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strangersteddierthings · 2 months

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"What's wrong?" Robin asks, bumping her arm against his as she joins him leaning against the counter, staring out the front door of Family Video.

Steve doesn't bother to lie. Robin would know, she always does. "I'm not sure wrong is the right word, but it's, it's something."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah," he says, taking a quick glance around. It's just after 11pm on Saturday. They've got another hour of work before they can officially close, but Hawkins closes down at 9. The store is empty currently, and since they're facing the door, they'll know if someone comes in. "I just don't know- I don't-"

"Gather your words. Speak when you're ready. I'm not going anywhere," Robin says, and it speaks volumes that she didn't call him dingus. Steve's never upset by the nickname, not really, but sometimes, when the conversation is heavy, he can't deal with nicknames. Especially not ones that are meant teasingly now but started as an insult.

"I feel- I feel ungrateful and, like, selfish, because I'm... I'm not happy with Eddie," Steve says, then immediately frowns because that's not right. It's not wrong, either, but it's. "I'm not unhappy with Eddie. I love him. I love him so much, Robin."

"I know you do. It's disgusting."

"And I got into this relationship knowing what Eddie's like. I love him 'cause of those things, not in spite of-"

"You don't have to convince me you love him."

"Right. Right. It's just. It's like, I thought, I don't know, that I wouldn't have to always be the guy?" Steve says, and it's followed by such a long pause that he looks over. It startles a laugh out of him at how much Robin looks like him right now. Confused, brow furrowed and mouth slightly open. That's his perplexed expression, and it's mirrored on Robin's face now.

Well. Not now because he laughed so she's glaring at him.

"Sorry. It was like looking into a mirror for a moment there."

She wrinkles her nose at him and says, "What do you mean 'always be the guy'?"

He lets out a sigh. "I just mean- Eddie's the first guy I've ever dated. And there was, like, unwritten rules when dating girls. Don't give me that face, I already know the rant about straights and their het-ro-norman-whatever-"

"Heteronormativity."

"Yes, that. I know it's bad, working on unlearning it, etcetera, etcetera. Can I just get through this using the words I do have?"

"Yes. Sorry."

He waves off her apology and continues, "So, the unwritten but absolute rules of straight dating. The guy asks. The guy plans the date. He pays, if it's something that requires money. He gets the door, offers his jacket if it's cold, gives the flowers and chocolates on Valentines Day and- sorry. The guy does all that. I do all that. And I just. I want to not, not have to?"

Robin's eyes soften and she gives a sad smile. "Eddie doesn't do those things?"

Steve frowns. "Not- he's done some of those things but it's not... It's never been romantic. Never felt... intentionally romantic. Which is why I feel so ungrateful and selfish. 'Cause Eddie's not a romantic. Not like I am. And I shouldn't expect him to be!"

She frowns. "But you don't expect him to be."

"I mean, yeah. I don't. Which just makes this worse, right? Because Eddie tries. In his own way. And I'm still..."

"What does Eddie do to try?"

"He loans me jackets when I'm cold. And it's- it's like a throwback to the upside down. He'll fold it all nice and then throw it at me full force. Like with the battle vest," Steve smiles at the memory, despite his sour mood.

"That doesn't sound very romantic. That sounds like an inside joke. He could do that same thing while not dating you and it wouldn't be weird."

"Can't an inside joke be romantic?"

Robin nods as she turns, back to the counter so she can hop up on it. "Can be. And I guess if you find get pelted in the face by jackets romantic, that's your kink."

"Why do I talk to you?" Steve groans, and Robin shrugs. "Anyway, I guess I just... I want to be the one taken care of, sometimes, but not just when- God, I'm so selfish, aren't I?" He paces away from the counter, running a hand through his hair.

Eddie's a good boyfriend. He listens when Steve rambles about sports and stats, asking questions and actually engages in conversation. He takes care of Steve when a migraine leaves him all but useless; gets him his meds and water and combs his fingers through Steve's hair softly until it lulls Steve to sleep. Eddie pays attention enough to know the little things about Steve that he doesn't say out loud.

"Not just when?" Robin prompts, and Steve realizes he quit talking.

