#but I’m so USED to it being like YES HELLO ARE YOU READY TO WANDER THROUGH A CAVE FULL OF ENEMIES FOR WEEKS

[stevie-petey]

episode three: the pollywog

Steve looks over at you, not necessarily amused, but flattered nonetheless. “You know my class schedule?” A blush spreads across your face as you look away from him, but Steve still sees it and something flutters in his chest. He’s always thought you were pretty when you blushed, but you’re even prettier when he’s the reason why. “I pay attention,” you dodge.

Summary: you lecture jonathan about daddy issues and then have an intellectual debate about healthy relationships, you play Mr. Love Dr with Steve, nancy and jonathan go on a sick side quest (and actually inform you this time !), meanwhile: you're about to put a leash on your damn brother.

Rating: general, some curing

Warnings: use of y/n, fem!reader, cursing, slight reference to billy being mean and trauma

Words: 6.7k

Before you swing in: hello ! my first day of spring semester is tomorrow, so here's a quick lil chapter for yall :) i wont have a lot of time to update as frequently anymore, but i promise i will continue to update as much as i can <3 in the meantime, enjoy this chapter n have a lovely day my dears !!

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Like most mornings, you’re up and ready before Dustin has even woken up.

“Dustin! C’mon, wake up! Jonathan will be here soon and–” You try to open your brother’s door, but it’s locked. “What the–? Dustin! Hello?”

You begin pounding on his door, trying and failing to get in, and right as you’re about to break the door down, your mom comes in from the kitchen. “Y/N, Dusty has already left.”

“Left? Like, he went to school already?” No way in hell that kid has just decided to get up and ready for school any earlier than he needed to. That kid could sleep thirty hours if given the chance.

“Yup! He left pretty early this morning, said he had a test to study for.” Your mom says as she wanders back towards the kitchen to make her usual cup of coffee.

“Huh,” you’re starting to worry that maybe Dustin is hiding something. First he blocked the door from you last night, now he’s supposedly leaving early for some test? He’s hiding something, you know he is. What worries you, though, is that Dustin hasn’t felt the need to hide anything from you since the whole El fiasco.

Which hadn’t ended well.

As you’re lost in thought, mentally going through Dustin’s actions these last few days, Jonathan walks through your front door, keys in hand.

“Hey, bug. Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you shake your head to clear any more thoughts. You’ll interrogate Dustin later. “Let me grab my bag, one sec.”

Jonathan nods before he’s attacked by your mom, who pulls him into a hug squeals. “Jonathan!”

“You saw me last night, Mrs. Henderson.” He pats her back awkwardly, mouthing “help me” towards you, but you only laugh and grab your bag from your room.

As soon as you have your stuff, you and Jonathan head out. You sneak some glances at him while he drives, memories from last night crashing back. The party… Well, who could’ve seen any of that coming? Considering how shitty the night turned out, Jonathan looks better at least. However, the bruises on his knuckles make you frown.

“I’m sorry about Billy,” you say, grabbing the bruised hand. His skin is rough against yours, but familiar all the same.

Jonathan gives you an incredulous look. “You’re sorry?”

“Yes…?”

“Bug, no. We aren’t doing this.” He shakes his head, pulling his hand away to run it through his hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Billy was being a piece of shit, you needed my help, so I did what any sane person would do.”

You’re silent, not used to having such aggression from Jonathan aimed at you. He’s not necessarily mad at you, but you and him have had some issues in the past about stuff like this. You’ve always apologized for other people’s actions, as if you getting hurt is somehow always your fault. He hates that you do it.

You hate that you always do it. But you can’t help it, it’s almost second nature at this point.

Jonathan, reading your mind, sighs. His anger dissipates and he grabs your hand now, kissing your knuckles softly. “I’m sorry for yelling. I just… You mean the world to me, Y/N. I love you, I will always be there for you. I’d punch Billy a million more times if I needed to, without you ever having to ask me.”

“I know, but–”

“If you feel guilty I will pull this car over and shake your pretty little head until I finally knock some sense into it.”

Finally, you laugh. “Now that’s just dramatic.”

“Do I need to pull over?”

“No,” you raise your hands up in surrender. “I’ll shut up now.”

Jonathan nods his head. “Good, just the way I like it.”

You smack his chest, and he fake screams in pain. He makes a show of it, hunching himself over while he drives and clutches at his chest, which you giggle at. He’s laughing as well, and it’s one of your “normal” moments that have become so few and far between. Just you and Jonathan, giggling in his car early in the morning as you drive to school, your laughter is just enough to keep the two of you warm.

Jonathan’s ladybug ring catches the morning light and the bee wrapped around your neck buzzes against your skin.

But “normal” never lasts long anymore, and you remember Nancy’s drunken eyes from last night and Steve’s loneliness in his voice when he asked you why everyone keeps leaving him. The memories cause your giggles to fade off, the small moment of joy now gone.

Jonathan sees your mood change and, because he’s always on the same page as you, purses his lips. “So… It’s now tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, remembering telling him last you’d talk about Steve and Nancy tomorrow. “It’s now tomorrow.”

“Why’d you insist on driving Steve home?”

The question is innocent enough, but you sense that how you answer it could change things. “He was upset.”

“Sure, but you almost bit my head off when I last asked about that guy. Then you wanted to drive him home?” Jonathan keeps his eyes on the road ahead of him, though he clenches his jaw ever so slightly. But you see it. You always see it.

“Bee… I had to, okay? Please, can we just leave it at that?” You don’t want to talk about your fucking feelings with the first boy you’ve ever loved, the boy who doesn’t love you back.

Jonathan swallows, takes another deep breath, and then nods. “I took Nancy home, like Steve asked. She was… Very drunk. Had to carry her into bed.”

“I’m sorry about that, too.”

“You didn’t shove alcohol down her throat.”

“No, but I did encourage her to go to that stupid party while she was fighting with Steve.”

“Steve and Nancy have been fighting?”

Shit. You forgot that Jonathan didn’t know.

“Okay, yes” you say, but right as Jonathan’s eyes light up, you’re quick to backtrack. “But if I tell you anything else, you have to swear to keep it between us. Got it?”

“I won’t say a word.”

You sigh, really hoping you aren’t breaking Nancy’s trust. Technically, she hadn’t asked you to keep your conversation from yesterday private, but… It feels wrong telling Jonathan about it. “Nancy and Steve have been fighting, yes, but not in the way you’d think.”

You’ve arrived at school, so Jonathan quickly parks the car before motioning for you to keep talking. “Go on, I’m curious now.”

“God, you’re a worse gossip than I am. Anyways, she’s mad at Steve for brushing off Barb’s death, in a sense. But also, like… Steve isn’t really brushing off Barb’s death? I think he just wants to help Nancy, those are his intentions, but he doesn’t know how. He thinks dinner dates, going to parties, and spending a lot of time together will get her mind off of things.”

Jonathan scoffs. “Well, babying Nancy won’t help.”

“I know, and you’re right, but Nancy should have expressed this to Steve better, don’t you think? I mean, we don’t know what happened last night, but it seems like she tried drinking away her anger towards him rather than actually talking to him.”

“And how can we know Steve wouldn’t just run away or something? Actually be up for it, be proactive rather than retroactive. It seems like Nancy needs to do something about Barb’s death.”

Frustration builds within you. “And what good does assuming something actually do? Assuming that Steve wouldn’t listen is wholly unfair and honestly, a bit rude. He’s her boyfriend, she can’t just assume he wouldn’t care. Steve has done everything he can to show he cares, that he loves her, so I think Nancy should be the one to voice her feelings and let him know what she needs. What she wants.”

Jonathan looks away. “And what should Nancy want, bug?”

You’re silent.

Somehow, you and Jonathan aren’t fighting about Steve and Nancy anymore.

“I… I don’t know.” You look out the window, watching as students pass by.

After a tense silence, Jonathan tries to crack a joke. “Oh, you’ll laugh at this! Caught Bob sneaking out the house like some shameful teenage boy this morning.”

You turn towards him now. “Why would I laugh at that? I think it’s sweet, your mom seems happy.”

“Sure, but…” Jonathan’s smile falters, not expecting you to be so stoic as a reaction. “He’s kinda a loser, you gotta admit.”

“Jonathan Byers, I literally had to save you from bullies, five times my size, as a girl, when we were twelve.”

“Okay, I didn’t mean it like that–”

“You should be nicer about Bob. He’s a good guy, he actually cares about you, Will, and your mom. After the hell you guys went through with Lonnie, you should be appreciative of Bob.” You’re so angry now, your fists shake with rage. “You have a healthy father figure in your life now, which I would kill to give Dustin, and even if you don’t like him, you’re luckier for it.”

Jonathan is quiet. He’s staring down at his steering wheel in shame, and you feel bad for snapping so suddenly. You aren’t sorry for your anger towards him, his attitude towards Bob has been bothering you for a while. However, it doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch about it just because of your own issues surrounding shitty dads.

“I’m sorry, bee. You have a right to feel uncomfortable about the change, but I just think you should give Bob a chance. I like the guy.” You offer, looking over at your friend tentatively.

“No, you’re right. I know you are, it just takes some getting used to, I guess.” He grabs your hand, gives it a squeeze as if to tell you it’s all good now, and you squeeze his hand back.

“Great drive to school today,” you quip.

Jonathan laughs. “God, I think I had about five heart attacks during those conversations.”

The tension leaves the car. Then, slowly, the warmth creeps back in as you and Jonathan once again start laughing. You’re not sure why you’re even laughing, but you’re happy that you are.

–

Jonathan walks you to your locker, as he always does, and before he turns to head to his, you notice how quiet it is in the hallway. You look over at Nancy’s locker, which somehow always manages to be near yours every year, and frown when you don’t see her.

“There’s a suspicious lack of Nancy and Steve making out against her locker this morning.” You tell Jonathan.

He looks around and notices you’re right. The two of you share a concerned glance, knowing that their absence can’t mean anything good for the couple.

“Should we go look for them?” He asks, but you’re already heading towards the parking lot to find Steve. “Y/N!”

“Go find Nancy!” You call behind you, speeding up. “I’ll meet you at first period!”

Steve’s car is hard to miss in the parking lot. Hawkins isn’t necessarily a flashy town. No one else besides the Harringtons owns a fancy BMW. You approach the car and spot Steve sitting in the front, his head ducked down as if no one can see his massive red car and easily identify him.

Idiot.

Steve is having a rough week, so he’s spent the last five minutes in his car debating on whether or not he can afford to skip his first class. Reasonably speaking, his dad would kill him. He already has shit grades and he’s missed three college application deadlines. All he has left is Tech. However, his girlfriend told him last night she doesn’t love him and Billy embarrassed him in front of everyone last night.

Plus Nancy left with Jonathan, which everyone saw.

He told him to take her, but still.

Pretty embarrassing.

Yup. Alright. He’s going home.

Steve reaches over for his keys to turn the car on, but before he can, a knock on his window stops him. He looks up, scared Billy will be there, but instead he sees you and he’s not sure if his day just got better or worse.

“Let me in, dingus.” Your voice is light, but still stern, and yeah. Steve’s day just got better.

He unlocks the door and you silently get into the passenger seat. As you get settled in, he thinks about the first time he ever had you in his car. It feels like a lifetime ago, Steve’s heart had been beating wildly taking the risk of offering you a ride.

It had been the start of something, he could feel it.

But then you left him that summer without another word, as if nothing had happened between the two of you. As if Steve hadn’t slowly come to find himself opening up to someone, trusting that you’d let him be whoever he wanted; he could just be Steve around you, not King Steve or even perfect boyfriend Steve.

Now Steve’s hiding out in his car, no longer King Steve or even good fucking boyfriend Steve, and instead of his girlfriend seeking him out to comfort him, it’s you. Because of course it’s you.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hi.”

“You know that senior study hall is inside the school, right?”

Steve looks over at you, not necessarily amused, but flattered nonetheless. “You know my class schedule?”

A blush spreads across your face as you look away from him, but Steve still sees it and something flutters in his chest. He’s always thought you were pretty when you blushed, but you’re even prettier when he’s the reason why.

“I pay attention,” you dodge.

Steve wants to tease you some more, play into the banter he missed the most when the two of you weren’t talking, but his heart isn’t in it. Nancy’s words kept him up all night. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could hear was her telling him that she didn’t love him. After he did everything he possibly could’ve done right, it still hadn’t been enough.

“Did Nancy get home okay?”

You give him a small smile. “Yeah, I just talked to Jonathan about it.”

Relief floods through Steve. At least that’s one thing he hadn’t fucked up last night. “Good… I’m glad then.”

He awkwardly clears his throat and looks away again. He doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. He feels lost, floating through his morning. Nothing has felt real since yesterday in the library with Nancy, when she had been looking up at him with those eyes he’s always been weak for.

“Any particular reason you’re hiding out in your car?”

Steve lets out a bitter laugh. “You were there last night. You know what happened.”

“Actually, I don’t.” You see the disbelief on Steve’s face and quickly correct yourself. “I mean, I remember you saying something about Nancy but… I don’t want to assume, so…”

Now you’re the one looking away in shame, and Steve watches as you nervously fiddle with your fingers and bite your lip. You’re trying. Though Steve still isn’t sure how to feel about you, how much to test this new compromise between you two, this “friendship”, Steve knows he has to at least try as well.

He takes a deep breath. “Nancy… She isn’t in love with me.”

A beat of silence passes.

“Steve, I mean, are you sure–”

“Pretty fucking sure, Y/N. Unless you think someone telling their boyfriend ‘like we’re in love’ means she’s madly in love with him.”

Another beat of silence passes. Steve can see the pity in your eyes, and he hates it. He fucking hates this, feeling so pathetic and small.

Then, your hand slowly intertwines with his and the anger in Steve’s chest lessens a bit. “I know my words don’t mean anything, but… Nancy not being in love with you has nothing to do with you as a person.”

Something untangles in Steve’s chest; you’ve reassured him of something he hadn’t even known had been his fear. How do you always seem to decipher what he’s feeling before he can?

“How do you know?” Steve has never felt so small before.

You shrug, but there’s a calculated nonchalance to it that he can easily see. “Because I know you. You’re frustratingly charming, Harrington.”

Steve laughs, something he didn’t even know he was able to do anymore. “That’s your takeaway here?”

“Mhm,” you squeeze his hand and Steve has never felt this grounded before by such a small action. “I say you need to talk to Nancy, I mean really talk to her. No more half truths and appeasements. I think she does love you, in her own way, but the circumstances aren’t on your guys’ side. I mean, she went through hell and back last year, Barb’s death anniversary is soon.”

You pause for a moment and frown, which Steve has come to learn means you’re carefully choosing which words to say next. “I want you to know, no, I need you to know, that this has nothing to do with you. Okay?”

Steve wants to believe you, god he really wants to, but even he can see the blaring irony of you telling him that Nancy’s lack of love for him has nothing to do with him personally. You, the girl he came to trust more than anyone else in this awful town, ditched him in the same manner. Steve’s the common denominator there. He’s always the one left behind.

“Look, I appreciate what you’re saying, but the words don’t mean a whole lot coming from you right now,” Steve tells you, and he hates the way your eyes darken, as if guarding yourself from him. “I know we agreed on being friends again, but I just… I need some time.”

You nod, as if you expected something like that from Steve, and he almost wants to just drive away with you in the car and pretend that nothing else exists. Instead, he clears his throat, his tongue feels heavy and his throat threatens to close up, but he forces himself to get the words out. “I want to be alone, please.”

