#he barks at other dogs so I can’t right now so that sucks

[whorekneecentral]

The Smell Of The Holidays

Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader

Warnings: friendly neighbourly chats, sweet moments with kos and his puppies, a heartfelt thank you, a little crush from kos's end, some tattoo exploring, sexual tension, it's giving sub!kostas for a minute there, thigh riding - it's more dry humping than thigh riding but I digress, oral (f!receiving), 0.2 seconds of fingering, finger sucking, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie.

Word Count: 3,565

Author's Note: I think this is my favourite and the longest fic so far. dedicated to the president of the kostas fan club, miss ivy @curiousthyme <333

merry smutmas series

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You over baked for your niece’s holiday bake sale so you do the neighbourly thing and share with your neighbour, Kostas and his two puppies.

Your brother was a single father, he’s a busy guy that he works long hours and you help out with your niece in whatever way you can. Your brother can’t bake to save his life so when she comes home saying she needs treats for the bake sale, he calls you.

You were baking treats for her holiday bake sale; cupcakes, cookies, brownies, lemon bars - you name it, you baked it.

The bake sale was for the whole school, they were raising money for a charity who helped underfund kids, or something along the lines. With your niece's missing tooth, she didn't annunciate the best.

You have been baking all day and it wasn't until you turned around to set the final tray of cookies down that you realized you had run out of counter, dining room, coffee table and couch space. The cooled and frosted cookies, brownies and cupcakes were sitting on the couches in their trays, the ones that were needing to be frosted were on the tables and you had the hot pans on your counters.

Carefully, you shifted a few things around to set the hot pan down, leaving it to cool.

Your hands on your hips, you looked around; you've baked yourself into a conundrum.

It wasn't until you heard the barking next door that you realized what you could do with all of the extra treats that you were baked. You finished frosting the last of what needed to be frosted before packing them away neatly into their trays and loading them into your car.

You went back inside and picked up a small tray that you had set aside specifically for your next door neighbour, Kostas.

He was kind and sweet and kept to himself most of the time. He had two puppies, who weren't really puppies but you addressed them as such; Maui and Fuerte. Kostas wasn't home much as he was very busy with his job but every now and then you'll see him in his backyard with his dogs, training or swimming laps or whatever it is that he does out there.

It's a neighbourly hello and a few tummy rubs for the puppies before you head out and go about your day.

You balance the tray with one arm, setting the majority of its weight against your jutted out hip. You knock on the door and wait for someone to answer. There's some barking before the door opens, you can hear Kostas shooing the puppies away to stop them from coming out.

Behind him, you can see into the living room; a massive tree stood tall in the centre by the window, ornaments hung plentiful along the green branches. There's a few other Christmas-related things around the entryway.

"Hey!" He smiles, black sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white vest that clung to his chest in all the right places; you scolded yourself for gawking at him. "Y/n, right?" He points to you with his finger.

"Yeah," you smiled at him, "I hope I'm not bothering you."

"Not at all," he shakes his head, shifting to stop the dog you know as Maui from coming outside. She poked her head between his legs, looking up at you curiously. "What's up?" He asks, watching as you look lovingly at his puppy.

"My niece is having a bake sale at school and asked me to bake some treats for her and the thing is, I went a little overboard." You laughed. "I realized I made too much, and I figured I would do the neighbourly thing and bring some over for you."

"Oh," he smiles at you, taking the tray that was heavier than it looked from you. "Thank you very much, I was wondering if someone opened a bakery around here. I've been smelling it since this morning."

A soft laugh slipped past your lips as you shrugged. "It got hot with the oven running so I opened the window."

Kostas nods, shifting his leg a bit as Maui tries to wiggle her head away from his legs. You smiled at the dog, peeking over Kostas's left shoulder to see her tugging on a toy with Fuerte.

"The ones with the frosting on it aren't puppy friendly but I put some in there that don't have frosting so you could share with them. There's also a few brownies and other things, I wasn't sure what you like, so I tried to put a mix of everything."

Kostas nods, thinking to himself that it was very sweet of you to consider his puppies when packing the tray. "Was that intentional? You know, catering to the puppies ?"

"Yes but also no. I did intentionally not put frosting on some of them for the pups, but you know kids and their allergies, all the ingredients are safe for the puppies. I made sure to double check."

"Thank you, y/n. I really appreciate it - we're gonna be eating these for the rest of the week." He says, glancing down at the tray. "Would you like to come in?" He steps to the side a bit, and as much as you want to say yes, you don't.

"Unfortunately, I have to get treats over to my brother's house so perhaps another time?" You looked at him, hoping for a yes to your rain check.

"Definitely," he nods. "Thank you again."

"Anytime!" You skipped down the pathway, giggling like a teenager with a crush. Kostas watched from his front door, smiling at you. "Have a good day, y/n!" He calls after you.

"You too, Kos!"

The nickname was something he heard often, mostly from his teammates, but it was the way you said it that made him blush and almost giggled like a school boy with a crush.

Kostas shut the front door and set the tray on his dining room table. As he takes the tinfoil off the top, all he can think about is what he can do to find himself in your presence yet again.

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A few have gone by since you dropped in at Kostas's place and you had only seen him in passing since then.

You had successfully dropped off the treats for your niece and she called you to let you know that they were a hit. You had gone about your week as normal, tidying up and getting your place ready for the holiday season.

There was a knock on your door, you're a bit confused seeing that you weren't expecting anything or anyone, but you wiped your hands on the side of your shorts and found your way to the front door.

Much to your surprise, it was Kostas at the door; a pleasant surprise that is.

There's a rectangular box in his hand and an envelope on top. One hand on the bottom, and one hand on top to keep them in place as he smiles at you. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." You nod, stepping aside to let the man in. "I'm sorry about the mess, I was in the middle of tidying up."

Kostas nods as he glances around, trying to spot what mess you were talking about. The entire house looked as if it had been staged, not a single thing out of place.

And you have carefully thought out where to place your Christmas decorations, and Kostas noticed that. Your tree sitting in your living room in a spot that commanded attention, garlands wrapped around all of the railings and ornaments hung on all of the branches. All topped off with a pretty red and green wreath on your front door.

"Where are the babies?" You asked him, shutting the front door as he took his shoes off. "Groomers, sent them to get their holiday clean up. I can't stay long, I just wanted to drop this off." He smiles, following you to the kitchen.

Kostas sets the box on the table, handing the envelope over to you.

"For me?" You asked, taking it hesitantly. "I hope this isn't payment for the stuff I dropped off, because if it is-" "No," he shook his head with a smile, "just a thank you."

You carefully open the envelope, taking a sheet of paper out of it, and unfolding it. There's a few flowers painted across the piece of paper, it was clear that he used the puppies' paws to make the petals of the flowers. Some scrawled handwriting which you assumed belonged to Kostas was in the middle of the page; thank you miss y/n.

"Tell Maui and Fuerte I love their picture," you smiled at him, sticking the page on your fridge with a magnet.

Kostas smiles, watching you. "I'll let them know they made it onto the fridge as well." He joked, watching as you straightened the paper and stuck another magnet on there to keep it up.

You walk over to the table, standing in front of Kostas who's now made himself comfortable in your space. "What's this?"

"A thank you from me, I'm not as artistically skilled as my puppies."

You smiled, opening the box to find a chocolate cake. The brown frosting covered the majority of it, there are a few green and red decorations around the border, resembling mistletoe.

"You didn't have to do all this," you tell him, walking over to get a knife and two plates, as well as forks.

"It's the least I could do." He watches as you cut into the cake, handing a piece over to him. "I took some of the treats into work, the boys say I should've given you more than just a cake." He chuckles, taking a bite as you shut the box.

You nod towards the couch, and Kostas picks up his slice of cake following you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence. The now empty plates sat on the coffee table as you rambled on about something your niece had told you about the bake sale.

Kostas listened intently, but his eyes wandered. Your shorts and hiked up a bit when you dropped yourself on the couch. You noticed his staring, not mentioning anything but you knew he wasn't fully listening. You pull the hem of your shorts, fixing it back to its original length. Kostas noticed and glanced up at you, his cheeks flustered and red.

"Sorry," he whispers, blushing like a school boy with a crush.

"I don't mind," you whisper.

Kostas hums, his eyes wandering over your legs yet again. He can't help but notice the colourful ink peeking out from under the hem of your shorts. "You have tattoos?"

"A tattoo," you correct him, pulling the hem of your shorts up and over your hip.

Kostas's eyes follow the design from the top of your thigh to just over your hip bone. There's a vine with a trail of flowers scattered along it; roses, lilies, daisies, wild flowers, any and everything in between. There's a lot of intricate details, the lines carefully placed to make it look cohesive and the colours of the flowers complimenting each other.

He hums in appreciation, stopping himself from reaching out to touch it. "It's beautiful." He smiles, glancing up at you. "Is it the only one you have?"

You nodded, laughing. "I was 19.. and drunk."

"You went big for your first time," his eyes meet yours and you can't help but feel that his words have a double meaning.

You shrugged, slouching back in your seat. Your leg crossed over the other and your shorts hiked up a bit more, showing off a few inches of your skin that Kostas was begging to put his hands on.

"Most people say you get addicted, but I just did the one and done."

He hums, gesturing to his arms that were covered in various designs and words. "Case in point."

"Just your arms or you've got more?"

Kostas nods, "my left leg and my ribs, and behind my neck." He lifted his shirt a bit to show you the tattoo on the left side of his ribs - an intricate portrait of what looked to be Adam and God.

Hesitantly, your fingers reached out and traced the shape of the tattoo. Kostas's eyes trailed from your face down to your hand and to your fingers, watching as you carefully outlined the ink along his skin.

"Beautiful," you mumbled and Kostas's cheeks flushed red, watching as you slowly moved your hand away.

He knew you were talking about the tattoo and yet he blushed, as if you had called him beautiful - but in a way, you did. And you meant it.

"Maybe I'll get another one, something small." You tell him and Kostas nods, offering to take you to his guy. Always the first one to offer up help and advice, he can hear Thiago's words in his head.

You look down at his leg, he was in shorts despite the cold winter air that nipped at you any time you opened the door - he had run over from his place after dropping the puppies off. You can see the lower half of his leg, the delicate shading and line work made up a stunning tattoo along his leg, the ink on his thigh peeked out from under the hem of his shorts.

"What's under there?" You nod and Kos's brows furrowed, looking at you for an explanation. "Under where?" He asks, making you giggle. It took him a second to realize why you were giggling but then he too, began to laugh.

You shook your head, "I meant your thigh, what's on your thigh?"

Kostas lets out a sound of understanding, shifting to pull the leg of his shorts up so you could see the tattoo. There's a massive portrait of a lion roaring, it didn't seem like Kostas's taste in tattoos but at the same time, it fit him to a T.

He nervously bites at his bottom lip as your hand rests on his knee, carefully slides up to his thigh. "Is this okay?" You whispered, glancing at him. Kostas nods, not sure if he remembers how to speak or even breathe - it feels as if you had taken all the air out of his body.

Your hand slips further up, leaning into the man in front of you. Kostas glances at your lips, your eyes and back to your lips. He sees your tongue wet your bottom lip, pressing them together.

Just as you were about to speak, Kostas beat you to it; "can I kiss you?"

You smile, "I thought you'd never ask."

His hand reaches for your jaw, holding it gently as if you'd break. Kostas brushes his thumb over your cheek, smiling at you sweetly before closing the gap between the two of you.

It was something out of a movie, you had never felt this way about anyone before. It just made sense; you fit against him as if you were meant to be there all along.

Kostas must have had the same thought, pulling you over and onto his lap, letting you straddle him. His hand slips down your side, resting on your hip. "You're so beautiful."

You can't help the blush on your cheek, you lean down to kiss him once again. You can feel his shorts rubbing along your inner thighs as he pulls you to him, trying to have you as close to him as possible. A hand on his shoulder, rolling your hips slightly to test the waters.

He seems to have gotten the idea; lifting his leg to give you more leverage. Your thighs are slotting either side of his, Kostas's hand rests on your hip, lazily brushing his thumb over your hip bone. He watches closely, listening to every little sound that slips past your lips.

"Kos," you mumbles, and the man perks up. "What is it, love?"

"Want you."

The words barely leave your lips and you're being flipped over, flat on your back before he pulls you by your legs, re-situating you to his liking.

Kostas is careful, pulling your shorts and panties off - they're tossed somewhere behind you. It's an issue for later. He kisses up from your calf, letting your legs rest over his shoulders. He's gentle, calculated - as if he knew exactly what to do, as if he had done it before.

Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully against his face but Kostas's hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down. He glances up at you, a wicked smile on his face. "Is this okay?" He whispers into your skin, moving closer to exactly where you wanted him.

You nod, "please." The word comes out a bit more desperate sounding than you'd like but you could care less. You needed him - in every single way.

His hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit. 

Your body juts forwards - not only from the pulling but from the feeling of his tongue on you. Reaching forward, your manicured fingers tangle in his hair.

Kos' tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face. 

He didn’t care. 

He loved it. 

A soft groan leaves his lips when you tug on his hair, trying to move him a certain way. “That- oh!” Your chest heaves, tugging on his hair to get him to do that again. 

His grip on your thighs would leave marks as would the stubble scratching along the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, pulling you closer as his nose brushed against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt.

Kostas glances up, his tongue on your clit and he can’t help but admire the view above him. Your chest heaving, tits spilling out over the black lace over your chest, your head tossed back and eyes fluttering closed as his name falls from your lips like a prayer.

He lets you pull him closer, his nose brushing your clit, replacing his tongue as he moves it elsewhere, his fingers pushing into you slowly. He sits up a bit, fingers curling and pumping in you, your eyes still closed.

His free hand reaches up to hold your jaw, pulling your focus to him. “You’re perfect, did you know that?” He asks and you can barely focus enough to grasp the words he was saying, let alone give him an answer.

“Need you,” you mumble.

“What do you need?” He asks.

“Need you.” You say once more.

He hums, he knows he’s not gonna get much more of an answer from you, he just had to give you what you wanted and Kostas knew exactly what you wanted.

You whimper at the loss of his fingers but passes his fingers over your lips, letting you suck on them for a moment as he shuffles his pants down.

Both of you let out a satisfied sigh when he pushes onto you, your leg pulled up onto his hip and he leans over you. His lips brushes against yours,

Kostas's cock twitches when you clench around him, “oh fuck,” he breathes, forehead against yours. “This pussy was made just for me, hm? Take me so well, my pretty girl.”

He pushes the straps off your shoulders, tits spilling out over the top of the bra. He glances down, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and he leans down to kiss you once more, leaving a trial of marks and sloppy kisses until he reaches your tits.

There’s a faint purple mark between your tits; his new favourite spot.

“You're so pretty like this,” he says, your hips buck, wanting more from him. He can feel you clench around his cock. “Fuck, gonna make me cum, darling.”

“Kos.. please.” You breathe, and he gives in, he can’t help himself; you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. “Want you to fuck me full,” you whisper to him. He shuffles a bit, pulling both of your legs over his shoulders.

The change in position does it; his thrusts sloppy, signalling that he too was close. You feel Kostas cum, your legs dropping off his shoulders as you do.

He's still buried in you when he drops down onto you, landing with an oof. You let out a giggle, your hand passing through his messy hair as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

The two of you lay there for a while, basking in each other's company and the silence. It hits you; "Kos?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you supposed to go get the puppies?"

"Oh crap!" He's pulling himself up, hurrying to get dressed. You take that as your cue to get redressed as well. You figured you'd see him again at some point, not expecting him to grab your hand. "Do you wanna come with me?" He asks, walking with you to the front door.

"Isn't it too early to introduce me to the kids?" You joked, already grabbing your hoodie.

Kostas smiles, "they love you, and.."

"Yeah, same." You smile, the words left unsaid for another time.

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[sorrowfulrosebud]

I don't think I did my last "ask" right... Lemme try again

What's wolf Katsuki's favorite activity to do? Other then cuddling of course, cause we all know the man loves him some cuddles, would do it all day if we let him

Your last ask was beautiful my love!!!

