nice guy? Maybe he doesn't want to be nice anymore... not when it won him you.

You looked adorable when asleep. He just knew you were going to be perfect for him. He knew you'd make a great Matesprit... or if you hated him, he could make that work! A Kismesis could work, too-

Red romance, black romance, Cronus didn't care.

All he wanted was you and whatever attention he could squeeze out of you.

Cronus treated you like you were his last shot at ever finding love. He made the room he kept you in look perfect, born from memories that were no doubt yours. He watched you as you rested with what would seem like a lovingly gaze... if his eyes were not glazed over.

While you rest off the blow to the head, Cronus is gentle with prodding at you. He lightly grazes his hand over your skin and hums to himself. Although he explores a bit, he tells himself to not wander far over your body. There's still time to wait. He's been waiting forever for someone to come into his life. Now here you were...

All his.

When you wake up, Cronus greets you with a smile. He's happy, excited even. You have no choice but to simply be his!

"I vwas wvaiting for you to wvake up! We may not knowv each other much nowv, doll... but vwe hawve plenty of time! Trust me... vwe're meant to be, baby!"

He comes off strong and it's one hell of a thing to wake up to. Due to his constant feelings of rejection, delusion has settled in his mind. Far as he knows, you two will be together.

He'll make it so.

"Where am I?" You ask, voice raspy due to the lack of use. Cronus simply smiles, shuffling closer.

"Your nevw home, doll! I set it up based on hovw you like it. You see... I'wve been looking for someone like you for a long vwhile."

Cronus doesn't mind getting up close and personal. Even when you physically recoil away from his hold on your chin, his delusions block it out. He caresses your cheek in a loving manner while sitting beside you on a bed eerily similar to your own from your old home.

"It hurts to be alone... luckily, wve hawve each other! I'vwe alvways vwanted a Matesprit of my owvn. No one paid attention to me evwen vwhen I tried to connect vwith them..."

Cronus then puts both hands to your cheeks.

"Yet you'll be different, baby. I just knovw you and I vwill be something great. I'vwe evwen come up wvith songs to shovw our lovwe!"

You try to pull away from him but his grip is strong. Panic is written all over your face but Cronus is blind to it. All he sees is you... and the potential between you both.

"I don't know you! Who even are you!?"

"Shit, sorry, baby. I forgot I newver gawve my name. Cronus Ampora, that's my name. I happen to already knowv yours." Cronus winks and you feel yourself convulse in disgust.

"We just met... I can't do this! You can't make me love you like that!" You cry, Cronus shooshes you and pulls you into his chest.

"Sure you can, babe. I picked you for a good reason. You'll like it vwith me, I just knowv it. Relax... I vwon't hurt you."

"Let me go, don't touch me!"

You push against him, shaking when Cronus squeezes occasionally. He appears frustrated when you fight him and wrenches your chin up so you're eye to eyes with him. Those dead eyes stare into you... angry.

"We're Matesprits, you can't fight that wvith me. Unless you vwish for our lowve to be blacker, you can't change this." Cronus growls, ghosting his lips over yours. "Ewveryone else already hates being around me. I'm used to that. Yet you vwon't leavwe me like them."

He pushes you on the soft bed, using his body weight to hold you in place.

"We'll be Matesprits. You'll lowve me..."

Cronus leans closer, grinning.

"If not, baby... I'll make you lowve me."

The troll kisses you with a need that catches you off guard, ignoring your screams of protest and instead focusing on his fantasies of making you his.

#yandere homestuck #yandere cronus ampora #yandere homestuck x reader

[urprinceoflove]

Catching a Feeling

Pairing: Ralph Dibny x GN!Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: would you mind writing “You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” A member of team flash (idk Harry, Cisco, anyone really) says the prompt to Ralph because he sometimes can't help himself from not so subtley lovingly staring at a totally oblivious reader

Warnings: Fluff, clueless reader, and a grumpy Harry

Word Count: 1,064

A/N: this was fun to write! i totally needed this myself as well. i have missed writing 🥲 (yes i am a dork)

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“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” Harry grumbled from behind Ralph. The man was debating on strangling the stringy-man.