He really doesn’t want to be alone, but his brain is swimming in confusion and you’re still holding his hand and Steve just needs a moment to himself to just breathe.

“Of course,” you tell him, because of course you listen and understand. “You know where to find me, yeah?”

Steve nods. He does.

“Bye, Y/N.”

You give him a small wave in response, close the car door, and then make your way back to the high school.

Steve watches you fade into the distance.

He’s alone again.

–

Jonathan makes it to first period with only seconds to spare. He throws himself into his seat next to you with panting breaths. Your history teacher, Mrs. Kent, drones through attendance without having noticed anything.

“I couldn’t find Nancy.” Jonathan whispers, before his name is called and he quickly raises his hand and says, “Here.”

You glance at the chalkboard and then flip your textbook to the page scrawled on it. “I found Steve wallowing in his car, alone. Guess he didn’t drive Nancy to school?”

“Seems a bit harsh.”

“May I remind you of the time you threw a jacket at my face and then screamed at me that we aren’t family? All because you felt guilty about taking naked photos of Nancy?”

Jonathan drops his head onto the desk, letting out a groan. “I’m never living that down, am I?”

You keep your eyes on the board, taking a few notes. “Nope.”

Class starts up now, so the topic is left alone. The school day passes on, you and Jonathan separating for your own classes after history is done. The day drags on for a while, though you hear a few whispers in the hall about how Jonathan had taken home a drunk Nancy.

“God, it’s like she loves the attention.” One girl giggles with her friend while you’re at your locker.

Her friend rolls her eyes. “Please, as if anyone would choose Byers over Steve Harrington.”

“I’m more of a Wheeler fan myself,” you tell the girls, not even sparing them a glance. “Now, why don’t we all just shut up and move away from my locker?”

The girls scurry away, fear in their eyes, and you simply shake your head at them. Why is Nancy always the one those girls gossip about? Objectively speaking, Steve has done much more heinous things than getting a ride home from a friend while drunk.

Jonathan kisses your cheek as he walks up from behind you, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey, bug. Lunch at my car today?”

“Ugh, it’s such a nice day today, I’d love to.” You grab your lunch from your locker. Once you have it, you link your arm through Jonathan’s. “Guide the way, good sir.”

“Yes ma’am.”

–

Nancy is leaning against Jonathan’s car when you walk outside.

Her shoulders are slouched and you can see the unease on her face. She looks tired, too. A few people walk by her and stare, whispering as they go, and you really hate high schoolers sometimes.

When you make it to Jonathan’s car, Nancy holds her lunch bag up awkwardly. “Can I join you guys?”

“I’m sure we can make some room.” You tell her, which she smiles at.

It takes some adjusting, but eventually the three of you manage to fit on the front of the car. You sit on the roof, your legs dangling off of the side, while Nancy and Jonathan take the front. The early November sun beats down on you three, but the cool breeze makes the sting less painful. It’s a lovely day, all things considered.

You’re nibbling on your sandwich when Nancy exhales deeply and turns to you. “Y/N, you’d always tell me the truth, right?”

“Depends,” you take another bite out of your food. “What is this in reference to?”

“Last night… I don’t remember what I did.”

There’s a certain shame in her eyes that tells you she encountered Steve before retreating to Jonathan’s car. “You spoke to Steve this morning, I take it?”

She looks at you, surprised. “How did you–”

“We talked to him last night.” Jonathan cuts her off, looking between you and Nancy nervously. He’s not sure where you, her, and Steve all fall in regards to each other.

“So, he asked you to take me home?” Nancy faces him now, and you go back to eating.

“Yeah. Yeah, I mean he was upset…” He glances at you briefly before looking back at Nancy. “I mean, he was really upset.”

“I don’t blame him.” You cut in, mouth full of chips you stole from Jonathan.

He sends you glare and keeps talking. “But he was still worried about you, Nance.”

Nancy drops her head down and a part of you feels bad for the quip. She really does look ashamed, but you distinctly remember warning her about this exact thing last year in the school’s shed. She had tried telling you there wasn’t anything between her and Jonathan, and all you could tell her was that Steve didn’t deserve to be lied to or cheated on.

Guess she only kept one end of that bargain.

Jonathan sees that she’s upset and he softens his voice, scooting closer to her. “Hey, you need to cut yourself some slack, okay? People say stupid things when they’re wasted. Things they don’t mean.”

You bite your tongue. Hard. If you allow yourself to speak, you won’t be able to guarantee it’ll be anything nice. Sure, being drunk can influence some words to slip out, but cruelly telling your boyfriend of over a year that you don’t love him is something you can’t defend. Not when Nancy had other chances to tell Steve.

Nancy whips her head up. “Yeah, but that’s the thing. What if I did mean it? All this time, I’ve been trying so hard to pretend like everything’s fine, but it’s not.”

You and Jonathan share a look. He seems more curious, you can feel the anger burning through your eyes.

“No offense, Nance.” You wipe your hands on a napkin and force the girl to look at you. “But this is really something that you should be talking to Steve about. Remember our conversation from last year?”

Nancy looks down again in shame. “You’re right, I know you are, but… I don’t know. I feel like there’s this…” She pauses, trying to figure out how to explain her thoughts, but Jonathan finishes for her.

“Like there’s this weight you’re carrying around with you. All the time. I feel it, too.” He says, then he flicks your leg. “Y/N does as well. She tries to hide it, but I know she feels it as much as I do.”

Now it’s you who turns away, embarrassed and ashamed. Clearly you haven’t been so good at hiding your neverending guilt over Will.

“Yeah, but it’s different for you guys. Will came home.” Nancy says.

You open your mouth to speak, to correct the girl’s horrible viewpoint, but Jonathan surprises you by correcting her himself. “Yeah, he did. But he’s not the same. I try to be there for him, you know, to help him, but… I don’t know.”

“Dustin still has nightmares.” You admit, which Jonathan hadn’t known.

“I thought those went away, bug.”

You shake your head at him. “No… If anything, they’ve only gotten worse. Some nights he sleeps in my bed, says I calm him down, but I just… I feel horrible, knowing I left them alone that night at the middle school. The things he saw… god.”

Nancy and Jonathan sigh, understanding how painful the weight of guilt can feel.

A silence follows your confession.

Then, because you hate when there’s silence, you try to go back to the previous topic. “Anyways, Nancy, what we’re trying to say is that we understand. And I’m sure Steve will, too. He was also there that night, at Jonathan’s. You should talk to him, explain the weight within you. Steve, he…”

You find yourself pausing, unsure if what you’re about to tell Nancy is something Steve would want you to keep between you two, but he misses her. He loves her, so you try to fix whatever you can between them. “He thinks he did something wrong, that he’s unlovable. It isn’t fair to make someone feel that way.”

Nancy sighs. “I didn’t know that.”

“I know, but now that you do, you should probably do something about it. You guys can still go back to how things were.”

Jonathan frowns. “What if things can’t go back to the way they were? I mean, Will still thinks he’s in the Upside Down sometimes. I’ve seen the way Dustin gets scared when he hears a loud noise.”

A phantom pain shoots through your ankle. It’s long since healed, but sometimes memories from last year still sting. As you’re absentmindedly rubbing at it, Nancy notices and starts to get upset.

“Doesn’t that make you mad?”

“Mad?” You and Jonathan ask at the same time.

Nancy seems to almost come back to life, her anger now bringing energy back into her. “Yeah, that those… Those people who did this, who ruined so many lives, they just get away with it.”

“The people responsible for this, they’re dead.” Jonathan gently reminds her.

Nancy leans in close, bitterness in her voice as she narrows her eyes. “Do you really believe that?”

Jonathan frowns again and you do the same. If you’re being honest, you were also pretty skeptical about the whole evil scientists at Hawkin’s Lab all dying. Seemed like a pretty convenient thing to happen. But what else are you supposed to believe?

Nancy looks between you and Jonathan and sighs again. You know she’s upset by your unwillingness to look further, to question everything, but then you watch as her eyes drift towards some kid with his headphones and his walkman. Something shifts in her gaze and you know immediately that she’s thought of something.

You scoot closer in a hurry. “Nancy, whatever it is–”

“Your mom’s boyfriend,” she looks over at Jonathan. “He works at RadioShack, right?”

“Yeah… Why?” Jonathan looks over at you as if you have any possible explanation, and you just shrug at him. “What are you thinking?”

“Do you wanna skip fourth period?”

Immediately you hop down from the car. “No. Nope. Not happening. We aren’t doing this again.”

Nancy groans at you. “Y/N, I haven’t even explained my plan to you yet.”

“Okay, go on. Explain it, so I can then say no.”

Nancy does as she’s told, and it’s a fucking brilliant plan. You know it’ll work, and that’s why you can’t do it. Buying a tape recorder, planting a fake meetup with Barb’s mom to con the Hawkin’s Lab people into taking them in, and then recording whatever they confess to take it to the detective Barb’s parents hired.

It’s a genius plan, but you can’t leave the kids behind for that long.

“I can’t go.”

Jonathan looks disappointed. “Bug, don’t you want to make those assholes pay?”

“I do,” you reassure him. “But I can’t afford to leave the kids behind for two whole days. I mean, last time I did they opened a portal to another dimension. And Dustin has been acting weird lately, and Will’s been having those episodes more and more and I just… What if it’s happening again?”

Your voice shakes a bit with fear, and Jonathan pulls you into him. “We don’t know that.”

“But what if it is? Who would be there for them? We can’t just leave them to suffer the consequences alone while we’re trying to avenge them.”

While you’re still wrapped in Jonathan’s arms, Nancy rests her own hand against your shoulder. “I would feel better knowing the kids are in good hands. You’ve always been their biggest advocate.”

You thank the girl, but Jonathan still seems unsure about leaving you behind. “What about you? Who’s gonna be there for you if something happens?”

There, hidden underneath his words, you know he’s really asking how can I protect you if you aren’t within arm’s reach?

You bury your face into his chest, and Nancy seems to get the message and looks away. When you have some privacy, you look up at Jonathan. “I’ll be okay, bee. I promise. We can call every day you’re away, nothing will go uncommunicated this time. No secrets. You’ll be home in no time and I’ll be right here, safe and sound.”

He kisses your head. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I should be telling you that.”

“Y/N…” he isn’t laughing, and you can hear how fast his heart is pounding. He’s terrified to leave you behind, but you know that this is what you have to do.

“I love you, and I’ll be right here. Come home to me, alright?”

“I will.” He promises, and you look into his eyes and see all the warmth and sincerity that you’ve come to love so much, and you believe him.

After a few moments, you finally pull away from him. You clear your throat and turn towards Nancy. “Okay, now that we’ve got that settled, I’m assuming I’m covering for y’all?”

She nods. “If you wouldn’t mind, can I tell my mom I’m at your place?”

“Duh, and Jonathan,” you flick his forehead, breaking the remaining tension away. “I’ll tell your mom you’ll be at my place as well. Sound good?”

He nods as well, though his eyes linger on you longer than they should.

“Well!” You clap your hands and stand between Nancy and Jonathan. “Great team meeting, gang. Let’s reconvene in two day’s time.”

Nancy laughs and pulls you into her own hug.

“I’ll keep him safe,” she whispers into your ear, and you exhale shakily. The weight of everything has finally settled in. You can’t believe you’re doing this. A part of you feels like you’ve just solidified something horrible, not agreeing to come along, but the other part of you, maybe even the larger part, is secretly relieved.

You’re not sure what to make of it.

“Thank you.” You whisper back, squeezing her tightly.

When you break apart, you pull Jonathan into yet another hug. “Stay safe, bee.”

“I will.”

“Good,” you pull away and give the two teens a thumbs up. “Break a leg, go expose some weird government agency!”

–

True to your word, you cover for Jonathan and Nancy the rest of the day. Teachers ask where they are and you simply tell them they both had a family emergency. Thankfully, due to living in such a small and rundown town, they don’t question it.

After school, you head over across the street to the middle school to go pick up Will and Dustin. Since Jonathan drove you to school and took his car with Nancy, you’ll have to hitch a ride on your brother’s bike pegs to work.

When you reach the school you walk towards the bike rack, expecting to see the boys all standing there about to leave, but you stop when you realize that they aren’t.

Huh. Odd.

You wander around. It’s been years since you’ve been inside the middle school, and the hallways are filled with memories. You walk towards the AV room, figuring they’re probably there to discuss whatever new project they’re working on. As you round the corner, you hear pounding and a girl’s voice demanding to be let in.

Speeding up, you spot Max with her angry fists. “Guys! What’s going on? C’mon!”

You watch for a moment, curious as to who this girl is. Dustin spoke highly of her, yet her brother is the worst person you’ve met in your life. She has an anger in her, that much is obvious, but then she grabs something from her bag and begins to pick at the lock.

Hm, she’s smart.

“Need some help?” You ask her.

She looks up at you and frowns. “And who are you?”

“Y/N Henderson. Unfortunately, the idiot that I’m assuming is locked inside the room is my brother.”

“You know how to pick a lock?” Max asks, eyeing you up and down.

Shrugging, you say, “can’t be too hard.”

Max seems to accept that as an answer and slides over, making room for you to crouch down next to her. You help her jimmy the paperclip into the door. Then, you hear some muffled yelling from the other side. What the fuck has your brother gotten up to this time?

“I’m gonna put a leash on that kid,” you mumble, and Max laughs.

“Do they do this a lot?”

You blow a piece of hair out of your face. “Yeah. They’re weird, honestly–”

The lock clicks, the door flings open, and suddenly a tiny, slimy creature comes scampering out the room. You hear the boys curse and before you can get up and out of their way, they come crashing into you and Max on the ground.

“Shit!” Dustin knees your forearm and you groan.

“Y/N!” His eyes widen when he sees you. He’s been caught.

Max gets up. “What was that?”

Lucas ignores her. “He’s getting away!”

“Who is getting away?” You’re finally up as well, watching as the boys start to scramble around in a panic.

Mike, seemingly unsurprised by your sudden appearance, turns to you. “Dart!” Then, in annoyance, he turns towards Max. “You let him escape!”

“What the fuck is a Dart?” You’re freaking out now. Lucas, hearing your confusion, can only shrug his shoulders at you.

Then, Dustin angrily advances towards Mike and starts yelling in his face. “Why did you attack him?”

Mike doesn’t say a word, he just starts to run down the hall. Dustin, even more in a panic, screams at him, “Don’t hurt him! Don’t you hurt him!”

You grab at your brother’s jacket and fling him back, now incredibly fucking angry. “Dustin Henderson, you have three seconds to explain what the fuck is happening.”

Lucas, Max, and Will stand back, frightened by your anger. Dustin, the only one who ever seems to face this anger, gulps. “I can explain.”

“Start. Talking.”

And he does. He explains how he had found Dart last night, thinking it had been some new lizard breed previously undiscovered. That’s why he hadn’t let you into his room. Then, to prove he was some scientific prodigy and, which he doesn’t tell you but you suspect, to impress Max.

“I was about to show Mr. Clark before Mike came in and took Dart. According to Will…” Dustin looks over at Max, lowers his voice, and whispers to you, “he’s from the Upside Down.”

And there it is.

There, the dread that has been creeping up on you ever since you saved Will, comes crawling up. You knew this would happen eventually. It’s happening again. You were right.

God, it’s happening again.

Thank fuck you stayed behind with the kids.

You want to throw up, crawl into a ball and pretend nothing else exists anymore, but Dustin is looking at you with fear in his eyes and you know you have to be strong for him. For all the kids, now. “Okay, let’s split up and find Dart.”