Other activities Katsuki likes to do:

ఌ Wrestling with Kirishima, your farming neighbour FatGum’s puppy boy.

The two were rescued from the same shelter after being in a fighting ring, so the two boys bonded together. They much prefer playfully fighting now, knowing that the soft bites on each other’s necks is for fun, and not to kill.

ఌ Taste testing your new snacks.

ఌ As much as he would never admit it, he appreciates you trying to teach him your language.

He understands more than he can physically let out, and has to rely on his natural bodily instincts. Katsuki is grateful that you don’t force him to study ALL the time, and only teach him the basics unless he asks for more. Sign language is a common language in your home.

ఌ Comes as no surprise, but hunting.

You often drive Katsuki to FatGum’s farm and let him exhume his energy by hunting the pests on the farm. You and FatGum sit and laugh as he gets annoyed when a rabbit burrows and he can’t reach it. He and Kiri come back panting and worm out, slumping against each other with grass and dirt staining their bodies.

ఌ Watching TV.

He may not understand it like you do, but he gets sucked in to the small squirrels chittering around, letting out barks when he’s too riled up.

ఌ Napping.

Due to his past, sleep was a privilege. If he wasn’t knocked out or passed out, he rarely had proper sleep. He enjoys just circling on his comfy spot in either your shared bed or his spare bed (that he never uses), and falling asleep until you come home. He knows now that when he has night terrors, he can come to you instead of hide in the bathroom.

ఌ Cuddling.

It’s taken him a loooooong time to get accustomed to human contact that wasn’t malicious, so he still gets a bit skittish and irate when you have an attitude. That’s almost never though, not when you love him so much. Katsuki enjoys snuggling into your neck, nibbling it slightly as your hands slowly circle his waist. His favourite cuddling position is his head in your lap or your tummy as you play with his ears.

ఌ Tug of war.

It was rare that Katsuki could exude his playfulness that he thought had long since died, so when you presented him with a dog-safe chew toy rope, he didn’t know what to feel. It felt unnatural to bite into it, to tug it away and not get a sharp slap. You wouldn’t have dared though. You were gentle with him, gently tugging the rope from him, being super mindful of his teeth. You encouraged him with calm words and coos, until he let out an experimental grunt. He felt his tail spring to life at your happy smile, making you brave enough to try tugging the toy back just a little bit harder.

ఌ Tummy rubs.

He will literally just plonk himself on your lap, place your hand on his tummy and let you run your fingers over his sensitive skin. He even pants when you hit the sweet spot, making you giggle when you see his leg jitter 💕💕

#🥀 rambles #pretty flower bluewolfangel01 🌷 #WAAA THIS IS SO CUTE 😭😭💕💕💕 #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #wolf bakugou and his pack #papa wolf katsuki #wolf hybrid bakugou #wolf bakugou x reader #wolf bakugou

[vampykween]

the end is near

a continuation of this drabble -> i know the end -> vampire!au masterlist you knew he was going to find you eventually, he was a bloodthirsty monster who ran faster than your eyes could perceive. you closed your eyes and laid back into the earth, in this moment you only prayed the sweet release of death would save you.

just when you’re dreaming about what death will feel like, you’re startled back into reality; only this time you’re sure you’re actually dying. sharp fangs pierce the thin skin of your neck and you can feel your blood being sucked right out of you. you try to thrash and scream in protest but your body feels weaker with every passing second. death is far harsher than you anticipated; you wonder if this is how fish feel mouth hooked open and ripped from the only world they’ve known.

just before your vision blacks out completely, you lock eyes with price’s icy blue ones. a bloody and wicked grin spreads across his pale face.

~

when you slowly come to, you can barely make out two blob-like figures looming over you. there’s a set of cold digits trailing through your hair. your entire body feels clammy and there's a wave of nausea lapping in your stomach. panicked, you try to sit up but you’re quickly pressed back down into the couch.

“easy pet, you’ve had a rough go if it.” the scruff of price’s beard tickles your ear as he tries to settle you. there’s something so soothing about the smooth yet gruff sound of his voice. you’re confused on why you can’t remember much about what you were doing earlier. you remember running - trying to get as far away as you could then suddenly nothing at all.

price coos in your ear about how worried he was when he had to come save you. what were you thinking running off like that? and when he had seen your limp body on the forest floor, his cold heart broke into two. you’re trying to let what your lover is saying sink into the crevices of your brain, but something is niggling at the back of your mind that he was lying. you turn towards ghost, leaning into the comforting feeling of him stroking your hair. your eyes search his for any other explanation, but their usual warmth is hidden behind an icy dead stare.

“he’s right, pet. ‘s a good thing he found ya when he did.”

something unsettling pricked at your skin. you felt like there was something they weren’t telling you, especially ghost, he was always honest with you. but you also knew that around price he was different. rolled over, shook, and barked when commanded like a good dog. sometimes you ponder over whether you’re the only pet in this mansion.

price’s voice tears you from your thoughts, “i’m very disappointed in you. good little pets don’t just run away from their owners. don’t you want to be so good for us, hmm?” the softness of his voice is an illusion you feel, masking the words he really wants to say. you don’t bite the hand that feeds you - or the one you feed either - less you desire getting tossed back into the wilderness and left for dead. but they’d never do that, not to their precious girl. or would they? it was moments like these that you’re reminded who you lie with: blood thirsty monsters. you are their pet, your options are to play, fuck, feed, and be fed on and that was it.

“i hate to do this love, really i do. but…” price takes a finger and trails it over the softness of your cheek. “actions have consequences and i’m afraid it’s time for yours.” you’re left with too little time to question what he means because he’s hauling you up and off the couch far too fast. both ghost and price take an arm and drag you into a dark corridor.

“no- no no no please don’t. please i’ll be good, i promise. i won’t run ever again, please don’t-“

“hush pet, begging will get you nowhere, ‘least not now. next time won’t you just always do as i say, and this won’t have to happen again.” they lead your further down the hallway until you’re face to face with a large wooden door with a small opening at the top lined with bars. you try and twist out of their grasp, but it only makes their hands tighten further around you. how could you be so stupid, thinking these actual monsters would be any kinder than your ex.

price steps behind you and whispers something into ghost’s ear, you can’t hear it but it must be some command because he stands even straighter and taller and his grip becomes deadly. he unlocks the menacing door and drags you inside. there’s nothing but a small iron bed with a thin mattress laying atop. the rest of the room is completely barren. price must’ve been satisfied enough because he zips away once ghost has you settled on the bed.

a shaky hand comes to caress at his face and he stills at the feeling. “ghost please, don’t leave me down here. it was a mistake, you know me. please…”

he pries your hand off his face and shakes his head furiously. “stop it. you can’t just do whatever you want and expect me to save you from it. you’re not the only one i’m loyal to.” and there it was. all those moments in the library, the stolen glances and soft kisses were nothing compared to the iron fist price had on ghost. how foolish of you to think you could ever come between a man and his master.

any fight left in you dies out at his words, there was no saving you from your fate. you weren’t sure how long you’d been in this godforsaken room, but for the second time you wished of nothing but the liberation of death.

#vampire!au #vampire!price x reader #vampire!ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #captain john price x reader #mic writes

[therosebunpost]

Monster Mash

Werewolf! Steve Harrington x Fem! Blind! Reader

CW: Some small sexual themes (MDI)

For @lesservillain ‘s Strange and Spooky Stories prompts! This finally gave me a chance to write my Werewolf! Steve idea, so thank you so much!

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You came to Hawkins for one reason, and one reason alone. You heard about the spooky shit that’s been happening, and as one amateur Paranormal Investigator, you wanted to see what all the hype was about. People didn’t like that idea. Your parents nearly passed out when you told them. “I’ll have Bernard with me!” You’d say, kneeling down and hugging the large Goldie, who barked proudly. Licking your face and tapping his feet against the ground.

Bernard was your trusty partner in crime. Trained from a young puppy, you two had a bond that was unshaken. He was more than just your eyes, he was for all purposes, your best friend. “He’s excited too, aren’t you? You ready to hunt some ghosts? Maybe get into a run-in with some monsters?” You’d gush, your trusty pup woofing in excitement.

Obviously, you were going to be careful. Sure, you joked about battling monsters, but like hell would you actually put yourself or Bernard in danger. It sucked that people didn’t expect that from you, but that’s how it was when you were blind.

You loved proving them wrong, though.

Hawkins was a nice enough town. It was small, from what your research told you. Even smaller than it used to be, after the quakes.

Bernard stayed by your side, dutifully ignoring the coos and pets of strangers as he led you away from the bus station. Guess Hawkins didn’t have a large Blind population, as you had to gently tell people not to distract your faithful companion. It was almost second nature to you, even if it got irritating.

At some point, you managed to stumble into a building for some salvation from the heat. Taking in the vague shapes and colors, it was some kind of store.

“Welcome to Family Video, if you need anything-“

“Oh! You have such a cute dog, oh my god-“

Two voices rung out from in front of you. One masculine and one feminine. You see two human shaped blobs, and one of them was already coming around the counter at record speed.

“Thank you!” You stop her, tucking Bernard behind your legs and keeping your cane in front of you. “He’s working now, though, so please don’t pet him-“

The woman stops, a sharp breath leaving her. “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. I won’t. He’s really pretty, sorry about that-“

“It’s alright, thank you.” You relax, eased up by the sincerity in her tone. “Could you help me, actually? Do you know where the local Inn is? I’m staying for a few days and the sun is taking a toll on me. I really don’t want to wander around in it.” You giggle and the woman chuckles in sympathy.

“Yeah! Here, let me find a map. We have some water, if you’re thirsty?” You follow after her retreating form, now stationed in front of the solid mass that you assumed was a counter. The other blob, this one taller and wider in the shoulders, offered a wave before quickly thinking better of it. “Hi! Hey, uh, I’m Steve.”

Steve had a really nice voice. Smooth, and just a touch of an accent you can’t quite place. “Hi Steve.” You return, hoping you were smiling at him and not at the wall. That, and you hoped the heat in your cheeks would die down. You were a sucker for nice voices.

“So, the Inn? What brings you to Hawkins?”

“Well, I’m actually here on a mission!” You tease, giggling and leaning on the counter. “Bernard and I are going monster hunting!” Bernard woofs, but he wasn’t right next to you like you were expecting. Instead he was a little off to the side, and it’s then that you hear the tell tale sounds of sniffing.

“Oh, uh, hey big guy-“

“Bernard!” You rush around the counter without thinking, gently leading Bernard away from the confused man. “I’m so sorry, usually he’s really good at staying by my side.” Even in the midst of a distraction, but maybe Bernard was a sucker for a nice voice too. Plus, he could actually see what the man looked like.

“Oh, it’s fine, I just had some food so maybe he just smelled it on me.” He waves off the apologies, chuckling. Bernard woofs again and Steve’s laugh becomes a little wheezy.

“Dingus! Where’s the map??”

“I don't know Robin! Here, let me check, you just grab the water.”

Then, without so much as a goodbye, he was gone.

The woman, Robin, takes his place. “Here you go! I found a bowl, in case you’re both thirsty? Did I hear right, that his name is Bernard?” She chattered away, pressing the cold bottle into your hands along with a paper bowl.

“Thank you, and Mmhmm! Hey, you can pet him for a moment, if you want.” It wasn’t something you usually did, but she seemed sweet and was respectful of your No. Robin let’s out a small squeal of excitement before you hear her baby talking to the wiggling goldie. “Oh, you're so cute, oh my god. Such a good boy, working so hard, yeah??”

Bernard woofs, whining happily and Robin's giggles were just too infectious not to join in on. "Here, do you mind helping me with the water?" You ask, kneeling beside her and offering the bottle.

After the bowl was filled and Bernard was eagerly lapping at it, you take a grateful sip yourself.

"So, Monster Hunting?" Robin prompts after a moment, and you nod.

"Yeah, I heard a lot of stuff happened here. I was due for a vacation and I figured it'd be fun to look into it!" You explain, standing again. Robin snorts, and she's a blur as she shakes her head. "That's one way to spend a vacation."

"Fuck, I think I left it in my car." Steve’s footsteps come back out of the room.

"I can cover out here if you guys wanna go grab it." Robin offers, and you debate the offer. Follow a stranger to his car for a map to your Inn. Not that the map would do much, but it would at least give you something.

"Sure, come on Bern." You direct him with your leash and he falls back into Work Mode with ease. That, or he was eager to follow Steve out of the building. His lead tugged with his urgency.

"Here, uh, I think it's in the glove compartment?" Steve mutters, and you wait as he rustles around in the car. Though, suddenly he swears and there's a thump inside the car. "Whoa there bud-" He ducks out and you realize that Bernard had been inching closer.

"Bernard! Bad Dog!" You guide him away from Steve with a horrified gasp. "I am so, so sorry, he's never done that to someone before-" Bernard was a very friendly dog, but you trained him out of the sniffing thing early on. At least you thought you had.

"Its uh, it's fine! Dogs do that to me. He's just sayin' hello, yeah?" Bernard whines with apology and you try not to wilt at the sound. You rarely had to scold him, but it seems the new environment was a lot. "Still, I am so sorry."

Steve hands you the map and he tries to guide you to the Inn, but the mess of lines and colors was proving difficult.

"Its okay, I can ask for directions along the way." You offer, handing him the map. You've already taken enough of his time and you weren't excited for the next time Bernard decided to get friendly again.

"Are you sure? I mean, I could uh..drive you? It's not that far from the store and you aren't wrong about the heat."

You hesitate. You did need to check in soon and Bernard seemed to like him a lot. If there was anyone's opinion you trusted the most, it was your sweet puppy.

"Sure, yeah, thank you. I hope there's a way I can pay you back?" You asked, hearing the click of the door. You reached out a hand instinctively and he filled that space. The warm skin of his palm was soothing against yours and damn, his hands were big-

You slip into the car, placing your tingling hand in your lap in an effort to ignore it. The back door opened with a click and Bernard jumped into the backseat with a pleased bark. The sounds of him sniffing around were instant.

"You know," you admit with a giggle, "he's a friendly dog but he hasn't warmed up this quickly to someone before."

Steve let out that wheeze laugh again, hand tapping on the wheel. "He's a sweet dog, cares a lot about you." You hum in agreement, leaning your head back against the headrest and letting yourself rest for a moment.

"So…you said you were…monster hunting?"

“Yeah! I just think it’s really interesting. Really, it’s less hunting and just..seeing that they’re real, Y’know?”

“But isn’t that…dangerous?”

“I mean, sure, but I got Bern and…can I be a little honest?” You rub your palms along the fabric of your bottoms. “I don’t really expect to find anything. Part of this was just an excuse to get…away for a while. Work’s been…stressful lately and I dunno, I just wanted to do something different for a while.”

“Can I be honest?” Steve asks, and you nod. “Hawkins is kinda a weird place to run away to. Most people are hoping to get out.” You giggle, and Steve joins you.

“Do you? Want to leave?”

“…Not really? I mean, sure, I don’t want to be here everyday but…it’s my home.”

“So, you wanna stay but most people wanna leave?”

“It’s stupid, I know.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s not stupid. It’s nice. Sounds like you really like it here.”

Steve hums and you want to ask more, but soon the car comes to a stop. You slip out, running your hands along the glossy interior, and locate the handle and let out your rambunctious pup. He jumps out, pressing his body against your leg with a happy bark. You pet the top of his head, grounding yourself in the familiar softness of his fur.

“Here we go! Hey, maybe.. I’ll see you around? Sometimes? Wait, shit, I mean-“

You giggle, shaking your head and turning towards the smooth voice. “I’ll see you around, Steve.” With a smile, you settle your backpack onto your shoulders, grab your cane and Bernard’s leash. “Thanks again, is there anything I can do? I have some cash?”

“Oh- No, hey, it’s fine, honestly this was a nice break for me. Getting to sit down and uh, drive you and this guy around was a highlight. Trust me.” Bernard barks and his tail wags against your leg before leaving your side and woofing even louder. The golden blob suddenly elongates, meshing with Steve and you have to let out another gasp. “Bernard, oh my god-“

But Steve was laughing, and damn, wasn’t that a nice sound? “Yeah, I liked meeting you too, Buddy.” He giggles and it’s not long before he ushers him back over to you. “Stay with your girl though, okay? Gotta protect her from monsters.” He chuckles, and your cheeks heat up again. “But seriously, stay safe, okay?”

