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faux-ecrivain · 5 months

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What kinda yan would utterly adore a werewolf reader

(Good question and Thank you for the request/ask Anon number 7)

(Twentieth Official Post)

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Yan Crossdresser; would have mixed feelings, because he loves brushing your fur when you turn, but you make such a mess, you’re always shedding hair and sometimes you destroy furniture. Which really irritates him, because he may be well-off but his money isn’t endless. Usually when you starts misbehaving (ie destroying furniture, waking up the neighbors, digging up yards and etc) he punishes you with the dog house. That’s right, he’ll put you in a large doghouse and keep you in there until you’ve learned your lesson. So, usually when you turn he has a leash and collar close by (at all times).

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Yan Neko; absolutely hates it when you turn, mostly because you’re a large dog and you bark at him whenever you turn. But, also because you chase him around and start fights with him. He also hates dogs, like any dogs. Usually when you turn he starts hissing at you and growling, he’ll even snarl at you and if you don’t get away from him (and stay far away) then the claws will come out, and he’ll attack you. Which happens very time you turn and usually ends up with the two of you in a whole lot of pain..

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Yan Idol; before he’s abducted you;wouldn’t have any strong feelings toward this revelation, but he will try to take care of you and prevent your secret from getting out| After he’s abducted you; he would hold it over your head and insist that by keeping you imprisoned in his home, he’s keeping you and everyone else safe. And when you’ve turned he usually has you chained up and muzzled, this is because whenever you transform you have a habit of trying to attack him, and since he has no desire to be mauled, he’ll try to stay as far as possible. Of course, he’ll still take care of you, but he’s not going near you (no matter how much he wants to cuddle you large furry body!) Does he adore it? Yes, he does, but he hates punishing you.

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Yan Baby-sitter; He’s be in even more awe of you. Not only do you have some sort of supernatural ability to save him from demons, but you’re an actual supernatural being! He’d pamper you, if you’re hungry when you’ve transform he’ll hunt you the best meals (which you gleefully devour)! If you’re tired then he’ll fluff your pillows and cover you in the largest, comfiest blanket he can find (he’ll swaddle you in a blanket and wrap it around you so tight, that you won’t be able to slash at him). If you’re in a playful mood, he’ll play whatever game you want (even chase, which usually means he gets chased by you because he keeps hugging you, but eh to him it’s the same thing)! So, I would say that Yan Baby-sitter would be the most likely to adore you!

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Yan Cheater; He’ll use it to bribe you, although it doesn’t work very well (because in his world werewolves aren’t real), but it won’t stop him. Plus, when you do transform he goes out of his way to incapacitate you (usually with a form of food or pets!) and take care of you. He tries to show you that he can take care of you and that you should get back with him, because he really does love you (no he doesn’t). He tries his best to be kind to you, but your disobedience and animalistic behavior does irritate him and often causes him to punish you (typically by feeding you flavorless dog food, locking you up in a dog cage and by taking away your toys.). Does he adore your werewolfness? He thinks it’s cute, but views it as a bit of a nuisance (this is because you like to try and bite him when he comes near you).

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Yan Reader; His favorite author is a werewolf? And he’s the only that knows? Wow! That must mean you trust him, right?! He finds your werewolf form super cute! How does he know about it? Well, he installed cameras in your house some time ago, so he can see everything that happens in your home. Anyways, he desperately wishes to be beside you and to support you throughout your temporary change, but he doesn’t want to scare you, so he sends gifts that he hopes will help you out during your transformation. Does he adore it? Yes, he does.

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Yan Roommate; thinks that your werewolf instincts might explain your overprotective behavior and since He wants to show you his gratitude, he takes care of you during you time as a werewolf. He brushes your fur, feeds you fulfilling meals and makes sure that no one outside your apartment takes notice of your strange behavior or the howls you release when you’re hungry. Does he adore it? Somewhat, he thinks your fur is soft and he loves brushing through it (it’s calming to him). He wonders if your kids know..

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Yan Neighbor; Well, when he had you he found your werewolfen tendencies to be a nuisance as you’re a very destructive dog. He contemplates locking you away for the duration of your transformation, but knows that doing so would be counterproductive. Which causes him to tolerate your change and take care of you during it. Does he adore it? No, not really, he isn’t a big fan of dogs and only takes care of you for your approval.

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Yan Emperor; He thinks it’s adorable and he holds it over your add, he knows that the nobles would further disapprove of your affliction and he knows you’ll do anything to keep it a secret. So, whenever you’re on the verge of transforming he’ll invite you over and will watch as you struggle to prevent your transformation. Of course, since he doesn’t want anyone to know about your curse, he’ll lend you a room to stay in and will make an excuse for whatever noble dares to inquire about you. Then when you do transform he’ll go to your room (after you’ve calmed down that is) and begin to drown you in affection. He’ll make you very uncomfortable, because even in your wolf form he’s always touching you (usually he’s petting your ears, rubbing your belly or brushing your fur). Not to mention, your pretty sure he has a strange attachment to your wolf form (mostly because he views it as a sign of strength and it means you’ll be able to defend him and any children you might have. Even though he’s perfectly capable of doing that). Does he adore it? Absolutely, he likes big animals and has many paintings with you sitting by his side in your wolf form. He even gifted you a diamond studded leash (one that’s your favorite color of course) and a matching leash (yes, he walks you around the grounds with that leash and if anyone asks, he says it’s his pet wolf).

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Yan Duke (a character not yet written); He adores most animals and already admires you because you’re a General, and have won many wars. But, to learn that you’ve been undergoing such an affliction whilst maintaining your pride ,and ignoring all the ignorant remarks from other nobles, well he thinks you’re an amazing person. His admiration for you is upped by ten and he enjoys running his hands through fur. One of his favorite pastimes would be brushing your fur, he’s gentle, of course, and often spoils you with snout kisses. He has a whole room dedicated for you to use when you transform, it’s a cushy room with all the necessities your little doggy heart could ever want. Does he adore it? Yep, he loves it and often has you sleep on his bed when you transform.

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1950s Househusband (yes, it he is a yan); He was surprised, his cute next door neighbor is a werewolf? He didn’t expect that, but he doesn’t mind. He’a actually quite happy to learn such a secret about you, he’s even more gleeful to learn that your trust him enough with this information. When you do transform, he goes out of his way to take care of you. He’ll pat your head, rub your belly, brush your fur and fed you gourmet meals. Although, he does get a bit upset when you jump on the furniture and shed your fur. He even scolds you, although he doesn’t mean anything when he says it. Does he adore it? Not initially, he was a bit turned off by it (he’s not a big fan of furry animals that shed), but he grew to appreciate that quirky trait or yours. Now he has no qualms about coming over and helping you through the whole process, although he has to work extra hard to keep his spouse from finding out about it.

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Yan fickle ex-boyfriend; He wants nothing to do with you, sure he says he loves you, but he won’t be there if you need him during the transformation. However, if you do transform in front of him and you won’t let him leave (for whatever reason, maybe you’re extra possessive in wolf form or maybe you’re scared he’ll reveal your secret), and he has no choice but to take care of you, then he’ll do it. Reluctantly he’ll take care of you, but only because there’s a chance you can bite his hand off and he doesn’t want that. However, when you’re back to normal, he’ll go back to trying to get revenge on you. (He won’t use your wolf form against you, because no one’s going to believe him.) Foes he adore it? Not really, he doesn’t care for you and only bothers you because he has control issues.

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Yan Darling; He thinks it’s a cute bonus, he likes to braid your fur and put you in cute dog clothes. When you transform he won’t let anything make you uncomfortable and will only give you the best. After all, you’re his savior and he wants you to know how much he appreciates everything you do. He’ll have you sleep in his bed and he’ll take you on walks. Of course, he pouts when you turn back to normal, mostly because he doesn’t get to dote on you anymore (human you doesn’t like any extra attention). Does he adore it? Absolutely, he loves it and if he had his way, he’d keep you like that for a longer amount of time!

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As for a Yan made specifically for a werewolf reader, well it would have to be a Yan that’s into a werewolf reader. It’d have to be a Yan that’s into the supernatural and would absolutely utterly adore having a werewolf lover. Especially if you spent all your transformation with him and every other wolf related moment with him. A Yan that’s into the supernatural would probably go out of their way to please a werewolf reader. The Yan would probably gift you collars, dog toys, Gourmet food and everything a little (large) wolf dog would enjoy!

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Bonus; What the Yans would call werewolf reader;

Yan Crossdresser; would call you my adorable furry little/giant baby and give you ear scratches

Yan Neko; would snarl and call you a filthy disgusting pathetic little mutt then start a fight with you

Yan Idol; would call you my cute little wolf, but wouldn’t go near you

Yan Baby-sitter; My wonderful/adorable furbaby and would attempt to hug you only for you to growl at him

Yan Cheater; calls you a bad dog when you misbehave and calls you a good dog when you behave

Yan Reader; would never be able to call you anything, but if he could then he’d call you my cute fuzzy friend

Yan Roommate; would call you my big fuzzy baby (even though you aren’t one)

Yan Neighbor; would call you a nuisance dog and lament about the fur your shedding

Yan Emperor; would call you my cute little mutt and my adorable little angel, my strong little furbaby and would just generally call you a good wolf

Yan Duke; would probably call you a good doggo, would also call you my favorite little buddy and my cute cuddly little mutt

1950s Househusband; would also call you a good dog when you behave and a bad dog when you misbehave, but would also call you the cutest wolf in existence

Yan fickle ex-boyfriend; would simply call you a mutt and get mad at you because you tore up his favorite pillow

Yan Darling; would call you his biggest baby and would call you a furbaby, if he’s mad he’ll call you a bad wolf and lecture you about being on your best behavior

Yan Fan of the Supernatural; would call you the cutest wolf ever and would try to domesticate you every time they saw you

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(Yes, the Yans are intent on domesticating you and yes they do have a dog bowl with your name on it.)

(I hope this fit your request and I apologize if it wasn’t very well written.)

(Hope you enjoyed this, it took me like 3-4 hours to write and I’m kind of proud of it.)

(Anthony wasn’t here and Samuel wasn’t here because they aren’t technically yanderes.)

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annonciggy · 1 year

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Flu

SFW - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish

Summary: Your ill, Johnny won’t leave your side, Simon is kinder than usual.

TW: Swearing, The Flu

A/N: You are a British man who grew up in the southeast – Aldershot is in the southeast and you're a medic. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long ass while and I have never played Cod :) I was also ill with the flu recently.

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“He’s a fucking slut.”

“For the love of God johnny what the fuck are you going on about now?” You almost sobbed, “I should’a stayed in fucking Aldershot.” You sniffed

“Ghost’s a fucking slut.” He repeated

“How is he a slut?” You sniffed again.

“I saw tits.”

“How dose that equate to you calling him a slut? And we’ve seen his pecs many times.” You sighed

“They’re fucking massive. I wanna-”

“Johnny, you assaulted his thighs yesterday please stop.” You wailed/ whispered.

“Fuck no. We’re dating him to you have to keep on listenin’ to me.” He replied

“Southern eastern English pain.” You coughed back, Johnny hand you a class of water.

“Tae fuck do you mean by that?”

“Your accent Johnny, and you – I love you – but good god you’re so loud. Shuuu.” You hushed putting the glass of cold water against your head and enjoying the coolness.

“But you love it when I talk.” He whined

“I love it when I’m not ill, love.” You replied a slight chuckle in your voice before patting at the bed beside you. He slipped under the cover next to, his arms wrapping around your waist snuggling into your side.

“’m sorry” He murmured, whatever he’d been so excited about previously had died away.

“’ss fine.” You whispered back putting the glass back on the bedside table, a hand snaking its way into Johnny’s mohawk.

It didn’t take long till he heard you snoring. Johnny’s own hands started to wander tracing the tattoos on your arms saying sweet things in Scottish before, like you, he fell asleep.

It was 2 in the morning when Simon walked into their shared bedroom, glancing at the two men cuddled together on the king-sized bed. He started to strip when he heard a certain Scott murmur

“My love, look at ‘em tits.”

“I was asleep Johnny, I was asleep.” You coughed turning to look at Simon. Pulling his mask of last that left him in his boxer briefs, he sat next to you on the bed before kissing your forehead.

“Mornin’ love.” He greeted, his hand gently gliding over your jawline while you gave him a weak smile. The sweet and quite moment was ruined by the Scott whining loudly.

“Morning to you too, Johnny.” Simon said looking at Johnny, who was pulling a puppy dog face, before caving and kissing his forehead.

“Come to bed.” You whispered with Johnny nodding in agreement.

“Saucie.” He replied in a low tone.

“You can sleep on the sofa if you say that again.” You said looking at him unimpressed by the comment.

“You let Johnny get away with it.” Simon said getting in under the cover next to you.

“Johnny is Johnny and you Si – are not – you’re also my favourite pretty boy.” You murmured resting you head next to his.

“’Scuse me!” Johnny almost yelled sitting up in bed and staring at you.

“I said what I said. ‘Nd go to bed.” You replied, using one of your arms to pull the man closer. He stared a little longer before lying back down and cuddling back into your side. Simon enjoyed the gentle reassurance of your touch while Johnny gazed up at your face, you were visibly sick, and he didn’t like it.

Johnny liked it when you’d you spar with him after breakfast, help count reps, keeping him company on long runs, the weird or downright hilarious comments you’d make over the comms on a mission. Your mixture of posh English or the Queen’s English as you’d so often correct him on, and downtown Londoner accent was a good 50% of the reason whatever you’d said was funny. But when you were sick the accent and the funny words were dropped and replaced by a tired groaning, one that couldn’t decide whether the water you were drinking was helping or just painfully highlighting the pain in the back of your throat. On the other hand, Simon saw little change aside from his empty office whenever he was doing paperwork and maybe he missed the tea you’d bring for him whenever you’d deemed, he’d gone too long without or when you just sat in his office doing your own paperwork since the others were too loud.

“I love you both.” You said breaking the silence before you had a coughing fit. Johnny practically jumped up grabbing the glass of water and handing it to you. By habit you sat up carefully drinking the water and resting your head on the wall.

“You’re both gonna get sick ya know that right.”

“Who cares, more time with you.” Johnny piped up, taking advantage of the situation and putting his head on your thigh.

“Why dont’cha lie down, love?” Simon said looking up at you.

“’S cool.”

“What the wall?”

“Mmm.” You hummed back, Simon sat up resting his head on the wall and then hummed in agreement.

Simon rested a hand on your other thigh before turning his head and kissing your cheek.

“All loving in the early morning?” You asked, eyes closed and resting your head back on his shoulder.

“So, it ain’t a dream.” He huffed back while Johnny got more comfortable on your thigh.

“Mmm Lover boy. We’ll all grow old together and raise copious amounts of dogs while living in the middle of nowhere up north.” You could feel Simon nod as some of his stubble rubbed against you.

“Just a couple more decades till retirement then.” You smiled, almost deliriously before falling back asleep.

‘Would ya believe it?! When I tell ‘em their gonna get sick they are shocked when the next day they get sick!! XD’ It was the message you sent in the group chat ‘Big ol’ Naturals’ that Gaz had showed to Price that explained why 2 of his men were missing. He also had the unfortunate pleasure of reading what Roach sent next

‘Swear you need to exchange bodily fluids for that so- what we’re you three doing?’ followed by your

‘And that is the reason why I’m the medic and you’re not.’ Also followed by ‘Jesus’ also from you, you lot were actively giving him grey hairs.

‘Where is Soap he hasn’t made a comment yet.’

‘He’s yet to discover it but I am sitting on his phone ;)’

“Take your phone back Gaz.” Price said pushing the phone back to Gaz whose eyes widened when he looked at the message Roach had sent before laughing at the rest of the comments.

‘Also, what I have is the Flu – its spreads though tiny droplets in the air that spread when I sneeze, cough or talk.’ And then ‘Amazing doctor explanations from the medic’ Gaz decided to join in on the conversation

‘What about Soap’s phone situation?’

‘He is slowly but surely getting closer to my ass’

‘Lol’ - Roach

‘You guys had food yet?’ - Gaz

‘Nope’ - You

‘Bring us food!!!!’ – Soap

‘Please’

‘Wait you guys knew my phone was under his ass?!’

‘And didn’t tell me scandalous!!!!’

‘He’s cursing in Scottish’ – You

‘Sound about right. We’ll bring some food shortly and a barrel of water :)’ – Gaz

‘Si's going to cry could you also bring a kettle, mug and tea bags, plz’

‘You’re telling me Ghost cries?’ – Roach

‘I think the lack of sleep is getting to him’ - You

‘It’s actually the lack of tea 🍵’ – Soap

‘Si’s listing off all the names for the dogs we’re getting in the future so if you could be quick, it would be deeply appreciated from both my recovery and headache.’

‘On it Medic boss man 😎’ – Gaz

‘Get well soon. I’ve just seen the amount of paperwork I have to do and it’s not looking pretty.’ – Roach

#call of duty 2022 #john soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #x male reader #ghost cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #john mactavish x reader #cod x male reader #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #AnnonCiggy own work

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em1e · 1 year

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in life & death | shin's death

⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ this is no longer haha funny. angst, character death, sorry!! ♡ series m.list

“hey it's (y/n), leave a message.”

“hey, (y/n) . . . um, listen, i gotta talk to ya about something. give me a call back when you can. thanks, bye.”

wakasa chews at his lip as he shakes his head at benkei, unable to get through to you on your mobile.

“they’re prob’ly at work. not sure how they’ll take it.”

it was almost relieving, you not answering, in some way. gave them time to think about how to break the news to you, time to plan and let you down easy - even though there was nothing easy about what they had to tell.

his lip is bleeding, he realizes when a metallic taste flows freely into his mouth. familiar and unwelcome.

“maybe i should go alone.” wakasa suggests, “don’t wanna overwhelm ‘em with too many people or anythi-”

his phone ringing cuts him off, words dying on his lips as he glances at the caller id.

(y/n) (l/n)

he sucks in a breath and turns away from his friend, clicking the answer button.

“hello?”

“hey waka, what’s up? you called me?”

“yeah. hey, um, are you busy? there’s somethin’ i gotta tell you but it’s gotta be in person.”

there’s shuffling on your end, the sound of something falling followed by your cursing. “yeah, yeah. i’m at work but i leave in like fifteen. do you wanna meet me here? shin was supposed to pick me up but he hasn’t answered my calls.” you mumble something about him maybe being mad at you, but you don’t know what for.

wakasa clears his throat, lip finding itself between his teeth again, “yeah, no, for sure. i can get you.”