Dustin nods and sends Will southbound, Lucas westbound, and Max towards the gymnasium. You go with him, both because he’s your brother and because you have a few choice words you’d like to say to him. Everyone takes a walkie and splits up.

Mike is already long gone, which you’re not surprised by.

After everyone leaves, you snap at Dustin. “Thanks so much for telling me about Dart, by the way.”

“Y/N…”

“What exactly did you think you’d do with that thing hidden in our house?”

“Continue to hide it from you–ow!” Dustin rubs the back of his head.

You continue to walk. “You deserved that.”

“I did.”

You laugh, but then you feel a sense of static behind you. You turn around, but there’s no one there. But the static had felt like the same electricity that had accompanied El’s powers last year, but… No. She’s gone. You know she is.

Brushing it off as paranoia, you continue to keep an eye out for Dart. “So, what does Max think about all this?”

“Mike won’t let us tell her.” Dustin says, annoyance in his voice.

This doesn’t shock you. “I get why. I mean, we all almost died last year.”

“Yeah, but she’s different. She’s cool, I think she could be good for the party.”

Dustin seems so eager, and you feel bad for denying the boy. “She’s too young. You’re all too young for this. We can’t rope her any further into the Upside Down. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

Your brother sighs. “I mean, I guess… but–”

Will’s voice suddenly comes through the walkie. “Guys, I found him.”

“Where?” Dustin fumbles with the walkie, almost dropping it in his frantic rush to answer.

“In the bathroom by Mr. Salerno’s.”

“Copy that.” Mike says.

You look over at Dustin. “Race you to the bathroom?”

“You’re on.”

The two of you start to run, and at first you’re winning. But then you forget that you haven’t been in the school for at least three years now and you take a wrong turn, misremembering where Mr. Salerno’s room is. “Shit!”

You backtrack, but Dustin is long gone now.

By the time you get your bearings back, Lucas, Mike, and Max have all run down the hallway towards the bathroom. You join them as you all run inside. Dustin is standing in the middle of the bathroom, which you find strange.

Mike looks around. “Where’s Dart?”

“I don’t know. Not here.” You eye your brother, but he averts your gaze.

“Will said he was here.” You remind him, but Dustin doesn’t respond.

Mike curses and starts checking all the stalls.

“Maybe Will has him?” Dustin says, but you keep an eye on him. Something isn’t right.

You’re about to call Dustin’s bluff, accuse him of lying, when Mike suddenly freezes. He looks around, then turns to you. “Where’s Will?”

You turn around and finally notice that yeah, Will isn’t here. But he had just radioed from the bathroom.

“I… I don’t know.” Fear settles in you now, and you have an awful feeling that something bad is about to happen. After his episode from the night before…

You run out the bathroom, the first to start looking for Will.

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Cold Outside

StepSister!Wanda x Reader

For @lifespectator and @aloneodi

You and your stepsister Wanda had been up to your own brand of mischief. Ever since your first kiss with her on New Years Eve, it’s like the two of you could not get enough of each other. You always found little excuses to see one another and share kisses where no one could see you. Wanda and you were scared of what your parents would think of such a relationship.

But that didn’t stop you and her from having ‘cram sessions’ over at your apartment. Yes you and her did study for exams and homework. But afterward the two of you would celebrate with pizza, a marathon of her favorite shows and a little make out session. It was the perfect cover.

A perfect cover until it happened.

Your college town was hit with the worst blizzard of the year. Your classes were cancelled but somehow Wanda's were still on.

You tried to keep your apartment warm when you got a call from your stepsister, "detka?"

"what's the matter, Wanda?"

"the heater in my apartment broke. C-Can I come stay over at your place?"

“What about your roommate? yelena?”

“She’s hanging out with Kate. So can you please pick me up, detka?”

"Of course! I'll come pick you up." You grabbed your keys and ran to your car.

The wind was howling and the snow fall nearly blinded your view but yet you persisted on being there when Wanda stepped out from the college commons area.

You pull up outside of the commons and Wanda runs out from under the porch right to your car. The scarlet red scarf you bought her blowing in the wind. She quickly jumps in and blows into her hands, just trying to keep herself warm.

“Hello detka” she smiles at you.

“Hey you” you smile back, “let’s go home.”

It didn’t take long for you and Wanda to get home. You spent the time talking about whatever you wanted as you drove home.

You and Wanda truly enjoy spending whatever time you can together. Little moments here and there.

You turn on your television and switch it to your queue of Dick Van Dyke episodes. Wanda continues to enjoy her freshly brewed tea as you take a seat next to her.

“No better way to rough it through a blizzard, huh?” You give a little smirk to your stepsister.

“What are we?” She asks.

“What do you mean?” You genuinely ask.

“I-I mean…where do you see us?”

You gently take her free hand, “Wanda…there will never be another. You’re it. I’m totally in love with you. I-I want strings with you”

Your thumb glides across her knuckles.

“I want strings with you too” she giggles. “I want to tell everyone about us, but only when you’re ready.”

“When you’re ready,” you reassure her. She stares at you with adoring eyes. Her gazes lowers to your lips and then back to your eyes.

You pull her into your lap. Wanda giggles and leans in, kissing you. Her tongue glides across your lips, you can’t help but allow her access.

“Detka” she whispers against your lips.

You and Wanda continue to share long, loving, passionate kisses on your couch; lost in your own little world. Wanda giggles against your lips. Your hands wander up and down her spine.

So strong was the temptation to reach under her shirt but you truly loved her. You were willing to take things slow and enjoy all the little memories you have to form with the amazing young woman in your arms.

Your little moment of heaven was interrupted by the sound of Wanda’s cell phone. She let out a quick little squeak of embarrassment before rolling off your lap and grabbing her phone. The caller ID on her phone read Papa. You and her went pale white.

Wanda takes a deep breath, wanting to calm the beating of her heart from her moment of ecstasy. She answers the phone, “hello Papa” she puts it in speaker mode.

“Hello my little witch, I just wanted to be sure you were alright.” Your stepfather tries to explain. “That blizzard is something fierce.”

“I’m alright” Wanda giggles, “I’m at Y/N’s. My apartment’s heater went out.”

“Hey Pops” you call out.

“You all okay?” Your stepfather asks back.

“Y-yeah” you try to answer. “I was about to put a pizza in the oven and turn on some Dick Van Dyke.”

“Okay” Django answers back. “According to the weather channel, the blizzard won’t clear up for two days”

You and Wanda look to each other, you can already see the ideas forming in Wanda’s head.

“Think you’ll be alright?” Your stepfather asks.

“Yes Papa,” Wanda answers, “I think we’ll be alright. We’ve got homework and tv and…”

“Okay. Love you both” Django answers before hanging up.

You and your detka look at one another. You can’t help but share a laugh. She collapses against your chest.

“You hungry?” You ask her playfully as you wrap her in a hug.

“Yes. For pizza…and you” she giggles at her own response. You give her one last kiss to her lips and one more to her forehead.

It sure is cold outside but it’s nice and warm in your little apartment. You will have to tell her father and your mother eventually but until then you’re just gonna enjoy your time together. You and the love of your life: Wanda Maximoff.

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[thegreatestsandwich]

Reader: “What's that look for?”

Xavier: “...You’re in my seat.”

Reader: “Well I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and get another seat, or sit in my lap.”

Xavier: “What?!”

Reader: “You heard me. I don’t care what you chose, but hurry it up, we don’t have all day.”

I’m only me when I’m with you (Xavier Thorpe x Ghost!Reader)

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Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Ghost!reader

Word count: 837 words

Summary: School was enough punishment for you so the best thing you could do to not suffer was to take another guy's seat and being a little ass about it.

Warning: Nothing to be honest, but I was thinking a bit of enemies to lovers kind of thing?

A/N: I have finished Wednesday, I am sad that there's not a lot of fics for this baby, if you have any request for him! My inbox is open!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

Some say that the road to life Is paved with good intentions. In your case, it’s been hand-carved with a bad script and horrible soundtrack music that no-one in their right mind would ever hear, even if they were drunk or high.

There was a time when the world was blindsided from your kin. They were violent, mean, untamed, uncivilized, murderers. You were victims from them, lost souls that couldn’t passed to the other side, so you stayed hidden, most of you were loners, living with the others, dying on your own.

For some, they decided to stick into groups, forming “families” that kept them sane enough to continue surviving in this world and when Nevermore Academy was funded in 1791, the “youngest” were sent there to learn what was out there. Well, let’s be honest, no sane ghost was in their right mind to sit hours and hours learning things they would never use on their eternal life, but here you were, a newbie, a fresh/dead fish on this huge tank as a punishment for your reckless behavior.

The introduction went as expected, you couldn’t even use the uniform the principal Weems had given you, you couldn’t sleep or eat, so the room she provided you was useless and your roommate was more than happy to occupy your space without second thought.

And even if you didn’t care, you were force to attend classes like the others, even if you couldn’t grab a pencil to take notes, have a backpack to carry your books or even socialize with the others without making a death joke. (Ghost, remember? They have a deathly sense of humor)

So that lead us to the present, you arrived earlier to the greenhouse, not really ready or happy to be sitting here (or floating on a chair) and listen to miss Thornhill lecture about some kind of plant, to be honest you would prefer to just wander around, to cross some walls, scare some students, anything other than being a good student.

Your hands moved over your desk, watching how the few chains that were attached of your wrists began dragging across of it. You smiled at the wicked joke you thought about, but didn’t say anything. Not even a hello to miss Thornhill when she happily welcomed you to her class, offering to give you a copy of the material so you could catch up.

You would had said yes and a thank you, but let’s be real, your hands would only break through it so what was the point.

The sound of the other students approaching didn’t made break your trance from your chains. Hell, you didn’t even care about the murmurs of the others because of your clothes, have they never seen a bloody teenager with several chains that wrapped on her limbs on their lives? Weirdos.

Someone cleared their throat next to you, but your eyes never left your hands, then they did it again, making you frown, then again, that’s when you decided to look what the hell their problem was.

And there he was, the owner of the clearly weird throat, he was tall, his hair up to his shoulders, a dirty brown and green eyes. You frowned in confusion, apparently everyone was now paying attention to both of you.

“What’s that look for?” You asked him. “Never seen a bloody ghost in your life?”

He shook his head, pausing for a moment. “You are in my seat.”

“Really?” You began smiling, he wasn’t serious, was he? “I’m on your seat.”

“Yes, and I would appreciate if you moved.” He motioned to the chair next to you. You stared at him, he taking the challenge and not looking away.

“So hypothetically speaking, if I look under this chair, I will see your name them.” You gently began going down, passing through the chair before quickly appearing once again. “Didn’t see any name.”

The guy close his eyes in annoyance, he was getting frustrated. “Just move, please.”

You pursed your lips, your head moving to each side, contemplating your options, your arms crossed on your chest, the chains moving with them, his green eyes looking at them before meeting your eyes once again. “Well, I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and sit next to me or sit on my lap…and don’t worry, I won’t feel a thing, maybe you will but that’s the fun of not knowing, isn’t it?” You smiled.

“What?” He exclaimed, finally noticing how everyone was watching them, even miss Thornhill. “You can’t be serious.” He hissed.

“Oh baby, you heard me.” You stood up, your feet not touching the ground. “I don’t care what you chose to be honest but hurry up.” Your arms opened and you did a little spin. “We don’t have all day, sweet-cheeks.” And you “sat” down once again, smiling victoriously as he contemplated his options.

He sighed in defeat and sat next to you. Oh, you will enjoy this class so much.

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i'm outta my head over you Pt. 6

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ok, i really love this one; i hope you guys do too!

today's @steddie-week prompts are: together and Hold the Line - TOTO

C’mon, Munson, get your shit together. You’re the music guy here!’ He tells himself. Okay yeah, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean he’s great about expressing feelings. ‘ That’s what the music’s for, dumbass. ’

Eddie spends the rest of the night and into the next morning pouring over what other songs he could add to the B side of Steve’s tape (and what songs he’s gonna use for the Party Tape…he’s gotta have a blank tape around here somewhere…).

He has a couple contenders, he just doesn’t quite know how they fit yet. Steve had a reason or an explanation for each song on his side, so Eddie wants to do the same. Only problem is that the songs that already do remind him of Steve, are ones Steve’s already put onto the A side.

Fuck, has he been telling him his feelings all this time? The first half of Steve’s side of the tape were his go-to songs whenever they’ve hung out together, while Eddie was recovering at his house.

He goes to sleep that morning with a handful of possibilities, but nothing concrete, then is awoken just before lunch by his phone ringing. 

“Shit,” Eddie hops up groggy and disoriented with sleep, but scrabbles down the hall to the phone so Wayne doesn’t wake up.

“Munson residence, the fuck d’ya want?”

“Eddie! Ste– Ok, rude.”

“Rob? What’s up, Birdie?” Eddie scrubs his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Steve’s coming back a day early!” Eddie’s hand freezes. “Do you have the tape done??”

“N-no, no I only have three fuckin songs on it! Damn it, I thought you said he was coming back tomorrow!”

“Hence the call telling you he’s coming back early. He’s landing in Indy at noon, will be here by 3, and somehow Dustin’s already found out so now I’m roping you into ferrying Steve’s children to the arcade with us after he’s back.”

“Hey, they’re my children too!” Wait, what? “Wait, I didn’t say that. Why’d I say that? I don’t even want kids.”

“Nope, too bad. You already said it. You and Steve have joint custody of the shitheads.”

“We’re divorced now?”

“You were married in the first place?” Robin snarks back then mumbles, “Didn’t I just have this conversation?”

“What?”

“Nothing. You coming with or what?”

“No, Buck, I gotta finish his tape now!”

“Too bad, you’re coming. And I’m going to tell Henderson you are so he won’t let you back out.”

“Robin don’t you dare-”

What is with her and hanging up on him??

He’d just gotten back to his bedroom door when the phone rings again. Just barely stopping himself from screaming, he goes back to the handset.

“Hello..?”

“Dude. Would it kill you to sound excited?.”

“Henderson, your sarcasm is not appreciated this early in the morning. And why would I be excited about being volun told to pickup you hellions for the arcade?”

“‘Cause you like spending time with your friends, maybe? Now, do you and Max wanna come pick up me and Lucas? Steve will pick up Will and El at theirs, and pick up Robin and Mike on his way.”

“Sounds like you’ve already got everything planned out, Dusty.”

“Your exasperation is not appreciated this late in the morning.”

“...I don’t have to come, you know.”

“But you know you wanna.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. See you at 2:30.”

Just once , Eddie’d like to be the one hanging up on someone else.

Whatever. Looks like he’s got plans this afternoon.

Eddie looks at the clock on the wall above the fridge. Four hours. Now, does he nap, or does he eat and start getting ready?

They’ll probably grab pizza while they’re at the arcade…nap it is.

Eddie wanders back to his room and is out as soon as his head hits his pillow.

—

Miraculously, he wakes up exactly two and half hours later; just enough time for a shower and to get ready before picking up his half the goblins.

He showers, scrunches a majority of the water out of his curls (Steve’d shown him that little trick, would start on about “Eddie, we went over this! You gotta take care of your curls!" and, "They’re so gorgeous and you’re soooo handsome and hot and I totally wanna pull that hair when I fuc—” OKAY maybe that last part was just wishful thinking, but Steve’d definitely have a conniption if he shows up today with flat hair), and gets dressed.