With one final goodbye, you walk into the lobby with a sense of relief and maybe a small bit of longing. “Bern, what the fuck?” You mumble, giggling under your breath as you pet him again. “Was he really that handsome?” You tease and Bernard just lets out one of his happy whines, nudging your hand and licking your fingers. “I’d call you a smitten kitten, but I think you’d be offended.” He lets out an indignant woof and you laugh as you head up to the front desk.

-

Hawkins was nice, for the most part. The people were friendly and helped you get around if you got lost. Bernard was definitely popular, with many people eagerly greeting the two of you as you walked around. Beyond that, things unfortunately weren’t as action packed as you hoped. After all, you couldn’t just waltz up to the nearest resident and interview them about all the things they’ve seen. Not that many were that forthcoming in the first place.

So, you resorted to the library. The place didn’t have a lot of braille in the first place, figures, so the papers certainly didn’t. So you had to blow up the text to nearly three times its size, and even then you had to call the librarian over to tell you any words that weren’t clicking. At some point she ended up sitting with you and reading over the entire article, along with adding her own tidbits.

“Oh, that Munson boy. You know, when he was acquitted, I was relieved. He was always a sweet kid, even if he got a little too into his ‘metal music’ that I had to sush him.” She giggles and you tap the mugshot with your finger with interest. “You said he got hurt? From the quakes?”

“That or an animal got him, dear. Poor boy, he was in the hospital for months. The picket line outside the hospital certainly didn’t help either. His uncle had to be let back in through the back door, I heard. Or smuggled in when visiting hours were over.”

“Holy shit- Oh, wait, I’m sorry-“

“No, you’re absolutely right. Holy shit indeed, my dear.”

Looking back at the formless blob on the page, wonder if that’s all this was. Not a monster as in the bogey man, but the worse. A tangible monster, going around and murdering high schoolers and pinning the blame on some guy who sounded like the town was after him.

“You know dear,” The librarian mentions softly, “things haven’t really gotten better after the quakes, why, there’s been some sightings. That’s what you’re after, aren’t you?”

You perk up at this. “Sightings? Wait, like, monster sightings?”

“Mmhmm, but I’d be careful if I were you, pumpkin. This thing…well, it’s not one to be trifled with.”

-

It was one time, during one of these little study sessions, that a familiar voice rang out in the quiet library.

“Fifteen library books, Dustin? Fifteen late library books?”

“Are you really going to scold me for learning? For following where ever my journey of curiosity leads? My thirst for knowledge-“

“Henderson, Herrington, what a surprise! What brings you two here, not the fifty dollar fine, I hope?”

“Fifty Dollars? Oh, you little shit, I’m going to-“

You weren’t fast enough to catch Bernard’s leash. The Goldie barked, and you scrambled after the blonde mass of fur as he came barreling over to Steve and another person, a boy you guess given his voice.

“Bernard!”

“Fuck!”

The books come crashing down, heavy thumps pounding the ground. Steve’s increasingly familiar blob joined them, covered by a wiggling, excited Bernard.

“Steve! Dude, you dropped them-“ The boy cries, and Steve just groans.

Mortified, you firmly grip at Bernard’s lead. “Are you okay? Steve, I am so sorry-“ You reach out for him, gripping his hand and tugging the dazed man to his feet. “Fuck- Yeah, yeah, just startled, hey buddy-“

“Since when were you a dog magnet, oh, hi!” The boy, now placing the stack of books on the counter, greeted you with barely contained amusement. “Is that your dog? I didn’t know they let pets in here, that’s so cool-“

“Oh, no, he’s a service dog.” You were quick to interject, feeling for Bernard’s leash to make sure it was firmly in your hand. “He’s usually very well behaved, I’m so sorry. Are your books okay?” You reach out, wincing as you felt dents in the spines. “Here, let me just pay the fine, you said fifty?”

That caught Steve’s attention, the man quickly coming to your side. “No, no, you do not have to do that-“

“I mean, the books are pretty dented, Steve-“

“Dustin, I swear to god-“

“It’s fine!” You interject, pulling out your card and handing it over to the librarian. God, you were glad you couldn’t see her expression right now. “Fifty, then?” You press and the librarian finally lets out a laugh. “Yes. Usually I’d charge for the dents, but I’m fairly certain that was Mr. Henderson’s doing.”

“Wait, hey, I-“ There was a thump and Dustin let out an annoyed grunt. You pay the fine, silently mourning what could have been. Maybe a nice dinner at that Enzo’s place, or that cute top you felt at the store, or put into another training course for Bernard because apparently he needed a refresher.

With the freshly used card back in your bag, you turn towards the two with a heavy sigh. “God, I’m so sorry Steve, I swear Bernard isn’t like this-“ His warm hand lays heavy on your shoulder, and he squeezes gently. “It’s fine. Trust me, I’ve had worse.” He chuckles and you relax just a bit. Still mortified, but at least you made amends.

“You seriously didn’t need to pay his fine though, that’s his own doing-“

The exasperation makes you giggle. “Trying to teach your brother financial responsibility?” You guess and Dustin lets out a laugh loud enough to be shushed.

“Might I remind you three that this is a library, not a social circle?”

With renewed embarrassment, you run a hand over your face. “I’m so sorry Silvia. I’m done for today. I think I’ll just grab my cane and head out.”

“Here, do you..want some help?” Steve offers, and even though you could get back to your seat on your own, you decide to nod. Offering a hand, you tell him the section you were in and let him lead you back over there.

“He’s not my uh…brother, for the record.” Steve explains as the two of you walk. He smells nice up close, like the woods and a hint of hair spray. “Could have fooled me.” You tease and he chuckles. “He’s lucky he’s not, I’d be more annoyed about that fine if I was.”

“Fifteen late books is a bit excessive.”

“Exactly! Plus, those dents were not from the ground, they weren’t your fault I promise.”

You bite your lip and shake your head, hand reaching out for where you left your cane. “I didn’t…pay it for him. I uh…did it for you.” Was the AC broken all of a sudden or were you just perpetually warm around Steve and his nice voice and warm hands, and pretty laugh?

He clears his throat and let’s out a little laugh himself. “For…me?”

“I mean, I think my dog has basically fallen in love with you, so I think it’s only fair.” You admit, realizing he hasn’t let go of your hand even when you had your cane. You kind of didn’t want him to, either. “Seriously, he does that to no one. Not even me, so I mean, I think fifty dollars is a fair enough apology. Fifty dollars and a firm promise that he’s going back into training as soon as I get back home.”

Bernard whines at that and you roll your eyes. “I know, I’m breaking the biggest code about revealing your crush, but you literally ran over the man-“ You gently scold him and Steve giggles.

“I'm flattered, but it’s fine. Though…do you think you might want to go out sometime? Bernard’s handsome, but I’d like to just be friends.” He teases and you flush under the boldness.

“You sure? He has to come with me everywhere, I’d hate to make him a third wheel.” You joke and Bernard surprises you with his enthusiastic bark. Nudging your legs and inadvertently pressing you closer to the warm man next to you. “Seems like he doesn’t mind..” Steve’s low answer tickles your ears and you fold so quickly, it’s almost embarrassing.

“…Yeah, I’d like to hang out.” You admit and Steve hums, gently patting the small of your back with a hand as he leads you out of the library. “How about Enzo’s? I can pick you up tomorrow night?”

“Sure.”

—-

The date was going really well. Steve was sweet, attentive, but also mindful of your space and autonomy, which was the bare minimum but damn did some people not reach that. He was funny too, and you really liked making him laugh. Honestly, you loved listening to him talk, even if his topics tended to connect in ways you weren’t expecting, sometimes. You learn a few things about him. How he like sports, how he’s basically become the babysitter for Dustin and his group of friends, how he’s lived here his whole life.

“Wait, so were you here…?”

“During the uh..quakes? Yeah. It kinda divided the town, literally. Crazy.” He admits, tapping a spoon against his plate. “Still looking for monsters?” He asks and you chuckle.

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen any. Just a bunch of newspapers and stuff. You guys have been through a lot.”

“Tell me about it.” Steve groans and you let the conversation shift to something else. You really liked Steve, and you figured you could ask him for more information later, if he wanted.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t tell you much during your hang outs after that. Just bits and pieces. The fire at Starcourt, the missing kid, the Lab getting exposed for government corruption. “Things have gotten better now though.” He insists before distracting you with a warm kiss on the temple, or the cheek, or even the mouth.

Yes, you were at that stage now. Honestly, it was easy kissing Steve in between conversations over diner milkshakes or watching a movie on his couch. It was easy to let your little mission go when his lips felt so good on your neck, sharp teeth gently scraping the flesh there to make you gasp.

After all, Steve was far more interesting. He basically lived alone, his parents often away on business. He loved dogs, or rather dogs loved him, which is apparently a new thing. He was dependable, loyal, and sweet. He got excited when you came around, often getting close to you and always keeping a hand on you at all times. He loved his friends, and thrived in social settings. He used to be on the swim team, but often just lets you use his pool whenever you want to swim. He just sort of sits by the edge, almost guarding over you like Bernard used to do as a puppy.

He had a small temper, but was good at controlling it. He was cheesy, and romantic, and maybe just a bit clingy which you honestly didn’t mind.

It was still so early in whatever this was, but it didn’t feel that way with Steve. It was like he just meshed into your life overnight. You didn’t want to think about what would happen when you traveled back home, so you just decided not to for now. After all, everybody deserved a summer fling if they wanted one, right?

So, yeah, Steve was someone to you now. His kisses were becoming familiar, his hands finding a home on your hips. You hadn’t gone that far yet, other than letting him feel along your breasts which pulled the hottest groan out of him. You would have let him take you right then and there on his couch after that, but the phone rang and Bernard whined for dinner. It ended up being a cuddle and make fun of B-horror movies night, which was just as nice.

He was protective too, and maybe it’d be overbearing if it wasn’t him. He keeps you close in new places, often leading you and Bernard around if you let him. Bernard follows him around all the time, barking and whining, and letting out all manner of sounds. Steve responded with interest, carrying the one sided conversation with ease. It was adorable, he was adorable.

——

You got set back onto your mission about a month into your stay at Hawkins. One night, you were awoken by a screech outside your Inn window. You were alone, except for Bernard who was sulking the whole day without Steve.

Steve had canceled your date earlier. His apology was so strained, and quick that you couldn’t even answer him before he hang up.

“I’m sorry Honey, came down with something. I’ll call you tomorrow though, okay? Stay safe.”

It sucked, but at least you were going to talk to him later. Plus, it meant you could research at the library and make some progress on learning about the horrors of Hawkins.

A different noise comes, a howling one. There was something off about it, like a mimic of a howl instead of a real one. Bernard doesn’t care though. He lifts his head, howling along with it and you’re quick to sush him. You were not looking forward to getting kicked out of the only Inn in Hawkins.

Bernard whines and you sigh. “Do you really need to pee right now?” He whines again and you slowly slip out of bed. You pull on some better clothes, gather Bernard’s leash and your cane, before leading him out of the tiny complex.

It’s a chilly evening in Hawkins. The end of summer is whispering on the horizon. You were going to have to go home soon. Away from Steve, away from the mysteries that you hadn’t solved.

There's rustling in the trees ahead of you. A heavy crunch of branches and a sudden screech that has you pulling Bernard close to your body. The forest was the only place you could bring him to pee, the receptionist having made that very clear when he saw your dog.

“Someone let their pet shit in the hallway, ma’m.” He explained and you sighed and went with it.

Bernard whines, and tugs at the leash, but it’s not away from the scary sounds. No, he wants to go towards them. “Bern, no. Look, I know we joked about monster hunting, but-“ He whines again and keeps tugging at the leash. There’s another whine out in the forest, and it’s painful. Like the creature is crying out for someone, anyone.

Bern tugs at the leash again and this time you follow at his side.

The forest was scary for a number of reasons. You tripped on leaves and twigs, branches whacked you in the face. Fuck, you stepped into a puddle and now your shoe was wet. Still, you both persisted. You trudged along the path, Bernard gently whining and barking until an answering whine greeted him.

“What the fuck is that, Bernard?” You gasp, following your puppy until the shadowy world seems to lighten around you. A clearing in the forest. There’s a shape in the middle of it. Chestnut brown against the emerald green and dull mud of the ground beneath your feet. You get closer and Bernard whines again.

The creature whines back, and you're struck with the fact that this was a dog. A very big dog. You approach slowly. “Oh my god.”

You kneel down in front of it, and the creature whines again. It shifts closer to you, soft fur caressing your palms as the big dog all but shifts his body into your arms, hands caressing the thick, brown fur.

“What the fuck-“ You mutter, and the creature tenses. It makes a move to lean away, but you're quick to gather it close again with a soft, “No, no, no, it’s okay. It’s alright-“

You rub your fingers along the top ofl his head. “Where’s your owner, buddy?” You coo and the dog just sighs. Pressing his large head into your chest with a tiny whine. You carefully run a hand along his body, tensing when you reach a leg and he flinches. Something wet and sticky glazes your fingers and you’re suddenly very grateful Bernard brought you out here.

“What happened to you, baby? Oh, you poor boy-“

A snap to your right freezes you. The dog in your arms tenses, and the dog at your side whines fearfully.

Suddenly the dog is on his feet, persistently nudging you to yours. He growls at you, and the rumbling should scare you, but it doesn’t. “Wait, I’m not leaving you here-“

The dog barks again and Bernard barks back. There’s a barking match, and you try to get a word in but they aren’t listening. There’s another crunch of branches, and another howl similar to the one that woke you up.

Suddenly the bigger dog stamps a foot on the ground with a heavy sigh, growling at Bernard before letting out a put upon whine. Bernard yips back, licks your hand amd then takes off down the pathway.

Without you.

What the hell.

“Bernard! Wait-!” You turn to run after your dog, but you aren’t sure where he’s even going.

Chestnut, the name you decided to give the injured dog because this was getting confusing, is quick to run into your hands. Nudging your stomach and pressing his fur into your fingers.

Let me help. You can almost hear him say as he rumbles. His fur bristles as the creature gets closer and closer to your spot. Let me get you out of here.

“Okay.” You grip into his thick fur, and Chestnut nudges you with his cold nose before tugging you along into the dense forest. You try to keep up with him, but your cane isn’t really doing much to help you right now. Chestnut seems to agree because he takes the cane between his teeth and whines apologetically when he takes it out of your hands. He then ducks down, swooping between your legs and lifting you onto his back in a motion so smooth, he must have done it before.

“Chestnut, dude!” You yelp, leaning forward and holding onto him for dear life. The dog tilts his head, whines in confusion, before racing away from the spot when the creature behind you cries out again.

Even with his injured leg, Chestnut is fast. The wind whips against your skin and deafens your ears. You close your eyes to protect them, burying your face in his fur which was a woodsy scent.

Breaking out from the woods, voices suddenly cut through the rushing air.

“Over here!”

“Shit! What happened?!”

“Where is it, is it after you?”

The voices meld into one and you try to answer, but that horrifying screech cuts you off. You bury your face into Chestnut’s fur while the others scream in surprise.

“Jesus H. Christ, I thought you killed all of them?!”

“Doesn’t matter, get out of the way!”

Gun shots rang out over your head and you bury yourself deeper into Chestnut’s fur. He’s quick to run away from the fire, coming to stop a ways away before depositing you against a wall and handing over your cane. Not wanting to be alone, you reach for him but he barks. Ducking away and whining apologetically.

Before you could panic, a new bark sounds beside you. Bernard whines, pressing into your leg and you all but collapse into him. “Bern!” You sob, pulling him close to you while he licks your face and whines apologetically.

War rages just a ways away from you two. Guns shot through the night, growls and screeches made your ears ache. You held Bernard close to your chest, face buried in his matted fur as the battle raged on.

"El, now!"

There was a cry, a human one this time. A grotesque ripping and shredding followed along with a ghastly cry of pain until all grew quiet.