Ralph barely even flinched. “Oh hey, Harry! What was that?”

Harry’s face was as grumpy as it always was. He could have his face frozen in a frown and nobody would tell the difference.

“I have seen you staring at Y/N. It’s not even close to subtle. Everyone on the team knows about your thing for them.” Harry looked Ralph up and down before crossing his arms over his chest.

Ralph chuckled a bit. “Look, your whole… detective act is great and all, but shouldn’t you leave that to Sherloque? The man is a great detective and–”

“I don’t associate myself with those idiots!” Harry spat. He came up right in front of Ralph, pointing a finger at his chest. “I know what you’re up to Dibny and I’m not quite sure I like it…”

Ralph looked down at Harry’s finger before looking back up at the man. “Has anyone ever compared you to grumpy cat before? You know the meme? You look just like him.”

Harry didn’t bother to say another word, instead he turned around and left the room with annoyed mumbling.

“What was that all about?” You asked, standing right next to Ralph. Ralph jumped this time.

“Y-Y/N! I didn’t notice you there… uh– when did you enter the room? Did you hear that whole thing?”

“Calm down, Ralph…” You giggled. You always had the man rambling for some reason. “I just walked in not too long ago. So?” You were hinting at the conversation.

“Oh okay. Oh! That whole thing?” Ralph pointed behind him with his thumb. He leaned over the main console of the Cortex. He scoffed playfully, “Oh you know… Harry being Harry. You can’t help that he’s such a grump. Doesn’t he remind you of the grumpy cat meme?”

You giggled again. Ralph Dibny was still rambling.

“What?” He defended. “Isn’t it not true?” Ralph shifted in his spot and caused an alarm to start blaring in the Cortex and around the whole laboratories. “Shit!”

Ralph did his best to start pushing all the buttons in the Cortex’s console to get the alarm to shut up. In the process he just activated almost every defense mechanism known to Team Flash.

You just shook your head and rolled your eyes. All you had to do was press one singular button for the alarms to stop.

Ralph let out a nervous laugh. “I knew that was there… see I was testing you! You are a great fit for Team Flash.”

“Sure, sure.” You smiled at the man.

It wasn’t long before Barry, Cisco, and Harry all entered the room. Barry and Cisco were in more of a panic than Harry, Harry was simply annoyed.

“What’s going on?” Barry asked.

Cisco looked around the Cortex’s control system. “Ralph, did you sound all the alarms again?”

“W-What? No way!” He defended himself.

“He pressed just a few buttons and it all just went off.” You snitched. Ralph looked at you with his jaw dropped.

You just smiled at him.

Harry rolled his eyes and walked out of the Cortex without a second thought.

“Well, I am glad everything is okay here.” Barry nodded.

Cisco came up next to Ralph and raised his eyebrows up and down. “Sooo, Ralph. What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure what you mean?” Ralph said plainly while Cisco was circling him like a vulture about to pounce on his already dead prey.

You raised an eyebrow at the small engineer. When you looked to the side of you Barry was busy smiling in the corner, but… what was going on? You didn’t quite understand what was so funny about the situation.

“You know what I mean.” Cisco hinted. He then abruptly turned to you. “You know too don’t you, Y/N?”

You shook your head. “I honestly have no clue what’s going on right now.”

“Just tell them, Ralph!” Barry suggested.

Ralph was being pressured by both his friends, Cisco and Barry, he hadn’t even thought over his words. The man opened his mouth to speak, but shut it immediately. “Uh–” He looked back and forth between his friends and you, debating if the time was right. Well… if Harry caught him then wouldn’t it be inevitable that you were to catch him as well? Ralph took a deep breath. He mumbled something.

“What?” You asked, trying to point your ear more towards him to hear.

“I like you. I like you as… more than a friend, Y/N.” He finally admitted.