From the extra spluttering their feeble A/C is doing, and the not-at-all refreshing breeze that crawls through his window when opened, Eddie can confirm that it’s definitely too fuckin’ hot out.

He pulls on his most ripped, well loved pair of black jeans, the holes in the knees long since flayed mid-thigh to mid-shin, a sleeveless cropped Metallica shirt, and his vest.

Grabbing up his rings and chain, he leaves a note for Wayne as to where he’s gone, slides his feet into his reeboks, and heads out the door, keys in hand.

He’s just got the back end of his chain hooked around his hip when he makes it to Max’s door.

“Y’ready Red?”

“Just a minute! It’s unlocked!” she calls back through the door (and slightly cracked window over her sink)

“Need any help?” he asks, closing the front door behind him.

“Nope, just gotta get my other shoe on and I’ll be good. Did you bring the van over?”

“I…did not. That’d probably be a good idea, huh?”

Whoops. He spins back around and jogs back across the street to hop in his van. By time he’s parked outside the Mayfield trailer, Max is hopping her wheels over the threshold onto the tiny step outside the door.

“Whatcha want me to do?” He’d learned real quick not to just start doing things for her, no matter how much he assumes they’d help. Max did not like anyone thinking they have to help her with every little thing, so now they all make sure to ask what it is she’d like them to help with before doing it.

“I just need to lock the door and you can help me into the van. You’ll probably have to come back for the chair though.”

“Of course, your highness.” he gives her a low bow while she locks her front door. “Your hand please, m’lady.” 

She rolls her eyes, but takes his hand. 

Max is able to walk across flat areas pretty well and for an OK amount of distance before getting too tired, but the breaks to her leg really did a number on her. 

She’s got steel pins all through her leg, and has just gotten out of her cast so she wants (and needs) to walk more often to get her strength back up, but has her chair to get around much easier.

So until she gets stronger, she needs help going up and down stairs, and will need help getting up into Eddie’s van, but should be okay for a while once at the arcade.

Once she’s settled, Eddie goes back for her chair, loads it into the back of his van, and they’re off to Henderson’s.

He and Lucas are already waiting out front when he pulls up.

“About time.”

“Dustin. It’s literally 2:31. Calm the fuck down.”

“You guys better get all your swearing out before you see Steve again, you know he’ll go all mom on you.” Lucas laughs. “Here, I’ll start. Hey Max, how the fuck are ya?”

They’re all in so Eddie starts off towards the arcade.

“Hey, show some fuckin’ respect for your mother, Sinclair.”

“Shit Eddie, didn’t know you were our goddamn father.”

“Of course he didn’t fuckin know, Steve hasn’t gotten his shit together enough to propose.”

“Damn, alright, calm down”

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me to calm down! I swear, I’ll put my foot straight up your ass.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuckfuckfuck.”

All four bust out laughing at that, not quite able to catch their breath before one of them is saying some random curse. 

They’re all red in the face from laughing so hard by time they pull into the parking lot between Steve’s beemer and Nancy’s station wagon.

Dustin runs in immediately after the van stops, and Eddie slyly leaves his keys with Lucas so he can lock up after helping Max, heading inside himself

Now, up until the exact moment he saw Steve (2 whole seconds ago), Eddie thought he was taking the whole “Steve Harrington has big sappy feelings for you” thing really well. Perfectly, in fact! 

No freak out, no huge feelings of doubt, just full focus on ‘responding’ to him.

But now, seeing him again after finding this out…It’s a wonder he doesn’t collapse. 

This beautiful, perfect, amazing man standing in front of a whole herd of teens (two of whom are at eye level or taller than he is now) with a scolding glare, hands on his hips, and flanked by the two most badass ladies he knows…wants him.

Eddie Munson.

It still doesn’t seem real.

Eddie immediately wants to be simultaneously on the other side of the planet, and wedged so close to him that they’re basically the same person.

“Pizza in an hour and a half!” Steve yells after the herd as they disperse. Even Robin and Nancy head off toward the skee-ball machines.

“You okay big boy? You look like that trip took a lot outta you.” 

‘Wow, nice one. You just got here and you’re asking him why he looks gross? Great job, Doofus.’ Why does his inner voice sound like Robin?

He looks over, and Eddie sees his face light up. “Eddie!” he breathes, pulling him into a tight hug.

Steve lets him go, and reaches up to rake through his travel-mussed hair. “And yeah, it was fine, always nice to see my grandparents.”

“Yeah, Robin mentioned you needing to go over their will or something? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, they’re—“ he cuts himself off with a half-hearted chuckle, “They wanted to meet with my parents and I to let them know that their estate is being split 50/50 between us when they pass. Like, half to me and half to both of them.”

“Damn. It’s nice to know I’m marrying into money.” Eddie jokes, leaning into Steve’s side to whisper: “Max spilled your secret on the way here; I promise to act surprised when you finally get the guts to propose.” he whispers with a wink.

Steve’s face turns bright red, but he smiles all goofy. Fuck, he’s cute.

“Aw shit, I really wanted it to be a surprise.” He says, his voice getting gravelly with how low he’s speaking. 

It most definitely does not make Eddie flush red himself, nor do his jeans start feeling tighter, thank you.

Steve gently pushes Eddie back, his hand lingering on the back of his arm a moment too long before his fingers trail down and off his elbow. He starts again, back at a normal volume. “But yeah, Richard and Denise were not happy; I was surprised, though. I’m really appreciative that my grandparents would do that for me.”

“Okay, so it was good news! Why the…” Eddie gestures to all of him. “…glum.”

“It was just the plane ride man, I flew from Cali to Indy with a screaming baby next to me. It was hell let me tell you.”

“I bet.” Eddie winces.

“Plus, Robin stole my favorite tape while I was gone so I couldn't even listen to it on the way here. And that’s been like, the soundtrack to my life lately. Felt weird coming home and then not having it in my car already.” he shakes his head “I dunno, it's dumb, but they are my favorite songs.”

“I know what you mean,” Eddie nods, his heart in his throat. “Can't you just like, go get it back from her house?”

“She’s ‘gotta find it’.” He sighs, throwing up air quotes around Robin’s flimsy excuse. “Which for her, is code for ‘I lost it.’. It's no big deal though, it’s just music.”

“Nah man, music is important, you can communicate a lot with it.”

Steve just shrugs again, a good ol’ ‘What can ya do?’ , so Eddie pats Steve’s shoulder sympathetically and walks over to the far wall of machines. He leans up against the one that Max is bashing away at and looks around the side, like he’s watching what she’s doing.

“What’re you doing over here? You’re not gonna beat my score, Munson.” she snarks from her perch on one of the arcade’s few padded stools.

“Huh?” He looks at the cabinet. Dig Dug. “Oh. Wouldn’t dream of it, Mad Max, just came over to try and look cool, scope out the scene,” ‘Scope out the scene’?? WHO ARE YOU?? “Don’t mind me.”

She just rolls her eyes, “For some reason, Steve already thinks you’re like the coolest guy in the world. You don’t need to fake it.”

Eddie blinks down at her. “OK, seriously, how do you know so much?”

“I dunno; something about losing one of my senses? Or maybe my brush with death left me wise beyond my years…” she sighs wistfully.

He snorts, “Oh yeah? Then I should be way smarter.”

“Yeah, you should be.” She fights to keep a straight face after that one. Damn that was slick.

“Good one, Red.” he pats her once on the shoulder, then goes back to watching her play. It’s actually pretty impressive being that she’s got brand new coke-bottle glasses she should be wearing.

“I’m not gonna wear ‘em. I look like a doofus when I do.”

“Aw, I thought you just said I was cool!” he pouts.

Her mouth twitches up at that. “No, I said Steve thinks you’re cool. I think you’re a Doofus.”

“Exactly! And if the big man himself thinks I’m cool, then you’d definitely be cool.” He leans in and looks around conspiratorially, “and I have it on good authority that the rest of these goblins think whatever he thinks is cool, is cool too.”

She smiles, and her game bleeps to an end. “Yeah, they all do think he’s like, the greatest ever.”

“And you don’t?”

Her face blushes a soft pink. “Shut up, Munson. How do you know so much?”

He stands up straight and grabs hold of his vest lapels like some stuffy professor. “I’m smart ‘cause I died,” he says in a haughty tone “...or something.”

A couple of unhinged barks of laughter burst out of her. “I’m gonna go with ‘or something’.”

Eddie spends the next hour trying to mess up the other shitheads’ games. 

Smack a wrong button here, a poke under Dustin’s armpit there, general fuckery. 

And every time he and Steve pass one another, there’s some sort of touch. 

He didn’t notice it the first time, thinking Steve really did need to hold onto him while passing behind him. A classic midwestern “Ope, lemme just sneak by ya” just to get close to him.

When he looked back, there was no one at the cabinet behind him.

So Eddie gave it back tenfold the next time he encountered the party’s beloved babysitter.

Walked behind him on his way to where Mike and Lucas were now trying their hand at DigDug, and gently squeezed his hip.

Steve jumped about five feet, but it was worth it when Steve came up to his side later and wrapped his arm around Eddie’s lower back, settling his large palm briefly on the exposed skin of his hip and stomach where it peeked out from under the cropped shirt.

Eddie immediately felt the need to pull his hair up; Fuck is it hot in here?

Bun secured, and Steve gone off to bother Robin and Nancy at the air hockey table, Eddie knew what he was going to do next. 

He left Wheeler and Sinclair to continue to lose to Max, heading toward the water fountain. 

Steve’s standing with his back to Eddie’s path so when he passes, it’s just too easy to reach out, grab a lock of hair, and pull .

He’s rewarded with the sound of a poorly muffled moan (that he’ll be thinking about forever, thanks), and Steve is gifted an unobstructed view of his ass while he bends over to get a drink.

Eddie stands when he hears Steve’s panicked “Robin, can I talk to you a second?”

He comes back to take Robin’s place next to Nancy where they’d been playing two on one with Steve.

After a beat, Nancy says, “I hope you’re ready to have Robin as a permanent third wheel.” She’s still looking forward at the other end of the table.

Hah! That’s hilarious. “Won’t be as bad since you’re the fourth.” Eddie shrugs, then puts his fist out towards her, also looking off to where he can see Steve panicking at Robin.

Nancy’s knuckles knock into his, and he’s never felt closer to anyone in his life.

Only one half of the Harrington-Buckley twins come back, coming up to her girlfriend and linking their fingers behind the folds of Nancy’s skirt.

“Mama Harrington is getting the pizzas now; we’ll go get some tables pushed together, will you herd the cattle?”

“I feel like they’re more like cats. Especially that Max one, she’s got her claws out like, all the time.” Eddie says, half over his shoulder, as he heads off, hunting down the gremlins.

Mike and the elder Sinclair are still nowhere near Max’s high score, Dustin’s getting berated by baby Sinclair over how bad he’s doing at Donkey Kong, Will and El are together at the Polybius cabinet, Max in her chair now at El’s side.

‘ That’s all of them right? ’ Eddie counts them in his head while he looks around. Yep, that’s all of them.

He heads back to the little arcade pizzeria area, freezing in his tracks as he rounds the corner into the open arched doorway.

Every little thing he’s ever noticed about Steve Harrington over the last however many years feels like they’ve just been building to this moment.

Every damn day spent thinking he was the most beautiful person to ever grace the halls of Hawkins High (he is), every story he never believed about how badass he was from the mouth of his oldest adopted kid, every moment he spent shielding each of these people that have become so beloved in Eddie’s life.

Every painful scar, every dreadful day spent healing with Steve at his side, every. Single. Thing. Has built up to this one.

The most mundane of them all. 

The nine most important people in his life, the biggest family he never wanted but now can’t even think about a life without them, sitting around three tiny tables and clamoring over one another for a slice of the pizzas in the middle of them all, being hovered over by Steeeeeve Harrington.

“Careful Mike, don’t put your elbow in Dustin’s face! That thing’s sharp…Max, do you want me to grab you some? What kind do you want? No, Ellie, sweetie, I’ll hand it to her, no powers needed today, okay? Will, which pop do you want, bud, you gotta speak up so Dustin doesn’t drink all the Vernors. Lucas, will you grab some more napkins—no arguments you little shits, everyone needs napkins. Erica, are you good? Okay, good. Ed—where’s Eddie, he needs to eat too…”

Oh.

Oh.

Part 7 here!

yes, i did have the wonder twins playing Polybius.

also, mayfield/munson sibling vibes are so important to meeeeee.

also also, i love max getting adopted by steddie just as much as dustin BUT you cannot tell me she doesn't also have just a lil' crush on steeb.

tagging the lovelies: @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, and @manda-panda-monium

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #THEY'RE GETTIN' REAL FLIRTY Y'ALL #mixtape #songfic #(kinda) #steddie week #steddie week 2023 #max mayfield #dustin henderson #will byers #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #erica sinclair #el hopper #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #the party #st #stranger things #st fic #noelle writes

[lucienne-my-beloved]

My first prompt! From @ilya-halfelven! Thank you so much!

Rose had never been to this part of the Dreaming before. Usually, she visited Fiddler's Green or just wandered the stacks of the Library, finding more and more things she never had time to read. Today though, she'd just found herself here, facing two houses that looked nice enough, despite the cool fog swirling around them. It sounded like someone was gardening round the back, so she cautiously headed that way, curious about meeting whoever lived here. Or at least, she was until she actually saw what was going on: a middle-aged dark haired man stood in a veritable field of graves marked with crosses, and the digging she'd heard wasn't gardening: he was using a shovel to dig yet another grave, presumably for the crumbled body at his feet. Heart pounding, Rose backed up, retracing her steps as quietly as she could. Dream or not, she didn't want to have anything to do with a murderer. Once out of sight of the houses, Rose turned and ran, heedless of where she was going. Thus, she was taken totally by surprise when she crashed into someone, her momentum sending them both toppling to the ground with cries of pain. She scrambled to her feet first, mortified and offering her hand to her 'victim', babbling apologies. A slender hand with too-long fingers slid into hers and as the person got to her feet, Rose took in glimpses of an elfin face with an adorable button nose and rosebud lips, but most of her attention was caught by a pair of soft brown eyes. Like pools of melted chocolate, she mused. Beautiful...

—

Feeling she should explain why she’d knocked the lovely woman over, Rose opened her mouth. And found that words had fled her, as she babbled incoherently for a moment. The woman laughed softly, not mocking but showing that she wasn’t upset about being crashed into.

“Hello! You are new here. Why were you running so fast?” She peered around. “I don’t see any nightmares chasing you.”

Rose stopped and tried to catch her breath for a moment. She wasn’t sure where to start, and the elfin beauty of her interlocutor wasn’t helping.

“I’m Nuala,” the woman continued. “I take care of the Castle Garden.”

“Oh!” Rose exclaimed, finally on sure footing. “I love the Castle Garden!” 

“Yes, I’ve seen you around.” Nuala smiled gently and Rose’s courage grew so she tried again.

“Yes, you have such lovely roses, and the lilacs are amazing, and somehow they are all blooming at the same time! I’ve never seen you digging around,” she said curiously, “unlike…” and she trailed off with a worried glance back where she’d come from.

“Oh! That’s why you were running! You must have seen Cain and Abel after one of their spats.” Nuala held out a hand to comfort Rose now, and Rose was more than willing to take it. 

“Do they do that often?” Rose wondered as Nuala began to lead her further into the garden.

“Every day. It’s their story, and they haven’t been able to change it.” That seemed sad, but Rose couldn’t dwell on it for long, as they came up to a delicately carved table with tea set out on it. 