You slowly lift your head from your dog's fur, tears pooling in your eyes while you try not to whimper. Whatever that was, you were grateful you couldn't see it.

Soft, thudding footsteps came closer to you and Bernard. The irony scent of blood hit your nose and you sighed in relief as Chestnut gently woofed. Nuzzling your cheek with a whine, you lean into him.

"Thanks Chestnut, thanks for saving us." You murmur, scratching under his chin. He makes a rumble in his throat, nose brushing your cheek.

"Chestnut? But that's s-" The voice was cut off with a grunt as more footsteps came closer.

“Are you okay?” Another voice asked, this one actually pretty familiar.

“Robin?!”

The woman chuckles nervously as she crouches down beside you. “Hey. Bernard came to my door and led me here, thank god we made it in time.”

“Bernard- Wait, what? Bernard went to come find you?” You sat up, immensely confused as more voices overlapped. In the time between running from the monster and getting out of the forest, your boy had rounded up a collection of Pre-teens, Robin, and…the chief of police?!

“That’s one smart dog of yours.” Hopper’s gruff voice broke out amongst the gaggle of teens. “Wouldn’t stop barking till I got my ass out of bed.”

Bernard barks proudly, tail thumping with glee as he’s flooded with praise. You rub at his back, also just as proud but…confused. Very confused. How did he know? Your dog was smart, but even so, how?

Chestnut nuzzles into your chest and whines, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Oh my god, your leg- We need to get him to a vet!” You shift, but Chestnut makes a discontented noise. Somehow you knew it was a protest as he shook his head against your stomach. “You’re bleeding, you aren’t fine.” You insist, nudging at him despite how big and heavy he was.

There’s a snickering until another voice cuts through. This one is unfamiliar. “She’s right *Chestnut*, that’s one fucked up bite you got there.” He teases and the younger party breaks out in a few giggles, mainly between the boys. Chestnut barks at them and you run your hands along his soft fur.

“I’m sorry! It’s just his hair looks like chestnuts and I didn’t want to keep calling him ‘The dog’ and-“

“Well yeah, that’s a wolf in your hands, Sweetheart.” The voice coos, stepping closer. The figure was wearing a ton of black, and the jingle of chains registers in your ears. Chestnut gives a warning growl at the man, and he chuckles. “Sorry, sorry. Name’s Eddie, and he’s gonna be okay. He’s already starting to heal, see? Touch the wound.”

You brush a hand over the once bitten flesh, gasping as all you felt was a scab forming. “Wait, how, what-“

“You gonna tell her, or do I?” Eddie asks, but his voice is directed to the comfortable dog, no, wolf in your lap. Chestnut sighs, letting out a small huff of an answer before slowly rising from your body. He walks away, and you sit there for a second. “Tell me what, where’s he going?”

“Just give him a minute, he kinda needs to get decent. You almost done over there man?”

“You try putting on pants over a wound, Munson!”

…..

“Steve?!”

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5 | Aftermath

I was made for lovin’ you

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Pairing : Eddie Munson x (they/them) Henderson! reader

Summary : The group finds out there had been a myesterious murder last night and Max has some news for Dustin that might help them figure out who was involved.

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Max groaned, waking up with a headache. It was happening way more recently, seemingly getting worse every time. She got and walked to the kitchen, grabbing the pills from the top cabinet, putting a few in one hand and turning the tap on with the other. She cupped her hand for some water, putting the pills in her mouth and then the water, allowing her to swallow them. She walked out the front door, hearing the dog bark and police sirens getting louder, stopping outside the opposite trailer. Eddie Munson's trailer. Her mother came out a few minutes later, stood behind her and her arms folded, also watching.

"Looks like that Munson boy's up to no good again." she commented, Max not responding but looking over in a mix of concern and horror. Max carefully walked over, making sure not to gain too much attention. She stood on her tip toes, moving around and looking past heads where she caught a glimpse of what was inside. Chrissy was led on the floor, presumably dead. "Hey!" An office said, turning her around making her gasp. "You can't be out here, get back inside." he demanded as Max turned around, taking one last glimpse of the scene. "Back inside." he repeated, Max jogging back over and going into her trailer.

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Steve looked at Y/n rolling his eyes which earned him a punch on the arm for being so mean. Robin had been stood with Vicki during the championship games and she had finally spoken to her - even if it was a tiny conversation. "Then, Vicki laughed. And it wasn't like a cheap, fake laugh either, it was like...it was a real, genuine laugh." Robin explained, unable to contain her excitement as she out films down. "Of course, she laughed Robin, it's my muppet joke, it's hilarious!" he retorted. "Steve!" Y/n groaned from the desk, glaring at him and sending Robin a smile. "My point is, that Vicki laughed, and everything was just like...It was perfect!" Robin gasped, following Steve around like a lost puppy as he stocked shelves up.

 "But?" he started, knowing there was something coming. "But I'm having this problem where it's like, I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say but then I guess I get nervous, and the words they just... they keep spilling out, and it's like my...my brain is moving faster than my mouth, or...or rather my mouth is moving faster than my brain. And it's like I'm digging this hole for myself, and I want to stop digging, I'm trying to stop, but I can't. And I'm doing it right now, aren't I?" she rambled, Steve leaning on a shelf and y/n listening, head in their hand on the desk. "Yeah, you are." Steve grinned as Robin sighed.

"I'm hopeless." she groaned, earning a chuckle from Y/n. "Eh, we both are." Steve huffed, pressing his back to the poster next to Robin. "If only we could just, like, combine." Robin said, Steve looking at her like she was crazy. "Combine?" he questioned, not understanding fully. "No, think about it. I know exactly what I want, and I've found the girl of my dreams, but I just can't get the courage to ask her out. Meanwhile, you go on...like a million dates. And you have no idea what you want! So, if we just combined, all our problems would be solved. Because I mean, alone, let's face it..." Robin paused, Steve following alone. "We totally suck. The only person around here who's had some luck is y/n." he mentioned, y/n pipping up at the sound of their name. "What? With who!" they scoffed, rewinding the tapes on the desk.

 "A certain Metalhead. You know, your brother really can't keep his mouth shut." he teased, y/n rolling his eyes and sticking their middle finger at him. "I think I found our morning movie. Doctor Zhivago!" Robin said, running over and picking it up. "You know I don't do double VHS." Steve groaned, going back behind the desk. "It's about doomed love!" Robin argued as Steve raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. "Oh, well, that's relatable." he joked, Robin nodding. They walked to the back where y/n had moved to, watching the news. "Holy shit..." Y/n mumbled, eyes widened.

"We're in Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don't have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning, Police have not released the name...although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family."

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Dustin sat with his mother watching the news at home, confused and nervous. He knew Max lived in that area and although they may not be as close as they were for some unknown reason, he still was concerned for her. The doorbell rang, Dustin opening it to find Max, a sigh of relief leaving his body. max greeted his mother before they went up to his room, Dustin quietly shutting his door as they both sat on the floor. "It was Chrissy..." she said quietly, Dustin looking up. "Chrissy Cunningham? You're sure it was Chrissy?" he asked, getting up and pacing around. "Yes, in her cheerleader outfit. It was the same thing she was wearing when I saw her with Eddie." Max responded, certain of herself. "Did you tell this to the cops?" Dustin questioned, Max shaking her head no. "I can't be the only one who saw them together. I mean, they stood out!" Max huffed, also now pacing.

"Eddie the freak with Chrissy the cheerleader?" he said, still not believing it. "Exactly. You know, his name's not in the news yet or anything, but I guarantee you Eddie is suspect number one right now." she suggested, Dustin gasping. "That's crazy. Eddie didn't do this, no way! No. way." Dustin defended. "Well, we can't rule it out!" Max argued. "Yes, we can! You don't know him like I do, Max! Okay? When we got to high school, Lucas made all his sports friends, Mike and me? I mean, no one was nice to us. No one except Eddie! He even got Y/n's approval!" Dustin informed her, Max still not buying it. 

"Okay, well, they said the same shit about Ted Bundy. yeah, he's a super nice guy, but then he's murdering women on the weekend." she finished as Dustin rolled his eyes at her, his hands in fists. "So, you're saying Eddie is like Ted Bundy?" he said, holding his hands up to his face. "No, I'm not saying- I'm saying that we can't presume anything, okay? But it doesn't look good for Eddie. " She admitted, Dustin lumping on his bed.

"Why haven't you told the cops this?" Dustin wondered, looking up at the redhead. "I... I don't know." Max huffed, avoiding his gaze. "You don't know?" Dustin repeated confused. "After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go in the trailer...something else happened. My lights started flickering and so did the TV, I didn't know what was happening. Eddie ran out screaming and into his car, driving off somewhere. Eddie always drives like a maniac, and the power goes off at my place all the time. It's a piece of shit. But...this morning, I started to think back, and... I don't know." she paused. 

"The look on his face, he was scared Dustin. Really scared. Maybe he was scared because, you know, he...he just killed someone, or...maybe, um, maybe...because, I don't, I don't know, maybe..." she stammered, trying to find the right words. "Something else killed her?" he suggested, Max nodding. "That's impossible...right?" she questioned, Dustin not looking at her. "I don't know, it should be. There's only one person who knows what actually happened." Dustin said, Max nodding.

"Eddie."

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #stranger things #strangerthings #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x henderson!reader

[boozles]

My final *sob* live blog of Only Friends

OKAY BITCHES LETS FUCKING GO

Sand, Ray is allowed to drink. It’s better for him because cold turkey will probably kill him.

Boeing, you’re a dick.

Ray, shut up. Just, shut up and get out the pool, okay? Cant you see you’re hurting your boyfriend? You’re also risking lose said boyfriend.

Oh gosh, this kiss is making me so uncomfortable.

Oh gosh Sand puts so much more effort in with Ray, whilst with Boeing is seemed forced.

OH GODS IS BOE GONNA SUGGEST A THREESOME NOW

OH I DO NOT LIKE THAT VIGOROUS KISS BETWEEN RAY AND BOE (OKAY I KINDA DO BUT I HATE IT)

RAY NO STFU THAT WASNT ‘THEIR’ DRAM IT WAS SAND’S DREAM CAN WE JUST STOP NOW

OMFG GUYS MEW IS TELLING RAY ABOUT BOEING AND ALL WEEK ALL I HAVE WANTED WAS THIS I JUST WANTED PEOPLE TO TALK AND THEY ARE DOING IT AND I CAN FEEL MY ANXIETY DRIPPING AWAY

CHEUM IF YOU DONT APOLOGISE TO TON I AM GOING TO PUT MY FIST THROUGH THE TV

Good girl

Oh, Boston. He’s trying so hard.

Oh gosh Top is so cute.

Mew, I will happily be Top’s sugar baby if you don’t want to be.

oh my goDS GUYS HE IS SITTING IN TOPS LAP AND I CANT BREATHE

OH GODS RHE SNIFF KISSES I AM A SUCKER FOR THEM

SKATING WITH NICK AND TON I CANT

I ACTUALLY CANT GUYS

THEY ARE TOO ADORABLE

BUT I CANT SHAKE THIS FEELING THEY ARENT GOING TO MAKE IT

BOSTON IS SO CUTE AS A BOYFIE

WAIT ARE THEY ACTUALLY BOYFRIENDS NOW?

Oh gosh I wish Nick would go to NY but I also love that Boston is being honest with him

WHERE IS MR BIG BUG

THE KIDS MISS SAND XD SO DOES RAY, KIDS, SO DOES RAY

OMFG GUYS HES HERE

HE SHOWED UP

AND LOOK AT THE WAY RAY LOOKS AT HIM

MR RABBIT

I AM CRYING HERE GUYS

FUCKING SOBBING

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

OMG IS SAND FLIRTING WITH RAY? BECAUSE HE NEVER FLIRTS

OMG YES RAY THAT IS YOUR MAN AND YOU WILL HANDLE IT

WAIT IM ONLY ONLY PART TWO HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED

TopMew are so fucking cute

OH GODS DONT LEAVE RAY AND TOP ALONE TOGETHER THIS IS SO AWKWARD

ONG THOSE SMILES WHILST THREATENING EACH OTHER

AND RAY REFUSING A DRINK

BOEING GO AWAY

OMG RAY

YOU ARE SERVING ABSOLUTE CUNT

SAND’S FACE

MEW EVEN WANTING TO PROTECT SAND

OMG THE WAY RAY IS LIKE HE IS MY BOYFRIEND HE IS MY BOYFRIEND HE IS MY BOYFRIEND

OMG I WISH SAND HAD ONLY REPLIED WITH A BARK TO THE DOG COMMENT

BUT TBF HE SAID HE LOVES RAY AND THATS JUST AS GOOD

BYE BYE BOEING

I DONT LIKE ANYONE MESSING WITH MY MAN

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RAY

YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AND EXPECT ME TO KEEP LIVING

OMG MEW WHAT WAS THAT WOO

THAT WAS SO CUTE

OMG TOP GOT MEW A RING

I CANT

ARE NICK AND BOSTON SLOW DANCING AND KISSING

OMG

BOYFRIENDS

OH NO IS DAN GONNA SHOW UP WHEN TON IS AT THE BAR?

OH NO ITS FUCKING BOEING THATS WORSE

NO

GO AWAY BOEING

BOSTON DONT EVEN LOOK AT HIM NEVER MIND TALK TO HIM

YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND

WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOSTON

WHY IS HE DOING THIS WHEN NICK IS RIGHT THERE

HES PURPOSELY TRYING TO NICK AWAY ISNT HE? Or is this gonna be another part or Ray’s plan? I’ve paused the show because I’m so upset at what I’m watching right now

OH NO NICK SAID BOYFRIEND

OH BOSTON

I DIDNT THINK I COULD HATE YOU ANYMORE THAN WHEN YOU FUCKED TOP

BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH

Oh nicky

Baby boy

I can’t believe Boston sucked us both in

Although in Boston’s defence in the last episode they did kinda say that Boston would sleep about, and it was Boston who said he would be monogamous, so…

IT DOESNT MATTER LOOK AT MY POOR NICKYS FACE

SINCE WHEN DID NICK SMOKE

Oh, Nicky. You deserve someone who wants only you.

And Boston, you need to be yourself. Yes, you obviously love Nick, but you also don’t want to be tied down.

NICK DOESNT EVEN KNOW IT WAS BOEING WHO WAS WITH BOSTON

AND HES TELLING SAND

THEY CALLED THE HOSTEL

ONLY FRIENDS STAY

OMG

No offence but how can Boston be friends with a girl who called him a rapist to his face

Even if she apologised

OMG BOSTON AND RAY SMILING AT EACH OTHER

Boston really has grown a lot through this show.

Boston grabbing Mew into a hug

I’ve have to pause being I’m crying again

Ray’s face when Mew rates Top as 10/10 in bed XD

MEW WHAT ARE YOU DOING

GETTING YOUR BEST FRIENDS BOYFRIEND TO KISS YOUR BOYFRIEND WHAT

I AM SO FOR THIS

OMG HE DID NOT JUST PUSH TOP BACK LIKE THAT

CALM DOON SON

RAY AND MEW PULLING THEM APART

I AM SCREAMING

Boston looks so out of place

NICKY BABY

OMG BOSTON WILL KISS HIM DURING THE COUNTDOWN WONT HE

I AM CRYING AT THIS FUCKING THING

OMG JUST SIX GAYS WATCHING FIREWORKS

OH NICK DIDNT WANT TO KISS

that’s good for him but im still crying

Mew cutting off his friendship with Boston so honestly like this has me feeling things. Like, I’ve been there, I’ve ended friendships like that. It hurts on both sides. These guys can act.

Ray is much prettier than Keira Knightley sorry not sorry

I fucking love Sand and Ray

Like

It hurts my chest

They are so fucking cute and in love

Also how do they get their AirPods to stay in? Mine fall out with movement XD

I am crying so hard over Nick breaking things off with Boston

Like I know it’s the right thing to do but these boys act so well and im just broken

OMG are we gonna get an actual love scene with TopMew

AW WHAT

WE SEE HIM GO TO EAT ASS THEN IT CUTS OFF

THIS IS THE ONLY COUPLE WE HAVENT SEEN HAVE AN ACTUAL SEX SCENE

WE GOT TOPBOSTON RAYMEW BOSTONNICK X29737930 BUT NO TOPMEW?