Cisco pulled out a party popper from his pocket and popped it. You and Ralph flinched as confetti from the air started to land on the ground. “Congratulations!”

“Cisco!” Barry called. Cisco turned towards Barry. “Give them some space.” Cisco groaned and walked with Barry out of the Cortex. Cisco had one last peak before fully exiting the room.

When both the men were gone, you turned back to Ralph. Ralph sat in the chair that was pulled up behind him. He was messing with his hands and his leg was bouncing up and down.

“You do?” You asked.

“Yeah… if you don't like me back that’s fine I just–”

“Ralph.”

“It was all sudden and I played the hints all right I think… but I know it’s hard for you to see the signs, but then again you are just so beautiful and I can’t help myself sometimes.”

“Ralph…”

Ralph looked up as your voice was closer than before. He hadn’t even realized that you were standing in front of him now. The two of you stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Ralph’s eyes flicked to your lips. Ralph parted his lips a bit. You smiled and you leaned in to him for a kiss. He let you. As your lips collided you already felt Ralph’s hand at your waist. It was only a simple kiss and you both pulled away shortly after.

“Woah,” was all the man could mutter. Luck enough for him you heard him.

“You’re a dork.” You said, shaking your head. You turned away from Ralph and began walking out of the Cortex, your face was warm and you couldn’t stop smiling.

Ralph just shrugged. “Hey, wait, can I get another kiss!?”

#the flash #ralph dibny #ralph dibny x reader

[golden--doodler]

So I messaged @drawthethingdoppelganger today and it ended up being so long and fun to write that I want to share it (I modified it a bit, but it's mostly the same as when I sent it):

Also shame on everyone who keeps vitriolically hating on Jimmy Jr.! He's a middle schooler, come on. Sure, "V For Valentine-Detta" was not a great episode for him, but that doesn't make him an awful, toxic person who's manipulating Tina.

It's super frustrating how people keep saying things like this to justify why Tina should 100% be with Zeke or Josh instead. Sure, I ship Tina and Josh the most, but that doesn't mean Tina and Jimmy Jr.'s relationship is toxic, especially considering how young they are. Also, let's not forget that Tina's not totally innocent either, she's done her fair share of (lovingly) being mean to J Ju. Like when she got high on caffeine in "The Unnatural" and made fun of his lisp. That exchange sends me every time.

Anyway, he's just a dumb teenager who has commitment issues! I genuinely believe he will mature as he and Tina grow older, no matter what their relationship status eventually turns out to be. It just makes me upset when people are so mean to him, it reminds me of the few people who are super mean to Gene.

Gene is also a dumb middle schooler (said with love) and sure, he's not perfect, but isn't that what makes him a lovely, compelling character? He has flaws. The only episodes I don't really enjoy him in are "Beefsquatch" and "Mommy Boy". That is it. And even in those episodes, he learns his lesson and comes around in the end, so they're not completely devoid of value either. He is actually so sweet that he doesn't even want to prank anyone on April Fool's Day! And let's not forget how in "It Snakes A Village", he quickly pushed through his fear of snakes to save Tina and Louise's lives! He's clearly still scared of them after that episode because of that one episode where he gets terrified of Steve in Nat's limo, so he did all of this for his sisters. I mean 🥺

Still crying that someone on Reddit said he should be killed off because he's annoying and doesn't add anything, like no! 😭 Does that person understand how strange and empty the show would feel without my precious baby boy? He may be the Middle Child, but he's so crucial to the show and its humor! He basically invented it from episode one, I'm telling ya. Like his cute lil' burger suit and his weird sound effects machine thingy? Yes. There would be something missing and everyone would feel it.

I adore the rest of the Belchers too, I really do, but no one has ever said that any of the others should be killed off? Because that's such a ridiculous notion?? I can't think of any characters in the show I would even think this about because I love all of them so much, every one of those side characters has a special place in my heart too.