"Not just when I'm hurt. I want doors held for me, and for him to plan a romantic night, either out or in! And I- I want him to give me his jacket by wrapping it around my shoulders like I do for him."

"I'm going to say something, and you aren't allowed to be upset by it."

Steve nods.

"You have to tell him. Eddie's not gonna know you want these things unless you say so."

He nods again, because he knows that. He does. It's just... "I got with him knowing he wasn't a romantic person. I don't want- I don't know how to say it without making it sound like I want him to change. Or make him feel like he's not enough, or that he's a bad boyfriend for not having done this and-"

"Steve! Jesus, now who's the mirror? It's Eddie. He loves you. He'll listen. Even as you fumble your way through an explanation. A conversation is not the make or break of this relationship."

Steve swallows even though it feels like there's stones piling up in his stomach. A single conversation broke his last relationship, but Eddie's not Nancy.

"Yeah. You're right. I think I'm just... I'm afraid of making Eddie feel that same way Nancy made me feel, when she called us bullshit. I was blinded-sided by it all and I don't, I can't do that to Eddie."

"You won't. 'Cause this situation is different. You love Eddie, and Eddie loves you, and that's real and true. I think it would hurt Eddie more to think there's this whole other category of shit he could be doing for you, but isn't, 'cause he doesn't even know you'd like it, much less want it."

Steve nods as she speaks. It's all true, and he feels less like there are stones in his stomach. "Thanks, Bobbin. I don't- I might give it a few days before I talk to Eddie about it, but I will."

"You better, dingus," she hopes off the counter and looks at the clock, groaning when she sees it's still not midnight. "Think Keith will kill us if we close early?"

"No way. He'd have to cover all our shifts until he can hire replacements. We're too valuable to him to die."

@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @skepsiss @afewproblems

#steddie #platonic stobin #my fic #dialogue heavy #steve wants to be woo'd #steve harrington #robin buckley

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 2 months

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Adam and lute headcanons ☆

adam x lute x black!angel reader

Summary: Adam and lute have taken a liking towards you, and they can't take their eyes off of you, and they both want you to themselves.

● Adam was attracted to you the minute you ended up in heaven. You were so gorgeous and had a pure heart even if people didn't deserve it. He favors you a lot, and I think a lot of people notice even lute.

● Adam had a huge ego, and he's self-centered, so of course, he tries anything in his power to sabotage anyone who tries to get close to you or he sees as a threat.

● He finds you wings very pretty and the way you fly so effortlessly elegant which he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

● Adam tries to get lute to like you, but she didn't she was very intimated by you and jealous how you and Adam have gotten close, leaving her left behind, which angers her.

● Adam flirts with you, a bit touchy with you, Adam finds it cute how flustered you get when he flirts with you he finds it so hot, typical adam.

● Lute would glare at you or have an attitude with you, but she dials It down so Adam doesn't get pissed. Lute doesn't really like or care for you, but she tolerates you because of adam. She rivaled her sisters, even vaggie over adam, until she had him for herself until you came along.

● Lute hated how the things she did for adam did it for him, like anything she did, you're doing it for him. Adam sees the hostility lute had been given to you, so he confronts her.

"What the fuck is your problem, lute?" Adam asked lute as she glares in anger.

"Nothing, sir," she says, deflecting.

"Really,because it seems like you're jealous and acting weird towards y/n," adam says, making lute blood boil by the sound of her name.

● "I'm not jealous of her, sir." Lute lies knowing has been jealous of y/n since the moment she saw you and Adam gotten closer.

"Yes, you are, you're jealous," adam laughs and teases her, making her roll her eyes.

"Cmon, at least try to like her for me." Adam pleads with her giving her those puppy dog eyes.

Lute rolls her eyes. She doesn't want to get along with you, but for Adam's sake, she does listens.

"Fine" lute huffs as she walks away from adam.

" Fucking yes, bitch!!" Adam smiles shouting as he leaved going to find y/n.

Lute had been following you around because Adam told her to while he's off doing whatever and keep you safe. Lute has been around you for a little while, and she thinks you're ok. She thought you would be worse than she expected, but it's not the case.