Scandalous

Homophobic

Discrimination

Absolutely ridiculous

OH NO HAS BOEING SET THE PLACE ON FIRE

OH TOP MY DARLING

Sandray sounds like sunray

SANDRAY SOUNDS LIKE SUNRAY

SANDRAY SOUNDS LIKE SUNRAY

MIX YOU SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH

I KNEW YOUD SHOW UP

AND WHY DID THEY HAVE TO PLAY THE MUSIC WHEN HE DID

HES HERE TO FUCK SHIT UP AND STEAL YO BOYFRIENDS

ESPECIALLY YOUR’S TOP

Guys

I can’t believe it’s over

I’m so happy to have shared this delusional journey with you all

#boozle #drama #thai drama #bl drama #ofts liveblog #ofts #only friends

[wyrddogs]

Kermit update

Had a long conversation with my friend so I’m putting some of it/my thoughts here for posterity. Under cut because it rambles.

So he is spurlaut, which is fantastic. We’ve been wondering for some time, because generally when he’s searching brush he’s silent (weird for such a vocal dog, I know XD). But there have now been three or four occasions where he has been basically on top of a rabbit, made that chirping bark, and then flushed it soon after. The scent has got to be Hot!

Spurlaut is heritable, so I’m glad he’s got it. He could pass that trait onto any offspring he produces.

He’s proven on rats, but not rabbits. With rats he clearly understands his job, and he’s extremely honest. If he indicates a bush or other obstacle, there are rats in there. If he doesn’t indicate, there aren’t any. He knows how to work rats, flush them, and kill them. He’s still pretty inexperienced but he gets better every time he goes out. I’m very happy with him.

With rabbits, he’s not quite there yet. With the rats, we put him with his terrier buddy and he learned from her. He doesn’t have a mentor for rabbits, so it’s not clicking. He’s flushed two rabbits himself, but he hasn’t made the connection between “we are out in the field” + “I should be looking in brush” + “I can find a trail myself” + “I will flush the rabbit”. It’s not his fault; he’s very young and inexperienced, and he doesn’t have any dogs with a similar hunting style to him to learn from. We’ve been taking his half-sister out with us and she is definitely learning from Kermit. It’s really fascinating to watch.

The plan is to try him on cottontails this year and see if that will help him make the connection, which he can then extend to jackrabbits.

Game is so scarce out here in California, it really makes things much harder. If we could find a field that was packed with rabbits, it would just be a matter of putting him down somewhere and letting him flush rabbits until he gets it. Unfortunately we go out multiple times a week, and might only see two or three rabbits in an entire month. That makes it really hard to train an inexperienced dog.

I hate traveling, but (huge sigh) I might have to suck it up and go east (like Virginia or Tennessee) and put him on rabbits there. They’ve got game galore. They even have planted fields. We don’t have those here.

He’s doing fantastic in nosework. I’ve almost got him up to four foot hides and need to work interiors a bit more, then I can finally enter him in NACSW Lv 1. I’ll enter him in AKC Novice once summer is over and we should bang that out real quick.

He’s coming along in agility. He’s getting over his fear of the dogwalk, which is our major obstacle right now. By the time he’s over that, he should be ready to compete. Everything else, he’s picking up quickly. He’s a little star on sequences and is great at reading my cues. He really enjoys agility.

Earthdog is on hold until it’s not so goddamn hot. This fall we can start training again.

His least favorite sport is definitely racing. He enjoys chasing the lure but it’s not his whole world. I think if I put him with a dog who really wanted it, he’d cede. Which is fine! He still has a lot of fun, and that’s what’s important. No dog is going to be perfect at everything, and he’s doing really well at everything else, so I don’t care. I’ll keep racing him because he likes it.

I think he’s a little on the slow to mature side. He’s almost two and a half and we’re still mostly working on foundations and juuuust dipping our toes into competition. Which is totally fine. He’s a fantastic dog, and the people who know what they are looking at, and whose opinions I respect, can see that in him. Even though he’s not as titled as a lot of dogs his age and younger, I still get a lot of nice comments from Dog People.

I think once he’s three or four and has more mileage on him, he’s really going to hit his stride. I’m excited to be his partner and can’t wait to see where we go together.

#kermit #dachshund #ratting #hunting #agility #nosework #lure coursing #he's just a good boy #I like him a lot #I'm so lucky to have a dog like him #my training

[justafrogandherumbrella]

Welcome to Nowhere: Hands

AN: It's back!

Well, with Jenny all the way back downstairs, looking for rope, and Gia keeping watch over the unconscious Jerrel, it’s up to you and Aderyn to search Mr.Rotary’s mysterious office. Aderyn goes in first, and you follow. You turn around to speak to Gia, only to find the door slamming shut behind you.

“Gia?!” You shout, running up to the door to try and open it. No luck. 

“Jeez, what the hell?” You mutter, angrily shaking the door knob. The fact that the door had locked itself has to be part of that thing's decision, right? 

“Oi!” You bark, punching the door a little bit. “Unlock right now, this isn’t funny!”

“I don’t know how to unlock it!” Gia protests from the other side. “It just shut randomly!”

“Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Who were you talking to then?” Their confused voice seeps through the door crack. “I’m the only one out here.”

“No one important.” You give the door an indignant kick before scoffing and deciding you’ll just have to come back to it later. You turn back to the office, which appears to be completely empty, save for whatever it is that’s growing out of the floor. You’re not really sure what it is- it doesn’t resemble any kind of plant you’ve ever seen. No, the substance growing out of the office floor was a dingy yellow color, growing in tall, thin stalks. It was almost like some type of grass, except for the fact that it looks to be made of carpet, and at the top of each stalk grows a tiny, fuzzy ear. 

“This is… the weirdest office I’ve ever seen.” 

“Eh,” Adryn shrugs, poking at one of the ears. “I’ve seen weirder.”

“Weirder? How can you have possibly seen something weirder than ear-thingies growing out of the floor of an office?

She shrugs again. “Well, I mean, I guess it all depends on perspective, doesn’t it? I personally find any ‘normal’ type of office to be so ridiculously boring to the point that they’re weirdly insufferable and motivation-sucking.”

“I don’t think that counts. In fact, I don’t think I could even come up with something stranger than this for an office space. Uhm- anyways,” you say, shifting your attention to a more serious matter. 

“Do you think he’s using these to… you know, hear us?”

“No idea,” Aderyn answers honestly. “I mean, Bianca said that her static should block him from hearing anything outside the kitchen, but… I mean, these are just a bunch of random ears, and I’m not really sure how they factor into the situation. Even if he can hear us though, what does it matter? We’re already here, aren’t we? I think all this means is that we should hurry up, just in case he is listening, and is on his way to kick us out.”

“Right!” You say, leaping into action. Still, the office is completely empty. Except… that can’t be right. If Mr.Rotary’s office is just a room full of ears, then  why does he have the weirdest lock of all time as some kind of guard dog? Why would he have been so insistent on you absolutely not going into his office if there isn’t anything incriminating inside? No, there’s gotta be something more to this, right? There’s gotta be.

“Hey Aderyn?” You ask, grabbing one of the ear-stalk things. 

“Yeah?”

“You like to tell stories, right? When we were all leaving the uhm…”

Shit! Have you forgotten already? You came here from somewhere, you know that. You just can’t quite remember the location. It sits there, on the edge of your tongue, ready to be spoken, yet your brain falters- refusing to give you an answer. 

“The graveyard?” Aderyn fills in.

“Right, yeah, the graveyard.” That’s right. It was a graveyard. That’s where you and Aderyn had met. When you, Gia, Bea, and Emerson left, Aderyn decided to join you. You’re supposed to be helping find her way home though, right? Why did you come to Dispassion?

“...Rue?”

“Right, sorry. When we were leaving the graveyard, I remember you telling us stories. Since arriving at Dispassion, I haven’t seen you too much, and so I imagine you haven’t had too many chances to tell any stories and I was just wondering… would you like to tell me a story? While we’re working?” You twist the stalk in your hand, digging your nails into it. Your hand looks kind of funny, now that you think about it. You’ve seen it plenty of times, so you’re not sure why you’re only noticing now, but… there’s something wrong with your hand. It’s not really hand- or is it? Well, it looks like a hand, or at least it’s shaped like one. 

Aderyn’s face lights up. “I’m so happy you asked! I would love to tell you a story! Hmm… can you give me a prompt or something?”

“Like… what kind of prompt?” You stare down at your hand. It sure is hand shaped alright, but it isn’t made of flesh. Almost everyone you can remember meeting has always had some kind of oddity, and yet, with the only exception being Emerson- or maybe even Aderyn, almost everyone you’ve met has had relatively normal hands. Looking at Aderyn’s hands now, you ignore one hand of hers, the one covered in succulents, and instead focus your attention on her other hand. Looking at it, you can’t help but think of the words that popped into your mind when you first saw Jerrell. 

Perfectly Human.

“Well, how about you just give me two random words, and I’ll try to connect them to make a story. Does that sound good to you?” She continues searching the room as she speaks, completely unaware of the thoughts that occupy your mind. 

“Yeah, I can do that.” You’ve always thought your friends had such oddities. Emerson being a slug, Gia having a planet for a head, Bea having far too many legs, and Aderyn having succulents grow across her face and spiraling down her arm. Yet, looking at your hands now, they’re oh-so-far from perfectly human. “How about these two words: dream and… deception. “ You see, while almost everyone else you can remember meeting has had some kind of flesh on their hands, human or not, your hands have no such things. Your hands don’t even look like they should be real. 

“Ooooh! Interesting choice! Let’s see…” Aderyn muses, her thoughts churning with ideas.  there once was a young poet- and that’s all anyone ever thought they were. Here’s the thing though, this poet had a secret.”

Your hands are made of drawings, if you can  even call them that. It looks as though someone has taken a black-inked pen to the air, furiously scribbling, trying their best to draw a never-ending amount of messy, nonsensical thoughts. 

Aderyn continues. “You see, this was no ordinary poet. Not only did they write poems, but they wrote spells as well. They were a magician- an arrogant one at that. They shamelessly crossed the paths between worlds, dancing with demons and flying with angels, not caring to read all the warning signs that were meant to save them.”

The scribbles are almost mesmerizing to look at, but it hurts. Just like the overwhelming static from things that it seems only you can hear, these scribbles are all-consuming. 

“They were living in a dream, you see. A fantasy so far-fetched that even they thought none of it could ever truly be real. They walked amongst stars after all, why would they ever feel the need to bring their head down and out of the clouds?”

The scribbles never really break their formation. They come together, forming the shape of your hands- but they never stop moving.

“They were reckless, never bothering to stop or slow down, because they thought that they would always wake up, back to their horrid, boring world where everything was safe. Unfortunately for them, they got too cocky, and found themselves challenging  a god- though this was unbeknownst to them. This god was far from good, in fact, it was just about the evilest thing one could imagine. However, no one could say it wasn’t fair. After all, it was the one placing all those warning signs that our dear poet chose to ignore.”

Everything about your hands is wrong. You… you hate them. You want to scratch away each and every scribble, scraping away the alien presence that is so clearly not you. 

“Naturally, our poet lost their challenge, but they didn’t know that. The god they had challenged loves to lie, you know. SO that’s what it chose as its award for winning the game. Our dearest poet lost everything, but they were allowed to return to walk among the stars, never knowing that they had been deceived.”

 Each and every scribble is constantly flickering, forming new shapes and even words, but they all bring the same feeling. 

“They never even remembered meeting the god. They didn’t know that it had carved out their eyes and ears and replaced them with its own. Never knew that they had been turned into a puppet for the god’s entertainment. So, the poet went on as they always had, living a dream that had never really been real.”

Dread.

#writeblrcafe #my writing #weirdcore #weirdcore/dreamcore #dreamcore #writblr #Writers on tumblr #Welcome to Nowhere #work in progress #writerscorner #writing community #Welcome to Nowhere: Hands

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.52--Episodes 17-18

I have watched through S5E18; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Belle basically told Rumple he wasn’t worth saving. What the heck, lady. And I’m pretty sure if my husband was about to be shot and killed, I wouldn’t hesitate to knock his attempted murderer to his death. Yeah, Belle sent Gaston into the River of Souls. Big whoop, he fricking sucks. And Belle knows how nasty he is! How could she possibly act like letting him kill Rumple was a better option?

—And exqueEEeze me, but this is not like when Snow or Emma acquired some darkness. Belle fell in love with the Dark One, for gosh sakes, she’s the princess most likely to do some dubious things!

—And it’s now confirmed that she doesn’t love Rumple. If she did, she wouldn’t need her father to break the sleeping curse. It’s obvious that Rumple loves her.

—Mulan was watching Dorothy and Red with the world’s most knowing look on her face and I am all here for it. But what about Mulan? She needs to get her happy ending! —Now that I’ve complained….Wolfie and Kansas, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

—I will not get over them together. They have everything: falling in love ridiculously fast; a meet-cute involving the dog; similarly tragic backstories; adorable nicknames—it’s everything I want! And you know, Toto’s gonna love having a bigger dog in his life. Red is the the best possible second dog mom for him.

—It’s cool that Dorothy taught Toto to bark at witches. Very smart.

—I adore David for sending Snow back to Storybrooke. That’s some quality husbanding right there. But all of their promises to be reunited eventually? That means for sure at least one of them dies. And since they share a heart, they’ll probably both die. Leaving Emma (and Hook?) to raise Neal. So sad.

—I also adore Hook for helping David with that. I like that Hook and David are getting along better now. Their personalities don’t put them at natural opposition to each other, so now that David is used to Hook and Emma being together, them being friendly is the right move.

—Hades is an exceedingly strange man. Every now and then he makes a comment that catches me off guard and makes me laugh. His sense of humor is peculiar, and kinda shady, but I like it. Which annoys me to no end.

—He’s not particularly handsome imo, but he is attractive. He’s completely riveting. Regardless of whether or not he’s being an ass to my faves (which he is), I can’t deny that he has presence.

—Still hate Zelena. I will not stop hating her. I will not feel sorry for her ever. And I’m still disgruntled about her and Hades being together. They have little to no chemistry.

—They shouldn’t have put Hades in the same room as Gaston. Once again, the hextreme vibes appeared. How can they expect me to believe him with Zelena when he’s *meh* with her and acts the way he does around all these dudes? (The count, by now, is three. Three men he’s had way more chemistry with than Zelena. And I do predict more such occurrences in the future.)

—MMMkay, I hate Gaston, big surprise, but he was right about one thing. The way to a bookworm’s heart is to tell them that ‘because it’s your favorite book, Imma read every word.’ That is just peak.

—I’m so tired of hearing guys saying how they’ve been looking for a woman of substance. It implies that a woman who is not shallow is a rare find, which I think is quite insulting. Also, not to go too deep, but we all know what kind of girls Gaston-types are thinking of when they say shallow, and I love those girls. Pink and makeup and girly-girl things? Bring em on, honey! If I had a girlfriend like that, whether or not she was the type of girl who wanted to have existential conversations (which is fr not for everybody, regardless of gender), I would adore her and love her so much she wouldn’t know what to do with me. And tbh, Gaston is more vain than he believes those girls to be, so….But, it’s very much in character for him to say something piggish like that, so I can live with it. Context is everything, friends.

#once upon a time #ouat #belle #rumplestiltskin #Gaston #mulan #dorothy gale #red riding hood #dorothy x red #toto #prince David charming #Snow White #Captain Hook #zelena #hades #martianbugsbunny reviews

[munku-collar]

Tour production run through and review, praises and criticisms for Act 2! I am getting really tired while I’m writing this so sorry for any typos or if something doesn’t make sense lol. I’ve got other things to do tomorrow I wanna get this out.

Same disclaimer as last time. You know I’m the 98 bitch. Don’t get mad when I say I like something in 98 better. 