“have you talked to shin? he probably tells you more than he tells me - what? i’m leaving soon, i can’t take another table. you only have one anyways, what’s the problem?” there’s more shuffling on your end, then you sigh, “sorry waka, i have to go. see you in a bit?”

“yeah, i’ll see you.”

you hang up. wakasa has to take a breath to steady himself, benkei’s hand finding itself on his shoulder doing less to comfort him and more to make him feel closed in. still, he knows it comes from a good place, and he doesn’t have it in him to push it off until he has to leave to pick you up in a timely manner.

you’re taking the bill from a table when he comes in, offering a small wave as he sets himself at the bar of the diner, going to the register and doing whatever it is you need to to get their change back to them with practiced ease. when you come back to him, untying your apron and folding it neatly as you write down your hours and do whatever other leaving-things you need to, you hum.

“you want anything before we go? i can make you something real quick or get you a drink?”

“nah, ‘m fine.” he waves off easily, but you must see how tired he is, because you frown and go into the back anyways and return with two cups of coffee. he makes a noise of disagreement, low in the back of his throat, but he takes the paper cup as you offer it anyways.

as you leave the diner, make your way to his bike, he stops in his tracks.

“shin’s passed away, (y/n).”

you were in the middle of trying to shove your apron into your bag, not wanting to lose it again to the wind while riding the bike, when you pause to stare at him.

“what?”

“he was killed last night,” he clarifies further, taking a step forward when your hands start to shake and your lip quivers, cup falling from your fingertips.

“that’s not funny, wakasa,” you whisper, shoving at his shoulder when he’s close enough in your reach, “take me to his shop, i want to talk to him.”

“he’s not there, (y/n). not there, not at their house, not in his room-,” his voice breaks off as he looks away, lip finding itself abused between his teeth again. “he’s gone.”

“he’s not.” you’re whispering still, shoving at his shoulders another time because this is just some cruel joke he’s made you victim of, something unfunny and mean and not at all like how wakasa would really treat you because you’re friends, but it’s the only explanation. because what he’s telling you just can’t be true, “i talked to him yesterday, he’s not.”

he grabs your wrists so you stop pushing him, leveling his face evenly with your own, and for once wakasa hate’s how straightforward he is. hates how there was no way to slowly break this to you. hates how shinichiro isn’t here to comfort you because he’s the reason you’re crying.

“he’s gone. i can take you wherever you want to look for him, but it won't matter because he’s dead, (y/n), you have to understand that.” wakasa’s voice almost sounds like he’s begging you to believe him.

the first tear that falls down your cheeks is timed perfectly with your knees buckling, and wakasa is there to catch you. to keep you upright in his embrace while he whispers apology after apology as if he’s at fault for this.

he stays holding you like that for what feels like hours. until your sobs breakdown to something less, until you're able to stand on your own shaky legs and wipe at your face, offering your own small apology for getting his shirt soaked.

“can we go to theirs?” your voice is small as you ask, hoarse from crying, “i want to check on emma and mikey and their grandpa.”

“of course.” he doesn’t recognize his own voice as he speaks, much softer to his own surprise, “i can take you home after.”

you only nod, climbing onto his bike and scooting back so he has space to sit in front of you.

and as he drives you to the sano's residence, there is no comfort in the way one of his hands gently pats your own wrapped at his stomach.

#salmon rowe #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #sano x reader #shinichiro sano #sano shinichiro #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader

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rhodesrider · 1 year

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Getting Along

Y/N x Bloodline & Nicole (OC) x Judgement Day

Warnings: Fluff here and there, affirmation names, affirmation praise, poly relationships, sights of stimming and regression

Words: I stopped count I’m sorry-

“I HAVE TO WHAT?!” Y/N yelled in the lounge giving evil eyes at Paul as he explained the issue going on tonight. “P-please miss it’s only for the time being, our tribal chief-“ “Yea I have a few words for my tribal chief.” She said in a mocking tone and grabbed her phone FaceTiming Roman immediately. Paul wipes the sweat off his head and the twins just sat there annoyed along with solo who rubbed his temples.

Roman answered knowing it was Y/N. “My decision is final princess. Just be on the playing field for now.” “But daddy I don’t wanna work with the has been goths…” she pouted and shed a tear seeing if that could work. “And Nicole is weird!” She added in. “Baby, we have an issue we need to solve. Be nice and play along, if not I’ll have a word with you about your manners again.” He said in a strict tone. She groaned and looked at the camera nodding. “Good girl. Play nice and let’s just just finish this little issue.” He gave her a small air kiss and hung up. As soon as she was outta Roman’s sight she screamed in anger. She walked back in the lounge room heated but knowing she was gonna have to just deal with it.

They were walking up to the stage, and Y/N was given instructions to stay in the back with Nicole. Nicole was being coddled by Rhea fixing her hair some as she was playing on her Nintendo switch. As Y/N watched, Nicole didn’t look up from her screen, she received a kiss from everyone in the group, but she hugged Dominik. “Your charger is in the bag munchkin!” Rhea called out and waited by the ramp entrance with the others. Y/N was on the other side trying to avoid talking to her. They both have the same roles, but Y/N sees her as a lap dog. Nicole doesn’t wrestle or isn’t in any events, unlike Y/N who won titles and opportunities. Y/N is more than what Nicole is, that’s why she knows they won’t get along. The bloodline walked up and Y/N kissed all three men and gave a mocking middle finger to Paul. “Baby.” Jey shot a look. “I’m sorry I’m sorry.” She smirked. As they went to the ring, Y/N directed her attention to the tv. Nicole was still on her switch, chewing on a Oreo teething necklace. “…Can you chew quieter please?” Y/N said a bit annoyed at the squeaks from the biting toy. Nicole looked up and nodded, she just stopped chewing all together and just played her game in silence.

Nicole looked up at Y/N, a bit shy but she doesn’t really have many friends but JD. And they really don’t count she’s their girlfriend. She was in Y/N’s shoes, in a poly relationship with four people that just want her. There’s times were it gets overwhelming but it has its perks a lot. “So…um…you do anything fun around here?” Nicole asked low, Y/N looked at her and just looked back at the screen. “Ok…um do you like video games?” Y/N said nothing. Nicole’s was about to give up hope until she heard a small yes. “…I have a switch lite…” Y/N really didn’t wanna talk to her but when it’s video gaming she’s a sucker for it. She plays online with Roman and the guys all the time. “…And a Ps5…” She smirked looking at her. “I just have my Switch, I like Nintendo games.” Y/N sighed going over and sitting by Nicole and keeping distance. But soon talking about Pokémon and Animal Crossing. Y/N learned a lot about Nicole, games and music, learning they have some social issues. “So when it gets too loud, you cover your ears with your headphones?” She nodded and put them over her head. “They muffle a lot of noise, Finny got em for me.” She blushed talking about on for her boyfriends. Y/N was hesitant but showed her anxiety ring. Telling her Jimmy got it for her to help her chill on her skin scratching.

After the promo and match, the guys came back tired. “Munchkin!” Rhea called. Nicole looked back telling them she’s on the way seeing them head to their lounge. “Since we might see each other more, here!” Nicole reached in her bag and gave Y/N a indi game she recommended. Y/N smiled and took the offer trading her a game as well. Her Pokémon game. “Since you skipped Arceus.” She smirked. Nicole smiled and hugged her which made JD gasp a little. Hearing a slight faint Dominik “She never hugs anyone else…” that was in shock. Y/N waved bye to her new friend and Nicole waved back getting hoisted by Damien and getting a piggy back ride giggling. The twins watched the whole scene and was so happy for Y/N making a new friend. “Hey so you made friends with the lap dog-“ Jey teased but soon felt a sharp punch to his arm. “She’s not a lap dog! Don’t call her that!” She growled and Jey apologized quick. “I’m just happy you getting more friends then just us.” Jimmy smirked hugging her. Y/N looked down at the Indi game “Cult of the Lamb” and smiled. “Yea…I’m happy too.”

Rhea and the crew were getting their stuff in the van to head to the hotel room. “Munchkin, I’m guessing you made a new friend?” Rhea didn’t hear anything but heard pokemon sounds coming from in the van. “I’m gonna take that as a yes mami.” Dominik smirked and got in the back too, watching her play. Rhea smiled warmly happy she was being more verbal now, but there’s still more work to be done. She’s just glad there’s progress.

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe rhea ripley #jey uso #jimmy uso #wwe judgement day #the bloodline

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babyyweebbitch · 1 year

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Can i request Vi (Arcane) x overworked female reader?

I go to two schools (one is a music school)

Both schools give a huge amount of homework, the piano teacher is very demanding, I have a piano exam soon (which I don't know if I'll take because I can't remember so many given musical notes) and I also have my high school. I think I'll drop out of one of the schools for my own sanity.

I’m a crying, stressed out and simply tired mess and i feel like i’m losing control. The worst feeling ever🥲

Hug me please 😫

omg baby i’m so sorry! :( that’s a shit ton of stress and honestly i feel u with the stress! im currently very stressed out too and i hope things get better for u :) HERES A HUG

content warning : female reader , crying , stress

you were a collage student, currently in your second year of collage plus you also had a good paying job you worked at after school. the schedule was you go to school and mid day you left to go to work. that’s how it’s been since you got this job three years ago. recently there was an exam happening and you had to study during your breaks at work.

you recently got a new boss who has been an absolute asshole to you and a few other people and they’ve been working you like a dog. they changed your hours so you had to go home later leaving you barely any time to study and sleep. now your schedule was all fucked up… Vi noticed and has tried to help you but you always say you got it and that you didn’t need any help. she didn’t buy it honestly

it was getting closer and closer to exams and everything was getting to be too much. during one of your days off from work you studied all morning and part of the afternoon at your desk in yours and Vi’s shared room. she was sitting on the bed with her headphones in scrolling through social media. your phone vibrated and you glanced at it… it was your boss

‘i need you to come in for work today, in about 20 minutes please’ the text read. you don’t know why but reading that made you tear up, you started crying… no, sobbing. you placed your head on your desk and sobbed. vi moved her phone a bit to check on you and saw you sobbing at your desk. she immediately jumped up

“baby?! baby, what’s wrong?!” she asked, going over to you. she rubbed your back and you reached over to hug her, very tightly and just cried into her shoulder. she rubbed you back and she picked you up, carrying you to the bed “cupcake…”

“t…this is too much! vi…. i ca…i cant!” you said through cries. you gripped onto her shirt, she sushed you and held onto you

“i know…. i know — it’s alot…” she said in a soft voice, holding you until you were calmed down. after you calmed down you sat up and looked around “why don’t you take a b—“

“i gotta go to work! fuck!” you said, trying to stand up to get ready but she grabbed your arm. you looked at her and she tilted her head to the side. without saying a word you knew what she was trying to say “Vi i can’t”

“please…. you have too, it’s not good on your body”

“they will fire me…”

“fuck ‘em…. baby, if you take on anymore stress it will cause damage to your body. you’re already getting headaches and i can tell your hands are sore”

“how did you know about the headaches…”

“i saw the three bottles of Tylenol in the garbage when i went to take it out this morning”

you sighed and sat back down on the bed. you looked down

“and taking that much is gonna fuck up your body too”

“what do i tell them…”

“quit… find a new job — i’ll start charging more for my fights until you’re done for the summer”

“but the apartment…”

“we both have enough money to pay for it, plus the fights — i get alot for them. baby we will be fine for a few months” she said “i’ll even text ‘em for you!” she said, going to get your phone and unlocking it. she started typing away at your phone and you realised you’re trusting Vi to text your soon to be ex-boss

“please don’t be mean…”

she paused for a second…. then you heard her erasing the message

“Vi!”

“what?! you’re trusting me to do this for you!” she said in a joking tone. you laughed before snatching the phone from her and typing away. she placed her head on your shoulder to see what you were typing as you did. once you were done you placed your phone down and vi smiled. she stood up and started to get you clean clothes and went to the bathroom. you got up to follow her and see what she was doing — especially with your clothes

“whatcha doing?”

“starting a bath — for you! you deserve it” she said, starting to run a bath for you. she did everything the way you liked it and was surprised she got everything right, she’s only ever watched you do it so she decided to try. she helped you undress and get into the bath. she started helping you get clean and she hummed as she did.

the entire time you didn’t talk but the silence between you two was very calming to the both of you.

this isn’t the best but i hope u like it :)

#arcane #arcane x reader #vi #vi x reader #vi headcanons #vi x female reader #violet #lesbians #lesbian #lgbt

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rekiilysm · 1 year

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Together? Together. Ch1

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・

⇨ 「pairing— mark watney x fem!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— more than a year later, i’m FINALLY writing something for my favorite nerd. p.s. i’m still upset that there’s not a lot of mark watney stuff on here」

⇨ 「warnings— none i think」

⇨ 「word count— 1.9k」

CHAPTER ONE: THE STORM

“All right, team, stay in sight of each other. Let’s make NASA proud today.”

“How’s it looking over there, Watney and L/n?”

“Well, you’ll be happy to hear that in Grid Section 14-28 the particles were predominantly coarse,” Mark explained to the team as him and Y/n crouched down with little clear sample containers in their hands.

“But in 29, they’re much finer and should be ideal for chem analysis,” Y/n added, not looking up from the red sandy ground.

“Wow. Did everybody hear that? Mark and Y/n just discovered dirt. Should we alert the media?” Martinez spoke over the channel sarcastically.

Mark rolled his eyes, “Sorry, what are you doing today Martinez? Making sure the MAV is still upright?” Y/n felt a small smile creep onto her face.

“I’d like you to know that visual inspection of the equipment is imperative to mission success. I also would like to report that the MAV is still upright,” Martinez replied smartly as the two botanists smiled.

“Thank you for your hard work, Martinez,” Y/n said in a joking matter. Mark chuckled as he continued to chip at the rock.

“Watney, L/n, you keep leaving you channel open which leads to Martinez responding, which leads to all of us listening, which leads to me being annoyed,” Commander Lewis spoke.

“Roger that. Martinez, the captain would like you to please shut your smart mouth,” Mark said. Y/n snorted loudly, looking over to her best friend who had a mischievous smirk on his face.

Beck, in the HAB studying samples, shook his head. “We’d prefer to use a different adjective to describe Martinez’s mouth.” Mark and Y/n started laughing with each other, making it hard to focus on their task.

“Did Beck just insult me?” Martinez spoke unbelievably.

Y/n stopped her laughs for a moment, “‘Doctor Beck.’ And yes.” She couldn’t help but send a smart reply right back at the man.

Johanssen, sat at her computer in the HAB alongside Beck, was tired of the four’s bickering. “Happy to turn the radios off from here, Commander. Just say the word.”

Mark stopped from what he was doing and looked back at Lewis, “Wait, Johanssen. Constant communication is the hallmark-“

“Shut ‘em off,” Lewis told Johanssen, interrupting Mark.

“No-“

“Wait!-“

Mark and Y/n tried to get them to stop, but they were interrupted by a small ringing noise, indicating that the radios were turned off. “I apologize for my countrymen, Vogel.” Lewis said as she walked past the two plant nerds.

“Accepted,” Vogel replied.

With a sigh, Y/n looked up at her Commander. “How many samples do we need, Commander?”

“Seven, 100 grams each,” she told the two, who nodded before getting back to work. Lewis walked a little bit away from them before crouching down to collect her own samples.

“Commander, you should come inside. You’re gonna want to see this,” Johanssen said over the radio, her voice slightly panicked.

“What is it?” She asked, continuing her task.

“A storm warning,” Johanssen said, making the astronauts stop their work. Mark and Y/n gave each other a wide-eyed look.

“I saw that in this morning’s briefing. We’ll be inside before it hits,” Commander spoke.

Johanssen continued, “Yeah, they upgraded their estimate. The storm’s gonna be a lot worse.” This caused Lewis to stand up and look around. The wind started to blow stronger, stirring up the sandy ground.

“Martinez, how does it look?” Lewis asked the man at the MAV.

“Not good,” he replied as he stared at the large dusty cloud, the sound of thunder beginning to fill their ears.

———

Not too long after Johanssen’s warning, the four astronauts stood in the HAB staring at a computer. “‘1,200 kilometers in diameter, bearing 24.41 degrees,’” Commander Lewis read off of the screen. Y/n and Mark stood side-by-side still in their suits, their helmets off.

“That’s tracking right towards us,” Beth Johanssen didn’t look away from the computer screen. Y/n’s gloved hand found Mark’s, squeezing it as tightly as she could. Mark gave her a small kiss on her forehead, silently telling her everything would be okay.

“‘Based on current escalation, estimated force of 8,600 newtons,’” Lewis continued to read off.

“What’s the abort force?” Mark asked.

“7,500,” Beck answered.

“Anything more than that and the MAV could tip,” Martinez said over the radio.

“Do we scrub?” Vogel asked the Commander.

She nodded, “Begin abort procedure.” Mark and Y/n look at the screens in disappointment.

“We are estimating with a margin of error. We could wait it out,” Y/n spoke up. Lewis looked over to the her and then the screen again with a sigh.

Mark nodded along with his best friend’s words, “Let’s wait it out.” Everyone looked over to him. “Let’s wait it out,” he repeated.

“Commander?” Beth asked the pondering woman standing over her.

“Prep emergency departure,” she said before walking off quickly.

“Commander,” the two botanists spoke in unison.

“We’re scrubbed. That’s an order,” Lewis told them both. Their shoulders slumped at the order. They didn’t want to go home yet! They still had much more to discover and experiment on! “Martinez, how long before take-off?”

“12 minutes,” the said man replied. The six astronauts in the HAB quickly got their gear back on—well, Mark and Y/n didn’t have to because they didn’t take theirs off, expecting to go back out to get more samples.

Once they got their suits back on, they rushed to exit the building. “Visibility is almost zero. Anyone gets lost, hone in on my suit’s telemetry. You ready?” Commander Lewis said, tapping on the screen by the locked door so they could open it.

“Ready!” Mark exclaimed from the back, Y/n right in front of him—which he insisted on. Then Lewis opened the door, black dust immediately filling the room as well as strong winds. The wind pushed them all back slightly.

“Commander, are you okay?!”

“I’m okay!” She replied back as they all began to fight the winds. Because Mark was the last one, he closed the door behind him before following the lights on his team’s helmets.

“Commander, we’re at 10 degrees, and the MAV is gonna rip at 12.3,” Martinez spoke with a panicked and quick voice.

“Hey! We might be able to keep the MAV from tipping,” Y/n yelled through the wind as she continued to walk.

“How?” Commander Lewis asked.