“I was just going to look for someone to have tea with on my break,” Nuala explained as they sat down. “I’m happy we ran into each other. It’s always fun to meet someone new.”

Rose giggled. “Literally. Ran into. I’m sorry again for knocking you down.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Nuala reassured her as she poured the tea. “I spend most of my day down in the dirt anyway.” She gestured at the wheelbarrow beside the table, which looked to Rose to be full of bulbs ready for planting, though she couldn’t tell what kind because of the burlap sack protecting them while Nuala took her break.

“I could help you,” Rose blurted. She liked planting bulbs, but if she was honest with herself, she’d even help with weeding if it meant she could spend more time with Nuala.

“I would enjoy that,” Nuala said, offering her the plate of scones (the American kind, Rose noticed). Rose smiled, taking a scone, and wondered where this new adventure would lead her.

(@nualaofthefaerie I thought you might like a tag as well?)

#rose walker #nuala of the faerie #ficlets for lucienne

[hanafubukki]

My sweet child…cliche dating sim…it grew so much in a week 😭 y’all are so good at this!!Now I have two ideas buttt not sure who should the story involve, so I’ll list them and then let’s talk about it!!:

1. You’re of the middle to low class, fame coming from the fact that your father was a well-known knight, strong enough to defeat 100 men. He suffers from a chronic illness but that doesn’t stop him from going off to war! You can’t stand the thought of him leaving, so what if you just…replace him? Nobody will notice! Just…try not falling in love on the way…

JAMIL, Jade, Jack, Azul (the tactician?)

2. Of love and tragedy, can two star-crossed lovers secretly stay together? Or will their families rip them apart? Nobody said falling for the enemy was easy…

Epel, ROOK, Riddle, Leona, Idia (for shits and giggles)

Yes both are inspired by Mulan, and Romeo and Juliet. Yes I’m basic. YES I know they sound like bios for some Wattpad fanfic back in 2012. Don’t judge me 😭

BONUS OMG I REALLY WANT ORTHO TO HAVE A BROTHER COMPLEX BUT. I CANT. THINK. Like do you know that game Yandere Simulator? Well one of the rivals is “senpai’s” little sister with a brother complex, absolutely hates all the randoms getting to close to him bc she wants his attention only on her. And I wanna apply that for Ortho except…less jealousy and more distrust? “Ortho has witnessed his brother being hurt before which turned him into a recluse, so he’s hesitant to accept the new maid getting close to Idia.” And maybe he sabotages a bunch and basically hazes her to see if she’s really willing to stay. But then what if a mystery illness plagues Idia and even the all-knowing wizard Ortho (bc it’s medieval remember so he can’t be a robot) doesn’t know what to do. But the stupid maid does?! And yeah after saving Idia’s life and having a sweet heart-to-heart, the maid pledges loyalty and Ortho treats them like a big sibling too??? Idkkk but he has to have his own route, not a subplot!

[referring to these Cliche! Royalty AU Otome Game: Diasomnia Ver. ; Ridde Rosehearts Ver. ; Ace Trappola, Epel Felmier, Azul Ashengrotto Ver. ]

Hello Otome Anonie 🌻🌺💕!

I hope you don’t mind me calling you that. ☺️💕 I didn’t realize it grew so much in a week, time literally went over my head. That’s what happens when you are having so much fun 🙌💚 and I have been loving the cliche! Royalty AU Otome Game series, so thank you so much for that anonie 💚💕

I see you’re going after my weakness spot with a Mulan inspired AU anon 👀👀 I think the one who would fit the most in this would be Jack. because jack likes to follow the rules and has his own version of honor and what is right and wrong. I can imagine him having eventually softening to you and both of you becoming comrades...and then the secret is out. It takes him time to change his way of thinking but he does and he has even greater respect for you. just like in canon, what do you think? Jamil, I feel like he would already know but would understand your reasonings and even help you out in your cover, cue hilarious shenanigans as you both try to keep that secret lol 😂

This one is hard....I feel like we can go so many routes. I feel like I wouldn't put it past rook or leona to just give that extra push to be with you...even if it means to say...take over your kingdom? 👀👀 all in the name of love right? and both of you get to be together. then you have riddle, he would have to go against his mother which is hard but also yours. but you too can always run away together too 👀👀 Idia cant get rid of you, you just keep popping up and then...you dont and he basically is too used to you now so he’s ready to take over and silence his and your family to be with you.

I have heard of wandered simulator but haven't played or seen it. but I do read yandere so I have an idea of what you mean 🤔  Finis in Code Realize had a sis complex too that I found cute. maybe during this route it would be seen from orthos point of view so we can see more on his side and what he thinks and why he does it. POV changes always give you that extra feel you know? Maid MC takes care of Idia because maybe the illness had less to do with magic and more on the physical route? like mind, body, and spiritual, and this disease first attacked the body which cascades to the other parts of the whole being? and MC basically goes back to the root and old fashioned healing which also changes the way ortho thinks of them.

#anon ask #answered #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #rook hunt #Jamil Viper #jack howl #ortho shroud #riddle rosehearts #x reader #twisted wonderland otome #cliche #royalty au #gender neutral reader #twst x reader

[sendpseuds]

WIP Wednesday

This might be my favorite section in the whole of the Broadway AU. It's long and I don't care, it brings me so much joy I simply can't keep it to myself. This section comes from a chapter of vignettes exploring the growth of their relationship. I had an absolute blast writing this. Enjoy.

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“You’re nervous,” Obi-Wan observed as they lingered outside his home.

“Of course, I’m nervous!” Anakin responded, taking an involuntary step back, “I really want them to like me.”

“Well, they won’t all like you,” Obi-Wan chuckled, which did not make Anakin feel better at all but there was something about that laugh that relaxed the muscles in his shoulders, “it’s just the way they are, but I’m sure you’ll win them over in time.”

Anakin had really thought that knowing what Obi-Wan looked like on his knees would stop him from feeling so breathless around the man but that simply was not true. He worried about being too anxious, being too eager, being too much, but every time Obi-Wan took his hand and placed a gentle kiss to his knuckles or to his cheek or to his forehead or to his lips as he was right now outside his door he felt all trepidation unwind from his spine.

They didn’t all need to like him immediately, he decided as Obi-Wan deepened the kiss. 

Fuck it, none of them needed to like him.

“And remember, the best way to get a cat to like you is to just fucking ignore them.”

Yup! It was totally okay if none of Obi-Wan’s cats liked him.

“Are you ready?”

No.

“Yeah.”

As soon as Obi-Wan opened the door he heard bells. 

He had been told to expect this.

No part of Anakin was focused on the apartment that lay beyond the threshold — the brick walls, the textured furniture layered in pillows and blankets, the shelves lined with photos and trinkets that certainly all carried a deeper meaning he someday hoped to know — right now, all his focus was on the little white cat who immediately appeared in the doorway. 

Ventress.

‘She comes on very friendly,’ Obi-Wan had told him with a big smile, ‘don’t be surprised if she meets us at the door.’

And there she was, stretching with her paws splayed out in front of her, showing off her claws with her butt waggling in the air. She was almost entirely white, with a little M on her forehead and marks around her eyes that Obi-Wan affectionately referred to as ‘eyeliner.’ 

“Hello, darling,” Obi-Wan purred as they walked through the door, Ventress’s collar jingling as she followed tightly on Obi-Wan’s heels, “just remember—” 

“—yes I know,” Anakin said, taking off his jacket and finally taking a look around him, “ignore her.”

The apartment was warm and inviting in a way that felt lived in. Colorful rugs covered the creaking hardwood floors and artwork adorned every wall filling the space with heart and vivid light. There were stacks of coffee table books and more plants than Anakin could imagine attempting to keep alive. One entire wall of the living room was comprised of bookcases, not a single vacant spot among the shelves.

It was as he looked over the rows and rows of books that he saw the second one, sitting straight and tall on the highest shelf watching him with obvious curiosity. 

Dooku.

He was quite striking, a rusty tan color with a dark face and ears, long dark tail wrapped around his paws. He would have looked terribly intimidating up there, if it weren’t for the fact that his bright blue eyes were slightly crossed.

“I see you’ve found the old man,” Obi-Wan chuckled, likely noticing the way Anakin’s entire body had gone stiff, “just don’t stare at him too long, he’ll get offended.”

Anakin looked away immediately.

Obi-Wan laughed.

As he moved through the space, walking to the bright open kitchen to grab them both a drink, it almost seemed like Obi-Wan was the one jingling, that little white cat still following closely at his heels everywhere he went. A few times, when they were standing close enough, she would wander away from Obi-Wan, brushing her cheek against Anakin’s jeans, weaving between his legs.

“Not yet,” Obi-Wan chuckled, shaking his head when Anakin started to crouch down, completely determined to know how soft she was, “if you’re not patient, she’ll just run away. You’ll know when it’s time.”

They had moved to the couch, drinking cans of beer with colorful labels and Anakin finally started to relax, despite the near-constant cross-eyed stare from Dooku that he could practically feel prickling the back of his neck. Obi-Wan did most of the talking, gesturing about his space at various books and canvases and sculptures and vases and trinkets explaining how each item had come into his care. 

There was a personal connection to almost everything in his life. If it wasn’t a gift, he knew the artist or the author, or it had been recommended to him by someone he cared for, someone he respected. Obi-Wan lived his life with an intention that made him glow like the morning sun and Anakin found himself unable to look away as the man simply talked about his life.

So enthralled with Obi-Wan’s story — okay, maybe the listening part could use a little work but it was something involving a shaman and a night club in Paris — Anakin didn’t even notice Ventress hop up onto the couch. But when she began to tentatively climb into his lap, he froze.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder, some of the tension immediately slipping away, “just let it happen,” he whispered, “you’re doing so well.”

In no time she had snuggled up in his lap, warm and vibrating and so soft. She snoozed away contentedly as Anakin pet her with wrapped fascination. He’d always considered himself a dog person — not that he’d ever had a dog — but he never had an issue with cats, always finding himself smiling whenever one would hop up on a bodega counter. But now, listening to that sweet purr, watching as she splayed her perfect pink toes like she was making bread out of nothing but air, Anakin began to wonder if maybe he’d been wrong.

Just then, a terrible force tore through the room. It appeared out of nowhere, a blur of fur and stripes like a demon risen from the fiery pits of hell. The room erupted in chaos and cats scattered everywhere, Ventress tearing out of his lap, Dooku descending from his perch like a gargoyle come to life before each of them disappeared into their own dimensions.

When the calamity came to an abrupt halt, the room fell into an almost eerie quiet.

Obi-Wan was doubled over in silent laughter, his hands covering his face as he shook his head. The tips of his ears were bright red and his laugh was infectious as Anakin began to giggle too.

“That would be Maul.”

#SITH CATS #broadway au #first chapter coming monday #wip wednesday

[beckkeep]

Zinc Plays Let’s Go Pikachu!

Episode 1: I AM NOT IN CONTROL OF MY LIFE PLEASE HELP

Alright, so I know what some of you are thinking.

"He’s doing this again? Why bother?”

That’s a fair question.

Anyway.

My name is Riley Zinc and I’m a college dropout and genuine disappointment.

I hope you enjoy as I flounder through the land of Pokemon and yearn for real, intimate relationships in my actual life.

Oh. Uh. I overshared again, didn’t I? Didn’t even wait for you to ask.

Ah, thank you. He annoys me already and I can’t explain why.

I understand now. Carry on.

I hope it doesn’t land me in crippling debt in the end!

So am I playing a game, or is this a game within a game? Or was that introduction a game and now I’m out of the game in the—

Nevermind.

That’s just my face.

Ooh, the outdoors. Haven’t been out here in... months. It’s so cheery, it makes it hard to wallow in my own self-pity.

I suppose I should speak with the professor first, right? Or am I wrong? Am I making the right choice?

I see I chose poorly.

Ditching Flint, I wandered to the north to find Professor Oak, practicing his Snow White lines for the yearly Pallet Town Play.

He always gets to be the main star. I’m usually a shrub.

I’m not bitter.

: o

Is it really that strange? The Viridian Forest isn’t too far away. Wait, it’s not stalking me, is it?

Just to be safe, allow me to stuff it into this tiny, magical container.

Has a human being ever been caught in a Pokeball? Did the person come back out intact, or were its bones and organs crushed into a little sphere?

You know this is a video game and not the real Flint because doesn’t give me mocking nicknames. I kind of prefer this Flint now.

What are you plotting? Why would you smile at me as if you were happy?

This Pikachu is about to regret wanting to come with me. ... Though I suppose a cute nickname wouldn’t hurt, right?

"So cute!” said Flint, “No one will suspect it if I taught this tiny bastard Covet and stole their shit!”

Um. Thanks? I threw a ball at it. Do you lack depth perception?

Am I being insensitive?

Please don’t ask us to scatter your ashes across Kanto. That’s... awkward.

Have you ever heard of Bulbapedia?

Oh. Did I... just negate your life’s work?

I’m so sorry please pretend I didn’t say that.

Are you ready to be let down, Chupin?

"Through some mysterious force”? It’s native to Kanto.

I have a mom who’s not dead?!

Wait! Please, don’t go...!

She locked the door.

Alright.

Hello?

Oh god, what happens when you mow the lawn and it’s in the ground?

May as well give it an appropriate name for this run.

For having an entire musical number about traveling to Viridian City, it’s not all that hard to get to.

The mart man then gave me a package to give to Professor Oak because I can’t say no without wilting.

Hm. I’m pretty sure I already got a sunburn just from being outside for ten minutes. It’s not great.

No.

I know you taught that thing to pickpocket! I don’t want to see it!

Uh, electrocute it, I suppose.

Chupin doesn’t have pockets to pick.

Yes, I felt that second-hand embarrassment. You don’t have to bring it up.

I think Chupin enjoyed that Eevee touching his butt.

I knew it.

Your head is so large. How do you pull your shirt over it?

Hm. What to do?

Yes, that’s a good idea.

Wait WAIT I DON’T WANT TO MUG THE CHILD. CAN I GIVE THE MONEY BACK?

No one can find out we mugged that child. Speak of this to no one.

How is this even a certified gym if it’s always closed? Isn’t a gym leader’s job to stand there and take challengers? What kind of business would someone like this be involved in that would take them away from this responsibility?

Nevermind. Let’s just go to the next gym.

Is that a weed?

No, but it is phallic. Shouldn’t take too long to defeat, at least.

Is it... going to do anything...? Um.

When in doubt, sprint away from socially awkward situations and hope you will never face that person again during your lifetime!

#pokemon #let's go pikachu #pikachu #screenshot let's play #let's play #let's play pokemon #zinc plays #pokemon eevee #oddish #pallet town #viridian city #viridian forest #nintendo switch

[noire-pandora]

For DADWC: “I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.” for Elluin & Solas!

Hello! Thank you for the prompt, I had fun writing it. Here's some idiots pinning for each other and being cute as heck. For @dadrunkwriting

"I am going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."

Solas' words yanked Elluin's mind back from the imaginary lands it wandered, lost in the pleasant numbness where no thoughts could shake her mind. Leaning her back against the rough bark of a tree, she stared up at the floating clouds. Their white, fluffy outlines, strolling across the blue sky, blotted out the myriad of ideas that cried out to be heard. Until Solas interrupted the moment of relaxation with words demanding her attention.

She snorted. "Somebody's needy today. Why are you so worked up?"