About 5 minutes before intermission ends, Old Deut comes back on stage. He wanders around a little, seeming lost in thought, and goes to sit on the tire. Eventually he waves out the other cats. I think Tanto, Cori and Cass were the first ones out, and then everyone else comes out. THere’s no announcement that intermission is over, which really sucks if you get stuck in a big line or something and can’t get back to the theatre LOL but simply be me and don’t leave your seat the entire time and you’ll be right there waiting when the lights suddenly go off and the intro to Moments of Happiness starts playing.

It was great. It’s primarily unchanged and I’m thankful for that. It’s very emotional, for me specifically, to sit there in person and hear it sung, because my moments of happiness come from Cats, and the memories I have with it! It gets you right in the feels. 

And then you’re brought to my personal highlight, which is Gus the Theatre Cat. Even writing about it right now, I’m about to cry. I really, really love this song. It always makes me emotional, and John and Kayli’s performance really put it over the top for me. I started weeping lmfao. It’s just!! So wonderful! Tonally it’s somewhere between the 98 version and the 2019 version, and I think it’s a sweet balance. The music is the same, the words are the same. But then it continues! When Jelly goes to take Gus off stage, he swings back and addresses the audience like he just remembered something else he wanted to say, and he brags about having saved a child from a burning building if I remember correctly lol. It was such a funny little moment!! It’s not appropriate to scream like you’re at a concert for Theatre Cat but boy did I want to lmfao. And he mentions that he used to be able to make “bloodcurdling noises” very seriously, and proceeds to make these noises, which are very funny yowling cat noises. God I loved that. I cheered for him there and he did a little “thank you” nod at me. He then mentions that he once played the Rumpus Cat, and that he could do it again. Old Deut says, “So do it again!” 

And we move into Pekes and Pollicles.

First night I wasn’t sure how I felt about this version, but after seeing it twice, I can say I like it! It’s a lot more serious than the 98 version, and it’s also shorter. The intro is longer though. There’s 3 bits of “bum! [pause] bum! [pause] bum! [pause]” in which Gus COMMANDS the stage. The lighting is insane in this part, illuminating different parts of the stage in intense dark red and white. I lost my shit. The tune is changed in some places in favor of bits of Growltiger, which I thought was a nice way to incorporate it, but like I said it’s quite serious, and missing the frantic, hilarious energy the 98 version has. The bagpipes bit is missing, as is the bit about dogs from around the world. There’s not really any mishaps like the barks getting messed up or people tripping over each other so I definitely miss the humor aspect. The costumes looked pretty much the same though and that made me very happy! I’m obsessed with the yogurt cup dog masks for the poms so I was sooo happy to see them. And god, every tom looks fucking adorable with their little floppy pollicle ears and snout. Also once again ALONZO my beloved!!! He gets to be the police dog, comes out with his baton at the ready. I definitely whooped for him as if I saw a stripper on stage lmfao. There’s also a bit where he waddles off stage in his dog costume and it’s so cute and appropriately silly UGH I wanted to snatch him up. 

I had no idea how Rumpus Cat would look or work in this show. Rumpus Cat is (for some reason) my mom’s favorite bit of the 98 version. She just loves seeing that freak fly out on the spring board. But this Rumpus cat was Gus, not a young tom, so obvs I knew that wasn’t gonna happen. It wasn’t until I was sitting there seeing it that I remembered I’d actually seen this bit in the tour trailer, but yeah! The light in the oven turns bright red, and Munk pulls down the oven door, and amidst heavy smoke and sharp lighting, Gus comes rushing out to center stage. His costume was drippyyyyyy it was his patchwork coat turned inside out. It’s black and covered with ruffles, and he has big glasses that are his Rumpus Cat eyes. What a badass. I love you grandpa. So yeah while I miss the silly chaotic mess in the 98 version this version is really cool and enjoyable!! Only thing that’s a little weird is Gus kind of shuffling off stage and Deut just turning and starting Skimbleshanks immediately, but hey it’s an awkward transition in 98 too so lmfao who cares!! It’s Skimble time!!

Skimbleshanks is pretty much exactly like the 98 version. That shit was sensational. And me being me, I know pretty much all the choreo from the 98 version, so being able to very lowkey do it along in my seat was so so nice. The traaaaaaain “THE TRAAAAAIN PURR YEAH” it’s so cool to see irl!! LIKE GOD WHAT THE FUCKKK IT’S THE TRAIN!!! And I mentioned it in another post but Chris played SUCH a good Skimble and he makes it look effortless. One of my favorite bit is “where I met the station master with elation!” for the jump and he got that so high and clean 😭😭😭 It’s fun, it’s familiar, it’s perfect. Zero complaints there.

When Mac comes to kidnap Deut, he appears center stage right behind him as a jumpscare. Everyone freaks out of course. Munk and Deme are front and center downstage when this happens and she’s on her knees, naturally stressed out. Munk stands and moves to confront Mac immediately, and she tries to stop him at first. He tells her to stay there, and runs up to Mac. He hypnotizes Munk and puts him right to sleep and harasses the other cats while the henchcats drag Deut off stage, and they’re not gentle either!! Demeter of course freaks out and stays out of the way best she can, and Mac runs off the left side of the stage. The whole thing was wild. Munk breaks out of the enchantment the second Mac is gone, and he’s up and he and the toms run off to find Mac.

Macavity. Macavity!!!! Vocally POPPED OFFFFFFFFF PURR YEAH Lauren my beloved my self christened Demeter. I’m very picky with Demeter’s, I really only liked Aeva vocally up until this point, but Lauren gets my approval stamp. Her portrayal of Deme in general is like. Me when I’m having a really good day (which makes a lot of sense because it’s the day of the jellicle ball! it IS a good day!) and so that was mwah. Chelsea’s Bomba I already gushed about BUT I’LL DO IT AGAIN BECAUSE I LOVE HER!! Her solo in the song literally gave me chills. The song is audibly unchanged, thank god, but. But. BUT. Here we go again with the choreo changes. It bothered me the most in the Jellicle Ball, and this is the runner up when it comes to my disdain for it. IF IT AIN’T BROKE DON’T FIX IT!! And Lynne’s choreo for this number is not broken!! They changed so many iconic bits, particularly the claws out, spin, and then arm extension on “there’s no one like ma-ca-vi-ty” and that REALLY fucking hurt. Like pleaseeeeee why would you take that away?? The other queens are there in the back doing their backup dancing, which doesn’t bother me, but I certainly didn’t pay attention to it lol, far too busy looking at deme and bomba. Overall approval. Still fucking mad about the choreo changes.

Now the Macavity Fight is where the revival gets my true stamp of approval. It’s a good change. Now if you’re me the 98 one is still scary lol but this version is way more intense and interesting. The music is different, the entire thing is different. Munk actually comes back from searching for Mac while the queens are finishing the Macavity song. He comes down from the tire when it’s over and stands beside Deme. The fake Macavity looks incredibly convincing from a few rows back. I’m a major fan of revival Mac’s costume in general (though I admit I find the 98 one smashable too LMFAO HELP) and the decoy quality is right up there. I couldn’t tell it was a mask until the second night when I sat in the second row. He comes out and of course pretends he’s brought Old Deut back, and quickly leaves the stage. Everyone is a little hesitant to greet Deut, but they’re glad to see him anyways. He faces away from the stage most of the time so unless you know about it, you probably wouldn’t guess it isn’t really him. Deme revealing him works the same and it’s impressive to see IRL. 

And then shit really kicks off. I already sang my praises for Aiden’s Mac and the only reason I won’t do it again now is because I’ll be sitting here forever, but yes. Perfection. 

The music is tense, the lighting is deep and red. Macavity hypnotizes everyone to do his bidding, and here’s one spot where the jerky choreo works really well. You really get the sense everyone is bewitched. Munk is either impervious or breaks out of it immediately, or Mac was Looking for a fight with him thanks to Munk stealing Deme from him, because they start fighting. When they face each other and get down on the ground and circle each other dude my freakin heart was beating so fast lol. I was so STRESSED. Munk gets a hit at Mac first, but Mac comes back with a vengeance. He really tears Munk up in this version, and when Munk is down for the count, Mac crosses the stage to claim Demeter. He drags her across the floor (not me pausing in writing this before i DISSOCIATE #kinpain) to the center and she fights back. She tries to get him to let go of her. 

Here is where ALONZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO once again shines. He manages to break free from Mac’s enchantment when he sees Deme struggling and he launches himself at Mac. The bit where Mac has Deme in his grasp and Alonzo is behind Mac trying to rip him off of her lives rent free. Rent. Free. Ouch. Alonzo’s efforts are rewarded, during which Mac loses focus enough for the other cats to break free too, and he quickly decides he needs to reevaluate the situation. He enchants them all again just long enough to get up to the top of the stage and turn out the lights so he can make his escape. The boom of the lights shorting out made me jump so hard both times lmfao. It was insane. So yeah. This. This.

Nick really played up being hurt in the aftermath, and I definitely started yearning when he and Lauren had their little demestrap moment LMFAO. This is also the point where even when watching the 98 version I get MAJORLY SAD because my brain says “hey it’s almost over.” It was no different here.

Now here’s where some of y’all are gonna get mad again. But Mr. Mistoffelees, while overall enjoyable, had a lot of letdowns for me. The biggest letdown was the conjuring turns. Paul is fucking incredible at turns, but they didn’t let him do many! He did like 6 to 9? AND THE MUSIC WAS CHANGED. I can’t tell you how obsessed I am with the conjuring turn theme and that’s actually one of the things about 98 that makes me sad, because it was cut. I thought I was finally gonna get to see that moment, and then it didn’t happen. A lot of his solo choreo got changed and severely downgraded. It was more like a contemporary magic show. Which, showing him doing more magic is fine, but no explosions? No big gay ribbon? WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THAT FROM ME, especially in favor of strange, almost possession like movements from him attempting to do magic? He makes Cassandra’s fur glow in different colors like his own, which is fun, but I’m not afraid to say I miss the explosions. However on “produced seven kittens right out of a hat,” they take a giant sheet and run it up and down the stage while several cats hide beneath it, and that was very cute! I liked that a lot. 

Old Deut did not reappear under a sheet. There was no drumroll or anything like that. Instead, Misto caught bits of light and handed them to the other cats. They all combined their lights in the center and stepped back to reveal Old Deut. Without the drumroll build up I didn’t see it coming and it took me a second to register what had happened. Does it work? Yes. Which one do I like better? I’m not sure. Probably the 98 one though. Criticisms aside it was fun to watch and I led the cheers for the brief turns, and you could feel Paul’s joy while performing, and that was wonderful to see. Goes without saying ofc Zach does a wonderful job singing, and Misto sings about himself too! They work well together. Misto gets that iconic leap-into-your-arms hugs with Deut and that made me very happy.

Daylight is unchanged from the 98 version and that’s that. I’m thankful for it. There’s not much to say besides that lol. Seeing all the cats turn their backs on Griz as she walks in too is always sad, and being in the audience makes it really feel like you’re all Griz has left. I’d say overall during the show Nickustrap was far more curt to Griz than the 98 one, but not aggressive or disrespectful by any means. I forgot to mention it but during the Memory prelude I believe he literally gestured to her and gestured to the edge of the junkyard, telling her to leave, and then refused to look at her. I think the motion was a little on the nose, but I guess for people that don’t understand the story, I can see why they added an obvious moment like that.

ANYWAY,

Memory is Memory. Thankfully, it’s pretty hard to fuck up. Sitting right there the second night made it unforgettable!! I cried. I knew I would. It’s pretty hard not to cry haha. Seeing it in person really makes it feel real. You wish you could touch her yourself. It’s amazing.

From here to the end, the show is pretty much exactly like the 98 version, which had me ALL up in my feelings jesus christ. It really felt like you were in there and watching it all at the same time. 

Journey to the Heaviside Layer makes me cry very often, it squeezes my heart so tight. It happens just like in the movie. She walks around getting touched by the tribe members, and Munk leads her to Old Deut, and they walk up on the tire. Literally about to cry again writing this, but when I tell you my heart shattered in the right way when the tire started rising up and the smoke came out beneath it.... The staircase came from the left side instead of the right like in the movie so I missed it the first time, looking in the wrong direction HAHA but it was there!!! And there she went, and a piece of my heart went with her. Amazing.

Ad-dressing of Cats makes me make the saddest little screwed up emotional expression on a good day and makes me full on sob on a bad day. So I knew it would sucker punch me AND IT DID. There’s really not much else to say about it. From the time it started to the time it ended with that iconic last note I was so far gone lol. It was perfect. It was home.

So overall I still prefer 98. 98 is my home. It’s My Junkyard. It’s my heart. But this is a Junkyard I will gladly visit again given the opportunity. Despite the clunky choreo and occasional weird pacing, it’s enjoyable. I still hate the makeup. I can admit it’s not quite so horrendous when you’re far away, but I still don’t enjoy the designs. I just don’t. The downgrade in costume quality isn’t as noticeable on stage either thanks to the dynamic lighting, but it still bothers me because the performers deserve better. But whatever. I think seeing it live definitely elevates this production. I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed this production nearly as much if I just watched it on youtube or something. I def wish I could see it a few more times, just to get more familiar with the details, and ofc the experience of seeing Cats live is wonderful, but this didn’t really change anything for me. I still have My Junkyard lol. However it reinvigorated my enthusiasm (which wasn’t even lacking to begin with) so rip to everyone but I will go back to watching 98 at least once a week. I deserve it.

Anyway if you have any questions about either acts or my experience in general, feel free to ask. If you made it this far good job.

#my shit #cats the musical #cats us tour 6 #us tour 6 #the show #JH

[benitoiteprince]

@nenuphae;

It’s not hard to notice the pinkish dust to her cheeks and the flowery aura around her which already proves enough that she isn’t particularly sober. If anything, she was far gone & the giggly self of hers was just a part of her intoxicate attitude that was coming out during these times when the alcohol would finally pass the line of her already inhumanly strong tolerance that she built up with years & years. The wine that she drank were strong, all too strong if she were honest. Now that they were back to be alone, her mind was still warm & bubbly as she was staring at the foreign prince with a ‘look’ in her eyes. At his words, she giggled sweetly (so unusual) before answering, trying not to slur the words too much: “ I can’t help it, yer so handsome, silvioooo, ”  she almost sings, reaching her hand forward to poke him cheek with her index finger. Her smile is a bright one, a big one, too. His presence made her feel safe enough to get wasted like this and she was having a great time. Who would not find the merchant and a prince like Silvio undeniably attractive? From his undoubtedly crude behavior to his smiles to his arrogance. Oh, the latter was getting her so excited all the time. The way he would bark like a dog, the way he would be such a softie sometimes, the way he would tell her about what he had done when he was sailing across the ocean and deal with pirates and the treasures. Right now, she saw him specifically in this drunken pink filter, which her usual self wouldn’t allow herself to see the world through.  “ Huggable, too! The world spins but you don’t, so fun. Is it magic? Haha, you put a spell on me, how bad, bad boy Silvio~ You don’t need to do that ‘cuz I already have my eyes on you! ” Her gaze seems watery, cloudy even, but she still clearly sees him and him alone. She may not even recognize the other princes but she would recognize Silvio with ease. Her attitude was rather comedic, but, at least, it was genuine. Her jokes continues to (suck) be rather light-hearted without any meaning, trying to elicit a smile from the other. Truly, the fact that she was such a bubbly & energetic drunk was ten times funnier knowing how she was in reality when it was just the two of them.

He was used to this kind of scene. People laughing and drinking, talking about business deals and eating good food. The only thing different about the atmosphere was the woman sitting next to him. Although he'd been in town for investment means and to secretly keep an eye on the Rhodolitian court; a woman had caught his eye, which was saying a lot, and seemed out of place in the palace. His gut was telling him that just maybe this lady wasn't all she said she was. But to be in her position, he doubted she'd clam up about being Belle and that the King was dead. So, he decided to keep her close to gather more details.

Asking her out for a drink was the perfect excuse he could muster without raising any flags. So far, his plan was working. She accepted his proposal with grace but it all felt like a mask. A mask he was definitely going to get her to drop. Drinking was a great way of getting a tight lip to loosen and spill information. He's done it countless times, this time would be no different.

"Ya shouldn't look at me like that."