Mark seemed to catch her idea, so he spoke up for her, “Use the cables from the comms mast as guy-lines, anchor it with the Rover’s!” He exclaimed as something—Y/n couldn’t tell what—flew in their direction.

“Watch out!” Lewis exclaimed, but it was too late. The disk flew into Mark, taking him along with it as it flew through the winds.

“MARK!!” Y/n exclaimed as she stopped. The woman felt her heart drop down to the ground at the emptiness behind her.

“Watney!” Lewis yelled as well. “What happened?”

“He was hit!” Y/n exclaimed through the knot that was forming in her throat.

“Watney, report,” Beth panicked.

“No, no, no, no..” Y/n muttered to herself as she stopped walking completely.

“Before we lost telemetry, his decompression alarm went off,” Beck said.

“Where did you last see him?” Commander asked quickly.

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know where he is!” She was panicking. Like on-the-brink-of-a-panic-attack panicking. Her best friend, her family, the only one she’s truly ever loved more than anyone in the world, gone.

“What are the vitals on his suit?”

“He’s offline,” Y/n looked down at the screen on the arm of her suit.

“A complete loss of signal on Watney.”

“Beck!” Vogel exclaimed, which the said man replied with a quick ‘yeah’. “How long can he survive decompression?”

“Less than a minute,” he responded. Y/n didn’t know what to do or say, she was still in shock of the whole thing.

Commander Lewis walked over to the rest of the team, “Line up, walk west.” And then they began walking. Y/n was determined to find her best friend, even if that meant she would be left all alone on the red planet. “He may be prone. We don’t wanna step over him.” Commander said as they used their lights to try and find Mark.

“Commander. We’re at 10.5 degrees. Tilting to 11 with a lll the gusts of wind,” Martinez warned the woman.

With a sigh of panic, Lewis stopped and turned back at her team. “Everyone, hone in on Martinez’s suit. It’ll get your to airlock. Get in, prep for launch.”

“What about you, Commander?” Vogel asked unsurely.

“I’m gonna search a little longer. Get moving!” She said, but everyone but Y/n hesitated. “Go!” The other started to move towards the MAV, but Lewis noticed a presence behind her. “L/n, go!”

“I’m not leaving without Mark! I couldn’t live with myself if I left him here,” she told her Commander.

With a sigh, Lewis nodded her head. Another set of eyes would be better to finding Mark. “Fine.” And so they started looking. Y/n tried to go the direction she last saw Mark, but she wasn’t finding anything. “Watney, report!”

“Mark!” The two yelled and searched around to see if the man would respond back, but nothing.

“The MAV’s at 11.6 degrees. One good gust and we’re tipping,” Martinez warned the two.

“If it tips, you launch,” Lewis told him, determined to find her lost crew mate.

“You really think I’m gonna leave you behind?” He asked his Commander.

“That’s an order, Martinez,” she commanded.

Y/n nodded, “Leave us if you have to.” She told him before continuing her search to find her best friend. “Mark! Can you hear me? Mark I swear if you don’t respond-“ She said but was cutoff by the sound of a large object headed her way.

“Martinez, what about the proximity radar? Could that detect Watney’s suit?” Lewis asked the man.

“It’s made to see the Hermes from orbit, not a little piece of metal from a single suit,” he told her, but Y/n wasn’t listening. She didn’t know what direction the large object was coming from, so she hoped that it would miss her.

“Give it a try,” she said.

“Roger.” He replied. A few seconds later he spoke up, “We’ve got negative contact on the proximity radar.”

“Nothing?!” Y/n exclaimed in sadness.

“No. I can barely see the HAB,” Martinez gave them the bad news.

“Commander, Y/n, I know you don’t wanna hear this, but Mark is dead,” Beck’s voice came through the radio. Those three words struck Y/n hard.

Mark is dead.

A sob escaped Y/n’s lips as she continued her search, but the large object was getting louder it seemed.

“Commander, Y/n, you need to get back to the ship, now!”

“13 degrees. If we pass balance, we’ll never rock back!” Vogel said, making Lewis stop.

“I’ve got one more trick left, and then I’m following orders, Commander,” Martinez spoke, but Y/n was partially listening. The object was getting closer, she could feel it.

“Commander! Y/n!” Beth exclaimed.

“On my way,” Lewis said as she started to make her way to the MAV. But what she didn’t notice was that she was walking back alone. “Y/n?” She asked the stopped girl.

“I can’t leave him,” she told her Commander.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but he’s gone. We have to leave. Now!” Lewis ordered her, but before she could say anything, the large object slammed right into Y/n, causing her to scream loudly. It felt like a solar panel? Y/n couldn’t tell as it pushed and dragged her away from her commander, away from the MAV. Away from her chance of getting home alive. It pushed onto her helmet hard, so hard that it knocked her head against it.

“Y/N!!” Was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.

#mark watney x reader #mark watney #the martian #mark #watney #the martian x reader #xreader #mark watney the martian #chris beck #beth johanssen #martinez #commander lewis #space #mars #the martian movie #matt damon #matt damon the martian

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seasinkarnadine · 1 year

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Thanks @luckyfirerabbit!

“Alright c’mon baby, bring papa the big money, big money–” Chetney tosses his dice. “YE-ES! Take that you little shit!” He thrusts a gnarled finger at the poor dealer.

“Be nice, now,” Orym scolds gently.

“Oh, this one’s hot! Hey, is this table free?” A young elven man squeezes in at Imogen’s side as Chetney scoops up his winnings.

“I was here first!” A woman nearly knocks into Imogen trying to secure her own seat.

“Watch it!” Someone else snaps, even as their elbow nudges against Imogen’s. The contact sends static slithering up her forearm.

“Fuck off,” she snarls. “There’s other tables.”

“Lady all the other tables are full, and you’ve been here for an hour.” What? No–oh. So they are. So they have been. The crowd’s really picked up at the Lakecap Skyport since she last looked up. That’s–that’s a lot of people.

“You okay?” Orym’s voice is gentle but it still manages to cut through the hum of the crowd.

“Mmhmm.” She nods with what she hopes is conviction. Her chest is tight. She inhales deeply tin an attempt to loosen it up some. Maybe it’s the alcohol. She’s had two more of those “lavender martini” things that Ashton brought. Her head’s certainly buzzing. She raises a hand to press against her temple. Orym’s saying something.

“Yes, feel free. We’re heading up.”

“What? No! There was– oh. Oh! Okay. Yes, ah, um, keep the table warm for us, we’ll be back in the morning!” Chetney adjusts his vest with an air of self importance.

“Wait, what? No.” They think they’re being subtle, do they? “I’m fine! Let’s go play that card game–what was it? Stork of the Storm?” She slides off of her seat and bumps into a half-orc whose drink nearly sloshes out of his hand.

“Hey!”

“S-sorry,” she stammers. It feels like her whole side is staticky from the contact. A burst of nausea rolls over her. She clamps it down and grits her teeth. The Stuck of the–Stork— Storm game. With the cards. It’s over in the corner. Gods where even IS the corner? There!

‘Fewer people, see?’ She points it out to Orym and Chetney. ‘See? I’ll be fine.’

‘It’s getting kind of late. I’m ready to go to bed. I think the others are wrapping up.’

‘I’ll just tell em to meet us at that table, it’s fine,’ Imogen replies. She won’t let them stop having fun on her account. Not even if her head is screaming with each word sent. There’s all kinds of voices pressing in on her. Needles, needles, ice picks, knives. One foot in front of the other, Temult.

“‘Scuse me,” she murmurs as she pushes past a dark haired man.

“You’re excused!” If her head were in better condition she might psychic lance his rude ass. No, no–no harming civilians, Imogen. She’s still heading for the corner table. Right? The world’s going a little blurry around the edges. The world tilts.

Someone’s yelling. What? My drink all over–arrested for being drunk and disorderly–Skycap shouldn’t let so many people–Please dice please dice please dice— That woman is absolutely wasted–If I roll once more I’m sure it’ll turn out– Should I call security –PERFECT ROLL!--Kind of behavior— intolerable—

Stop, stop, stop. Quiet. Can you not yell? I can hear you just fine, you don’t have to–

‘Imogen.’ The thrum of a cello slides right through the clamor. She knows that voice. She’d know that voice anywhere.

‘Laud?’ She swallows. ‘Where are you?’ There’s a dozen faces in the crowd all directed at her but they won’t stay still. It feels like someone’s stabbing her eyes.

‘Can you open your eyes?’

‘Light’s too bright.’

‘Okay. Can you feel me?’ There’s a pressure against her palm. Something cold, even through the leather. The string quartet of Laudna’s mind swells and the nails-on-chalkboard of the crowd fades.

‘Yeah. Yeah.’ She squeezes. The leather squeaks. ‘Chetney wanted to…we were gonna play cards.’ It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

‘Tomorrow, hmm? We’re all a bit tired. Let me take you to bed.’

‘You gotta–’ she hiccups. ‘You gotta buy a lady dinner, first.’ She feels Laudna’s mirth through their connection more than anything else. Imogen thinks maybe she laughs, too.

‘How about breakfast?’

‘Yeah. Breakfast sounds nice.’ She keeps her eyes shut, trusting Laudna to guide her through the crowd. They can always play cards tomorrow.

#imodna #cr3 #critical role #prompt fill #original content #my writing #short fic #imogen temult #laudna #luckyfirerabbit #no editing we die like men

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caker-baker · 2 years

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Teacups

It took the old sidekick showing up at their door for the hero to finally open it wide enough, wide enough to invite another person into their secluded home, wide enough to pour tea, wide enough to sit down, and wide enough to talk.

Only after the wide enoughs and the formalities did the sidekick begin to beg.

“Please.” A simple word which held so much weight. “Please, Hero. We need you…I need you.”

“Don’t do this.” The hero responded simply. “I’m happy for this to be a social visit, but anything past that, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“So you’re giving up?”

The hero’s teacup slammed down, tea sloshing over the sides in reckless waves.

“I’m not going to entertain these agency fed questions. What list did they give you?”

The sidekick felt the paper crumple in their pocket when they shifted on the couch, halfway wondering how the hero knew, halfway wondering if they needed to go off script.

“They’re rampaging, Villain, I mean. No one can match them these days, we’re exhausting our resources.”

The hero listened to their former friend ramble while they stood, picking up the tea tray.

“We need you back. They need you back. There was always something there, right? If anyone can stop them–” They had followed the hero into the kitchen. “If anyone can stop them, it’s you.”

“You know where the door is.” The hero said after a moment of silence, beginning to rinse cold tea from unused cups. “I suggest you make use of that knowledge.”

“You aren’t listening.” The sidekick placed a hand on the hero’s shoulder. “If you could just–Mmph!”

They found themselves pinned to the wall, the hero’s hand over their mouth.

“I’ve listened. I’ve listened for the past year. These complaints and this whining. I’m tired, my contract is up. The villain can do what they want, I’m done.”

When the sidekick left, teary eyed and a cold feeling in their stomach, the villain came downstairs.

“You mean that? I can do what I want?”

“Within reason, darling. I already gave you too much space.”

The villain nudged the hero, taking their position at the sink.

“Let me.” They said, beginning to wash the tea set that the hero hadn’t finished. “I don’t like when they keep pestering you, considering how much you went through.”

The hero snorted. “Yeah, that was the fourth attempt? Fifth?”

“Seventh.” The villain corrected with a harsh sense of finality. “Seventh and the last, I’ll ensure it.”

“Hey, come on, don’t be like that. I know it’s rough, but it’s not forever. They sent my sidekick, so that’s probably the end of it.”

“God,” They sighed. “You really are too forgiving. I would end the agency if you asked. How many years were you there? A child, Hero, you were a child!”

“And the last one that they took. They don’t do it anymore.”

The villain only huffed, scrubbing and scrubbing until the cup shattered. “Sorry.” They muttered.

“Don’t be. I broke fourteen last month.”

“This is my tenth. I’m catching up to you.”

The hero laughed, a sound the villain loved so dearly, a sound that went missing when some agency idiot showed up.

“The bank on ninth has been skimming money off the top. It’d be good stress relief, only if you’re alright with it.”

The hero kissed the villain.

“Take ‘em down. And when you get back, we can install an electric gate around the front garden.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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markosbabymama · 9 months

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yipppeee!!! :) in that case can i pls get a ck matchup?

i’m 5’3” (160 cm) , i have stone blue eyes but they change to green or grey depending on the day. my hair is wavy and shoulder length and it’s the color of cinnamon. i have dark freckles under my right eye but not my left. im on the lighter-tannish side and i have a sharp button nose.

i’m an aquarius rising and sun , and i’m a pisces moon. i’m an introverted extrovert and an entp. i have anxiety and adhd. i tend to hyperfixate on things very easily. i love film, and writing, and reading. horror is my favorite genre of book and movie. my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. my aesthetic per-say is modern downtown girl meets 70s downtown girl.

i love music si much it’s a big part of my life. i’m learning to speak spanish and i tend to talk a lot if you couldn’t already tell. rambling is a big habit of mine.

i’m so sorry ml for writing like 3 full paragraphs 😭😭 mwah mwah tysm <3333

u are literally the cutest ever?!🩷🥹

you are made for miguel sorry i don’t make the rules

UGH HEIGHT DIFFERENCE !!

he loves to lean down and kiss u literally his favorite thing ever.

he’ll randomly give u piggy back rides or pick u up bridal style and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever

loves loves LOVES UR EYES!!!!

literally kisses ur eyelids bc he loves your eyes sm

*looks down at u while ur cuddling him* “when we get married and have kids they better have your eyes, or else i don’t want em.” *slaps his chest* “miguel!”

takes random pics of ur eyes while they’re in light

loves to run his hands threw ur hair. it’s therapeutic for him.

definitely tried to braid it and fails miserably but it’s the thought that counts.

randomly buys u claw clips and hair ties🥹

has a hair tie on his wrists at all times just in case.

once tired to kiss all the freckles on ur face to see if he could do it LOL

obvi he couldn’t but it’s okay cus he loves to kith u lol.

always admired ur freckles. thinks it’s the prettiest thing on the planet.

NOSE KISSES ARE A DAILY THING.

kisses ur nose as many times as human can.

loves to pinch ur nose as well lolz

he loves ur nose sm

he’s honestly always by you’re side since he knows it takes time for u to warm up to ppl

especially at party’s.

he will never leave ur side EVER.

only time he does is to get u a drink. but even then he’s like “u sure ur okay by urself? promsie??”

and let’s say u have an anxiety attack/ ur overwhelmed by something

MY GOD HES WAISTING NO TIME

he will run to your side so fast to make sure you’re okay.

will do breathing exercises with you, rub your back, give you water, talk u threw it, he will literally not move from ur side unless you say to.

loves how u get so invested in something

like he will literally go out of his way to make sure he knows everything abt ur hyper fixation

no matter wtf it is. it could be abt rocks and this man will search how many there are, JUST to talk to u abt it.

adores reading horror books/ watching horror movies with u.

he’ll wrap his whole body around u with twelve blankets on a couch and just sit there listening to you tell him about facts abt the movie, the cast, where it was filmed, ect.

loves watching u write

will literally just sit next to u and watch

HE ADORES EVERYTHING U DO MAN🥹

loves how passionate u are abt music

makes a special playlist just for u.

is proud when u add a song from his playlist to urs

“U LIKE THIS SONG???” *smiles like a six year old*

i honestly believe miguel is touchy too so he LOVES when u can’t keep ur hands off him

not in a sexual way, in a loving, caring, sweet way🖤

holds onto ur waist all the time

y’all definitely link arms all the time

he’s always touching u and the other way around. y’all can’t keep each others hands off the other.

“you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, mi amor.”

loves ur style and loves going shopping with u.

will hold up a pair of boots and go

“omg this would look so pretty on u mi amor.”

also loves finding lil hats for u to wear.

will blow every last dollar he has to buy u clothes.

*walks in with 5 giant bags* “Y/N, I HAVE A SUPRISE FOR YOUUU!!”

UGH LOVES CUS UR LEARNING SPANISH??!?!?!

literally is ur tutor

“Eres el amor de mi vida.” *looks over to him* “what did u just say, miguel? *smiles from ear to ear.* “nothiiinggg.”

u find out like three days later and kiss the shit out of him. LMAO

leaves lil love notes in spanish in ur locker everyday 🥹

so proud of u when u have your first full convo in spanish.

“YOU DID IT!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU MI AMOR!” *tackles u and kisses ur face.*

so much shit talking happens at school.

miguel: “¿Viste su traje?”

y/n: “Sí, oh Dios mío. ella se parece a mi abuela.”

*both of u dying of laughter*

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE MY GOODNESSSSSS. i really hope u enjoy this cause i had a blast writing it. love ya!!🩷🥹

#cobra kai #miguel diaz x reader #cobra kai imagines #eli moskowitz x reader #miguel diaz #cobra kai x reader #robby keene x reader #tory nichols #miguel diaz oneshot #miguel diaz imagine

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madangel19 · 5 months

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I saw your random sentence starters and Can i request “No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… we are not ready for kids yet!” And “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.” With Rain and Cirrus? I know a weird pair but i like em they seem angsty

Oooo, this is very angsty and with an unexpected pair. I love it >:)

Warnings: Brief mention of abortion and implied spice

Word Count: 1032

Everything had been going so well. It was Cirrus’s turn to sleep over with Rain for the night. Over the past month, they had been getting closer and seeing more and more of each other. Rain was a busy ghoul. The others often wanted their precious time with him, but lately, she was getting more of his attention and she loved the many nights she had spent with him.

Cirrus chirped happily as she laid in Rain’s arms, listening to him ramble on about some nonsense Dewdrop had gotten into earlier that day. She liked listening to him talk. Rain was quiet most of the time, but after spending many nights with him, she realized just how wonderful of a story teller he was. She could listen to him talk for hours and she would never grow tired of listening to him.

Some time passed and Rain had grown quiet. He sighed, smiling as he buried his face in her hair and gave it a sniff, his arms wrapped around her middle. Cirrus smirked as she thought of news ways to tease him in order to rile him up and get him to fuck her again.

Rain’s arms suddenly went rigid around her stomach as he let out an alarmed chirp. His face was immediately out of her hair as he pulled away from her, sitting upright in her bed. Cirrus cocked her head in confusion at the sudden change.

“What’s wrong, Rainy?” She asked.

“Cirrus, you’re…you’re carrying kits,” Rain replied, his eyes wide with panic.

Cirrus’s hands immediately went to her stomach upon hearing his words. Her thoughts went to her many nightly meetings with her fellow packmates during the last month. It was either Rain or her fellow ghoulettes that she last fucked and as far as she was concerned, Rain was the only ghoul with a dick that she let fuck her raw recently.