● You like to see the best in people, lute thought you were way too kind, which isn't bad, but she didn't want to see you take advantage. Lute tried so hard to dislike you, but you were hard since you were so perfect. She sees why Adam likes you.

Lute pretends to be rude to you to hide her feelings for you and her heart beating whenever you are around. Adam smirks at the way lute is around you, his two favorite girls getting along with each other it was so hot, gave him a boner.

● Adam and lute are psychopaths wanting to see hell crash and burn and rule heaven with each other.

● Lute will not hesitate to kill anyone who disrespects you or tries to harm you. She doesn't want any of the disgusting creatures from hell corrupting your purity. Lute has no problems killing or going to hell, just for you to stay in heaven where you're safe and protected.

● Adam doesn't want to kill anyone even though he really wants to, but he's doesn't want to be in hell with those losers, so he's just aggressive verbally.

● Lute finds joy torturing others but not in front of you because the last time she killed someone in front of you, you cried and were afraid of her, but she reassured you she would never hurt you.

● Adam is very obvious about his feelings with you and lute, and he wants to be in a relationship with you both. But since you love and fell for the both of them, you ended up being in a relationship with them.

● Adam and lute get jealous easily, seeing you with someone that isn't them. They have no problem threatening or having a "friendly" chat with the person to back the fuck off.

● Lute is very stubborn when you try to do something for her. She brushes off and says she's fine because she doesn't want you to worry about her and take care of you.

● Adam may be an asshole to everyone but he genuinely cares about you ever since he lost two women in his life to lucifer he doesn't want to lose you against lucifer, but you promise it won't happen because you love him and lute.

● Lute kisses you with a lot of passion and love. She wants to make you feel good and special. She just can't get enough of you.

● you get flustered anytime, adam and Lute flirts with you. Lute can get rough with you in bed, but she can be sweet and gentle with you.

● Lute love giving you cheek kisses, snuggling, she tries not giving you affection out in the open but sometimes she can't help it.

● Lute loves when you tug on her hair when she eats you out it makes her go crazy.

● Adam has a size kink. He's really tall and loves to tower over you, makes him feel powerful. he finds it hot the way you and lute kiss and make out, and he joins in pleasing both of his favorite girls.

● he has tried every sex position, but he mostly loves missionary and doggystyle.

● Lute loves fingering and eating you she finds it attractive the way you moan and gaspbin pleasure you look so innocent.

● Adam is awesome at giving head but his dick is amazing, I mean he is the "dickmaster" eve and Lilith were missing out.

● Adam and lute both have a virginity kink and were both happy to take your virginity. Adam also has a breeding kink he wants to fill you up with is cum and have a baby with you.

● Adam and lute take care of you after sex making you feel loved and safe. Adam and lute don't want to let you go. They'll do whatever it takes to have to themselves even I it put them in danger they both were madly in love with you.

#hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #adam hazbin hotel #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #black!reader #black!fem!reader #Spotify #hazbin hotel x black!reader

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heli-writes · 6 months

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Seven summers, part 3.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Series Masterlist

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Dearest y/n,

School's incredibly boring. The only fun thing going on is that tournament. I do love seeing Harry Potter struggle. He totally deserves to have to fight that dragon. He's cheated his way into this tournament anyway. Not that I'd like to join. No prize money and fame in the world is worth fighting a real-life dragon for.

Blaise is seeing that girl he went to the Yule Ball with. It's disgusting, really. They're always standing in the hallway making googly eyes at one another. Also, before you say it, I'm not jealous because they get to see each other and we don't. Plus, they're nothing like us. They haven't even kissed. They're probably like your archnemesis, that Becky girl. If they don't see each other over the summer holiday, they probably lose interest and break up before the new school year starts, too. Meanwhile, we rarely see each other and we're together just fine.

Talking about it, would it be possible for you to send me a picture? It's not like I have the desperate wish to look at you every day but the others don't believe me about having a girlfriend. They think I invented you because I don't want to come in second to Blaise. It's really ridiculous but it would probably shut them up.