After a few drinks, she wasn't spilling any useful data he was looking for. But he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying the company. Or, he wouldn't admit to it, per say. The more she drank, the looser she became - common, but he didn't expect her to start getting touchy and feel-ly with him after what he said. And she started saying the most embarrassing things! She definitely had a drink too many and wasn't eating to the amount she drank. He couldn't help but laugh, not entirely believing how easy this was.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I know I'm handsome, ya don't gotta get touchy with me." He smiled, feeling the need to tease her. "Instead of spoutin' nonsense, you should eat somethin' before ya start feelin' sick. Seems like you can't hang and handle the liquor. like you said ya could." For now, he kept his distance but kept an eye on her. It was hard to not give her a hard time when she allowed her guard down like this. Somewhere inside him wondered what she'd do or say next; watching her intently, he tapped at the bar table, a signal to the bartender to fill him another drink because he wasn't even at her level yet. And probably wouldn't ever get. But he at least wanted to feel somewhat of a buzz.

#nenuphae

[nenuphae]

❝ you shouldn't look at me like that. ❞ or ❝ have i been on your mind? ❞

@benitoiteprince ( i picked the first choice c:< )

It’s not hard to notice the pinkish dust to her cheeks and the flowery aura around her which already proves enough that she isn’t particularly sober. If anything, she was far gone & the giggly self of hers was just a part of her intoxicate attitude that was coming out during these times when the alcohol would finally pass the line of her already inhumanly strong tolerance that she built up with years & years. The wine that she drank were strong, all too strong if she were honest. Now that they were back to be alone, her mind was still warm & bubbly as she was staring at the foreign prince with a ‘look’ in her eyes. At his words, she giggled sweetly (so unusual) before answering, trying not to slur the words too much:

“ I can’t help it, yer so handsome, silvioooo, ”  she almost sings, reaching her hand forward to poke him cheek with her index finger. Her smile is a bright one, a big one, too. His presence made her feel safe enough to get wasted like this and she was having a great time. Who would not find the merchant and a prince like Silvio undeniably attractive? From his undoubtedly crude behavior to his smiles to his arrogance. Oh, the latter was getting her so excited all the time. The way he would bark like a dog, the way he would be such a softie sometimes, the way he would tell her about what he had done when he was sailing across the ocean and deal with pirates and the treasures. Right now, she saw him specifically in this drunken pink filter, which her usual self wouldn’t allow herself to see the world through. 

“ Huggable, too! The world spins but you don’t, so fun. Is it magic? Haha, you put a spell on me, how bad, bad boy Silvio~ You don’t need to do that ‘cuz I already have my eyes on you! ” 

Her gaze seems watery, cloudy even, but she still clearly sees him and him alone. She may not even recognize the other princes but she would recognize Silvio with ease. Her attitude was rather comedic, but, at least, it was genuine. Her jokes continues to (suck) be rather light-hearted without any meaning, trying to elicit a smile from the other. Truly, the fact that she was such a bubbly & energetic drunk was ten times funnier knowing how she was in reality when it was just the two of them. 

#haha *twirls my hair*

[feuqueerfire]

Love and Leashes Live Blogging

I've heard it's wholesome and cute despite the subject matter + the femdom piqued my interest, so I'm giving it a watch despite the clip I saw on Twitter with the barking that kinda put me off (just not my thing).

Aug 30

Oh, the Korean title is 모럴센스 since is Moral Sense transcribed in Hangul

Office culture vibes killing me in the first few minutes already rip the sexism and being chill with homophobia

lol the mother talking about how a girl shouldn't confess first because men used to hunt and have the instinct to hunt/dominate. oh ma'am if you only knew what this movie was about

I like how steadfast and stoic Jiwoo is

In English Jung Jihoo (male) and Jung Jiwoo (female) sound similar but the w and h look quite different. In Korean, the spelling is even more similar 지후 and 지우. Jihoo just has that little hat

ngl wasn't expecting the finding a collar and a leash and a kink magazine before the 10 minute mark but this is fun

Yknow what I was expecting this Jihoo guy to be very endearing from the smiley poster of him I saw and so far, he really is

Ooh, I was wondering if she wasn't gonna think he's the dom since he's a man + the magazine had maledom. Seems like she does from this fantasy trance

HER MOTHER SEEING HER OUTSIDE THE KINK STORE i'd pass away right there

Jihoo's so clumsy ahh accidental text but he's so akldjf freaking awkward, the secondhand embarassmenttt

oh my goddd he misunderstood Jiwoo as saying she's also into BDSM and the way he's reacting is embarrassing enough but he just said "tbh, I could sense that from you" and I'm alkdjf why would you sayyy that. omg he just offered himself up :0

noooo Jiwoo's trying to not be overly nice to Jihoo even though she likes him and is also deeply annoyed by their sexist boss (mans is literally being patronizing to ppl like as a man, you should know how to grill and as a woman, you should know how to cut fruits to find a husband) but Jihoo thinks she's muttering about him instead of the terrible boss

nooo him crying because he likes her and thinks she finds him annoying :((( Anyway, I guess he's casually asking her to be his master (in a pure/innocent way lol) because he's so drunk

At the workplace? :0

the umbrella trope instead of showing chivalry/"as a man, I'll provide" displaying "how sincere [Jihoo] is to serve [Jiwoo] as [his] master" is so good. I was anticipating it when I saw the rain outside but klasdfj yay

30 mins

is this video planting the seed for a future conflict where they'll want both a BDSM and romantic relationship

foot kissing !! my love. I loved it in Why R U because it was kind of a submissive move from Fighter despite the fact that they weren't dom/sub but this time it acc is in a BDSM context. it's a fantasy I think but still

omg during their workplace blindfold interaction I was hoping she'd caress his hair but she finally did it here in the fantasy

ohhhh it wasn't just Jiwoo's fantasy but Jihoo's too

He's sooo endearing "Punish me? :D" "Why do you look so excited?" "O.O no not at all, I'm not"

I'm slightly confused about this rule that's like can't terminate contract without other's permission or whatever?? It shouldn't need both people to agree to terminate the contract, one person wanting to back out should be enough

Him tryna reassure her like "No touch. I don't have any naughty desire toward you :)" about sex but her being like hmph -_-

Bro they're gonna have their first scene and I'm so nervous/excited and Jihoo is too, idk how Jiwoo's keeping calm rn lol

Okay, pause before the scene actually because it's 12am and I have to be up at 8:15 tomorrow, so goodnight for now, to be finished tomorrow. Got to 37:15

Aug 31

i know he's gonna bark, do I watch or skip

Okay I muted it and skipped a bit (I know she gave him treats out of his hand), I just really don't like watching dog play stuff

omg terrible ass time, sucks that their first scene went like this

Him wearing the glasses was throwing me off, is this different than the ones she gave him for when he needed her orders?

Anyway watching het stuff is wild because I can just say he and she without specifying lol

Her saying "Does it hurt a lot?" when stepping and him saying "It's killing me" is a lot

I like how she also fantasizes about stepping on him

The scenes of them doing stuff at night in between the splices of them at the office during the day is so short but I still keep skipping the nsfw stuff, I think I can only handle watching a specific amount of live action nsfw stuff on specific days

You don't know how badly I want her to slap his face, that's a scene I def wouldn't skip

I read a spoiler that they get caught in the office and I don't know if it's about to happen now but I'm really nervous about it agh

okay, they didn't get caught

omg after Badhaai Do, this is the second piece of media this month that said "look down" while getting yelled at.

Oof, idk why it's taking me so long to finish this 2h movie but I'm at 1h 10

Sep 1

I'm freaking dead actually for real they're not only handcuffing themselves to each other in public, someone she knows (Hyemi) is spotting them T.T

okay whew bullet dodged For Now, miss girl got distracted

feeding :)

oh yeah, I read something about there being a terrible dom as well

naurrrr everything going wrong because of their handcuffs, I don't wanna watch T.T I hate public humiliation sm

k it was a small commotion, they glossed over it quickly

nooo seeing Hye Mi be like self-defense and clever while defeating the rapist mans but then breaking down in the car afterwards T.T + Saying there'd be no use going to the police and that she didn't actually take compromising pics of him like she said because it'd make her as bad as them

She calls him 정대리님, I was wondering what that ending particle was and google says it's just like "deputy" which I don't quite understand. I guess I'd learn if I watched more office kdramas

Ooh, nice juxtaposition of her cleaning and preparing the ropes while he bakes a treat for their scene

1h 33m O.O I wasn't expecting the face slapping but it did !!!!!

rip the last play ending on a sour ass note

naurrrrrrrrrr not the office finding out ?!?!!?!?!?!?!?! I knew they got caught but somehow to me that meant one supervisor found out and reprimanded them, not the mentee accidentally sending a recording to their whole fucking office gbye

the urge to just stop watching and watch later is so strong but i also wanna just get it over with omg like it's not even real why does fictional public or second-hand embarrassment affect me so much

I'm sat here all torn like okay I'm glad he's confessing his feelings but it's during a disciplinary meeting due to them having a scene at their office ummmm

Them smiling at each other in the elevator, I'll combust

Also, Hye Mi is so fucking beautiful like I didn't say so but wowie wow wowowowwow the most beautiful person in the movie

Jiwoo and Jihoo's biggest kink out of all the ones explored is 100% doing things in public

was not expecting this last minute barking T.T they're freaking cute though

Fun show, Jiwoo and Jihoo were endearing, and it was curious to see BDSM get explored outside of like the fics I've read over the years. They shallowly explored a whole lot of different aspects of the relationship without actually showing much or being titillating, was a rather tame but fun movie and it worked well for me because I don't really like watching NSFW sexy scenes in live-action stuff. Also, Hye Mi was so beautiful.

Some things made me uncomfortable but that was mostly my own issues (except that throwaway line about both people needing to agree to terminate the contract, I didn't like that). Most things I didn't like could be forgiven due to the fact that they gave me a guy getting his face slapped during an nsfw scene.

Rating: 6.5/10

#ep by ep commentary

[dsmutp]

Learning Curve (C!Charlie Slimecicle x Reader)

Teaching Charlie was a delight.

When Quackity had put you up to the job, you hadn’t been too sure about it. Teaching someone how to be human (whatever that entailed) seemed like more than you had signed up for when you had become a resident of Las Nevadas - just imagining long hours of helping someone learn the intricacies of human life made your head ache. But Quackity had insisted, and you really had nothing better to do.

Three months into the job though, and you were quite attached to Charlie.

He was a wonderful student - eager to learn and bright enough that it never took him too long to grasp new concepts (though, as with any student, some things came more naturally than others) - and an even more wonderful friend. It was amazing how a sentient piece of goo (though it was really hard for you to think of him like that anymore) could be more kind and caring than half of the actual people you knew. 

You were pleased to say that Charlie had become quite fond of you as well. Though you were only supposed to spend six hours a day with him, oftentimes you wound up just spending your days together, wandering around the unfinished Las Nevadas after you had completed his schooling for the day, talking about whatever crossed your minds. Charlie was always eager to hear stories from your day to day life, and the amount of history he had seen just from being around for that many years never failed to make you gaze at him with wonder. 

It wouldn’t have been a stretch to say that he had become your best friend.

You certainly liked him enough - that goofy smile never failed to brighten your mood, even on the worst days, and though the slight fluidity of his skin had been off putting at first, through the amount of daps you shared, you had gotten used to it - come to enjoy it even, something that was uniquely Charlie.

For all his wonderful attributes though, there were still some times that you got a little exasperated with him. 

“Nope.” You sighed, watching as his arm bent the wrong way again. “You can’t just bend the joint that way, Charlie, that’s not how bones work.”

“But you said to hit the lever behind me..?” Charlie asked, righting his arm again. 

“Right, but with humans, remember, the joints don’t bend all the way around because of the bones.” You reminded him. “Just because your body can bend that way, doesn’t mean mine can.”

Charlie nodded slowly, but the confused look was still hovering in his eyes. 

“Do you want to go over joints and movement again?” You asked. 

Charlie smiled sheepishly. “Yes please.”

You stepped forward, extending your arms. You had done this exercise a few times before, just to help Charlie learn which body parts worked together and which joints moved in which directions. It was easy for him to forget though - his body didn’t really have limits to movement, being slime - and he had a bad habit of just throwing human joint movements away in exchange for what was the most easy at the time. 

Charlie placed his hands on your elbows, and you bent your arms, letting him feel how the joints moved and worked. “See? One way.”

“Right.” Charlie said, nodding now. His hands moved to your shoulders. “But these ones go all the way around?”

You rolled your shoulders, moving the ball joint in a circle. “Correct.”

His hands wandered down to your wrists. “Same as these?”

You rolled your wrists, nodding. 

From there, Charlie’s hands found your hips. “But these ones only go forward and backward.”

“For walking.” You said, nodding. “They can go out, a little - nothing too far though.” 

Charlie nodded, his eyes wandering over your body innocently. The first few times you had done this with him, you had been a little uncomfortable - it was strange, to be treated like a scientific model, slightly slimy hands running up and down your skin, asking what each of your joints and muscles did. But over time, you had gotten used to it - Charlie was only curious to learn, after all, and you were more than willing to help.

A hand over your crotch startled you, and you broke out of your train of thought, raising an eyebrow at Charlie. He only blinked at you though, saying, “You never said what this part’s for.”

You closed your eyes, steeling yourself. You had known this day would come, eventually - sex was a large part of human life, after all. You didn’t really want to be having ‘the talk’ with a sentient piece of goo that you had come to know and love, but you supposed it had had to come at some point. 

“It’s for sex, Charlie.”

Charlie’s eyebrows shot up. “You have a stripper pole on you?”

The comment was so out of place that you couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “What?”

“A stripper pole.” Charlie repeated. “Like the one in the casino? Quackity said it was for sex-”

“No, no.” You said, cutting him off, still laughing. “Sex organs Charles, for the actual act. They’re part of basic human anatomy - everyone’s got some.”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed as he nodded, and movement under his pants caught your eye - the fabric shifted and pulled until it filled out a little more - like his very skin was reshaping itself to include what you had just told him. 

It was then that you realized that Charlie might be the answer to every sexual fantasy you had ever had. 

---

It didn’t take much convincing to get Charlie into bed with you.

You had always known that he had had something of a puppy dog crush on you - just from the way that he hung on your every word, even when you weren’t teaching, and followed you around like a little duckling. You had stopped yourself from doing anything about it though, telling yourself that it would be wrong, that he was your student - but those sentiments had faded the more time you had spent together outside of the teaching. 

They were completely gone now, as you tossed Charlie’s pants over the side of the bed. Though you were both naked as the day you were born, he was perfectly comfortable, sprawled out on the pillows like he owned the place. 

“So, again,” He started. “You want me to put my dick inside you? But not detach it? And thats sex?”

“The basics of it.” You said. “Simple stuff, really. You tell me if you don’t like it though - I don’t know exactly how it’ll feel for you.”

Charlie nodded, arranging his arms underneath his head with a smile. “I am ready to sex.”

You laughed as you straddled his hips, gently wrapping a hand around his cock and aligning it with your hole, just pressing his tip against your entrance. “Promise you’ll tell me to stop if it feels bad, okay? Just because I wanted to try this doesn’t mean you have to suck it up for me.”

“Promise.” Charlie assured you. “I won’t pretend to like it just because you do- hhh.”

You sank down on his cock, reveling at the feeling - there was almost no stretch as he entered you, the slime of his body simply moving like a liquid, filling out your insides completely without having the painful stretch around your entrance. Every nerve ending in you lit up at the contact - the slime filled every space without pushing too far - Charlie’s cock had molded to you completely, hitting all your spots without even trying.

“Wow.” You breathed, placing the palms of your hands on Charlie’s chest. “This is- wow. How’re you feeling Charlie?”

Underneath you, Charlie was in a daze, eyes glazed over as he stared at some point past your shoulder. His mouth moved, but only a long string of syllables came out - more like a moan than any real words.

“Descriptors, love.” You prompted, shifting to place your hands on either side of his face. 