Elluin tapped the grass beside her to get Solas to sit with her and relax, but when the man refused to move, hands clasped behind his back and frowning at her attempts to ease the air, she sighed in defeat. With a grunt, and with the cracking of her joints protesting the interrupted relaxation, Elluin got back to her feet, while white dots of exhaustion danced under her eyelids.

"What have I done now?" She pouted and slouched her back slightly - a gesture meant to touch his heart and relax his stiff posture. When his frown dropped, a grin tugged at her lips. Solas was so easy to trick, from time to time. One well-placed pout and all his seriousness would melt away like snow in spring. A traitorous thought suggested there might be another reason why Solas was so quick to respond to her gesture but Elluin pushed it aside, not yet ready to analyse it.

"You have done nothing wrong, Herald. I-we worry for your health, and you have been hiding from us."

"I haven't. I just needed to be alone for a while."

The frown returned and the flare of annoyance glinted in the stormy grey of his eyes -a lightning warning at his growing impatience. Why Solas' patience with her dissimulations decreased with each passing day, she could not understand, but the last thing she needed at that moment was another bickering match with Solas. Not with a headache pounding against her temples.

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes and turning her back on him. "I haven't been sleeping that well lately, and I just-I can't deal with people when I have not slept well in weeks."

"Nightmares?"

Elluin nodded, wondering once again why he knew the answer before she had a chance to respond. Lately, he'd been able to read her moods and thoughts as if she were an open book to be deciphered and understood.

"Redcliffe?" he continued, and Elluin nodded again as the secret of her bad mood was finally understood.

"My dreams are haunted by images of you-," she stopped and squeezed her eyes as the images came back, conjured by the words she spoke, "of everyone dying again and again, devoured by Corypheus' beasts. I can't- I don't want to-I-."

Elluin flinched when Solas' fingertips brushed against her wrist, and for a second, a desperate second, she hoped he would wrap his arms around her body to banish the nightmares with the warmth of his chest. The wish crumbled into the wind when he clasped his hands behind his back again and took a step back, putting distance between them.

"If you wish, perhaps I can dispel the nightmares. Do you trust me?" When Elluin nodded quickly, he continued. "If you allow me, I can guard your dreams and dissipate the nightmare when it comes. But-"

"You'll have to wait until the nightmare begins," she interrupted him, wide-eyed. "Until then, you will see all the dreams I have."

"Yes. I am not able to guess when a dream ends and a nightmare begins. I will have to keep watch all night. I understand if you wish to protect the privacy of your dreams, but I think this will help you. The Inquisition cannot function without you. You must be rested, otherwise you might make a wrong decision and influence the fate of this world.

Ah. The fate of this word," she thought with a wave of disappointment washing over her. What did I expect?"

"All for the world, huh?" The disappointment must have been obvious, for Solas tilted his head to the right, confusion written all over his face. Before he could open his mouth to ask if something was wrong, Elluin waved her hand in the air and forced a grin on her lips. "I'm just joking. I'll trust you and I'll accept your help. I need to sleep before I start climbing the walls."

"I thank you for your trust," he said, bowing his head. "Shall we get started tonight?"

"It's a date!"

He chuckled and Elluin's heart fluttered with excitement at the sounds of his amusement.

#noire writes #dragon age #fanfic #dadwc #solas #elluin #lavellan #solavellan

[sad-boy-hank]

looks directly a you

been a while since i wrote something, huh. anyway-

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Doc knew exactly what was gonna happen here.

First, some agents would come in. Then, they’d ask him about his base, he wouldn’t answer, they’d beat him up a little, and then they’d kill him.

Easy-peasy.

He stared at the metal door a few yards away. It was so close. . . but his chair was bolted to the floor, and his hands and feet were tied. If he was strong enough, he could break the leather bindings. . . if he was Hank enough. . .

The door slid open and two agents wandered in, along with a half-MAG. “Hey, dissenter,” An agent sneered.

Ugh. “Hello, bootslut.”

The agent recoiled slightly but soon recovered. “You know what we’re here for, yes?”

Doc rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you ask me questions, I give you jack shit, you torture and kill me. Done.” He sighed and leaned back.

“Eh, close enough. Listen, our pal Mason here,” he gestured to the half-MAG, “Is a bit pent up. We was thinkin’, maybe you could help wif ‘at.”

The trapped hacker lifted a brow. “Whadda you want me to do about it?”

“Fix him and we, eh. . . might letcha go.”

That was a fat fucking lie, a real flimsy fib. Doc sighed, frustrated. “Mmhm. Whatever. Couldja unstrap me here?”

The agents chuckled. “Nah, we like to see a struggle.” They walked out, leaving Doc and Mason alone.

Mason whined and sniffed the air. “What are you, blind? I’m right in front of-” The half-MAG removed his glasses, revealing an ugly scar over his cross. Oh. “Sorry.” Mason huffed.

He pushed his face into the stomach of the bound hacker. Doc’s body was larger than most, soft and squishy. The half-MAG took a long inhale of Doc’s sharp scent. The sterile smell would have stung the nose of any other, but the half-MAG seemed to enjoy it.

Suddenly, the intercom hissed. “Dude. Mason. You’re supposed to hurt him and shit. I know it’s your first day but like, c’mon man.”

Mason whined and pushed his face into the crook of Doc’s neck, opening wide and biting down as hard as he could- nearly cutting Doc’s jugular. Doc bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming too loud.

“Good job, Agent-L-554422! You will get a treat.”

Mason cooed happily, letting Doc bleed. He stepped back, then drooped when he noticed the scent of Doc’s discomfort. He reached a paw to cup Doc’s face and comfort him. Doc raised a brow, confused. Perhaps. . . he could use this compassion to his advantage.

“Hey. Mason, was it?”

Doc grinned when the half-MAG perked up. “You know those guys who brought you in? They want me to get hurt. Did you know that?”

Mason whined and stepped away, a stern look on his face. “No. . . nice men. . .”

Doc whimpered. “Maybe to you. They hate me.”

The intercom hissed to life. “Do not comply with him. You won’t get treats.”

“Bullshit,” Doc muttered. “Hey. Mason, do you like being called by name?” Mason nodded excitedly. “And do you like treats?” The half-MAG nodded again. “If you break me out of here, I’ll always call you by your name and I’ll always give you treats, okay?” Mason rushed to the bound hacker’s side, sniffing. The intercom hissed again. “Agent-L-554422, you’re going to be apprehended and killed.” The half-MAG paused.

“Don’t listen to them, okay? They’re gonna slow you down.” Mason nodded and ripped out the bindings.

“AGENT L-554422!”

Mason quickly hoisted Doc onto his shoulder- not unlike a potato sack- and burst through the door, much to Doc’s screaming protestations of ‘no, wait, I’m not ready’.

Agents quickly rushed to the scene, and Mason, not one to give up, started throwing, kicking, punching, doing everything he could to create space between him and the agents.

This was not a good strategy when the agents Mason was fending off had long range weapons.

“MASON!” Doc screamed, beating at his back. “JUST FUCKING MOVE!”

Mason, finally noticing that he was covered in bullets, rushed past the agents as Doc screamed. “I’M SHOT!”

Mason, deciding to take a shortcut, kicked out a window. “Mason.” he readyed Doc for the throw. “Mason.” He finally tossed Doc out and leaped after him. “MASON- ACK!”

The two lay there for a little while, adrenaline wearing off- for Doc at least. Mason was still very, very high on it. As bullets whizzed through the air he plucked Doc from the ground and rushed off into the wastes of Nevada. “Wait! We can take a car!” Cried Doc, all too late as they passed the vehicles.

Most of the vehicles, at least.

Mason tossed Doc into the back of an armored truck, ripped off the front door, and instantly crashed it into a closeby ravine meant to deter escape.

* * *

Doc awoke to see Mason, off to the side, hunched over. He seemed to be digging something. Doc tried to sit up, but winced at a pain in his side. Were the agents really that incompetent? Sure enough, he had only been shot in the side,legs, and shoulders.

Mason, on the other hand. . .

He was riddled with bulletholes, every part of him covered with them. He kinda reminded Doc of swiss cheese.

Mason seemed almost done with his digging, as he was just patting the earth he’d dug. Mason finally turned to Doc, teary-eyed. “Mister?”

Doc glanced around. “Yyyeah. . .?”

The half-MAG quickly draped himself over Doc, sobbing profusely. “You was is shot! You ain’tid gon’ make it!” he whimpered and whined and nuzzled into the very confused hacker, who simply pat Mason’s back.

“Did you. . . think that killed me?” Doc asked, a bit confused.

“Yes!” came the shouted reply from the distraught half-MAG. “Thought yous was is dead!”

Doc remained silent for a moment, petting his companion. “You’ve got a lot of bullets in you,” he whispered. “Say, if you keep me safe until I get home, I’ll treat them for you.”

Mason sniffled. “Promise?”

Doc nodded. “I promise.”

#madness combat #madcom #itsrambles #my writing #itswritings #madcom oc #madcom 2bdamned #madcom doc #madcom mason

[storiesfromhalcyontale]

Chapter 11: Meanwhile! Back at home...

I woke up the next morning and checked my phone, sunday and no new messages from Asriel or Sho… The amount of pain I had felt soon returned to my head, I silently cried in my bed… Sho, the kid with too much kindness gets repaid like this… And Asriel was only a bystander in all of this! I got out of my bed, and wandered downstairs where I saw my dad sitting there… worried.

“Akemi is everything alright..?” He asked, giving me a concerned look “You seemed really upset last night.” I looked at him, I have to lie.

“It’s fine. Just some stuff on my mind, that's it.” I turned to the kitchen and poured my mind. I heard a loud knock on the door and my dad went to open it. I saw Toriel and Asgore outside, Asriel’s parents. Toriel worked at the preschool near here, she had casual clothing on and overall gave more chilled out vibes. Asgore used to be the king of monsters, however he retired from that role to pursue his dreams of being a gardener. They had both divorced officially the year prior and both were generally happy monsters. However, both had worried looks on their faces.

“Excuse me Mr.Ritsuko..” Toriel said gently, “Could we talk to your son for two seconds?”

“Sure?” My dad said, turning to me in confusion “He’s right here.” I exited the house and shut the door behind me, I knew why they were here. But I wasn’t sure whether to be honest, like they’d believe me.

“Akemi, we have a singular question to ask you..” Asgore muttered, getting onto one knee in front of me “Where’s Asriel?”. I looked at them both for a moment and sighed, I’ve got to tell them.

“You won’t believe me.” I muttered, “It’s almost impossible to believe me.”

“Akemi if it’ll help us find our son we’ll hear anything out.” Toriel said looking at me “And since you're the last person he was with… your our best hope.” I sighed again and looked at them both, Here goes nothing.

“Asriel is in another realm. So is Sho.” I said quickly “And if you don’t believe me call Gaster he was there when it happened.” Both looked at me confused, Asgore took his phone out and dialled Asgore.

“Akemi, that’s improbable…” Toriel reassured me, “Other realms don’t exist. They can’t, we’d know about it.”

“Well they do.” I muttered “Two beings were brought through from a separate realm on monday and Sho helped them out.” I looked at Toriel, standing firm “I’m sorry that this doesn’t make sense, it barely makes sense to me. But when I was there, I saw Unit B close the blast doors. I heard Sho’s confusion as to what was going on, I heard Asriel’s scream…” I looked down at the floor, Asgore walked back up to Toriel.

“He’s telling the truth, Toriel..” He muttered stunned. “Toriel.. Asriel and Sho are in another realm..” I looked back up and saw Toriel look at Asgore in fear. None of us knew where either Asriel or Sho were. “Gaster’s also asked us to meet at the lab…”. I headed back inside to leave those two to their grief… I walked back to my room and got changed. I might as well head down there too.. I threw on an old jacket Asriel had given me. A versity jacket with green and white on it.. “Here take this! My mum won’t mind, don't worry!” He said that day… I didn’t realise how much I actually missed Asriel, it felt like a hole had been punched in my heart.

I left the house after getting ready and began to walk to the laboratory, I walked slowly and began to take in the scenery around me. Who knew that Sho would come across them two, I thought. It was his gut feeling that caused him to take them back to Gaster’s… I continued to walk, soon finding myself at the Laboratory and entering through to the room.. That horrible room. I saw Gaster explaining the situation to Asgore and Toriel, clearly sleep deprived. I looked at the Units. They were working on something under the guidance of Unit C, I walked up to unit C and waved at him.

“Hello there Mr…?” Unit C’s voice dragged, I never told him my name.

“It’s Akemi. Akemi Ritsuko.” I muttered.

“Ah yes Mr Ritsuko! It’s nice to see you again under…these conditions “ Unit C said, turning to me.

“What are you trying to do?” I asked, looking curiously at the other Units. They seemed to be working on a…computer thing. There was a blue orb in the centre. 

“Oh this?” He turned to the machine “Well when we…took Laval and Cragger, Unit D also grabbed these orb things. So-”

“So we’re trying to replicate the frequencies of the orbs to emit a signal that will connect to their phones.” Unit B interrupted, still continuing his work, “It’s a simple concept.” Unit C turned to Unit B annoyed, then looked back at me and smiled.

“Yeah basically that.” He muttered, “However we’re having problems. We’re having difficulties-”

“Replicating the frequencies of the blue orb.” Unit B interrupted, standing up and turning to me. “Our technology isn’t used to these frequencies so it's disrupting the mechanics of the machine itself.” Unit C turned to Unit B with an angry look.

“Unit B, why have you been so talkative recently?” He asked, “You barely said a word before this ‘experiment’ took place. And know your speaking alot more, why is that.”

“Well… we’re bound to get arrested for this.” Unit B muttered, “Who do you think suggested the experiment?” Unit C looked confused, “Let me word it differently so your brain can understand. Who suggested we investigate the theory of realms?” Unit C’s eyes widened, staring at Unit B.

“It was you..” Unit C muttered, What…? “You placed the original idea in Unit A’s head..”

“I can do you one better.” Unit B shouted, “I was the one that started the experiment in the first place!”

“What…” I muttered. I looked at them both.

“I started it out of a morbid curiosity, a curiosity that led me to many places.” Unit B shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. “When I heard about this, I thought there was a genuine possibility, So all I had to do was briefly mention it to Unit A and he wouldn’t suspect a thing!” Toriel walked up to Unit B with a furious glare.

“So let me get this straight.” Toriel sternly mumbled, “From what I’m hearing from Gaster, you caused two children to be taken from their homes. Planned to experiment on them, then if that wasn’t enough. Sent MY SON through the same portal then exploded it so they couldn’t get back?”

“Well when you put it like that.. Yes” Unit B said without an ounce of regret “And I’m sorry your son got caught in the crossfire.” Toriel looked as if she was going to murder him there on the spot. However she composed herself and left the room, with Asgore and Gaster following. “And I know you let them out Unit C.”

“What?!” Unit C yelled, “How did you?!” “It was obvious really, you were in the room when it happened..” Unit B said, glaring at Unit C “You were the person to suggest that one of us helped them escape. And I’m not an idiot like Units A and D.” Unit C looked down at the ground and thought for a moment..

“Yes. I did but you have to understand my reasoning…that wasn’t what I signed up for.” He said “That isn’t who I am.”

“Yeah but you still helped us go through with it.” Unit B argued, “You still helped us build the machine, in my opinion you're just as guilty as the rest of us.” Unit C stayed quiet and continued working on the machine, so did Unit B. I left the room, I saw Gaster, Toriel and Asgore outside still talking. Toriel was silently crying to herself and Asgore was listening to Gaster.