In all honesty, though, I can't wait until summer comes along. Not seeing you has been a lot harder since Christmas. Summer just can't come fast enough.

Love, Draco

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Fifth summer, July.

Y/n can't wait to see Draco again. It's the first week of the summer holidays and the weather is fantastic. A few weeks ago, Draco and she agreed that y/n would come to visit him at his family's home. Y/n was a bit reluctant to agree because she feared that her little muggle secret would be blown if she stayed with a wizard's family. Luckily for her, Draco canceled just before school was over with little explanation why she couldn't come over anymore. Instead, Draco proposed to spend a weekend in Salisbury, a town a bit away from his parent's house. He promised to take care of accommodation since he had to cancel last minute.

Y/n probably should have a bad feeling about this. She lied to her parents and said she is visiting her school friend Olivia whose parents have a vacation home in Wiltshire. Y/n's parents know Olivia and her parents well since the two girls often spend time studying together for big tests, so they don't question the whole thing. All in all, y/n has always been a girl who followed the rules and never gave her parents a reason to mistrust her. Y/n tells herself that it's fine. She trusts Draco and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her or get her into trouble. It seems as if he himself is afraid to get into trouble with his father and therefore is careful about what he does or doesn't do. Plus, if the whole thing turns out to be a disaster, she just takes a train home.

Y/n takes a deep breath while she stands on the platform and waits for the train. There's a heavy feeling in her stomach that she can't shake off the entire way to Salisbury. When she gets off the train, she looks around unsettled. What if he didn't come? What if he had to cancel again last minute? Worried thoughts race through her head and she can barely register what she sees around herself. Suddenly, a hand grips her arm softly. "... y/n? Are you deaf?", a familiar voice says. Y/n is ripped out of her spiral and looks up to where Draco stands. "I've been calling you all the way from over there.", he tells her. Y/n takes a shaky, relieved breath before answering: "Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't notice you." Draco gives her a soft smile, the kind of smile she's been missing since Christmas. "It's alright. I'm just glad you came. For a moment, I thought you didn't step out of the train.", he says as he pulls her into his arms. Y/n hugs him back and relief overtakes her. "I also thought you maybe didn't come.", she confesses. Draco leans his cheek against her hair. "Why that? I promised you I'd come. Actually, I'm really glad to get away from everything for a while.", he tells her. Y/n breaks the hug apart. "Oh? Did something happen? Is that why you needed to cancel meeting at your place?", she asks him. Draco shifts his weight uncomfortably. "Yeah, haven't you read it in the paper? There was an accident at the tournament.", he replies. "Oh.", is all that y/n manages to say. Somehow, she doesn't like the way he said 'accident'. Y/n shakes it off and gives his arm a pat. "Hey, it's summer! And we have a whole weekend to do whatever we want. Let's not dwell on dark things!", she tries to cheer him up. Draco gives her another smile and nods.

"Right, let's go! I'd say we get you settled first and then we plan our weekend over a good lunch.", he says and takes y/n's luggage. "Yeah, so where are we staying?", y/n asks him. "A family friend has an inn in town. We booked a room.", he tells her. "We? As in your parents and you?", y/n asks surprised. Somehow she finds it hard to believe that Draco's parents would allow him to go on a weekend trip with a girl they barely know. "Yes, though I didn't specify which friend I'm taking. My parents have been so busy the past few weeks, they didn't bother to ask.", he points out with a mischievous grin. Y/n giggles. Seems like Draco is not afraid to get a little bit in trouble. "Are your parents ok with this?", he asks her, and y/n proceeds to tell him about Olivia. "I don't think my parents would approve of me staying alone with a boy at an inn.", she ponders. "Well, we have two separate beds. There was no way I could've found a believable reason why I need a double bed with a friend.", Draco points out. Y/n has to laugh. "Oh, but you thought about it?", she asks him cheekily. Draco's ears turn a bit red.