One example I can think of where the show would feel so empty without Gene was that one scene (I can't remember which episode) where Tina tried to be like Gene and tell a joke, and then Gene said the same joke a second later, and Bob actually said, "It was funnier when Gene said it." It's unexplainable, but it's true. Somehow it was funnier when Gene said the joke! I love you so much, Tina girl, but Bob is right. He just fills a certain niche for the show, like Jimmy Jr. does. I feel as if we're in the same boat @drawthething so much because I think Jimmy Jr. might be the one character some people are as mean to as Gene? Like, come on! They're our precious dumb middle school boys (who are definitely LGBTQ+) and their flaws make them such fun characters to follow. They're not perfect, but that's what kind of makes them perfect.

#jimmy pesto jr #gene belcher #we both want to defend our favorite boys until the end of time #i could write actual essays and books on why i love gene and how he's important for the show and a good character #and also why jimmy jr. is way too hated on but i think i'll leave that to dt and jimmy jr. musoems #people are so mean to these two it's just not fair #and the fandom is so wholesome most of the time that it just makes me upset every time someone's mean to gene or j ju #let's all just be nice and appreciate these two dumb middle school boys

[yokiidokii]

Hello! I was wondering if you could possibly write what Andre and Reagan look for in a partner? Thank you! ❤

We’re all doing a little bit not great. I was having a little bit of trouble with this to begin with because I don’t think I really think I know what the ideal partners for anyone in this show is.

So we’re just going to clarify that like- this isn’t end all be all everyone can have their F/O’s and share and be very different with all the different dynamics so like- Also like sjsjjsj sorry it might have gotten away from me so if this isn't exactly what you wanted please let me know!

IF YOU FEEL LEFT OUT OR IT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE YOU BUT YOU LOVE THEN IM SO FREAKIN SORRY IM TRYING MY BEST- I think I’ve decided I’m more fan of like the longer kinda story-ish formats? Like this request! I’ll still do this kinda stuff for sure but I think it might take a little bit longer, and if I don’t think I can do it justice it might never get done :(

Reagan

I mean while I think we got a pretty good look into her kind of wants in a partner both with Ron and with the dating episode within the first part, I think I could take a crack at adding something to this for you!

Reagan likes a good person for the most part- Like sure I think most people working for the deep state have kind of skewed morals but pure evil isn’t on the agenda.

I think it would be reasonable to assume Reagan likes someone with goals? Like sure the world might make said goal kind of unattainable sometimes, especially in the kind of world you all live in. But actually wanting to do those things is pretty neat!

Respecting her space and having your own interests and things to do while also being able to talk about it? Sometimes it’s nice to hear someone you like talk about something they love, she likes seeing the unabashed joy in their eyes.

Also just- lovingly, do cheesy shit with this woman. Like if she isn’t feeling it she’ll tell you but like- WATCH A MOVIE TOGETHER! GO GET ICE CREAM TOGETHER! DO SOMETHING SWEET THAT MAKES HER FEEL NORMAL AND HAPPY!!

Eat ice cream in your jammies and show her movies and stuff that you love or think she’d like!

She just wants someone who’s able to understand her while being themselves.

-

Andre

Something that I think shouldn’t be shocking is that Andre would enjoy a partner who can kind of keep up with all the energy that he has.

Like it isn’t necessary. He could absolutely adore and love a partner who is less energetic or spontaneous as he is! 

Honestly if he has someone who just doesn’t mind how he is when he’s all pumped up then he’s set.

And of course while he want’s someone who can handle him at his high. He also want’s them to be able to handle him at his lows-

Will you be able to listen to him talk about his high stakes elder scrolls campaign- will you???

But even if you don’t have all of the knowledge to take care or make sure that he would be okay given a panic attack or some other kind of mental shut down he’s smart enough to let you know some kind of plan of action should it happen if you’re around each other enough.

As long as you can retain that information and help him calm down and stay with him he’s sold.

While I would assume you’d be friends with him before becoming his partner this still is still something I can absolutely see him feeling strongly about.

You have to get along with his friends- like at least be amicable.