“Oh my god, Rain,” she murmured, smiling at the thought of carrying kits again. Rain’s panicked expression was concerning.

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… we are not ready for kits yet!” Rain exclaimed, shaking his head while taking several deep breaths.

Cirrus felt a pain in her chest at his words. She wasn’t expecting that response. It pained her hearing that. She had seen him over the moon when he impregnated Dewdrop and even Cumulus, so why was this any different?

“But…we’ve both had kits from different partners, Rainy. What’s different this time?” She questioned. She needed answers.

“It…It’s just too soon. It’s only been a month, Cir. Spending time with you has been wonderful, but…I wasn’t…I…I didn’t…,” Rain trailed off, slicking back his hair and wiping the sweat from his brow.

Cirrus wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the rest of what he wanted to say. She pulled her knees to her chest, emotions fighting each other for dominance as she tried to figure out what to feel. Was he going to tell her to get rid of her litter? There was no way she was going to accept that, but what would he do if she kept them? It was likely he would ignore the kits or maybe even try and hurt them. She wouldn’t allow him to do that. Neither would the rest of the pack. Kits were precious and if anyone so much as harmed them, then the consequences would be severe.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean for it to go this far, Cir. I…I’m sorry,” Rain murmured, reaching out to her with careful claws. Cirrus gave him a warning growl, her instincts quickly taking over. She wasn’t going to give them up no matter what he said or did.

Rain stopped and pulled his hand away, grumbling something under his breath. He slowly scooched over to sit next to her, not daring to lay a hand on her yet.

“What do you want me to do, Rain?” Cirrus asked after a few minutes of sitting in silence with him.

“What do you want to do?” Rain replied.

“I’m keeping them. You don’t have to be involved, but if you hurt them, then you know the consequences,” Cirrus growled, grabbing a nearby pillow and digging her claws into them. Rain’s face was neutral as he watched her grab the pillow. He then nodded, another sigh escaping his lips.

“Okay. Keep them. You’ll have plenty of help from the others,” he said, appearing more calm now despite the fear in his eyes.

Cirrus growled again, not happy with his words. Was he going to do anything to help her? These were his kits as well, but he was right. The rest of the pack would be more than helpful with her. She didn’t need him, but why did that thought pain her? What was she going to do if the kits looked more like him or if they wanted to see him?

Tears began welling up in her ears which she quickly wiped away, but they still kept coming. She needed comfort from anyone besides him. It was very likely that another nearby ghoul would notice something was off and come running to comfort her. As soon as Rain was gone, she was going straight to Cumulus. She would know what to do about this.

“Do you want me to go, Cirrus?” Rain asked, his tail slowly snaking over to her own. The tip of it touched her tail and she hissed, pulling it away.

“Yes, please. We’ll talk later, but…I don’t want to see you right now,” she muttered.

Rain was silent as he got up from the bed. He got dressed quickly and went to the door, pausing to look back at her with a pained expression in his eyes. Cirrus glared back at him, her tail lashing around angrily on the bed. Did she want to talk to him again? She had to. They lived in a small world and avoiding him would be nearly impossible.

“Goodnight, Cirrus. I’ll…see you tomorrow,” he said before leaving her alone.

Once she was sure Rain was long gone, Cirrus let the tears fall freely as she stood and got dressed before rushing out in the direction of Cumulus’s room.

I'm sure things will get better for them after some time :')

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #rain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #rain x cirrus #ghost fanfiction #fanfiction #angst

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jadeee · 1 year

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Vendetta Ch. 10, Part 1: Elephants

Too many elephants in the room and it starts to feel like a circus.

~ Quick A/N: If you haven’t already read chapters 1 - 9 you can find them here!

Warnings: swearing + arguing + mentions of depression

Word Count: 7.7k

The waves were calling him again. The water was cold. Every second he held his breath, the pressure of the ocean doubled its crushing weight. Deeper and deeper, until he reached the black abyss. Until he could no longer see the morning sun break through the water. Until he could no longer breathe. Death … it came suddenly… is that what it was like for you?

Nicky jolted himself free from the black abyss of his own hell. When he glanced at your sleeping form he let out a small breath. He quietly got out of bed and sauntered to the bathroom, looking at a stranger. His fingertips worked around his eyes. They looked tired, not as lively as before but barely holding themselves open. His cheeks were slightly pale like his lips.

“Maddon.”

He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he glanced at his empty spot in the bed. He could feel the slow and steady humdrum of his body despite how his senses awakened. The images of Goleta Pier flashed across his mind. He ran a hand through his hair then strolled out of the room.

~~~~~~

Stella peered up at him as he stood in front of the coffee pot in the kitchen.

“I know. It’s only,” he glanced over at the clock “4 am.”

He poured the dark brown liquid into his cup.

“You wanna know somethin’, Stella?”

He sat at the table with a sigh “That was the third time this week.”

The coffee warmed his tongue as he sipped from the cup.

Stella circled around Nicky’s feet before laying at them.

While the coffee coursed through his body, his mind traveled at a thousand miles a second. Thoughts about his recurring nightmares, the day’s tasks, and the days to come all came crashing at once.

He grunted as he brought his hands to his face. Stella hardly moved a muscle but her eyes followed the noise.

Her head perked up once he rose from the chair and walked back to the kitchen. He opened a drawer then pulled something out of it. She got up and sat at his feet, wagging her tail as she waited to see what treat he held for her. However, she became indifferent after he walked past her.

She followed him to the telephone where he dialed a number then awaited an answer.

A tired voice answered the phone “Hello?”

“Dr. Parsons?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“It’s Nicky Valentino. I-”

He wiped the last of sleep from his eyes, “Sorry I’m calling so late.”

“It’s quite alright. I was just getting ready for bed.”

“I’m surprised you doctors ever sleep.”

“That makes two of us. What can I do for you Mr. Valentino?”

He looked down at his feet “I need to see you.”

“Okay,”

Silence filled the line.

“Are you or your spouse experiencing any pain or new symptoms? Or is this about Christopher?”

“No, no.”

Nicky glanced up at the stairs to make sure you weren’t nearby.

“It’s about me, just me.”

“I see.”

“I’ve been havin’ these dreams. Well, nightmares and normally I wouldn’t give ‘em a second thought but they just keep comin’.”

“Mr. Valentino –”

“Enough with the formalities. Please, call me ‘Nicky’.”

“Nicky, it’s possible that this is a result of stress and anxiety. As you get closer to the court date, it may only get worse if you don’t do something about it.”

He furrowed his brows.

“How are you handling stress now?”

He let out a breath as he pondered the last few weeks.

“I haven’t really had much time between the studio and this Floyd business but I’ve been spending more time with family.”

“And is that in your home surrounded by police protection?”

“Of course. We haven’t gone out much ‘cause of all this.”

“I think that’s the problem.”

He shook his head “I don’t understand, whaddaya sayin’?”

“You’ve confined yourself to the very thing you’re anxious about.”

“Doc, we can’t just stroll down Rodeo Drive.”

“That’s true but you shouldn’t stay within four walls and work twenty-four seven. What did you before all of this happened?”

His brows were pinched, he remained silent.

“Hello? Are you still there?”

“Yeah, sorry. What’d you say?”

“What did you do before this? What was life like?”

He crossed his arms then leaned against the wall while playing memories in his head.

“We got to do whatever we wanted whenever, wherever. The details didn’t matter as long as we had each other.”

“So do that.”

“What?”

“Live. Go dancing, get out of town for a day, something but do not allow uncertainty to consume you.”

“Are you a philosopher or a doctor?”

“Who said we can’t be both? Whatever you decide, keep your schedule open for tomorrow. I’ll stop by at 9 a.m. for a quick check in.”

Nicky ran his hand through his hair, “You got it.”

“One last thing,”

He perked his head up at her voice.

“Did you tell them about your nightmares?”

He bit his tongue, “No and I wanna keep it that way.”

“Very well then. I’ll see you soon.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

The line went dead before Nicky could put the phone down. His eyes glossed over as he turned the phone over in his hand. I wanna keep it that way, he chewed at his lip.

“Sonuvabitch,” he whispered.

He placed the phone back onto the receiver to revive the line. Once he heard the dial tone he placed another call.

“Hello?” Another tired voice answered, “It’s – it’s 4 am!! Who is this?!”

“Hey, Gordon. It’s Nicky.”

“Valentino?! Oh, you better have a good reason to be calling me at 4 a.m.”

“How’s $50,000 sound?”

“...”

“Gordon?”

“I apologize. I had to sneak to my office, I didn’t want to wake the missus.” Gordon answered in a suddenly gleeful tone.

“Anyway, what can I do for you?”

“I wanna throw a party,”

“Excellent!”

“Tonight.”

“I- I’m sorry, did you say tonight? As in … tonight today?!”

“You got it.”

“I don’t think –”

“$75,000. That should be enough to cover it all.”

Radio silence filled the line.

“Mhmm, and what theme did you have in mind?”

“Opulence,” he said confidently.

“Food?”

“I trust your judgement.”

Nicky heard Gordon scribbling notes onto his paper.

“Oh and have everything ready by 8 pm.”

“Got it.”

“Thanks, Gordon.”

“Don’t thank me yet. My work isn’t done ‘til this party is the only thing on everybody’s lips.”

“Buona fortuna.”

Nicky placed the phone back onto the receiver and looked down at Stella.

She covered her face with her paw and whined.

“C’mon, don’t look at me like that. I need you to have my back.”

She raised a brow.

He squatted down to her level, “You trust me?”

She studied him for a moment then sat up and pawed at his hands.

“Attagirl.”

He scratched her ears before rising to his feet.

“Alright, now here comes the hard part.”

He rolled up his sleeves as he sauntered to the kitchen.

~~~~~~

The sweet and savory smell of breakfast wafted into your bedroom. You started dreaming of pancakes topped with fresh fruit until your drool dripped onto your arm.

“Oh, sheesh.” You muttered under your breath still waking up.

You groaned as you looked around trying to spot Nicky or Stella.

“Hmph,” you plopped back onto your bed “where is everybody?”

~~~~~~

You clutched your robe around your waist as you descended the stairs. The smells from your dream became more real with each step. Nicky hummed and whistled his way around the kitchen, while Stella watched his every move. He set a plate onto the table and Stella tip toed behind him.

“Ah, no. I already gave you some!”

She tilted her head to the side and looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Okay, fine.”

He nipped something from the plate and tossed it to her. She caught it effortlessly.

You lightly laughed at the sight.

“If you keep spoiling her like that she’ll eat us out of a house and a home.”

He smiled at the sound of your voice.

“Amore mio,” he approached you still smiling.

He kissed the side of your temple before guiding you to the table.

“Ooh, okay. Someone’s in a mood.”

He pulled out your chair for you.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No, not at all. I just feel like I haven’t seen you this way in a long time.”

You propped your chin in your hands and watched him as he filled your cup with your morning’s fuel. A few strands of hair dangled in front of his hazel eyes. They weren’t as lively as before but the tiny smile he gave you moments ago showed that he was still in there somewhere. Underneath the wrinkled pajamas, disheleved hair, and the sallow skin.

“Well, it’s not for nothin’.”

Your eyes fixated on him as he proceeded.

“Okay,”

Nicky set the pitcher onto the counter. He took a deep breath and held it for a second, all the while staring at the countertops.

He didn’t look up until he felt your hand cover his.

“Dr. Parsons is coming over.”

“Oh, alright.”

“Today. She should be here soon.”

You raised a brow “Soon, like in an hour?”

“Soon, like thiry minutes.” He maintained a straight face but his eyebrow jumped as he gauged your reaction.

You touched the fabric of your robe. Then remembered how you didn’t brush your teeth or get ready for the day in the slightest.

“Seriously?! Why so last minute?”

He rubbed at the nape of his neck and darted his eyes to the wall.

“I think it’s just a check up.”

“Hm,” you studied him as he buzzed about doing everything at once “that makes sense.”

“Is she checking on Chris too?”

He wiped the counter a bit harder as you probed at him “Of course, y’know she’s not lettin’ him outta her sight!”

“Right,” you chuckled half-heartedly.

He proceeded to bustle about; wiping this, straightening that, putting this in the sink.

“Nicky?”

“Yeah?”

He continued his work while he waited for you to speak but he turned around when you didn’t.

He noticed the look on your face and faked a laugh “What is it?”

“C’mere.” You pulled out the chair next to you.

He put the hand towel he’d worked to death onto the counter and slowly walked toward you.

Once he sat down, you handed him your fork.

“I already ate.”

He smiled at you but you simply raised a brow and smirked.

“Nicky,” you stood up and walked to the kitchen cabinet.

“You may be able to fool everyone else but not me.”

You grabbed a fork from the cabinet then sat back down by his side.

“What are you talkin’ about?”

He tapped his fork on the plate.

“For starters, you’re still in your pajamas” you ate a forkful of the breakfast he made for you. Your brows knitted at the combination of sweet and savory but you swatted your hand in the air.

“Anyway, you’re still in last night’s clothes and we have a guest in thirty minutes. I know how you always want to look good.”

He rested his head in his hand and watched you continue your observations.

“Speaking of appearances, your hair is all over the place. It’s not exactly like you, so what’s wrong?”

“Y’know I think the boys in blue could use that brain of yours.”

“That’s a good one, but I’m not letting you get away this time.”

He looked at you for a moment.

“Alright. Just not right now, okay?”

He sipped your drink since he never made his own.

“I wanna be normal for five minutes.”

“We’ve always been normal.” You said jokingly.

He chuckled as the two of you started to eat from your plate.

Stella ran towards the sound of food and waited at your feet.

“Back for more, huh?”

You picked at your plate and tossed her something.

“Hey, what happened to spoiling her too much?” Nicky repeated your protests earlier.

“I said you spoil her too much, not me.”

He rolled his eyes playfully yet watched the two of you in adoration.

~~~~~~

Not much time had passed but you both managed to get ready with ease and waited in the living room. A sudden knock at the door disturbed the silence you sat in. You both exchanged a quick glance then held hands before welcoming Dr. Parsons into your home.

“Good morning, you two.” Although she said it with a smile, it still managed to sound flat.

Stella managed to lighten the mood when she waltzed into the room.

“Oh, I mean three!” Dr. Parsons patted the top of her head.

“Should we sit down in the living room or elsewhere?”

“Here is fine, right?” You briefly looked at your husband who quickly agreed.

The two of you sat on the couch as she got her equipment out.

“So do you two have any plans this weekend?”

“Not really but I was thinking we could go to the park” you turned to Nicky “or maybe the lake?”

“The lake would be nice.”

He straightened out the fold in his trousers.

“Well,” Dr. Parsons looked up at you “whatever you do, I’m sure you’ll enjoy each other’s company.”

She clicked the button on her pen and positioned her hand on the blank sheet.

“I’ll make this quick since I know you’re busy people.”

Although the questions she asked were typical, she watched the two of you with a steady eye.

“On a scale of one to ten how would you rate your overall wellbeing?”

“All things considered,” he let out a sigh as he pondered which number he fell on.

You held onto his hand “I would say about a seven.”

Dr. Parsons nodded her head “All things considered, everything looks good.”

She glanced at him then back at you. “Any questions or concerns for me?” Her hands reached up to readjust her glasses.

“I don’t have anything,” you looked over at Nicky who just shook his head.

“We’re as good as gold, doc.” He smirked at Dr. Parsons.

She put her glasses back on and nodded “Well, that’s it then.”

“Do you want anything before you go?” You clasped your hands together “I forgot to offer you a drink when you came in.”

“That would be great actually. I’m running on three hours of sleep so coffee would be fantastic.”

“One cup of coffee comin’ right up!”

You walked to the kitchen and left them alone.

She leaned back in the chair while he remained in his seat.

“So?”

“I didn’t do it yet.”

“I gathered that much.”

Nicky rubbed at his face.

“A seven?” She raised her brows “How are you really?”

He opened his palm, showing five fingers.

She looked down at her hands.

“I’ve been a doctor for almost fifteen years and I’ve seen a lot of stuff,” she looked at him “y’know my first patient was my mom. I was too young to figure it out then but she would get in these moods and have these moments of darkness. Until one day it was all she was. I couldn’t make her laugh or smile … it’s like she was there but she was somewhere else.”

She lifted her glasses to wipe a fallen tear “I don’t kno– no one knows much about what goes on up there” she gestured to her head “but, you’ve got a good thing here. Even amidst all this chaos.”

He picked at the fabric on the arm of the couch then peered up at her with tired eyes.

“Why do you think I’m so goddamn scared?”

You walked into the room carrying a small tray “I didn’t know how you liked your coffee so I brought sugar and cream.”

You set the tray onto the table and saw their solemn faces. “Is everything okay?”

“Just fine,” Dr. Parsons smiled briefly as she picked up her cup.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

You sat down by Nicky’s side, still surveying the room “Yeah, of course.”

“We were just talkin’ about medical studies.” He glanced over at you.

Dr. Parsons nodded slowly before taking another sip.

“I should get going but I’m glad I got to see you two today.”

As she stood to her feet so did you and Nicky.

“Thanks for making time to come see us.”

“Always.”

She gave the two of you a curt nod before walking to her car.

You shut the door behind you and looked suspiciously at your husband.

“What the hell was that?”

He stared at you for a moment, processing how to explain it all and where to start.

“I-”

The phone rang and cut him off.

You both looked into the kitchen where the noise was coming from but returned your gaze to each other. Waiting, or avoiding, to address the elephant in the room.

“I’ll get it.” He broke the silence, leaving you and the elephant in the living room as he took the call.

You stood motionless, biting your lip with each thought and possibility. A few minutes had passed while you waited for his return, so you sat on the couch. For a moment, you hoped the plush material would swallow you whole.

His steps grew louder as he walked towards the room. Only to sit next to you without saying a word.

The uncomfortable silence started to eat away at the two of you.

“What’s going on?”

He faced you with knitted brows.

You readjusted yourself on the couch to look him in the eye.

“You didn’t wanna talk about it earlier and I get that. I’m not one to pry but I hate seeing you like this.”

Nicky simply bit the inside of his cheek before tearing his eyes away from you so you couldn’t see what he was thinking.

You slid your hand toward his and held onto it. He glanced up at you with somber eyes.

“Please?”

He lightly squeezed your hand “You don’t make it easy, do you?” A stray tear rolled down his cheek despite the nervous chuckle he let out.

“I care about you too much.” You wiped his tear with your thumb and he smiled at your words.

He inhaled deeply through his nose before baring his fears to you.

“I’ve been havin’ these nightmares recently,” he watched your intertwined hands while he spoke.