“What do we do then?” Asgore asked, “The units seem to be getting nowhere with all the bickering.”

“Well, since human technology can’t harness the frequencies of the blue orb I’m thinking we enfuse the machine with magic capabilities.” Gaster stated, looking at them both “However I’m not sure how long it’ll take, probably weeks.” I looked at Gaster, Weeks?! 

“Have you told Sans and Grillby?” Toriel asked, “Sho is also in this other realm. Don’t they have a right to know?” Gaster looked at Toriel, I didn’t know what he was going to say..

“I haven’t gotten around to it yet..” Gaster muttered, “I don’t know what to say to them. It’s kind of hard to say ‘Hey you know your son that you’ve only just talked to on thursday? Yeah he’s in a completely different realm!’..” Gaster sat down, clearly thinking of his next move through all the stress. Asgore took a seat next to Gaster.

“Gaster, I'm sure everything will be fine..” Asgore muttered, laying his head on Gaster’s shoulder, “You’ll get them both home I promise..” Gaster looked at Asgore.

“Thanks Gorey..” He muttered, he proceeded to stand up and turn to me. “Akemi I need a favour from you, I estimate the first test run will happen within two days from now..” Two days..? “I need time to enfuse the machine with monster magic. So please, come back in two days..” I looked at Gaster, I didn’t know why but this didn’t feel right… Sho and Asriel were my friends, I should be doing more..

“There’s gotta be something more I can do..” I muttered, “I can’t just stand there and wait for two days!” Gaster looked at me and sighed.

“Well, I guess you could help with coordinating the Units..” Gaster said, I could hear more shouting from the units. “If they keep on arguing, I doubt they’ll be able to build the machine to help us get Sho and Asriel home.” I turned and entered the room and saw all the units bickering, Unit A and B on one side and Unit C and D on the other. I couldn’t hear what either side was saying, I stood there for a couple of seconds trying to think on what to do.

“Can you all shut up?!” I yelled, they all stopped arguing and turned to me, “Arguing won’t get us anywhere. Look, here's the plan.” I walked to the front of the room and they kept their eyes on me. “You all have to just get along for two days. Then you all can go back to questioning your morals.” “I’m not working with Unit C.” Unit A yelled, turning to me, “They don’t respect the ideals for science!”

“Are your ideals for science kidnapping two men from their realm?” I asked bluntly, he was taken aback by this. “Anyways, everyone please listen to Unit C. He seems the most sane out of you all.” I left the room again, and seemingly the arguing had stopped for the moment. I took a seat on an empty chair and thought for a moment. I trusted Gaster but this almost felt Impossible, although I have seen the impossible… I stood up… These next two days are going to be wild..

Two days later..

I woke up to a message from Gaster. I haven’t been in school recently due to my Dad having me go on sick leave for a while… I checked the message.

12pm

Gaster: Everything is prepared, just finishing enfusing magic into the machine.

Akemi: Alright, I’m on my way.

Gaster: Also make sure to bring your cellular device.

Bring my cellular dev- Oh he means my phone. I got ready and headed to the science lab. Once I had gotten there I found Gaster finishing up the preparations.

“Akemi you're just in time-” Gaster stated walking up to me, “We’ve made a discovery.” 

“This discovery being?” I asked intently, taking a seat. I looked around and saw Unit C, Asgore and Toriel in the room. Still no sign of Sans and Grillby.. 

“When the units first opened the portal, it created a small rift that they couldn’t close.” Gaster stated, turning to the machine “We can’t get through it but small signals can.” Wait, that means this realm will always be connected to the other realm. “I think we are ready to begin, Akemi, when the orb starts glowing brighter than usual. Call Sho.”

“Alright..” I muttered taking a seat behind some bullet proof windowing. I saw Unit C stand up and prepare something, although I didn’t know what. Soon the machine got started up and I got my phone out prepared to call Sho. Soon the orb began to glow brightly and I called Sho. I waited for a moment, expecting this to fail….

“Whoa guys that’s sick!” I shouted, looking at my phone “Can’t believe that you got some signal through the portal.” I was absolutely dumbfounded!

“Sho is Asriel there?” I heard Toriel say, “We need to see if he’s alright.” I shuddered, I knew they’d ask this. I took a deep breath and began to explain to them what had happened within the past three days of us being here.. After explaining it Toriel left the view and I heard weeping behind the camera. Gaster went behind the camera to comfort her. I sat back down…

“This is all my fault Akemi..” I said, I didn’t even have the power to cry anymore.. “If I didn’t come up with that stupid plan none of this would’ve happened!”

“Sho…” Akemi looked at me but didn’t say anything..

“I promised I’d protect him in this world but I couldn’t do anything! I-” “Akemi give me the phone.” I heard Asgore say. Akemi gave the phone to Asgore, “Sho none of this is your fault.”

“But-”

“Sho listen to me for two seconds. You did the best you could to save both Laval and Cragger.” Asgore said sternly “And Asriel helped out, The fault is on the Unit’s for even taking them. None of this is one you.”

“Yeah but…what do I do?” I stuttered, looking down at the floor. Asgore thought for a second, choosing his next words carefully.

“Well, we are working on getting you both back. So I say rest up and begin trying to find way to separate Asriel and this… ‘crooler’ person.” Asgore looked at me, “Please save my son Sho…”

“Asgore the energy is about to reach it’s end.” I heard Gaster say, taking the phone. “Shoto, please be careful..”

“Right, Also before I go.. Please tell Sans and Grillby where I am. I’d rather them not worry..” Gaster looked at me, then nodded. “Goodbye..” Akemi, Asgore and Gaster waved and soon the call was cut. I sat there for a moment, and Lavertus took a seat next to me.

“Kid you alright?” He asked, I didn’t say a word.. I was thinking about what Asgore had said. Find a way to separate Asriel and Crooler.. Well, she has this deception plant thing that allows her to manipulate him… Maybe if we somehow destroy the plant that’ll somehow loosen her grip on Asriel. I stood up 

“I’m going to find Cragger and Laval…” I said, turning to the stairs.

“Alright kid..” Lavertus said gently, I walked up to Laval’s room where I saw Laval snuggled up to Cragger. Laval had his head resting on Cragger’s chest and was asleep, Cragger however was awake and playing with Laval’s mane “Cragger could I ask you something..?”

“Sure thing Sho.” Cragger said.

“What’s that plant that Crooler had?” I asked, taking a seat on Laval’s bed, Cragger carefully moved Laval’s head so as to not wake him and sat up.

“Yeah, well kind of.” Cragger shuffled next to me, “The actual name for them is persuader plants. We all thought the plants were extinct, but my dad was always into gardening and grew his own at one point. However they were destroyed two years ago after Crooler was exiled, so how she’s gotten one, and one that strong I…I don’t know.” Cragger turned to me.

“So hypothetically speaking, if we destroy the plant. It should stop Asriel from being persuaded by Crooler.”

“Well not exactly.” Cragger replied “The plant uses a scent that makes animals more…perceptible to what the owner of the plant wants. Since Crooler wanted me to destroy the Lions, that's what I believed. Why are you asking this anyways?”

“Oh, I plan on saving Asriel.” I said bluntly, “Well I’ve got to rest, I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”

“Oh well, goodnight then.” Cragger laid back down next to Laval and began to fall asleep. I left the room and entered my accommodations, I just thought for a moment. I laid in my bed, thinking for a moment. Soon I fell asleep. I knew that these next couple of days will be somewhat Crazy, But after everything I feel like I’m prepared for them… Asriel, I’m sorry all this happened.. I’m going to get you home!

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I really wanted to write for Akemi at some point during the story so the cop out at the end was for that reason and honestly I really like how he's written. I hope to develop him more with his own short-story one day.

#Sho Sato #Asriel #Akemi Ritsuko #gaster #grillby #sans #Halcyontale #legends of chima #crossover #taken from ao3 #chima laval #chima cragger #laval the lion #cragger the crocodile #cragger x laval #miss wayward #mr heggarty #the units #Eren Watanabe #Lagravis #Lavertus #Eris #Worriz #Razar #Bladvic #Gorzan #Crooler #Li'ella

[thescribblingtourist]

A Career in Clay

Meet Hamilton Wiltshire, Master Potter of Barbados

Written By Richard Perry

“I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter’s hand.” — Janet Fitch, White Oleander

On our third trip to Barbados, my wife decided that to celebrate her birthday she would like to meet the man behind the popular Hamilton’s Pottery brand. The trouble was, no one, including our cab driver (and his dispatcher), had any idea where to find the shop.

The glossy tourist brochures make no mention. All we knew was that it was somewhere in the St. Thomas parish, far removed from the commercial districts in Bridgetown or Holetown. A Google search advised that we were to ‘turn at Little Jerusalem junction.’

So, we headed inland toward Welchman Hall Gully and Misery Hill until a blue roundabout sign confirmed we were on the right track. Up we climbed, past rickety farm houses, past a lone foraging goat, past a tall sugar cane crop until a bumpy Allan View Road – more a pathway than a road – took us to a non-descript grey building with a sign confirming that we’d arrived.

 “You’re a hard man to find,” said my wife as we entered the shaded workspace. “I’m the Shelley who sent you the email from Canada.”

 “Oh yes, I remember,” said Mr. Hamilton Wiltshire, greeting us with a wide smile as he placed a handle on another clay mug being readied for the kiln. “Hello Ms. Shelley. Pleased to meet you and welcome to Barbados!”

Shelley told him how we had received gifts of his pottery in recent years. She began her shopping while I chatted with this amiable Bajan craftsman. Turns out he has been turning Barbadian clay into pottery now for more than four decades.

“I began when I was a teenager and heard a radio spot promoting government pottery training right out of high school,” he said. “From there I took further training, including study in Italy, and started my business selling Indigenous pottery.”

In fact, Wiltshire used Indigenous Potteries as a business name, until a customer wandered into the shop one day and asked if this was ‘Hamilton’s Pottery’. After another visitor asked the same question, he decided to personalize his brand. A wise decision.

Today, Hamilton runs the countryside business with the help of his wife, sister and cousin. Their son lives abroad in the UK.

 “I hope that maybe someday he will come home and work with us,” he said. “I am hoping to find a younger person, someone with the right attitude, to be trained to work with me.”

Wiltshire produces a range of stunning ceramic products, many of which are sold through retail outlets such as the popular Cave Shepherd chain of eight stores and the Best of Barbados shops. He also sells from a tent during the popular Holetown Festival in mid- February each year.

“The festival keeps me up until 2 a.m., but I love it,” he adds, while setting the latest mug onto a shelf to dry before being baked in the kiln.

His pottery is made with red clay sourced in nearby St. Andrews. The end products include functional and traditional pots – monkey jars, table ware and vases – along with decorative candle shades, flying fish wall art, chimes and spoon ladles.

During our brief visit, his cousin was inserting individual plugs of clay onto a mould press, which produced a ready-to-bake spoon ladle. As each item was retrieved from the mould, he trimmed the excess clay by hand. All of the colourful glazes that are baked onto Wiltshire’s creations are environmentally safe.

Earlier in his career Wiltshire was encouraged to ship products to overseas markets, but the huge demand on his time took away from what he loved most – the craft itself.

“I had to ask myself the question: Am I a potter or a packer?” He eventually cut back from ten staff to three. He will, however, still produce some custom orders.

Hamilton rung up our purchases and helped wrap them, offering a generous discount on top of the already reasonable wholesale price. It was a huge saving over the retail markups found elsewhere.

On our return to Holetown, our cab driver Dwight tells us his real passion is cooking. He has studied in the US and UK and is considering taking a course in fine cuisine in Montreal, Canada. So, it was no surprise to me that my kind wife added something special as we paid our fare – one of Wiltshire’s specialty kitchen items – a ceramic spoon ladle glazed in beautiful Caribbean blues and greens.

“Something to remember our trip by,” she said. “And now you’ll always know where to bring your passengers if they’re looking for Hamilton’s shop.”

Weeks later back in Canada, it is a chilly winter’s morning, a far cry from the 28-degree Celsius climate in Barbados. We reach for our coffee mugs. Smiling, we remember our search for the happy Bajan potter who has pleased thousands of customers throughout the Caribbean and overseas.

Turning the mug over, we read the inscription on the bottom: Hamilton’s Pottery, Barbados. A pleasant reminder of the day we met this extraordinary craftsman and gentleman. -30-

 To find Hamilton’s Pottery of Barbados:

By car: From Holetown, drive 9.7 km east for 13-15 minutes via Highways 1A and 1. Turn at Little Jerusalem Junction, following the blue arrow sign for Hamilton’s Pottery.

Address: Lot 4 (Allan View Road), Sturges, St. Thomas, Barbados.

Tel: [phone]

Email: [email protected]

Hours: Mon to Fri – 9am to 5pm and Saturday – 9am to 1pm

Closed Sunday.

[aewd2812]

Day 7: Soulmate

Hello, hello! How have you been? I’m using my first joker for today’s prompt. The original one should have been about Science Fantasy, but I think my original story is already about it? So here you go, a classic soulmate prompt. 

Enjoy~

Masterlist

Everyone is born with a sentence tattooed on their inner left wrist, the one nearer and closest to the heart. The sentence could be just one word long – whether it’s a simple “yes” or “ah”, or many words linking to each other in a long sentence. As far as this phenomenon has existed, everyone had a soulmate.

However, when a certain girl learned about this phenomenon for the first time, she discovered unsurprisingly her lack of one. It was not the most important nor useful information to learn as a kid tossed aside in the slums. It was even a liability. Wandering in the slums, with not even a penny in hand and punctured rags, death – and all types of horror, were a daily occurrence. She would often see someone crying at the feet of their breathless lover, the tattoo disappearing magically from both of their wrists. She didn’t mind much, as it meant more distraction for the target in front of her and more opportunity for her to steal. For her, this could mean two more days of survival on moulded, hard-as-rock, bread. Nothing more and nothing less. Her lack of one, on the other side, meant one less vulnerability for others to use or take advantage of.

One day, after she had agreed to be the next leader in line and had undertaken the training for a few months, the old man took her to meet his subordinate. A friend, he had called.

“It’s nothing serious. I wanted you to meet my right-hand man, so he can protect you as well while you are still training. You should get along with him and his child too. You never know when you might need help from a trustworthy person.” The man with a growing grey head had said. He wasn’t very tall. But somehow, all his other features were always concealed from her. “If I remember correctly, Hector’s son should be a few months older than you.”

Walking down another rusty street of the lightless back alley, she hadn’t been that interested. It was another man she would have to work with, one way or another, another one she could have met anywhere or at any time. However, after they stopped in the middle of a rich part of the town, knocked in a now familiar pattern, her interest perked. Another man, in his middle age, opened the forest green door. Clinging at his legs was a little kid with raven features, half hiding behind them. Maybe the old man had hoped for her to make friends with the little child barely older than her, but instead of being focused on the child, she had been much more concentrated on the adult. Was his name Hector Shaffer?

The man was welcoming them with the most care she had ever seen. It was not out of fear either. Just by looking at his appearance, anyone could easily guess the butler’s personality. He couldn’t be a bad guy. Every single one of his facial features was showing his gentleness and patience. The smile directed to her was one full of warmth with eyes twinkling like those of the snobby ignorant children. While the first thought that came at her was his overwhelming gentle aura, the second thought that came to her mind was much more gruesome. He was bound to die soon. In the cruel world, she had lived in and seen so far, a nice person couldn’t live for long. They were the first to be sacrificed, tricked, and killed. They would all die in the cruellest of ways.