Like sure he knows not everyone can get along but the gang? Ride or die found family. They mean a lot him and you do to! But having a partner who can banter and get along with if not tease them back.

#Andre Lee #Dr. Andre Lee #Andre Lee x reader #Reagan Ridley #Reagan Ridley x reader #andre inside job #reagan inside job #Inside Job #Inside Job Imagine #inside job headcanon #Inside job x reader #Inside Job x GN! reader #Inside Job x gn reader #sfw

[acourtofserpents]

This is such a fascinating game - I wish the demo was longer, it's very immersive and intriguing!

I need to thank you dearly for one thing, too. I love all sorts of isekai / "transported to another world" stories, but my biggest trigger in fiction ever (to the point of having panic attacks if that happens) are stories of that kind where the protagonist goes back to their birth world at the end. The fact the very intro post mentions that "(...) shall you decide to stay or escape." is so nice to me. That means I can actually read this story without freaking out. Usually I have to ask the author if they are planning for a route where the MC stays in the other world, but some authors see it as fishing for spoilers and don't answer, sadly. Yes, I know it's a weird thing to thank you about, but I'm very grateful! I do have a small question about that, if you're willing to answer. Will this be a story where we're able to decide early on if the MC wants to stay or try to escape, or will the MC be "undecided by default". I tend to prefer to be able to make a choice fast of course, but I'm sure it'll be well written regardless! Or well, maybe the situation would not really lead to any of these alternatives at all... That aside, for the ROs, I'm most interested in the prince (though of course, I have to exclude the human RO anyway considering the direction I want to take my MC in), but I think it's interesting... I somehow consider the prince to be less awful than the other fae ROs? Well, he's a jerk, but he's a jerk to everyone, clearly. It doesn't seem like his behavior is focused only on the MC - he just has an awful personality (and I'm saying that lovingly) overall.

Oh and a question about Caerus. Again, this might be spoilery so feel free to ignore it. I'm assuming we WILL get opportunities to get closer to him and what not... But what will dad think about MC's relationship with (insert chosen RO), once the relationship actually starts or well, once it becomes clear there is something between the two? Because I feel like he may have strong opinions, like wondering if MC, as a human, will do the same their mother did and "betray" their fae partner after a while, or would he on the other hand have more trust in the MC since he raised them? And if the RO is human, would he on the other hand be judgmental of that thinking the child he raised has bad taste haha? An well, does his opinion depend on his relationship with the MC, too?

Sorry for the long ask and multiple questions! Thanks for indulging me, and have a great day!

hi hi lovely!! first, thank you so so much for all the love and kind words!! i’m so extremely happy you’re enjoying the story, these kind of messages are really my biggest motivators <33

now, to answer your questions,, i’m not too sure about when the final and ultimate decision will take place, as i’m planning quite a few different routes that MC could take. so far, i don’t see that decision being made anytime soon, as i’m not planning to add it to chapter 2. MC will have to start thinking about it, but a permanent decision won’t be made so early, sorry!!

hehe, you can say Ryzan has an awful personality unlovingly (that’s definitely not a word, oopsie) too, i don’t mind!! i think it all depends on how you perceive all of them, they all have their faults, some of them maybe more than others.

about Caerus, it’s not spoilers, don’t worry!! if MC’s careful, Caerus won’t know about the relationship until much later. that also depends on who MC chooses to romance. i think he’ll be very VERY very surprised to know that MC is involved with a Fae. he doesn’t have a problem with them, per se, but it’ll just be very surprising to see MC kissing someone they claimed to hate for their whole life, and vice versa. now, with Silos, Caerus almost expects some kind of relationship (even if it’s just platonic friendship) to bloom between them and MC. the way he’ll treat MC and their relationship with anyone definitely depends a lot on their own relationship!!

#and there’s no need to apologies for asking questions!! #i LOVE questions!! #makes me feel like people are genuinely interested in the story and characters :33 #thank you for the ask <3 #asks #a court of serpents #acos #ryzan #zale #nailea #silos #caerus my man