“They’re different every time but they’re all the same.”

“How so?”

“It’s me instead of you.”

He glanced at you for a moment then cast his eyes at the nearby wall. “I’m the one Floyd kidnapped and tied up and threw off the pier.”

You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. His cheeks singed a slow red as he continued to confess.

“It should’ve been me. I thought this was over. I didn’t mean to drag you into all this.”

Tears fell from his eyes. He spent the last few seconds talking without taking a single breath.

“I shoulda seen it comin’. This is all my fault, the whole thing -”

“Hey!” You held his face up to yours “This isn’t on you.”

He stared blankly at you.

“Alright?” You nodded your head and waited for him to say something.

“None of this is your fault,” you noticed how he was actually looking into your eyes now “and you didn’t drag me into anything. I wanted this. I wanted you and I still do.”

Nicky blinked away a tear.

“Even if it was you instead of me, the story would still be the same. Floyd would’ve found me somehow just to get at you.”

He put his hand on top of yours.

“I don’t care if the past continues to haunt us ‘til the day we die. I’ll always be by your side.”

Through his tears, he managed a piece of a smile. He placed a hand over yours, then brought it to his lips in a tender kiss.

“I hate to kill the mood but I got somethin’ else to tell you.”

“What is it?” You placed your hands in your lap.

He wiped his face with his hands “I called Gordon,”

You nodded at the name of your event planner.

“And I planned a party …”

“Okay?”

“For tonight …”

Your eyes widened at his response.

“At 8.”

You shook your head “I’m sorry, what?”

“I– we, we’re throwing a party tonight at 8.”

“Well … it’s only me, you, Rocky, Chris and Taylor so I guess it’s not a big deal … unless,” you thought about the lavish, expensive parties Gordon planned for you before “what did you do?!”

He raised his brows “Lemme just say, technically these were doctor’s orders.”

You laughed “Really?!”

“Dr. Parsons said to do what we used to do, which was throwing parties and going any and everywhere doing anything.”

“Yeah, Nicky like traveling or going to a show not throwing a – wait, how much is all of this?” You waved your hands around referring to his spontaneous party.

“Why does it matter?” He shrugged his shoulders.

You raised your brows and leaned forward.

The unnerving silence filled the air again but with thick tension this time.

“$75,000.”

You scratched the side of your head then leaned back with a sigh.

“It’s not like we can’t afford it.”

“I know that but we have this court case and how are people gonna see that?”

“Why does it matter what people think?! They’re gonna talk shit either way!”

“But that’s what we’re trying to avoid! We’re not gonna get on the judge’s good side now because we just blew $75,000 before the trial of the fucking century.”

“So what was I supposed to do?”

“Literally anything except this.”

“Well, excuse me for wanting to have a little fun.”

He stood up from the couch and trodded towards the stairs.

“$75,000 isn’t little.”

He froze in his tracks and glanced at you over his shoulder.

“I don’t think you can put a price on the hell we’ve went through.” He faced you head on “Y’know I –” he chuckled in disbelief then steadied his tearful eyes on you “I thought you were dead … and $75,000 is nothing compared to the price of a life without you.”

The weight of his words crushed you as he walked up the stairs. With each creek of the mahogany steps, your mouth started to form the words. They were already there. Two simple words that you’ve said before, but it wasn’t enough. Not this time.

His footsteps echoed down the hall until the silence accompanied you once more. It was quiet, except for the low hum that rang in your ears. You brought your hands to your face then took a deep breath.

~~~~~~

The last twenty minutes in the Valentino household sounded very much like this … silence, yet not complete silence. The kind of silence you get when you’re in an empty house, except the two bodies in this home but we’ll get back to that in a moment. Imagine it. You’re standing in an empty house. The walls creak from time to time. Or you hear the fans going. A few noises from outside maybe, but that’s all. Just an occasional creak or tap or rattle, but there are two bodies in this home. I suppose you could not hear them because of the elephants in the room.

~~~~~~

You didn’t keep track of the time. It was irrelevant after all. Ten minutes could have passed or it could’ve been an hour, it wouldn’t matter because you’d essentially told your husband two things:

1. He was stupid.

2. You didn’t trust him.

As you laid face down on the couch, you imagined what your award would look like for ‘spouse of the year’. In the black abyss, you heard a nearby groan and choose to ignore it until you felt Stella’s nails lightly scrape at your arm.

You turned your head to face her.

“What?”

She tilted her head at your question then blinked her eyes. You laid back down and she groaned again.

“What, Stella?”

She glanced up at the stairs then back at you.

“I know,” you peered up at the dim hallway and spotted the light immediately.

“I know.”

Before you could reach out to her, she dashed up the staircase and disappeared down the corridor.

You buried your head in the cushion of the couch.

~~~~~~

Stella traipsed into the library where Nicky sat in the oversized chair you’d often accompanied him in. Out of spite, he sat in the chair with his legs on the arm rest and his back against the other. It was too big for one person but he’d rather be uncomfortable alone than sit how he normally would with you.

Stella ran right up to him and slid her head underneath his wrist. The book he was holding fumbled under her weight.

“What happened to “hello”? “How are you”?”

Stella looked up at him then whined before laying her head in his lap.

He placed the book down by his side “C’mon, don’t gimme that.”

She placed both of her paws onto the chair and stood tall.

“Not right now, okay?”

Stella backed away from the chair with a huff. Her ears perked up and Nicky tried to follow the sound. Suddenly, he found himself looking at you standing in the doorway.

“Hi,” you said sheepishly.

Stella trotted to your side then looked back at him as if to say ‘told you so’!

Yes, he was still hurt but God. Just the sight of you was enough. It was like medicine and right now he despised you for it. He hated how you yelled at him just moments ago and just by looking at you now, he’d already forgotten about it. When he came to, he’d realized he’d scooted over instinctively so you could sit by his side.

“I wanted to give you some more time and space but Stella thought otherwise.”

She perked up at the mention of her name then trotted off as you walked toward him.

“Oh, don’t worry. She got me too,” he set the book he was holding onto the table nearby “I don’t think she was gonna stop until one of us went to the other.”

“Right.”

Looking straight ahead, both of you nodded in agreement. He fiddled with the tips of his fingers. You stared at the wall in front of you. With each second that passed, your lips would spasm in an attempt to speak but ultimately you shut them again. There was the creak, then the rattle and the tap; but the star was that horrible, undulating, and unforgivable silence.

You clenched your teeth and swallowed the failed words, then turned to him.

“Can you look at me, please?”

Your words were tense and when he looked at you, he could see that it wasn’t from fear but from something else. Tears had welled in your eyes, you were intently focused on the space between you.

Nicky adjusted himself in the chair to face you completely. There was a pang in his chest at the sight of you, something he knew all too well.

“I’m not sorry,” you mustered up the courage to look him in the eye and he watched you with a steady gaze.

“I’m not sorry for what I said because I’m just trying to protect you. I’m trying to protect us and if we lose this trial” you glanced down at your hands in an attempt to push away the mere thought “I don’t want to be without you.”

You looked up and locked eyes with him “I can’t, I just couldn’t.”

His eyes were filled with tears which made it harder for you to hold back your own so you cowered your head. Between wiping your nose and trying to steady your breath, you were failing at keeping tears at bay. The fact Nicky reached out to you and pulled you against his chest wasn’t helping either.

“I know.” He whispered while holding you close.

“And I don’t think your stupid.” You professed in between tears.

He chuckled “I appreciate that, amore.”

The nickname made you cry even more which in turn made him cry a bit harder.

“I should have ran it by you.”

You muttered something into his chest and he glanced at the top of your head, “What?”

You pulled back “I said we’re past that,” you grabbed onto his hand “how can I help you, now?”

He caressed the back of your hands with his thumb “Just be with me.”

You nodded your head.

He relished in the embrace for another second before speaking.

“We have a fitting at noon downtown.”

“Oh, so soon?”

“Well, we’ve got time but we should get goin’.”

You wiped your face “Why? What’s going on?”

“It’s a surprise and I promise you’ll like this one.”

He studied your reaction with hopeful eyes and a smile to match.

“Okay,” you said finally. You kissed his forehead then patted his leg before standing to your feet.

He felt himself grinning from ear to ear as he stood and wiped his tears.

~~~~~~

Nicky and Stella waited for you in the driveway. He slightly pulled his sunglasses down to get a better look at you.

The corners of your lips turned up, “Don’t get any ideas.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He opened the door for you but Stella jumped in first and made herself comfortable in the back seat.

Both of you giggled at your little one before getting into the car.

While he put the key in the ignition and adjusted the mirrors, you looked in yours. There was a slight frown on your face at the sight of the police car behind you, ready to follow every step of the way.

“I told ‘em to give us some room.”

“Good,” you glanced over at him “shall we?”

“Absolutely.” His foot lightly pressed the pedal and you saw your home shrink in the rearview.

~~~~~~

The fresh air whipped at your faces as you cruised the sun beaten paths of the road. The street was lined with oak trees providing shade to the three of you. For a moment, you glanced around to take in the natural beauty. How the pavement was lined with fallen flowers and at the clusters of wildflowers here and there.

Nicky muttered to himself “It should be,” he lifted his sunglasses onto his head to survey the trees.

“This one right here!” He pointed at an overgrown bougainvillea.

“Ooh,” you admired its fuschia shade against the blue sky.

He pulled over and parked off the road, close to the spot he pointed out.

“How did you find this place?”

“A few months ago I was lookin’ for some new places we could shoot scenes at. Whaddaya think?”

“It’s gorgeous out here, like somethin’ out of a movie.”

“Wait ‘til you see the rest of it.”

He got out of the car and made his way around to you to open your door.

Stella jumped out, leaving you to follow her for once.

Before you started your journey, Nicky grabbed a wicker basket from the trunk. He held on tightly to it in one hand and instinctively reached for yours; but he found himself recoiling. The dust from your argument earlier was just starting to settle and he didn’t want to ruin it by acting too soon. Things were nearly normal, if you didn’t notice the police car towards the end of the road carefully keeping an eye out for you both.

~~~~~~

Although Nicky had been here before, it was different being here with you. He adored how you looked at everything with wonder and amazement.

Stella, who was previously looking into the edge of a lake, heard you approaching and barked to signal she was nearby. You were almost oblivious to her as you walked through an archway of overgrown trees leading you to the lake’s edge.

He set the basket down next to his feet.

Stella continued to peer into the lake, only to flinch back when a turtle came to the surface. A quiet breeze blew over the little heaven you found yourself in. It smelled like lilies, jasmine, and salt. You leaned onto Nicky while inhaling heaven’s essence. He rested his head on top of yours.

~~~~~~

“I gotta say,” you took another sip from your glass “I’m having a bit of déjà vu.”

“Oh, you mean we’ve done this before?” He said playfully “Tsk, that’s a shame.”

You chuckled then lightly ruffled the top of his hair while he layed in your lap. His eyes softly shut from your touch. He was a bit taken aback when you invited him to rest his head in your lap moments ago, but he didn’t reject the invitation.

“Tell me somethin’.”

“What’s that?”

“Is it like the first time?”

You thought about the picnic you two had in New York. It felt like that was centuries ago in a different life. A life in which you and Nicky were close but not as close as you were now. Both of you had come to know each other so well, your personalities were tangled in each other.

“It’s better than that.”

A slight grin came upon him “I’ve outdone myself.”

Both of you laughed lightly.

“Oh, don’t get too full of yourself.”

You poked at the side of his head and he turned over in your lap to look at you. Now this is the part where people usually say ‘there was lust in his eyes’ but you must understand what you two had was nothing like this. It was very much the opposite. You didn’t feel butterflies for each other, but you felt warmth. You felt safe and seen … treasured. You weren’t just arm candy, you were something far more precious. A piece of someone’s heart.

Your thumb ran over his brow.

He kissed your open palm tenderly before taking it in his hand.

You felt your heartbeat in your throat as he bent down to kiss the tops of your bare thighs.

Your breaths became shorter as he left a trail of kisses up your body. The two of you were too busy playing twister that you didn’t notice that Stella crept closer to the plates of food that lay on your picnic. Nicky glanced up after just kissing your neck to see Stella nab one of the sandwiches he so carefully made hours ago. She made brief eye contact with him before dashing off.

“Hey!” Nicky let go of you as he shot up.

The sudden commotion and absences of his touch made you open your eyes.

“What – what’s going on?!” You set your hands on the ground as you watched Nicky chase Stella around the lake until they landed at a nearby dock. She hunkered down, with the sandwich still in her mouth, and glanced up at him. Nicky stood a few feet away, still as a statue.

“Stella.” He called out to her calmly.

As he leaned forward she dashed to the side and jumped into the lake. Her doggy paddles were strong enough to float yet the sandwich didn’t help.

“Oh my god,” you stood to your feet and ran out to the dock.

She slipped under the surface a few times too many and Nicky jumped in after her without hesitation.

As you looked out over the edge of the dock, you saw a few bubbles pop at the surface.

You knelt down to get a better view, while holding onto the wood of the dock. Nicky and Stella both emerged to the surface. You jerked back at the sudden splash of water on you but bent back down to help them up.

Stella’s paws found their way to the dock with Nicky’s help as you lifted her up. She panted and smiled at you while the sandwich floated in the water. As Nicky’s hand grasped onto the dock’s edge, she shook off the water from her earlier antics. He wiped water from his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing.

You reached your hand out to him and he froze.

“What? You wanna go skinny dipping?” You raised a brow and smirked.

He found himself grinning. You looked like an angel of some sort. The way the sun shined behind you casted a glow around you.

“Maybe I do.”

He matched your playful grin which seemed to fade as he reached for your forearm.

“Nicholas Valentino, you better no– ahh!!”

He pulled you down only to give your lips a quick peck. You looked at him in surprise.

“Gotcha.” Nicky smiled at you before climbing up onto the dock.

Stella shook as much water off of her as she could.

You blocked your face from the water that flung off of her.

Nicky shook his hair to get the water out of his face and noticed how you were shielding yourself from their water sprays.

“What’s the problem, toots?”

You took note of the playful smile on his face as he reached out to you.

“Eek!”

You barely missed his soaked touch before running a few paces ahead. When you looked back, you noticed Nicky and Stella heading towards you with smiles on their faces.

“The water is just fine!”

He smiled while chasing you to the picnic blanket. It wasn’t long before he wrapped his soaked body against yours.

“Mwah!” He dramatically planted a wet kiss on your cheek.

Stella barked and rubbed her wet nose against your bare legs.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the whole scene. Eventually, you were both back on the picnic blanket but this time Nicky had his shirt off. He’d wrung the water out then laid it out in the sun to dry.

You took a scarf you had on earlier and wiped the water from his face.

His dimples made themselves prominent under your touch. He’d closed his eyes while you cleaned him up. He looked like someone in one of those old pictures you find on the internet. Y’know the black and white ones of people basking in the sun or standing on the sidewalk smiling with a hand in their pocket?

“Wait a second, wait right here,” you headed to the car without saying another word.

Nicky opened an eye after a moment’s silence.

“Don’t move!” You shouted over your shoulder.

He’d held on tightly to your scarf while he waited for your return.

Stella glanced up at you when you came back with a small camera in your hand.

A few years ago, small portable cameras were all the rage. You and Nicky had a habit of leaving one in the car for times like this.

He grinned at the sight of the machine at your fingertips and it was worth a thousand memories.

His head was thrown back in a small fit of laughter. Eyes closed, face tilted ever so slightly towards the sun. That million dollar smile beaming as brightly as the stars in the sky. Beads of water on his chest and arms glistened from the sunlight. Your scarf was held gently in his hand which was near Stella, who had her head in his lap.

You quickly snapped the picture before he could compose himself.

“Don’t get shy on me, handsome.”

He blushed at your praise.

“Alright, it’s my turn.”

He held his hand out for the camera and you handed it to him.

You posed for the camera then reached for it only so he could yank it back.

“Oh, c’mon. One more.” He continued to snap pictures of you off guard.

“I’m looking at Aphrodite, can you blame me?”

You smiled at the compliment and he captured the moment right away.

“There you are,” he placed the camera onto the blanket and glanced back at you “gorgeous.”

You saddled up beside him and kissed his cheek.

“Do you think we should get going?”

Nicky glanced over at his watch that was sprawled out on the blanket. He didn’t take it off when he jumped in to save Stella earlier and it was stuck at 11:15.

“Probably.” He glanced back at you.

“Is it broken?” You picked up the watch as you stood to your feet.

“It doesn’t look like it’ll work anytime soon.”

He stood up and grabbed his shirt.

“Hmm,” you rubbed your thumb over the clockface.

“I can always get another one,” he slipped his arms through his shirt “I can’t get another Stella.”

She perked her head up at the sound of her name.

“Isn’t that right?” He scratched behind her ears.

You slipped his watch into your pocket “I’m just glad no one got hurt.”

Stella gruffed then shook her head furiously, flinging water every which way.

~~~~~~

Being who he was, Nicky did make it a point to change his clothes before going to the tailor’s. It wasn’t like he was going to show up smelling like the local lake and besides he had to fix his hair somewhat. Once you did make it out, it was almost like the little peace you two did have that morning was being tested again. Onlookers gawked at you as you stepped onto the sidewalk. You and Nicky were flanked by a few police officers. The two of you had gotten used to wearing sunglasses from time to time because of the flashing lights from the paparazzi’s cameras.

You lifted the personal shield away from your eyes as you crossed the threshold.

“Ah, there you two are!” Ms. Goldstein, the owner of the tailoring shop stretched her hands out.

Nicky clipped his glasses onto his shirt.

“There she is, the miracle worker!”

He greeted her with open arms and she kissed his cheek.

“How are you holding up?”

“Like a tree.”

She smiled then swatted at his shoulder.

“How are you, dear?” She embraced you in a hug.

The scent of fresh linen and old fabric with a hint of lavender washed over you.

“Not too bad, all things considered.” You looked at her with a weary smile.

She patted the sides of your arms “Well, I hope these lovely pieces will put some smiles on those faces.”

Ms. Goldstein strutted down the aisle toward the back of the building. She stopped by the fitting rooms to briefly turn back at you.

“Wait, right here.”

“Of course.” Nicky said while you nodded your head.

Ms. Goldstein disappeared down a corridor.

“What kind of party is this exactly?”

“Nothin’ too crazy.”

You cut your eyes at him as you remembered the price.

He rolled his eyes before smirking “Oh, amore!”

You giggled “What?! I’m sorry!”

He tried to wipe the grin off of his face as you continued smiling through the awkwardness of it all.

“I’m just– okay, hear me out,” you raised a brow, still smiling.