Unsurprisingly, her prediction became true. Two days after meeting them, both the old man – who took care of her all her life, and Hector, the nice man who welcomed them, died in mysterious circumstances hidden under the disguise of an unfortunate incident. Learning the news through the screen was a shock for Lucien. For Alice, though, it meant one more reason to move on and an impending role to shoulder. Whoever, as she was ready to leave this place they had lived in for a few days, she didn’t have the heart to leave this sobbing child, reminding her so much of her younger self, alone. Lucien was devasted. Holding tightly on his knees, like the child he was, he cried on the couch for hours. He had known his fair share of sadness, but he didn’t expect the only person he could feel safe with, to die at such a young age. He wasn’t ready to shoulder all the responsibility an adult had to, or face all the dangers hiding in the dark.

“I won’t be able to see him anymore! What should I do? Am I going to get taken away? I don’t want to go back!”

After being tossed from one family member to the other, Lucien had been happy to live with his uncle and thought to repay him for his favour. But now that he was dead, it was impossible for him to do so. While the pretty girl sitting at his side, had never talked to him and even chose to ignore him, he was just grateful for her presence, even if it wasn’t going to stay for long. It was just the first time for him to see his whole world crashing down. And while he had run out of arguments to wail some more, a hesitant voice sounded from his side.

“… Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.”

Even if he had been crying a few instants before, this sentence struck him. He was still impossibly lonely and sad at the recent loss he suffered. But this sentence had been tattooed on his left wrist since the day he was born. The young girl who had been cold to him so far was none other than his long-awaited soulmate.

A week later, Lucien had declared he would take care of Alice forever, as her new butler, just like his uncle did to the previous leader.

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[leonstamatis]

not to start posting about video games or whatever but it really is wild how different shield is from leaf green

#tam.exe #like the battles are expected to be harder and so there aren’t as many and also there are so many ways to stop and rest up and recover #but I’m so USED to it being like YES HELLO ARE YOU READY TO WANDER THROUGH A CAVE FULL OF ENEMIES FOR WEEKS #that I have stockpiled a bunch of shit i apparently don’t NEED #and like it feels like the type matchups matter SO MUCH MORE #because the battles ARE more strategic #you think i knew anything beyond the very basics??? no!! #I know ‘water beats fire beats grass beats water’ #anything beyond that I have GUESSED and ASSUMED #AND THAT SUITED ME WELL FOR TWENTY ODD YEARS NOW #WHY MUST I NOW LEARN ABOUT DARK AND FAIRY AND STEEL THEY MAKE NO SENSE #it is genuinely so fun I’m having a great time I’m just an old man yelling out into the void right now #maybe it wouldn’t be this weird if i had played other generations between then and now #but I DIDNT because I don’t DO video games #so this is all NEW TO ME #anyway carry on

[writing-wh0re]

October 7th. Kinky Halloween Special Masterlist

Kink: Daddy

Au!Fred x Reader.

Words: 2,524.

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Sex, Female Performing Oral, Male Performing Oral, Dirty Talk, Daddy Dom Fred, Praise. Best-friends Dad (Age Gap) 

*Nova is my own character. 

The moment Nova had suggested that I tag along with her for the summer and stay at her dad’s lake house, I couldn’t refuse. I was so excited. 

One, the lake house is in the prime location, bars are within walking distance, the pool is immaculate and the view was something else all together. 

Two, Nova’s dad, Fred. 

God Fred was the definition of Dilf. 

The first time I noticed my school girl crush was Nova’s 21st birthday. Fred had booked out a private Yacht and invited most of the people from our classes. It was sweet and probably the happiest I have seen Nova. However, I spent most of the night at the top of the Yacht drinking and joking around with Fred, both of us wanting to escape the crowd. That night solidified my crush for the older man, especially the second his fingertips brushed my knee which caused my skin to erupt with goosebumps and my breath to catch in my throat. I could have sworn Fred’s eyes lingered on my cleavage a little too much that night but I’m sure it was the alcohol swirling through my veins. 

“Ready?” Nova’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, her suitcase behind her. 

“Definitely.” I confirm zipping my case and following Nova out of our dorm, excitement and nervous bubbling inside of me. 

\\//

Nova pushes the large dark wood door open, the smell of cinnamon and apple filling the air, light chatter bouncing off the walls. 

“I think my uncle is here.” Nova mumbles, leaving her suitcase on the ground and walking through the house. I follow her lead, ditching my suitcase and taking in the beautifully styled home. 

“Hey Dad, uncle George.” 

I almost faint on the spot, there’s Fred and a literal duplicate of Fred.

“Uh Dad you remember Y/n, George this is my best friend Y/n.” I smile weakly at the pair as George smiles at me.

“Good to see you again Y/n.” Fred smiles, I notice George side eye Fred quickly raising his eyebrows before taking a sip of his drink. Fred simply smirks, nodding softly, his eyes lingering on me before darting over to Nova. I frown my eyebrows together trying to understand what they are silently talking about, surely not me. I shake the thought from my head, of course two grown men haven't been talking about me, especially not my best friend's dad. Get it together Y/n. 

“So, what do you have planned for this summer?” George asks, his eyes flicking between Nova and I. 

“Definitely hitting the bars, soaking in the sun and maybe finding a man or two.” Nova winks as she hands me a glass of wine. 

“A man?” Fred questions. 

“Or two?” George questions both of them laughing at each other. 

“It's summer, why not have a little fun?” The second the words leave my lips I feel a blush creep upon my face, Fred and George both chuckling in response. 

“Maybe we should go have some summer fun Freddie.” George smirks causing Nova to gag slightly. 

“Right, that's our cue to leave.” Nova mumbles quickly downing the rest of her glass and walking back inside the house. 

“Uh.” The heat returns to my body as I get left alone with Fred and George. I leave my glass on the table in front of me and walk inside the house, once inside I turn back to take in Fred’s appearance one last time. My breath hitches in my throat and butterflies erupt inside of me as our eyes lock together. I hurriedly look away and rush through the house to get ready for the night with Nova. 

Coincidence. Just a simple Coincidence. 

\\// 

Nova and I had been dancing for hours, the music thumped through my chest, the alcohol flowed through my veins and my mind kept wandering to Fred, curious as to what he is doing right now. 

“Hey, this is Tom and we’re getting out of here.” Nova squeals excitedly, pulling a blonde guy behind her before I even have a chance to respond. 

“Seriously?” I yell, my voice falling silent over the sound of the music. I follow behind the pair, hoping to catch Nova and ask if she is seriously leaving me in the club right now. 

“Hey!” 

Nova’s body disappears into a cab before she has the chance to hear me. 

“Fuck.” I huff, the cool breeze hitting my exposed skin. Only a three minute walk back to the house, I tell myself. I quickly check the time, 11:45pm, Fred will definitely be asleep and won’t question Nova’s hodiny act. 

The walk back was quick and almost claiming. The sound of the wind blowing in the trees, owls hooting and the crispy moon light shining along the streets. 

The walk back to the house had definitely sobered me up, now fully aware of how loud my heels are against the pavement. I decide to slip my heels off before walking on the wooden deck, not wanting to disturb Fred. I search through my bag, trying to find the house key but coming up empty handed. 

“Fuck you Nova.” I mumble, slightly lifting up the doormat with my foot in hopes of a spare key, but no luck. Right as I’m about to walk around the back and sleep on the deck chairs the door pulls open. 

Fred and George both laugh and continue their conversation before their eyes land on me. 

“Oh Y/n, hello again.” George smiles. 

“Um, hey.” I smile back. My eyes quickly flick to Fred his toned chest on full display and loose grey sweatpants hanging on his hips. 

“Everything okay? You’re missing Nova.” Fred asks, slight worry filling his voice. 

“Yeah no, everything is fine, Nova is making her summer fun with Tom?” I question wondering if I should even be telling her father and uncle this. 

The twins laugh at my question, both shaking their heads. 

“Well I will see you later, nice meeting you y/n.” George smiles, “Enjoy your summer Freddie.” George’s eyes look me up and down before he walks past me, the sound of his car unlocking in the near distance. 

“Excuse me.” I mumble pushing past Fred as he stands in the doorway, I quickly drop my shoes with the others at the door, wanting to rush away to my room. 

“So why aren’t you out making your summer fun with a guy?” 

I feel my mouth go dry at his question, how do I answer this without saying it’s because of you dumbass. 

“The guy’s I typically go for aren’t hanging around at clubs.” Fred raises his eyebrow, his eyes flicking from my lips and back to my eyes. 

“What kind of guys do you go for?” 

Now's your chance, say it's him, if it goes badly act super drunk and blame it on that. I take a deep breath after listening to the internal battle with myself. 

“Guys that choose to stay in with their brothers and drink.” The moment the sentence flows through the air, my cheeks heat up, both with nerves and regret. 

Fred smirks, licking his lips before walking towards me. I back away from him slightly before my back hits the wall. 

“Is that so? Darling, I'm old enough to be your father” 

“That has never been an issue for me… daddy.” 

Fred groans before locking his lips with mine. I moan into the kiss, the sweet taste of cinnamon whiskey on his tongue as our tongues fight for dominance. His hands roam my body, falling to the middle of my back and pulling me flush against his chest. My fingers lace in his hair, tugging on the strands. 

“This is wrong.” I pant, pulling away from the kiss as our chests rise and fall. 

“Say the word and I stop.” Fred’s eyes search mine for any hesitation before I close the gap between us. His hands fall to my thighs picking me up in one swift motion and slowly walking us to his bedroom. My red dress hikes up my thighs with every step closer to the room, my black lace panties on full display. I pull my lips away from Fred’s kissing down his neck before discovering his sweet spot. His fingers grip my ass tight, moans falling from his lips. 

A surprised squeal escapes me as Fred drops me on his bed, his eyes lingering on my body. Before he has the chance to ask me I pull my dress from my skin, leaving me in just my panties, thankful that my dress didn’t require a bra. 

“Jesus.” Fred steps back, taking in the sight of me half naked and under him, egar for him. 

“Daddy please.” The nickname causes his eyes to roll back slightly, a low sigh passing his lips as he cages me in against the mattress, kissing my lips before trailing kisses down my neck towards my boobs. I arch my back causing my nipple to press against his tongue more, his teeth pulling at the hardening nub. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

Fred smirks, chuckling as the slight vibration rumbles against my skin. 

“I’ve barely touched you babygirl, look at you, so needy and eager for me.” 

“Only you.” 

My words pull yet another chuckle from his lips. Fred’s fingertips trail along the waistband on my panties causing a shiver to run down my spine. He leans down over my body, his warm breath fanning against my neck. 

“Get on your knees.” Within a second I am on my knees looking up at him. “Fuck, such a good girl.” 

I softly nod in response, my hand palming his evident erection through his sweatpants. Fred hisses at the contact before ridding himself of the clothing. 

A whimper escapes me at the sight of his hard cock. Longer and thicker than I had imagined but everything I need. 

Without being asked I take his dick in my hand, pumping up and down as I lightly swirl my tongue around the head. 

“Yes baby.” Fred’s fingers loop in my hair, holding it out of the way to ensure he gets the perfect view of his cock disappearing into my throat. I bob my head up and down his length, my tongue swirling and my cheeks hollowing out. Fred’s cock leaves my lips with a pop, he grabs his dick and slowly slides it up and down my tongue moaning at the sight. 

“Fucking perfect.” My eyes roll back at the praise, arousal leaking down my thighs and my mind hoping this isn’t some twisted dream. 

Fred pulls me up by my arms, his lips finding mine again in a hungry kiss. His fingertips brush against my clothed pussy before slipping past the fabric and rubbing my swollen clit. I hiss at the contact, Fred moans at the feeling of my wetness. 

“Daddy’s girl likes sucking dick huh?” 

“Makes her little pussy drip?” 

“Does my princess touch herself to the thought of me?” 

I meekly nod in response not wanting the pleasure to stop, however Fred stops his movements causing me to whimper. 

“Daddy asked you a question darling, do you think of me when you cum?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Good girl.” He presses a quick kiss to the side of my head before he pushes me back onto the bed, ripping the panties from my skin. His tongue presses flat against my clit as I sigh with pleasure and surprise. 

“Daddy.” 

Fred hums against my pussy, swirling his tongue in a figure eight motion as my fingers grip the bed sheets. Fred continues to lap at my cunt, savouring the taste before his hands find mine, lacing our fingers together. 

“Fuck.” I moan as I look down at Fred, his eyes catching mine while swiping his tongue side to side. 

“Yes, fuck, oh I’m close.” I regret saying the words the second Fred pulls away from me. 

“No baby, you’re cumming on my cock.” Butterflies fill my stomach at his words, truly hoping this is really happening. 

Fred lays down next to me on the bed, grabbing my hips and guiding me to straddle his waist. His hand falls behind my neck, our lips meet in a brief kiss before being broken by my moans. Fred slides inside of me, stretching my walls perfectly. 

“So big daddy.” My fingernails drag down his chest earning a hiss from his lips. After a few seconds of adjusting to his size I rock my hips back and forth, keeping my hands placed on his chest for balance. 

“Beautiful.” Blush fills my cheeks at his praise, his soft hands rubbing up and down my sides. I keep my rhythm, every now and again swirling my hips for a different sensation, one that pulls the most delicious moans from his lips. Fred’s hands grip my ass, spanking the supple skin as I cry out in pleasure. 

“Is this what you like, baby? Taking control and fucking daddy?” I hum in response as my eyes flutter closed basking in the feeling of his cock hitting my g-spot. Fred’s hands move to my back, flipping us over as I gasp. 

“Only I can make you feel this good.” 

My lips part and my eyes squeeze shut at the new angle. Fred’s resting on his knees with my legs against his chest, ankles resting on his shoulders, his hands groping my boobs. 

“Look at you squirming on my cock, ruining you for any other man.” 

“God daddy yes.” 

“You’re mine.” 

“Only yours daddy.” 

Fred grunts at my response, his pace picking up as he starts to rub fast circles on my clit. 

“Yes!” I cry out, my pussy clenching around him. “Just like that.” 

“You cum when I say.” 

I huff, digging my nails into the comforter as I scream and cry out. 

“Daddy please, please let me cum.” 

Fred grunts, licking his lips.

“Mmm hold it for me.” 

My eyes roll back as my back arches off the mattress. 

“Daddy, please!” 

I feel Fred’s cock twitch inside of me, a deep moan filling the air. 

“Fucking cum for me Y/n.” 

A shiver runs down my spine, my body tenses as Fred’s name passes my lips. My mind feels foggy and my vision blurs. Fred grips my legs, his hips faltering as his hot release fills me. 

Fred pulls out of me, both of us sighing, our chests rising and falling, sweat glistening on our bodies. 

“Thank you.” I blurt out, feeling tiredness wash over me. 

“No need to thank me Darling.” He places a soft kiss to my lips as I feel my eyelids get heavier, not even bothering to move as sleep envelops me. 

\\//

I wake up the next morning to the sun shining through the blinds. Instantly everything floods back from last night. I quickly lift up the bedsheets, my naked body confirming that it wasn’t just a dream. 

“Morning.” Fred mumbles, his morning voice sending wetness straight to my pussy. 

“Morning.” I whisper a goofy smile on my face. Fred pulls me into him, his nose brushing against mine before our lips meet in the middle. 

“Hey dad, have you see- WHAT THE FUCK?”

\\// 

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