Charlie let out a breathy whimper, his hands finding purchase on your hips, squeezing the skin there. “Good.” He said. “Very very good, uh, sort of tingly? And warm? I-I don’t really know words for it…”

You smiled, caressing his hair. “Good.” You said. It was good to know that it felt pleasurable for him - you weren’t quite sure how slime anatomy worked, and if human sex was something that he would enjoy, but now that you knew it felt as good for him as it did for you, you had no intention of holding back.

You began to rock, slowly, rolling your hips over Charlie’s and letting his cock begin to rub against your walls. Charlie’s fingers dug into your hips more as his breathing canted upwards, instinct taking over as he bucked up into you a few times. You welcomed the movement, using the momentum to fuck yourself down on him harder, savoring the feeling of him running over your nerves, lighting you up from the inside. 

Charlie let out another whimper, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, still keeping your hands framed gently around his face. Charlie kissed back eagerly, releasing his little whimpers and moans into your mouth now, the hands at your hips moving up to your lower back, holding on for dear life.

“You’re doing so well.” You cooed, feeling that familiar coil begin to tighten in your gut. “You’re a natural, Charlie.”

“Really?” Charlie said, a grin overtaking his features. His slimy complexion really didn’t allow for a blush, but you could see the flushed pride just in his expression.

“Really.” You gasped out as a particularly good thrust made your head spin. Your hands fell from Charlie’s face as you instead buried your face into the crook of his neck with a groan, rolling your hips down with more intensity now, chasing your orgasm. Without the painful stretch in the beginning, you were reaching it so much more quickly now - though it probably also helped that Charlie’s cock had become a perfect fill for your insides too - leaving no nerve ending spared.

“Mmmm.” Charlie tipped his head back as he moaned, lips pressing together into a thin line. “It feels different now.” He said, voice shaky. “Bigger, I think?” He tried. 

“That’s supposed to happen.” You said, speeding up your thrusts, for both your sake and Charlie’s. You were getting to the brink of orgasm now, the pleasure making it’s way all the way down your legs and to your toes. It was only a moment more before you were shaking with it, the rolling of your hips slowing as you rode out your high. 

Charlie groaned underneath you, tipping his head back into the pillows as the slime inside you rippled, the sensation making you moan at the strangeness of it. You hadn’t really known what his orgasm was going to look (or feel) like, but you hadn’t been expecting that. 

For a moment, you just laid there, head still tucked under Charlie’s jaw as you both caught your breath, just feeling him breathe.

“That was pretty fun.” Charlie said. “It felt weird, but good weird.”

You sat up, rolling off him to sprawl out on the rest of the bed, his cock sliding out as easily as it had gone in. “Glad you liked it.” You said, letting yourself stretch out into a boneless heap. “For your first time ever, you were really good, Charlie.”

Charlie beamed at the praise, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You were definitely going to be doing that again.

#charlie slimecicle smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #dream smp smut #dream smp x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #slimecicle smut #dsmp smut

[quillyfied]

I continue to be fascinated by Israel “Izzy” Hands, just as a character and also as a commentary on the brand of machismo and toxic masculinity that OFMD challenges as often as possible. Got long, oops.

Take the moment in episode 4 where he first angrily flips Ed the double bird and resigns. This comes after he has a moment of emotional vulnerability, expressing to Ed all Izzy’s done for him as first mate and hinting at how Izzy feels overworked and used, doing biddings he doesn’t understand and trying desperately to save Blackbeard’s reputation even as he watches Ed swan around in lace and frills being silly and Not Professional. If you’re me, you feel for Izzy when after that baring of soul Ed just responds with “he’s Blackbeard. I’m Stede”, not giving up the game to match Izzy’s seriousness or emotional openness in the moment and fairly trampling all over Izzy’s feelings. This feels significant in the sense that Izzy doesn’t DO feelings, he doesn’t DO emotional or vulnerable or gentle, so the one time he does, it’s immediately met with what he perceives as scorn—which is a pretty common thing that happens to men who try to express some vulnerability to another man, at least in fiction and probably in reality too but I’m not a man so I can’t offer confirmation on that. That stings. It sucks. It isn’t really made better when it turns out Ed’s seemingly erratic behavior is actually the result of a legendarily sharp mind ten steps ahead of Izzy and everyone else; sure, it secures Izzy’s loyalty for at least one more day, but it doesn’t address the root of the issue: Izzy feels betrayed and used at the whims of a boss he can see losing his touch and is working overtime to try and cover for, and that boss doesn’t even care about what Izzy is doing and sacrificing and bending over backwards for. That’s fine. Emotional vulnerability and reciprocation isn’t a pirate’s life anyway.

Alright, now let’s look at what that image of Blackbeard is that Izzy devotes himself to: smart, yeah, but bloodthirsty and ruthless and always working on the next angle, the next raid, the next pillaging. Assertive, powerful, radiating violence and not bogged down with frills and fluff, physical and emotional. A pirate’s pirate. A man’s man. The kind of man who can survive the world of abuse and struggle that a life at sea guarantees as much as it does freedom and danger. A pirate whose reputation precedes him so thoroughly, just the mention of his name brings a room of toughs to a standstill, makes ships surrender before boarding even begins. We know Ed is bored to tears with it all. But Izzy thrives on it, is proud to be second in command to the legend, enjoys the status from being the top dog’s right hand. And his left, too, given Izzy’s willingness to do Ed’s dirty work if it means he starts acting like Blackbeard again. We don’t know anything about Izzy’s life before Blackbeard but if it was anything like Ed’s own, or any of the other seasoned pirates in the show, we can safely bet it was being the one who got trampled and beaten before clawing his way to doing the trampling and beating. That’s what security is, in the pirate world and more importantly in Izzy’s world: being the biggest meanest man on board so nobody messes with you.

Which is why it’s both a delight and something of a tragedy to watch Izzy interact with this fairytale princess of a boat dynamic on the Revenge: he’s seeing for the first time an environment where abuse isn’t the language spoken between captain and crew, where violence isn’t the answer to every problem, where allowing softness is turning the fierce dread scourge of the sea Blackbeard into gentle openly emotional Ed. And that’s terrifying to Izzy Hands. One, because he doesn’t know where he fits in a world where he barks and the lesser crew members not only aren’t afraid, but openly mock him; two, because the security he felt in being second hand to the top dog is slipping away the more that top dog turns tame. The crew isn’t afraid to bite back when Izzy tries to manipulate them (see Lucius not only openly defying his orders because Izzy isn’t his captain, not ONLY defanging Izzy’s blackmail attempts by revealing the whole crew already knows this secret that would have gotten Lucius in some very dangerous hot water on any other ship, but IN FACT finding some dirt on Izzy in return and using it against him—something Izzy can respect, but not something Izzy knows how to combat without greater leverage, because just submitting to or letting go of the embarrassment of being “Izzy the Spewer” is an affront to his pride and professionalism and not something he’s emotionally prepared to do and so the blackmail sticks).

Izzy gets his wish, in the end; he finally snaps Ed out of his emotional vulnerability, rolls him back into the Blackbeard persona and reverses the behavior that was scaring Izzy so badly. What I want to watch is Izzy realizing that he’s in over his head, that the Kraken he’s unleashed was hidden for a reason and that in the face of raw power and violence, there are no guarantees, not even years of loyal service, not even being useful, and that the moment of emotional honesty he tried to have in episode 4 will go over even worse with the Kraken than it did with Ed. There’s a whole other post that could be made about the Kraken being Ed’s shield against emotional hurt (using that shield to kill his dad and protect his mother, using it to subjugate his crew and abuse Stede’s, hiding behind it to stop showing how much Stede leaving hurts), but what it does for and to Izzy remains to be seen. Izzy threatened Ed; the Kraken cut off a toe and made Izzy eat it. Izzy wears his missing digit with pride, but, I wonder, for how long? What misstep or perceived misstep will Izzy make that brings the fury down on his head and show him yet again that trust is a mistake and the only true security against someone in power over you is to remove the threat? Because that’s the world and language Izzy understands, and that’s the world he’s reintroduced in Blackbeard.

(What I’d like to see is Izzy going on his own journey addressing this cycle of violent and toxic masculinity and coming to his own understanding about it—because we see him frantically trying to backpedal and use this language he doesn’t really understand as the crew is about to throw him overboard for being what by all accounts Izzy would consider a normal pirate captain, if with a bit more smugness due to getting rid of Stede. He CAN get it. He just isn’t really there yet. And I’m curious if he’s going to get there. Would be a fair character arc if he didn’t, if he remained a stubborn victim of the violent patriarchy he attempts to uphold as a sad sort of morality tale about the unsustainable but cyclical nature of such a system, but I’m hoping for better for him. He’s interesting.)

#our flag means death #Izzy hands tried emotional vulnerability exactly once. it did not go well #hence his behavior the rest of the show #i think that’s the pitch I’m getting at here #could have been two sentences but here’s several paragraphs anyway

[erodasfishtacos]

Hiii bestie!!! Could you write about y/n being in danger and gang Harry gets all worried and scared (of course) and saves her. (I love your stories so much)

warning: violence, blood, guns

Harry was waiting for YN at home after she was going to the store to buy tampons (he offered to go but he normally bought the wrong kind).

He’s watching a game of football as he also continuously glances at the clock - keeping time of how long she’s been gone.

After twenty-five minutes, he gets a bit impatient, he wanted to start their movie night (sue him sometimes he liked cute romantic shit).

When he rings her mobile, it picks up after the first ring, and what he hears next sends a straight chill down his spine.

“We were waiting for you to call, Diablo,” A gruff, smokey voice rasps through the speaker of his wife’s phone.

His heart fucking drops but anger takes over in mere seconds as he’s off the couch and storming to their secret weapons room through a hidden passageway.

“What the fuck do y’cunts want?” Harry hisses furiously, unsure of who exactly this voice belongs to on the other end.

He hears a whimper in the background. He’d know that sound anywhere - usually he heard it when she was underneath him but right now it sounded pained and scared.

“If you fuckin’ hurt - I guarantee you that your whole family will be dead by tomorrow,” Harry promises, pushing down the panic as he grabs a duffel to begin shoving a shotgun and assault rifle in.

His desert eagle was tucked in his waistband already - were it always sat.

On his burner phone, he manages to text and send out the GPS location of where his wife is at - idiots most likely don’t know that he has a tracker on her phone.

There was also a GPS tracker embedded in the ‘H’ necklace she always wore right behind the three small diamonds so no one would ever be able to spot it.

“Business. We know you have a shipment going into the South Bay at midnight. Rumor has it you have 6 million pounds of coke on their,” The man replies.

Bingo.

Harry automatically realizes that this dude is a fucking idiot and fell for a diversion tactic - that shipment was being delivered on the other side of the city at three in the morning.

He didn’t get to be the most dangerous, successful gang leader without his own skills and manipulation of his own.

Harry always had to try to pick off the rats and snitches in his gang because people like to squeal for money and drugs.

Every opportunity he got, he told a couple of his rookie members fake information to see if they’d betray him.

It looks like someone was given fake information that Harry had fed two newer members earlier in the week.

“Why the fuck would y’idiots just sneak attack? Why the fuck d’you have my wife?” Harry snarls, getting a influx of text from his associates stating they’re on their way.

“We were actually going to be nice, just hold her until you agree - not hurt her, you know? But your little bitch managed to kill two of my men before we could wrangle her.”

Thatta girl.

God, he really fucking loved his wife and had no fear of putting his on life on the line to protect her - would take a bullet for her any day.

“I can’t wait t’find you and torture you until you’re begging for me to just put you out of your misery,” Harry promises, his heart pounding, vein protruding from his forehead.

“You really shouldn’t threaten me when I have this pretty little number of yours tied up to a chair with a gun to her head,” The man laughs with amusement, “I’ll have you talk to her now.”

Harry hears the man bark at YN, “Speak bitch!”

“He-hello?” YN whimpers pathetically, “Baby, I need help.”

And it sounds wrong - but relief flushes through him at the sound of her pleas. It was completely an act because it’s not truly how she sounds when she’s scared.

“Brat, y’faking it right now right?” Harry makes sure, getting onto the interstate - uncaring of stop signs and red lights.

“Yes. Yes, come get me. Yes, baby,” YN continues and god, she could win an Oscar for her performance and it really shouldn’t get him hard right now.

-

When he pulls up to a brick building that looks abandoned, his men are already shooting with visible bodies collapsed on the floor.

Harry yanks his favorite assault rifle out of his trunk, tugging the strap over his head, and positioning it as he strides forward.

“Boss, we haven’t cleared it completely. You can’t go in yet,” Niall informs him as he reload quickly, breathing heavy.

“I don’t fuckin’ care. My wife’s in there,” Harry snaps, quickly taking out the last two visible men before he is able to step through the door.

He is about to turn a corner and a man steps out from behind it - Harry doesn’t hesitate to lay his heavily-clad ringed knuckles straight into his face knocking him down before landing one fatal shot.

When he steps into a bare, musky old basement - his beautiful wife is tied to a chair, ropes keeping her arms tied behind her, and a cloth in her mouth.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” The rival states, standing behind his wife with a gun running along her skin.

She’s still in her holey tee shirt and biker shorts with white sneakers that were blood sodden like her clothing.

Harry illuminates pure fury when his gaze meets her - but her eyes are twinkling like she knows something he doesn’t.

He noticed that there was a high concentration of blood near her left side and that the fabric was torn - he had cut her and she was bleeding.

But she spits out the rag, rasping out to her husband in a teasing tone, “Took you long enough, dickhead,” before she’s slipping her hands from the restraints that she had gotten out of in mere minutes.

Her hand goes right for the man’s crotch - taking him by complete surprise, he hunches over and YN is able to get off the chair and knee him straight in the nose.

“S’your turn now,” YN replies, “I need to bandage this to stop the bleeding - it’s just superficial.”

Harry doesn’t remember much from that point on beside the fact that he pulled that man’s teeth out one by one and just as he had told him - by the time Harry was done with him he’d being begging for death.

And boy did he beg for Harry to just end it because Harry’s torture methods was worse than being dead to the world.

After he’s done, he nods at his men to clean up the mess, and finds his wife instantly, intertwining their hands and assuring her, “I’ll stick y’up when we get home.”

-

YN’s sat on their bathroom countertop in nothing but a clean pair of underwear after Harry had gently bathed her dirt and blood away.

She had quieted, the confidence and adrenaline having faded off, and she lets out a loud whimper when he begins to thread the needle through her tender, swollen skin.

“M’sorry, my queen,” Harry apologizes sympathetically as he threads through to close up the wound.

“Hurts,” His wife hisses with a crack in her voice, hands resting on his bare shoulders as he concentrates on her side.

“It’s done, did s’good baby,” He murmurs encouragingly, disposing of the items before cupping her jaw, “How are y’feelin’?”

“I’m fine,” She replies instantly, swallowing and avoiding his gaze.

“You’re not okay and that’s okay,” Harry reminds her, chest hurting when tears start to dribble down her cheeks.

“I was scared,” She whispers, “And all I wanted was you.”

“Baby, baby fuckin’ look at me,” Harry urges, tilting her chin up and hands coming to massage at her thighs, “M’sorry I wasn’t there right away, I fucking would die for you.”

It was amazing how much YN changed Harry.

-

Jaymee was a really sweet girl, bright puppy dog eyes and a wide smile with cherub cheeks, “That was amazing,” she had giggles after Harry rolls off of her.

“Get the fuck out now,” He dismisses, swinging his legs off the bed and pulling on his briefs.

Her face drops, “But…we just? I thought tha-“

Harry cuts her off there, crushing the cute girl’s dreams when he scoffs, “Y’thought what? I didn’t want anything from you but your cunt. I don’t cuddle or give a single fuck - so get the fuck out.”

-

“You’re my soulmate, fuckin’ crazy with how gone I am for you,” Harry follows the sentence but a line of kisses across her breasts and collarbones.

“Please, need it,” YN requests lowly, hand coming to tangle into his curls and lead him to her breast to suck at her hard nipple.

“Y’side, brat,” Harry reminds her, “Let just lay y’out, make y’come, and then we can cuddle, okay?”

And he does, spread her out on their bed, licks deep into her until she’s quivering with pleasure, and then tucks her right into his chest and he soothes her to sleep.

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