Nicky covered his goofy smile and tried his best to look serious.

“I’m just saying, I was expecting to throw an outfit together for this soirée not have a whole, elaborate fitting. I mean, it’s making me think of our wedding … it’s not that extravagant though is it?”

Nicky opened his mouth to answer you but Ms. Goldstein appeared from the hallway shouting about your garments.

“I can’t wait to see the two of you in these! Ready?”

~~~~~~

You and Nicky were in fitting rooms next to each other, trying on the first round of your custom creations.

Ms. Goldstein’s busy bees were helping you get into your number. You didn’t get a chance to see yourself in it until they were finished buttoning this and zipping that. You lifted your head and saw your reflection in the mirror. You noted how the white fabric was draped in strings of pearls and jewels. Multiple beads of pearls dangled just past the hem line of the dress which ended at the middle of your thighs. A string of jewels dangled on your bare shoulder.

“What do you think?”

“I think my wedding day has competition!”

Ms. Goldstein’s crew laughed.

You turned around on the podium to view the dress from the back. The pearls and jewels clicked and clacked as you made your observations.

Based on Ms. Goldstein’s work, this wasn’t your average party. It was going to be the party of the decade. The corner of your lip went up on one side.

“We have more options if you’re not fond of this one.”

“What? Oh no, it’s not that.”

You thought about the all black outfit you’d wore not too long ago when you confronted Floyd. The dress started to tighten at your sides. Somehow, you found yourself thinking of Nicky’s pleading eyes earlier.

“I like this one but I think it’s missing something. What’s next?”

A crew member reached for the second black bag “I think you’ll like this one a lot.”

You shimmied in your pearl dress one last time and smiled. Click-clack, click-clack, a smile slowly formed across your face.

~~~~~~

Once again, Ms. Goldstein’s crew buzzed about slipping the first dress off of you and getting you into the next one. You turned around, hoping to get a glance before her busy bees gave you the cue.

“Oh, not yet!” One of them gently placed their hands on your shoulders and turned you back around.

They pulled a sun crown out of the black bag and placed it onto your head.

You raised a brow as another person handed you black gloves.

“Alright then,” you uttered before slipping them on.

You raised a brow then looked at one of the crew members “Can I look now?”

A small chorus of “mhmm” and “yes” filled the silence.

As you turned 180 degrees, there was a knock at the door.

“It’s Martin. Can I come in?”

You froze and glanced over your shoulder.

The crew members waited for approval before doing anything.

“Sure,” you faced the door head-on as they opened it.

He looked at you in shock “You gotta be kiddin’ me,” then hung his head “can you give us a moment please?”

~~~ A/N: Originally, this entire chapter was about 16,000 words before I split it into 3 parts and it was still unfinished! That just shows you that I've been WORKIN' 👏🏾 part 2 is already done so expect it in a few weeks. As always, thank you for reading, reblogging, liking and commenting {i love reading the comments, and reblogs are appreciated, they're encouraged actually!} Have a great day 💐

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munchkin1156 · 8 months

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Any G/T OCs?

Thank you anon, for this chance to finally infodump about my g/t ocs! Just a fair warning, this miiight get long, we’ll see! (I have a lot of em.. So the short answer to your question, yes I do. The long ones under the cut…)

First off, we have my sona, Munchkin :D

(It’s a rather messy sketch, sorry about that)

Munchkin’s a sizeshifting borrower from the sacred realm, destined to try hard and fail.

She’s gotten backstabbed and killed too many times to count, the only thing keeping her alive is Amble, Red, and the group of friends she made as a person wearing a sparkly box from the silent realm.

✨anon✨’s design is interesting, because she’s still mostly herself, with her tail and personality, whereas most people would get consumed, considering it’s a pretty strong mask… huh, strange.

(Just to be clear, I’m not covering all my oc’s, just a few of them, because I’d rather not have over ten thousand words on this post accidentally)

We have Charlie and Adre, from UCD, links to chapter one and two here and here (it’s earlier on in my writing phase, so I’m warning you they aren’t very good, also it’s mainly been Charlie, with only a slight mention of Adre but oh well-)

Let’s have a spoiler for chapter three, shall we?

(A big thank you to my sister @huggablecat for editing this, she’s not a bot I swear- I’m horrible at digital art so thanks to her for taking the sketch and doing something amazing with it… she’s not ever going to see this but oh well-)

Charlie is a Dreamer, which is a small avian race that hates humans for burning the Astrodaryn forest and attempting to destroy all magic, forcing them to flee to the sky. The seeds they have hanging around their neck are from the forest, it’s where their magic comes from.

The goal is to get rid of the humans, and replant the forest. Read the first two chapters for more information.

Meanwhile…

Adre is a human that is called cursed due to his eyes. His pitch black eyes with white pupils, so therefore a lot of people assume he’s magic/dangerous and he gets outcasted.

I don’t want to say too much about him, I want to keep him a surprise for the most part, but let’s just say he finds a small bird person and the authorities aren’t very happy about that…

I have more ocs for this story, but they have not appeared yet/I haven’t made drawings of them/I don’t feel like looking for drawings rn :D

MOVING ON-

Vampire person? For a fake fic title that’s so old Becky probably forgot they gave it to me? Don’t mind if I do~

This is Jamie. They’re sick of being a vampire, sick of living forever, sick of having no one to care about. Aaaaand then they meet a group of friends that will change that forever.

It’s like, small vampire appears on YouTube, group of friends find them there, make videos together, while hiding the fact that they are small + a vampire, and as they grow more and more attached, the fear only grows…

Now, I’m getting tired and I have homework to do (WHYYYYYYYY) and things to memorise for tomorrows test, which is absolutely amazing, but it means I can’t make more detailed descriptions, so I’m just gonna dump a bunch of art, please ask questions about them if you want!

Anyways, let’s get started….

(That one’s not an oc, it’s for the dystopian au but I figured I might as well put it here)

Aaaand that’s all I can find! (For now)

Hope you like these anon, and uh… for the people that I’ve made digital art for/going to make digital art for, if it seems significantly worse, it’s cause I suck at digital art.

I’m really really bad at it. Sorry.

Kindest regards, Munchkin.

(OH SHIT WAIT THE TAGLIST-)

@i-am-beckyu, @da3dm, @brick-a-doodle-do, @faeiyn-cant-write yooooo check this outtt

Oh wow the taglist is getting longer-

If you want to be tagged, just dm, comment, or ask me!

Gooooooodbye!

(that’s supposed to sound like how grian says it, okay? OKAY?)

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aellynera · 2 years

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(Blue jones request)

When the reader and him get into a fight ( bc he’s jealous ) and he say something that makes her cry and she try to leave but ge won’t let her ( he don’t hit her lol ) and he say sorry which shooks y/n and she stays angst/fluff

Um hi I’m really sorry this sat in my inbox like forever, but... hello, I’m here with an answer. I was very excited to get a request for Blue And yes, perhaps I wrote this at 4am when I couldn’t sleep, but hey. ! I hope you enjoy!! 💙🥺

Say It Again (Blue Jones x f!Reader)

When it all came down to it, it wasn’t so much what was said. Those were just words, hurled back and forth, the fever pitch rising with each exchange as you and Blue shouted words at each other.

Honestly, that was a normal night around here. You’d dance, he’d watch, some patron would have a little too much to drink and get handsy. If you were being honest, a lot of the time you and Blue weren’t exactly sober either. But he’d get the guy off you and (more often than not) kick him out of the club and ask if you were okay. And you generally were, and even when Blue inevitably made some rude comment, you were fine.

You were tough. You had to be, working at Lennox. You could take care of yourself, and it wouldn’t be the first time you’d kicked a creep where it counted. Blue was always highly amused by it, and secretly delighted. But he never said that. No, he’d just open that big stupid mouth of his and say whatever was on the tip of his tongue and nine times out of ten, the fight would start.

But tonight? The look on his face when you burst into tears was almost worth the actual crying. You hated crying.

The words had flown fast and furious. Blue was angry that he’d had to throw a certain customer out - again - and had said something about how you really knew how to bring ‘em in and maybe he was trying to be funny, but it failed miserably. That’s when the shouting began.

You don’t even remember what was said until Blue turned to pour himself a whiskey and muttered over his shoulder, “You know, sometimes I really don’t know why I bother with you.”

You promptly burst out in tears.

Blue promptly dropped his glass of booze.

You made for the door of his office, tears streaming down your face and your breath coming in great heaving sobs, and for a minute, Blue just stared dumbly at you. You never cried.

The knob was in your hand and halfway turned when he slotted himself between you and the door. “Where are you going?”

“Are you kidding?” you gulped. Everything was blurry and wet and you needed out. You tried to shove him aside, but he latched onto your arms and held you still.

“Was it what I said? You know I didn’t mean that.”

“Do I? Just let me go, Blue.”

His hands dropped to his sides and he took a step back. “I’m sorry.”

Through the haze of tears, your head snapped up and all you could do was blink. “What?”

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for and you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”

If you never cried, then Blue Jones never apologized. But here you were.

You hiccupped and took a deep breath. “I’m just... I’m so tired, Blue. I never know if you’re serious or joking and you’re always so... so mean, and normally I can let it go, but...”

The next thing you knew, Blue was gently wiping your face with a tissue.

“I really am sorry. I don’t know what got into me tonight. I guess just seeing that creep after you again, I got a little... jealous,” he admitted. “I got jealous and I’m sorry.”

You sank into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “We might have to work on that,” you sniffled.

Blue chuckled sadly and traced his lips along your hairline. “If it means never having to see you cry again, I’d do anything for you. I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“What, that I’d literally eat a box of scorpions or stick my head in a beehive or...”

You giggled wetly and slapped him on the arm. “No, not that. The other part, the nice thing.”

“Oh, right,” he said as he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly on the lips. “I love you.”

“Again.”

“How many times am I gonna have to say it?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. Are you ever really gonna get tired of me?”

“Never in a million years, sweetheart. Because I love you.”

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secretwhumplair · 2 years

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No warrior

693 words | No Warrior (sequel to Bad day)

Content | Angst, low self-worth, referenced past torture

Notes | I wasn't sure about the direction this would go but it worked out alright eventually. Runar is trying his best.

Yes I love giving series titles to episodes it's like a get out of titling free card.

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As always, Runar picked Yves up from work in the evening. The little thing had insisted on going, even being so obviously tired, even after his breakdown during their midday walk that Runar couldn’t stop thinking about. Poor Yves, believing himself to be so unworthy of good things. Runar wished Yves could see himself through his eyes for just a moment.

As always, they sat down for dinner together. Watching Yves hang his head over the table, looking at nothing and especially not at Runar, hurt his heart.

»I’m sorry,« Yves muttered.

»There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart,« Runar replied gently, the ache cutting deeper. He was glad Yves was talking at all, but if only he could understand-

Yves shook his head without looking up. »I shouted at you.«

»You were upset.«

»That doesn’t make it okay.« Runar could hear the crack in Yves’ voice. Was he still scared he would be punished?

»Maybe not, but… I understand.« He carefully reached out to place a hand over Yves’, cold as always. Yves didn’t flinch, which Runar took as a good sign. »I’ve said it before, your soul is injured.«

»Why won’t it heal, then?« Yves swallowed, then he finally looked up, only to reveal his eyes full of tears.

»It will,« Runar promised and regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. You don’t know that. »It will get better, at least.«

»I feel like it’s getting worse,« Yves said, hanging his head again.

Runar didn’t know what to say, just like he hadn’t known how to help, not really, all this time. He didn’t know it would get better. But all injuries healed eventually, didn’t they?

Some healed wrong, an aching reminder of what had happened forever haunting the injured.

Some got infected and took too long, took entire limbs and lives.

He didn’t know, was the simple truth.

All he knew was that Yves deserved better.

It took too long to find something to say; Yves got there first. »Why did you say that?«

»Say what?«

»That I… I have the heart of a warrior.« Yves’ voice dripped with self-loathing sarcasm. »When it’s so fucking obvious I don’t.«

Runar didn’t think he ever heard Yves swear before, but even not knowing the language, the meaning couldn’t have been clearer. He was torn between being glad for Yves acting bolder, or worried about the - well, everything around it.

»If that were true, why am I so…« Yves shook his head and didn’t finish the sentence.

»Alive?« Runar proposed gently. »Yves, I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it, it takes a brave soul to survive what you did.«

»You don’t know what…«

Runar paused. Again, that sudden - or perhaps not so sudden? had he missed something? - readiness to answer back to him that filled him with a burst of pride, even among all the suffering Yves was still going through, with his inability to see the progress Runar saw. And he was right. Runar knew so little about the circumstances of Yves’ imprisonment. Eventually, he cautiously asked, »Do you want to tell me?«

»No.« Yves’ voice was barely a whisper.

Runar just nodded, hoping Yves saw his acknowledgement. »I have seen your injuries, though,« he pointed out. »I’ve seen how hard it was for you to feel - start feeling safe here.« He was going out on a limb, but he hoped that was what had happened; that the little sweetheart accepting, even requesting hugs meant he was no longer afraid of him, that wanting to work within the community meant he wanted to make himself at home.

Yves gave a tiny nod, as if his whisper had taken physical form. He swallowed, then added, in a slightly more substantial voice, »I still could never be a warrior though.«

»Why?«

»Stop it.« Yves didn’t sound as upset as he had in the afternoon - just resigned. He turned away and got up from the table, leaving his half-eaten bread, retrieving his hand from under Runar's like it was nothing. »Please.«

Runar’s heart stung, but he let it be, not sure he understood well enough to argue.

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chipper9906 · 2 years

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Switch - Chapter 3

Pairings: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Erzahler

Chapter Word Count: 8,513

Overall Word Count: 30,517

Status: Multi-Chapter - In Progress (3/?)

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Eventually, their laughter begins to subside, tapering off until they’re both just smiling at each other in the dark of the lodge, Dylan’s warm gaze locked on his, and--

Oh.

Ryan knew what that feeling was now.

He wanted to kiss Dylan.

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02:45 | AUGUST 23 — KAITLYN

HACKETT FAMILY HOUSE

Kaitlyn didn’t know how fast werewolf healing was supposed to be, but it sure as hell didn’t feel fast enough. Saying that, she wasn’t dead right now, so… there was that. But there also seemed to be a perpetual edge of darkness creeping into her vision that threatened to drag her under. Really, it was only due to the throbbing of the healing gash in her side that she was still awake.

Laura grunts as she pushes a filing cabinet in front of the door they had come through, the screech of metal against wooden floors grating to Kaitlyn’s ears. “Well, they aren't getting through there in a hurry…”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that… That big dude seemed like he could punch through a wall if he wanted to.” Kaitlyn hobbled over to an old cabinet that was covered in what looked like decades of dust, leaning against it for a bit of a break.

Laura looked over to Kaitlyn, her awe at the size of the Hackett’s house quickly switching to concern at the sight of her hunched over. “Still not feeling great?”

“Nope…” Kaitlyn sighed, eyes falling closed as she presses a hand to her side. “Sorry, I… We can keep going in a sec, I just… I just need a moment.”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry, you’ll be feeling better soon. It kicks in pretty damn quick.”

Kaitlyn huffs, shuffling to the side so her back was leaning against the cabinet. “Well, you sound like you’re full of energy and not like you’ve been up all night hunting down werewolves, so…”

“Yeah, I… do feel pretty damn good, actually,” Laura agrees, smile wide and teeth gleaming in the moonlight filtering in through the skylight above.

“Uh, good as in--”

Kaitlyn’s cut off as Laura takes a deep sniff of the attic air. “Do you smell that?”

“...Depends on what you mean by ‘that’, I guess. Do I smell the smell of an old-ass musty attic? Yeah, sure… What are you smelling?”

“Nothing, never mind,” Laura says, which isn’t at all concerning. “Hey, um… I just wanted to say thanks.”

“...For what?”

“Just… being here, I guess,” said Laura. “I know I said, like, five minutes ago that I shouldn’t have let you come with me, but… I’m glad you’re here. This, uh… This would have sucked alone.”

Kaitlyn managed a tired smile. “I’d say I’m glad I came too, but I kinda got stabbed, so…”

“Yeah, you kind of got the short end of the straw between the two of us,” said Laura. “How you feeling now? You up to walking some more?”

“Sure…” Kaitlyn groans, pushing herself away from the cabinet. “Let’s go find Mr. H and get this over with…”

Laura walks on ahead of her — being the one not stabbed and all that — heading further into the darkness of the attic. Although, she’s not walking for long before her foot bumps into something small on the ground which rolls away at the impact.

“Huh…” She reaches down, plucking it up and holding it up to the limited light from the moon spilling into the room.

“Find something?” Kaitlyn asks, limping over to her side.

“Yeah. Proof we’re on the right track.” Laura holds out the used syringe she had picked up. “Some of Travis’s homemade sleeping formula… Can tell you from experience it’s damn strong stuff.”

“Seems kinda dangerous he’d use a drug he uses on werewolves to knock ‘em out on you.”

“Yeah, well... I got my own back. Now he knows what it feels like, too…” Laura flung the syringe back to the ground. It joined the many others that littered the ground, all used and discarded.

“Is this what they’ve been doing this whole time? Every full moon, just… drugging them up and hoping for the best?” Kaitlyn asks.

“Chris Hackett certainly didn’t seem all that drugged when he attacked us in the storm shelter. And neither did the one I shot by the pool.”

“Right, Mr. H’s daughter… Just how many of them are werewolves?”

“I dunno for sure. But Chris is the one that bit Max. So Chris is the one we’ve got to kill.”

The sound of something metallic dragging across the floor caught their attention. They peered towards the source of the sound, but not even Laura’s improved eyesight couldn't properly see what it was. The two exchanged questioning glances, and then Laura nodded, signaling for them to both step forward.

They move as carefully as they can, at least, as much as possible for someone with a stab wound, advancing slowly forward. From here, they can just about make out the black lump sat in the middle of the room. But as they get closer, the details start to become clear. Right there, attached by chains to a wooden beam, was a werewolf. Soft growls rumbled from the beast, head hung low in what appeared to be sleep. But if it was asleep, it wasn’t for long.

“Is that…?”

The wolf’s head groggily lifts up at the sound of Kaitlyn’s voice. The growls become louder, more vicious as the wolf gets up to its feet, towering over the two of them. It snarls, lunging towards them, but the chains wrapped around its wrists bring it to a halt.

“I think we found Chris Hackett.”

As if reacting to the sound of his name, the wolf goes to take another swipe at them. It swings its arm forward, and the chain snaps free from the post it had been drilled into. “Kaitlyn…” Laura tries to push Kaitlyn behind her, reaching for her gun… Except she doesn’t have it anymore. She had no way to kill him -- or defend themselves.

The wolf makes an attempt to yank its other arm free of the chain, and succeeds. The chain is pulled out easily, dropping to the ground with an ominous-sounding rattle of metal. The wolf — Chris — drops down onto all fours, now free from his restraints. He slowly crawls towards them, one clawed hand in front of the other, sniffing out their scent with every inch he gets closer.

It happens in a blink. For the second time tonight, the wooden flooring of a Hackett property collapses, breaking apart under the wolf’s weight. Laura grabs hold of Kaitlyn, trying to pull them both back, but it’s too late. Chris is sent careening down to the rooms below… And they too are dragged with him.

Kaitlyn hits the ground hard, which did nothing to help her still healing side. Laura’s landing was a little softer, in that she landed directly on Kaitlyn — also not helping her healing side. She’d probably be groaning in pain if it wasn’t for the fact that the wind had been knocked out of her, unable to either exhale or inhale.

There’s absolute chaos all around them.

They had managed to drop down onto Bobby Hackett, who was currently fighting for his life against his own brother. It’s not until Laura scrambles off of her that Kaitlyn's lungs begin functioning once more, sucking in air through her teeth as the pain continues to ravage her body.

“Oh God, not now! Not now! Come on!” Laura slams her hand against the side of her head, valiantly fighting back against the beast within. Kaitlyn manages to scramble up into somewhat of a sitting position, using her hands to push herself back. And just in time, it seems, as Laura screams out before promptly exploding. The red mist clears, and standing there is yet another werewolf, ravenous eyes searching the room for its first meal.

Kaitlyn can only chalk it up to a miracle that the cop chooses this very moment to walk through the door, catching wolf Laura’s attention.

Unfortunately for him, that means Laura has chosen her meal.

She races towards him, hand reared back before bringing it down hard across his face. The cop — Travis — is sent staggering back, crashing into the mirror hanging on the wall behind him. The gun in his hands is sent flying, and it’s yet another miracle that it comes skidding to a stop right in front of Kaitlyn. Both Travis and the mirror fall to the ground, shards of glass showering the floor. Travis reaches for one of the shards, seemingly not phased by the sharp edges biting into his skin. “Silver-backed mirror…”

Werewolf Laura roars, baring her razor-sharp teeth at Travis. Travis looks between the shard in his hands, then Laura, gripping it tight. “Bobby, the gun!” He yells to his brother, who was doing his best to fend off a werewolf with no weapons.

But Bobby is unable to reach the gun. Nor is he able to fight for long. Werewolf Chris easily overpowers him, especially in Bobby’s weakened state. Bobby is flung hard into the wall, and instantly Chris has pounced on him. There’s nothing Bobby can do but scream out in pain as Chris sinks his teeth into Bobby’s neck, ripping out a large chunk of flesh, and just like that it’s all over.

Kaitlyn was barely paying attention to any of this. Instead, she was busy trying to pull the gun towards her with her foot. She finally manages to snag it, sliding it towards her. She grabs it, rolling out from under the table and jumping to her feet, unsure whether it was the adrenaline or the healing effects of the werewolf curse that meant she was able to move around so easily now.

Either way… she’ll take it.

There are two werewolves in the room. One’s crouched over Travis Hackett, teeth clenched around his arm that was holding the shard of glass — the only thing he had to save himself. And the other--

The other was standing over Bobby Hackett’s corpse. But now it’s running towards her, and Kaitlyn can only hope that this was Chris before she’s taking aim, and pulling the trigger. The shot hits its mark, the top of the werewolf’s head bursting open as the spread of silver rips through it. And then… Chris Hackett drops to the ground.

It was over.

She had really done it… Mr. H was dead. Her boss, her camp leader, the guy who’d come sit by the fire with the kids and lead them in song… Kaitlyn didn’t even know what to feel. Relieved this was all over? Relieved she wouldn’t be turning into one of those things every full moon? Was she… Was she supposed to be sad? Maybe she was a little, but… what choice did she have?

Kaitlyn looks over just in time to see the wolf treating Travis’s arm as a chew toy explode back into Laura. She’s absolutely covered in blood, clad in only her underwear since the rest of her clothes had torn off her in her transformation. Both she and Travis look equally as shocked, a moment passing in which they can only stare at each other before Laura practically falls backward to the ground, eyes wide as they stare at the blade of glass in Travis’s hand. Travis follows her line of sight, arm shaking from both the aftereffects of adrenaline and the pain. He swallows harshly, and there’s a nervous few seconds where Kaitlyn’s wondering whether she should be bringing the gun back up again. But then Travis is throwing away the shard with a shake of his head, and it feels like the entire room takes a collective breath of relief.

“Thanks, for uh… not killing me,” Laura awkwardly offers.

“Yeah… Likewise…” Travis mutters.

“It… It worked…” Laura says, looking down at her blood-soaked hands. “I’m… I’m cured. So that must mean… Max? Is… is everyone back to normal?”

“What?” Travis’s eyes dart between them, frowning at the statement. “Oh… You think this is over?” He almost sounded like he wanted to laugh. “This isn’t over.”

“Uh… Come again?” said Kaitlyn. “I don’t get it… That… That was Mr. H, right?”

“Yes…” Travis says, dead eyes locked onto Kaitlyn’s. “Yes, that was my brother you just killed. But this didn’t start with Chris. Chris… wasn’t the first.”

“That’s not possible…” Laura muttered. “How…?”

“Chris was bit... Just like your boyfriend, and just like you,” Travis explains.

“So who bit Mr. H?” Kaitlyn asks.

Travis sighs, eyes dropping down to the ground. “Caleb. Kaylee — the girl you killed?” Travis directs towards Laura. “Her brother.”

Kaitlyn shakes her head, something she hoped wasn’t regret coiling in her stomach as she glanced over at Chris’s body. “So, wait… Caleb was the first?”

Travis slowly shakes his head. “No, he… he wasn’t born like this. But he was the first in the family -- in my family -- to get bit. Then… Caleb bit Chris and Kaylee. Chris just wanted to protect them. He was a good man, my brother.”

“Then who the hell bit Caleb?”

“Silas. He’s a young boy that was part of a traveling show. We assumed he’d left the area long ago, but we always held onto hope that he’d come back someday. That we might finally rid our family of this curse. We’ve spent the past six years trying to track him down, but… we’ve had no luck. All we have are sightings of him up and down the coast… A feral albino child… A giant white wolf…”

“Hang on -- white wolf?” Kaitlyn said.

“What? What’d you say?” Travis scrambles up from the ground. He rushes towards Kaitlyn, roughly grabbing hold of her shoulders. “Where? Where’d you see it—”

“Hey! Let go of her—!” Laura jumps to Kaitlyn’s defense but, as it turns out, she didn’t need to. Travis’s frantic movements had come to a stop at the feeling of a barrel pressed against his stomach. He slowly looks down at the shotgun aimed directly at him, then back up to Kaitlyn’s hardened face.

“Back the fuck up,” Kaitlyn warns, to which Travis wisely takes a step back, hands raised in the air. “Every time I’ve had a Hackett run at me tonight, they’ve either tried to disarm me or kill me. I’m not taking any risks with you, either.”

“Okay, okay, just…” Travis pleased. “Did you see it? Did you see the white wolf?”

“I think so, yeah,” Kaitlyn answers. “Back at the cabins, earlier tonight. I didn’t exactly get the best look at it given we were running for our lives, but yeah. The thing nearly bit Dylan’s hand off.”

“Okay… Okay, it all makes sense…” Travis mumbles, lowering his hands back down and turning to face Laura. “He must have come back… He’s been back for months, and he’s what ran you off the road that day, two months ago.”

Travis diverts his gaze to Kaitlyn, desperation shining in his eyes. “Help me. Help me, we- we can still save Caleb. We can still save what’s left of my family. We… We can help those who are still alive.”

Laura looked over to Kaitlyn, only to find she was already looking at her, too. To say they both were exhausted at this point was an understatement; one suffering the after-effects of blood loss, and the other the after-effects of being a werewolf.

“Look, I get it,” Travis continues. “For you, and for Max, it’s over, right? I’m sure that’s all you care about. But you said this ‘Dylan’ got bit--”

“Dude cut his hand off,” Laura interjects, deflating some of the air from Travis’s argument. “So he’s fine.”

Travis sighed deeply, shoulders drooping in defeat. “Please. This… this is it. This is the end. We kill Silas? Everyone gets better. Everyone he’s ever bitten. If we don’t do this… What’s to stop it all happening again? Some other innocent person to be bit and cursed, and begin the cycle once more.”

“We… don’t know if everyone else is okay,” Kaitlyn points out to Laura. “Who knows what might have happened since we left the pool house.”

“Okay, okay…” Laura caves in — not looking happy in the slightest to be. “So... Where are we even gonna find him?”

Travis gets a rather weird look in his eyes after Laura’s question, something there almost… haunted.

“I know exactly where to find him.”

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03:32 | AUGUST 23 — RYAN

HACKETT’S QUARRY LODGE

The lodge never looked so… ominous.

This place was supposed to be one of respite. A place where both kids and counselors would come together to sit and eat. A place where they’d do their rainy-day activities when the occasional summer storm blew in. And it was a place Ryan would sometimes sneak into, just for a moment of peace to himself.

Even then, when he was all alone, on nights just as dark as this one… It never seemed as dreary as it did now.

Probably because of the very real possibility that a werewolf had followed them back from the scrapyard.

Ryan looks around, spotting a table that had been pushed up against the wall. “Here, Dylan, give me a hand,” he calls to Dylan as he darts over to the table, grabbing hold of its side to start dragging it away.

“Sure. Just the one, though,” Dylan says as he appears by his side. They make quick work of sliding the table across the floor with two pairs of hands rather than one -- well, one and a half pairs rather than one. They place it in front of the double doors they had entered the lodge from, stepping back to admire their handiwork.

“Yep. That’ll keep us safe,” Dylan asserts with a nod of his head. “I’m sure a table that two physically exhausted dudes were able to push around will hold up to a werewolf.”

“If it buys us time, then it’s good enough,” Ryan argues. “We’ve just got to make it through the night.”

Of course, it’s right then that a flash of lightning illuminates the interior of the lodge, quickly followed by a boom of thunder that rattles the windows. Dylan sighs, gesturing out to the windows. “Great… Just like the cartoons.”

“Seems a little on the nose, huh?” Ryan mutters. “You know, I was actually thinking about making a short animation of what’s happened tonight. But I think if I added in lightning right there, I’d still think it was cheesy. Even if it actually happened…”

“Wait, you animate?” Dylan asks.

“Uh, well… trying to,” Ryan answers somewhat awkwardly. “It’s… kinda what I wanted to go to school for. But yeah, I do some small projects every now and then when I’ve got the time. Which… isn’t too frequent.”

“Oh. So you wanna be an animator then? Like, career-wise?”

“I guess so. But things are kinda messy at the moment, and… I don’t know, it just might not be in the cards for me right now.”

Dylan nodded, and Ryan was eternally thankful for Dylan’s ability to pick up on social cues, clearly recognizing that the topic of school was something Ryan was not in the mood to talk about right now. “So, uh… animation, huh? Man, I practically grew up on cartoons…”

“Me too. I, uh… watched a lot of Scooby-Doo as a kid,” Ryan admitted with a hint of a reminiscing smile.

“Hell yeah!” Dylan beamed, holding up his hand for a high five. Ryan happily granted him his request, the slap of palm against palm reverberating around the room. “Aw, man… How’d you think Scooby and the gang would handle the little mess we’re in?”

“Well… It’d end up being someone in disguise, so... They’d probably handle it better than we will.”

“Yeah… It’d be a pretty dark episode if Velma went to take off the mask and got her hand ripped off instead.” Dylan laughed, then stopped, bringing up his severed hand. “Oh, wait…”

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head at Dylan. “Now I kind of want to animate tonight as a Scooby-Doo episode.”

“Damn, that does sound cool… You better send it to me when you’re done!” Dylan insisted. “But when you draw me, can you draw me, like, super cute and handsome and stuff?”

“Sure,” Ryan agrees. “So just draw you as you are?”

“Heh, yeah,” Dylan absentmindedly answers, too focused thinking about the lingering feel of Ryan’s hand on his back to fully understand what Ryan had said. For about three seconds anyway, before it slammed into him like a freight train. “Wait, what--”

But Ryan was already heading further into the dark of the lodge, moving right past that little gem of a comment that had effectively blue-screened Dylan’s mind. “We should probably give this place a look over; see if there’s anything we can use.”

Dylan shook his head to clear his thoughts, heading over to Ryan’s side once again. “Uh, use how?”

“To defend ourselves. That thing might be coming after us, and if it is… we’ll have to do our best to fend it off. We’ve got the gun, but we should go and see what else might be in here. Maybe we’ll be lucky and find some silver or something…”

Dylan just nodded, keeping shoulder-to-shoulder with Ryan as they make their way over to the stairs of the lodge. “Silver, huh? So… Guess that means you believe Laura’s story now?”

Ryan comes to a stop, one foot placed on the first step of the stairs. Dylan stops with him, stepping back, perhaps a little concerned he had just brought up a sensitive subject. Ryan sighs quietly, stepping off the stairs and turning around to face Dylan. “I think… I think a part of me always believed it. I just… didn’t want to, I guess.”

“I’m guessing that’s something to do with Mr. H?” Dylan asks.

Ryan nods, eyes cast to the ground.

“Can I ask… What exactly is up with you and Mr. H? I mean, I know you guys are close, but… You always seemed private about it, so I didn’t want to ask, but with everyone going on…”

Ryan’s instinctual reaction to that question was to clam up and try to steer the conversation in a different direction — or end it entirely, in some cases. Yet for some reason, he found that urge to freeze up and avoid the topic just kind of… fading away at the way Dylan was looking at him. That Dylan was asking the question not because it was in some way ‘gossip’ or ‘entertainment’, but because… he was interested. Because he wanted to help.

“Chris helped me through a real shitty time in my life. Real shitty. With dad out of the picture, and mom… barely in the picture either, it was pretty much just me and Sarah. And… I guess I was lucky — am lucky — that my grandparents were willing to step in and help where they could, because otherwise… I’m not even sure if I would have made it here. When I first came to camp, I was still dealing with everything. Or, trying to, anyway. And Chris, he… He could see that I was struggling. When no one else could… he was there.

“I owe everything to Chris. And to Caleb, and… and Kaylee. They helped pull me out of a deep dark hole, and I just… wouldn’t be who I am without them. It’s all I’ve ever known Chris to do. To help others. It’s the reason he keeps this whole camp running, to help all the kids that pass through here, and now… Now everything is just so… fucked.”

Ryan closed his eyes, lowering his head with a deep sigh. “I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to believe that those things out there are Chris and Caleb. But I have to. Otherwise… People I care about are going to get hurt. More than they already are. And I can’t let that happen. Even if… Even if it means killing the one person I trusted most.”

Ryan glanced up at Dylan, taken aback by the amount of pain he saw there. Pain he knew was on his behalf. “Shit, Ryan… That’s… I’m so sorry, man. That’s a lot.”

“Yeah…”

“Do you…” Dylan pauses, hesitating for just a moment. “Do you need a hug?”

“No,” Ryan answers automatically with an awkward-sounding laugh. But if he was being truthful with himself… “Actually… Yeah. Yeah, I really do…”

There’s no more hesitation from Dylan’s end. The moment he finishes speaking, Dylan has stepped towards him and is tugging him forward, wrapping Ryan up in an embrace. For what felt like the first time tonight, since being at the fire, Ryan relaxes. His head was pressed against Dylan’s chest, Dylan’s heart rhythmically thumping just below his ear. Dylan had his chin rested atop Ryan’s head, eyes scrunched close, seeming like he needed the hug about as much as Ryan did. Neither of the boys cared that the other stunk of sweat and was covered in blood. All that mattered was the soothing warmth of the other pressed against them, and with it the reassurance that maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

“This seems like it’d be more comfortable without the shotgun pressed into my stomach…” Dylan’s voice rumbles from his chest, both the words and the vibration of it making Ryan huff in laughter. They reluctantly pulled away from each other, and Ryan hopes he’s able to convey with his eyes how much he appreciated Dylan for doing that.

And… how much he appreciated Dylan in general, really.

“Guess we better… take a look around, huh?” Dylan reminds him, gesturing with a flick of his head to the stairs.

“Yeah…” Ryan found himself rooted to the spot for a moment. And as he watched Dylan go, he became aware of… something settling in his chest. Something that had been making itself known at various points throughout the night, but he had sort of just… pushed it to the side. There had been more important things to focus on, like… not dying. And making sure Dylan doesn’t die. And Nick. Everyone, really.

But now… now it was kind of hard to ignore. And all kinds of scary. And still, it wasn’t exactly the right time to think about it, because the moon still hung in the sky and their lives were still held in the balance, and so…

Ryan does what he’s best at.

He pushes it aside, and he carries on.

* * *

4:00 | AUGUST 23 — RYAN

HACKETT’S QUARRY LODGE

Dylan was staring at him.

Ryan had felt his eyes on him for the past few minutes now. He could see him out of the corner of his eye, leaning against the barrier of the second floor, the imposing portrait of a long-dead Hackett looming behind him.

Ryan meanwhile was sat on the floor, back leaning against the wall opposite. He was rotating the ring in his hands over and over, a flash of silver reflecting off its polished surface from the sliver of moonlight filtering in through the blinds behind him.

“Are you looking at me, or the gun?” Ryan asks, eyes still locked onto the ring, said gun laid across his lap.

“Both. Both is the answer,” said Dylan. “But for the most part, definitely you.”

Ryan glances up to see that Dylan had pushed himself off the banister and was making his way over to him. He slid down next to Ryan with a sigh, wiping his sweaty, matted, blood-soaked hair off his forehead, a few stray hairs tickling his brow.

“So… You wanna tell me what you’re thinking about?” Dylan asks, looking over to the ring in Ryan’s hands. “I mean, you’ve been staring at that thing ever since you found it. Kinda seems like something’s bothering you about it. And if I’m overstepping, don’t be afraid to tell me to fuck off. Promise I won’t get upset.”

Dylan’s able to pull a little smile out of Ryan for that. Ryan inhales deeply, switching over the ring to his left hand and cradling it in his palm, letting Dylan get a good look at it. The Hackett family crest sits proudly atop the ring's centerpiece — the part of the ring that Ryan had been staring at.

“I think this belonged to one of Chris’s brothers. Or… another member of his family, I guess. Whoever it was that cut the power in here… And the phone lines…”

“And listened to us on the radio,” Dylan adds.

Ryan nods, closing his fingers around the ring. “I never actually met any of Chris’s family. Other than Caleb and Kaylee of course. I just know that they have a house somewhere out in the woods. Or, at least, his mom does. He’d…” Ryan paused, shaking his head. “That’s why he went there. Every other night, he’d sleep right here, in the lodge. Yet twice over camp, he’d head over to his mother's house, and… I never questioned why.”

“It’s not exactly like you’d be looking for a reason for it to be suspicious,” Dylan points out. “He always left you in charge on those nights, so I kinda assumed he was… testing you, in a way? See if you had what it takes to be a camp leader.”

Ryan huffs. “Like passing on the torch?”

“Sure. It’s not exactly a secret that you’re his favorite, Ryan. I dunno, maybe Caleb didn’t want to follow in his old man's footsteps, and it’s not exactly like Mr. H could run the camp forever.”

Ryan slowly nodded his head, peeling his fingers back to give the ring another look. He plucked it out of his hand, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger as he holds it up to the light. “You know what’s funny? Before… all of this, do you remember Chris asking me for help finding the mini-van keys?”

“Yeah, of course. I was kinda busy swooning over you offering to share your earphones with me.”

“Of course you’d remember that.”

“Never gonna forget it, Ryan.”

Ryan shook his head, stifling yet another smile as he lowered his hand back down — and the ring with it. “He actually wanted to talk to me about my ghost stories.”

“Like… the ones you were telling around the fire?”

“Yeah. He wanted me to stop. Said I was frightening the kids with them too much. I guess he was worried I was driving business away or something, but…” Ryan’s fingers curled tightly around the ring, the blunt edges of the metal digging into his palm. “He was worried about me telling ghost stories… While he was out there, turning into one of those fucking things. He was right here, Dylan. Twice. Twice over camp, every damn year. There are… there are fucking kids here, man. We were those kids once. Campers. Campers who put their trust in their camp leader, and… he was putting them at risk. Putting us at risk.”

Dylan didn’t say anything. Which, in all honesty, was probably the best thing he could do right now. Sometimes there weren’t any words of comfort to be found, rather… the best form of comfort was to simply be there. To lend an ear and just let someone rant.

“I feel like I don’t know him anymore…” Ryan whispered. “That’s just… not the Chris I knew. Or thought I knew, at least. And… fuck, and Caleb and Kaylee too, I… I never knew. All this time, they’d been keeping this from me. What if something had gone wrong while they were… hiding wherever they go while they’re in this state? What if what happened tonight happened over camp? If the full moon had been just one night earlier… All those kids, I…” Bile rose in Ryan’s throat at the thought. It would have been a downright massacre…

“I trusted him…” Ryan spat. “I trusted them. They were… they were like family. And now they feel like complete strangers.” Ryan released his painful grip around the ring, opening his hand to reveal the Hackett’s crest engraved into his skin, mocking him. “I used to look at this crest and feel… so much awe. There was something so cool about their long lineage, and the history that came with it. Now I look at it, and I… I just feel so… so angry. This crest, this ring, this camp, the quarry, the Hackett family… It’s all built on goddamn lies.”

“Not everything,” Dylan says softly. He reaches out for the ring, taking it out of Ryan’s hand and placing it on the ground next to him. Then he grabs hold of Ryan’s hand, pulling it towards him. “The memories that we made here, and the… the bonds that were formed? That’s all real.”

Ryan’s breath hitches as Dylan gently rubs his thumb over the mark in his skin, soothing the irritated skin. “At least… It felt pretty real to me,” Dylan adds.

Ryan looked at Dylan, that something unidentifiable growing in his chest once again. Dylan wasn’t looking back at him, but rather looking at their hands, every light brush of his thumb against Ryan’s hands sending Ryan’s pulse racing.

“It felt real to me, too.”

“Hey, I have an idea--” Dylan said so abruptly that it caught Ryan off guard. Dylan pulled his hand away from Ryan’s, grabbing the ring from the ground. “Looking at the ring makes you think of the Hackett’s right?”

“Uh… Sure?” Ryan answers, suffering some minor conversational whiplash.

“And obviously, thinking about them makes you upset.”

“...Yeah…”

“I think I’ve got a pretty good solution,” Dylan says. He pushes himself up so he’s standing, ring in hand, and Ryan only has a split second to realize what Dylan was about to do before he does it. Which means all he can get out is a “Wait, Dylan--” before Dylan has launched the ring… somewhere within the lodge. Ryan watches it go sailing into the darkness, Dylan wiping his hands together in a job well done.

“There. Ring’s gone.” Dylan heads back over to Ryan, dropping down next to him and retaking his previous seat. He turns his smiling face to Ryan, not quite expecting the blank stare he receives in return. His smile wavers somewhat, confidence in his plan diminishing. “I’m… sensing you didn’t want me to do that.”

“No.”

“Oh shit, was it… Did that hold more sentimental value than I thought it did?”

“No.”

“Oh. Then, why…” Dylan glances over in the general direction of where he had chucked the ring. Then, it clicks. He slowly turns his head back to Ryan, back to his blank face. “Wait, was that… was the ring made of silver?”

“I’m not sure. But I thought it’d be a good idea to keep hold of it just in case. Since we don’t have any silver.”

“Oh…” Dylan squeaks, eyes wide as the reality of his fuck up begins to sink in. Ryan couldn’t even find it in himself to be pissed, especially when Dylan looks right at him, half a wince on his face, and sheepishly goes. “Oops?”

Maybe it’s because it’s so late — or so early in the morning. Maybe it’s because of the stress that’s slowly been eating away at him over the past night. Or maybe because it’s just because it’s Dylan. But Ryan can only hold his apologetic gaze for a few seconds more, and then he cracks. The laughter that rips out of him takes Dylan by surprise —and takes him by surprise if he’s being honest. It’s the hardest he’s laughed in… He doesn’t even know. A long time. Too long. But then Dylan’s laughing too, likely set off by Ryan’s laughter, and that in turn just makes Ryan laugh even more.

It couldn’t even be called laughter at this point. No, they were both downright giggling. Ryan’s sore ribs ache with every shaking exhale of laughter, but he quickly decided the pain was worth it.

Eventually, their laughter begins to subside, tapering off until they’re both just smiling at each other in the dark of the lodge, Dylan’s warm gaze locked on his, and--

Oh.

Ryan knew what that feeling was now.

He wanted to kiss Dylan.

Ever since that moment by the fire, it had been there. Building and building as the night went on, as more time passed in Dylan’s company. With every word exchanged and every smile shared, it had been there in waiting. That’s what this was. It was longing. No, he didn’t just want to kiss Dylan. He wanted Dylan, full stop. Every fiber of his being yearned for him in a way that almost seemed to burn him from the inside out.

“Can I kiss you?”

Somehow, Dylan’s gaze becomes warmer at Ryan’s request, eyes softening around the edges. Ryan could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, eyes rapidly scanning across Ryan’s face as if to make sure this was some weird form of humor from Ryan. Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t trust his voice to get any intelligible words out. There was probably a joke in there, no doubt.

But then Dylan gives a subtle nod of his head, and that’s all Ryan needs. His hand comes up to caress Dylan’s chin, tilting his head slightly for a better angle as they lean towards each other. There’s a moment of hesitation where their lips are a hair’s breadth away, Dylan’s breath washing over his lips, both waiting to see if the other would change their minds and pull away.

The hesitation doesn’t last.

Ryan couldn’t tell you which one of them closed the gap. It was both of them, for all he knew. Both of them remove that last little piece of space, and then Dylan’s lips are on his, and it’s the sweetest craving he’s ever indulged in. It was a craving that had been set off by that game of ‘Truth Or Dare’. But this kiss was not like that one. There, surrounded by the excited cheers of his fellow friends and counselors — and their leering gazes — it had to be kept chaste. Past the bitterness of beer on each of their mouths, Ryan had only gotten a taste of Dylan buried underneath before he was pulling away, leaving Ryan with a tingling across his lips and a desire for more that he wouldn’t recognize until hours later.

Now, it was just them. No counselors. No ‘game’ being the reason for this. Ryan was kissing Dylan because he wanted to and, given the alluring press of Dylan’s mouth against his, he could only assume that Dylan wanted to, too.

Somewhere out in the distance, deep into the woods, a lone howl echoes between the trees. It’s far enough in the distance that they don’t have to worry about it yet, but loud enough that it pulls them apart. Ryan’s hand drops away from Dylan’s face, both of them turning towards the large windows behind them at the sound of the howl.

“Sounds like he un-squished himself from the car…” Dylan notes.

“Seems like it…” Ryan quietly agrees. He reaches into his pocket, and then stops, glancing up at Dylan. “Do you trust me?”

“Ryan, I need you to realize how weird of a question that is to ask someone after you’ve kissed them,” Dylan answers, a little alarmed by where this was all going. “But yeah, of course I do. A hundred percent.”

“Good.” Ryan pulls out a small vial from his pocket, the dark liquid inside staining the sides of the glass container red. There’s a small cork jammed into the opening, which Ryan yanks out with a ‘pop’.

“Hey… I’ve seen that somewhere before…” Dylan says, head tilted to the side as he regards the strange item. “Back in the, uh… in the tree, by the radio hut. I mean, that one was empty, but it looks the same, and--” Dylan pauses, face scrunching up in disgust as a particularly pungent smell wafts over from the newly opened bottle. “Yep, smells about the same too…”

Ryan cups his hand into a bowl shape, pouring a small amount of the foul-smelling liquid into his palm. He dips his fingers into it, coating them with red, and looks up at Dylan. “I should warn you, this is gonna be pretty gross… You might want to close your eyes.”

“Um… okay…?” Dylan does as he’s told, eyes falling shut at Ryan’s… suggestion? Command? Either one worked, he guessed. Ryan reaches his hand forward, the first gentle brush of his fingers against Dylan’s cheek making Dylan flinch, not yet expecting the touch. He soon relaxes as Ryan continues to wipe the contents of the vial around his face. Though, that’s not to say he doesn’t have to fight hard not to gag as the repulsive smell gets stronger and stronger with every fresh layer applied.

“Is it weird I have this urge to sing that song from ‘The Lion King’?” Dylan mumbles, peeking an eye open to watch Ryan as he slowly drags a thumb over Dylan’s forehead, leaving a trail of red in his wake. “Caaaaaannnnnn You Feeeeeeellll The Loooovvvvee Toniiiiiight…”

Ryan’s shoulders and arms shake with restrained laughter at Dylan’s crowing, coming alarmingly close to poking Dylan in the eye. “Wrong song, dude.”

“Pfft, you don’t think I know that?” Dylan counters. “It’s just that I’m physically incapable of singing ‘The Circle Of Life’ without belting it, and I get a feeling that might attract some unwanted attention, so…”

“Good call.” Ryan finishes the last of his ‘artwork’, pulling his hands away from Dylan’s face to get a better look. Nearly the entirety of Dylan’s face had been coated — which wasn’t too hard given his face had already been covered in specks of his own and Nick’s blood. But… that type of blood wasn’t what would help him. The vial that would help him had been emptied and laid discarded by Ryan’s side.

“As much as I love a man of mystery, that did very much feel like a ritual of some sort, and I’m kinda worried you’ve just inducted me into some sort of cult. Oh my God, I’m in a cult, aren’t I… Is that what tonight’s been? Like a test? Holy fu-- This was like a hazing or an initiation, wasn’t it?”

“No, dude. Jesus…” Ryan wipes his hand across his jeans, doing his best to clean away the remnants of blood sticking to his hands. Then, he leans to the side to dig his hand back into his jeans pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had been torn from a notebook and folded neatly into a compact square.

“I found this note with the ring. Whoever dropped the ring dropped most of the contents of his pockets with it, I guess.”

Dylan’s eyes flickered between the piece of paper and Ryan. “Okay… And that’s connected to you smearing some disgusting ass stuff on my face because…?”

“It’s from Chris, to one of his brothers. He was asking them to stop leaving vials of werewolf blood near the camp.”

“Werewolf blood…?” Dylan’s furrowed brow smoothed out as he made the connection, eyes widening in horror. “Ryan… Please tell me you didn’t cover my face in werewolf blood…”

“I did.”

“Why?! And -- where did you even get werewolf blood from?!”

“The hunter dude that was trying to drag Nick away after he got attacked dropped it when I shot him. I just sort of pocketed it, but I forgot I had it until I found this letter. And in the letter, it… Chris wrote that ‘he knows they need it to cover their scent, but he’d appreciate it if they started storing it further out into the woods and away from camp, since it was only a matter of time before a curious kid or a nosy counselor found one of them and started asking questions they wouldn’t have answers to.' ”

Ryan handed the letter over to Dylan, letting him have a read-over for himself. Dylan gave the words a quick glance, finding mostly what Ryan had said. “…Cover their scent? What does that even mean? Like it’s some camouflage against…?” Dylan trailed off, looking at Ryan over the top of the paper.

“Yeah… Seems like if you’re covered in their blood, they don’t sense you or something. Explains why they poured blood over Jacob now.”

“Shit, Ryan, you- you should have used that for yourself!” Dylan spluttered. “Why… Why didn’t you tell me? If you found the letter and knew that’s what it does, why did you--?”

“Because if I told you what it was, then you would have refused it,” Ryan answers calmly. “You would be doing what you’re doing now, which is to insist that I use it.”

“Uh… yeah. You’re damn right I would,” Dylan said, looking and sounding understandably pissed.

“Exactly. So I didn’t tell you. Look, I have the gun, okay?” Ryan says, patting the gun in his lap. “I have my own form of protection. You don’t have anything. I had to do something to keep you safe.”

Dylan sighed, bringing up his last remaining hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose, eyes scrunched tight. “Dammit, Ryan… How the hell do you manage to piss me off and make me like you more? I mean, objectively I understand that you just did a very selfless thing that could potentially save my life. But on the other hand, if you die, I will kill you.”

“Uh…?” Ryan raised a finger.

“I know,” Dylan snapped. “I’ll find a way…”

Ryan chuckled softly, craning his arm at a somewhat awkward angle to place a hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay, Dylan. We’re gonna make it out of this, alright?”

Dylan nodded, though his eyes didn’t quite hold the same confidence. Ryan’s hand slid from his shoulder, grabbing hold of the barrel of the shotgun while the other reached behind him to press against the wall, helping to push himself up so he was standing. Dylan’s eyes followed him, brow dipped at why Ryan had decided to stand.

“You should… probably start moving,” Ryan says, holding out a hand to help Dylan up.

“...Start moving where?” Dylan takes his hand, getting up to his feet with Ryan’s help.

“You remember the trap door in… in Chris’s office?” Ryan asks. “It lead down to the basement, right? Into the storm shelter? You can stay down there with Abi and Emma while--”

“Stop right there,” Dylan interjected. “I see where this is going, and I don’t like it.”

Ryan took a hand off the shotgun to throw up in the air. “What? What’s not to like?”

“That you’re doing this again! It shouldn’t be ‘you can stay down there’, it should be ‘we can stay down there’. You can’t expect me to go down there and hide while you’re out here risking your life!”

“Someone has to stay up here and defend the place, Dylan! And it’s not going to be you. Not in your condition. Best thing for you is to get someplace safe until this is all over.”

Dylan flinched back as if Ryan had actually struck him, shaking his head in disbelief at what he’d just heard. “Seriously? Have I… Have I not proven myself useful at all tonight? Is that really how you see me? Like I’m… Like I’m weak? Like I’m someone who needs to be saved--”

“No! That’s… that’s not what this is, Dylan--” Ryan tries to defend himself, but to no avail.

“--Because I think I proved myself perfectly fucking capable when I saved your goddam life back at the scrapyard--”

“Yes, you did! I’m just saying--”

“And I said I didn’t want the pity! Especially not from you!”

“This isn’t pity--”

“Then what the hell is it if not--”

“This is me fucking scared, okay?” Ryan reaches his boiling point, words coming out a bit louder than he intended. “Because maybe I’m scared of losing you too!”

Any anger Dylan felt washed away at Ryan’s confession. And despite Ryan being able to see the fight physically drain away from Dylan’s expression, he continued on, still clinging onto his own anger — or more accurately, his own fear, displaying itself in a different way. “Because the thought of you dead, when I could have done something to prevent it? It would break me. I would blame myself every damn day after. So yeah, excuse me for wanting to keep you safe, but I can’t lose you.”

Ryan's chest heaved with each harsh breath, every muscle in his body coiled up and tense. There was still fire burning in his eyes as he stared at Dylan, but he doesn't find any of it looking back at him. There was still some irritation lingering there, but for the most part, there was understanding.

"You're going to kiss me again, aren't you?" Dylan breaks the tension.

"Yes," Ryan says, storming towards Dylan with perhaps the most conviction Dylan’s seen or heard from him tonight. Ryan has to reach up, curling a hand around the back of Dylan’s neck to pull him down. A bolt of lightning meets the ground the same time their lips meet, and Dylan would blame the crash of thunder that comes with it for the way his heart jumps in his chest.

This kiss… definitely wasn’t like the one by the fire, or the one that came just before. This one was desperate. Needy — Ryan’s lips speaking more of his truth than just his words could. Dylan’s hands — hand and a stub — had drifted up to rest on Ryan’s waist, the fingers of his left hand curled into Ryan’s shirt, fingertips lightly grazing across his hip. The shotgun in Ryan’s hand was now held loosely by his side, pointed down to the ground, and if they were not in such a dire situation, he would wish nothing more than to be rid of the thing and use his hand for other purposes.

Eventually, they have to break away for air. Though apparently they can’t keep too far away from each other as Ryan rests his forehead against Dylan’s, seemingly not bothered about the blood coating Dylan’s face.

“If that’s how you feel?” Dylan breaks the silence, his grip on Ryan’s waist tightening. “Then you know exactly why I can’t leave you behind, either.”

Ryan dipped his head, pulling away from Dylan with a slow nod. “Yeah… Yeah, I know. Just… If anything happens… Stay close to me, okay?”

Dylan smiled. “Like you even have to ask.”

The howl that rang out quickly wiped the smile off both their faces. That howl did not sound far away. In fact, it sounded like it was right on their doorsteps. Dylan and Ryan look over to the windows of the lodge, finding nothing but darkness there. No more lightning. No more rain.

No more protection.

Nothing stopping the wolves from attacking.

“Alright…” Ryan releases the latch of the shotgun, double checking there’s a shell loaded. He snaps the front end of the shotgun back into place with a satisfying ‘click’, determined eyes focusing on Dylan.

“Let’s get this over with.”

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