When they stand in front of the 'inn', y/n asks herself if Draco was joking earlier and if this trip was really a good idea. They're standing in front of a rundown, seemingly deserted, house. "If there are ghosts, I'm not stepping inside of this place.", y/n tells Draco. Draco only nudges her and says: "Have a little faith, it's a great place.". He knocks on the door and loudly says "Clabbert". With an abrupt swing, the door opens and a small, very gloomy-looking old man opens the door. He musters the two of them up and down, seemingly disapproving. Y/n shudders. The man has long, unkempt hair and clothes that look like from three centuries ago. If she met this guy on the train, she'd definitely switch compartments. "Malfoy?", he asks in a grumbling voice. "Yes, my mother sent you an owl a few days ago.", Draco tells him. "Hm. And her? She smells like a muggle.", the man asks and gives y/n a mean glance. Y/n wonders what a muggle smells like, when Draco swiftly answers: "My cousin. We're visiting an aunt in town, but she doesn't have enough space for us.". Y/n's surprised at how effortless Draco can lie. The man grunts and retreats inside, leaving the door open. Draco gives y/n a sign to follow him.

Y/n really expects the worst when she enters the house. Naked walls, rubble, and a freezing breeze. However, when she enters the house, she is met with warm candlelights and old-fashioned but cozy decorations and carpets. The man leads the two of them up an old staircase. Draco tries to lift both his and y/n's luggage, but y/n quickly takes her own suitcase. The man hands Draco a key and points towards a door at the end of the hall. "Last one on the left. Breakfast is at 8:00 am sharp.", he just tells them and stomps down the staircase again. "Charming.", y/n comments dryly. "That's just old Goover. Don't bother with him.", Draco chuckles. "Goover? That's his real name?", y/n asks while they walk towards their room. "Dunno. That's just what my parents call him.", Draco shrugs. At the door, Draco starts fumbling with the key and tries to open the door. "And he's your parents' friend?", y/n asks surprised. Draco's father looked so sophisticated. It's hard for y/n to believe that he's friends with a guy like Goover. Draco manages to open the door and pushes it open. "Yeah... uh they used to be in this club together. Here we are! What do you think?", he quickly tries to change the topic.

Y/n enters the room. The room has the same old-fashioned style as the rest of the house. There's a fire burning in the fireplace, filling the room with a comfortable warmth that immediately makes her drowsy. "I take the bed close to the wall!", she announces and throws herself onto the bed. "Sure.", Draco says and settles onto the other. Y/n starts unpacking some things from her suitcase while Draco watches her.

Y/n rolls over to face Draco and she props her head on her hand and says: "So, what now? Lunch?“. Draco nods. "Yes, I know a good place. C'mon!“, he says and stands up. Y/n pushes herself from the bed and grabs her purse. "Let's go.“, she smiles.

Somehow y/n expected to choose a fancy restaurant with steak or filet. His family does not look like they eat the same way they dress, namely expensive. However, Draco takes her to a fish and chips shop that looks like it's been opened somewhere in the 70s. The smell of fryer oil hits them in the face upon entering. An elderly old, white couple stands behind the counter. "G'day my lady.“, says the man and gives y/n an overexaggerated bow and a toothy grin. "Och, George. Be a little bit more serious around our customers.“, his wife says and nudges him. Y/n takes an instant liking to the couple. They remind her of her grandparents who live in the Yorkshire Dales and have a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. They used to have a farm with sheep there but since they retired they gave away most of the animals. "We'd like some fish and chips, please.“, Draco says as he walks up to the counter. "Then you're at the right place, lad. You want some mashed peas, too?“, the man asks. "No, thank you. Y/n?“, Draco says as he turns to y/n. "Yes, please! And some vinegar, too!“, y/n cheers. They pay for their order and sit down to wait for the food.

"So, tell me about the accident at school. What happened?“, y/n asks Draco as they wait. Draco looks down at his hands and solemnly says: "A student died in the tournament.“. Y/n wished she'd be surprised but everything she heard about the school screamed deathtrap to her. Basiliks, soul-sucking creatures, dragons. Nothing of that screams 'safe' to her. The only thing she's surprised about is that this didn't happen earlier. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was he a friend?“, she says compassionately. Draco shakes his head. "No, I barely knew him. Was in a different house and all.“, he tells her. Y/n crooks her head in thought. Considering the fact that he didn't know the guy, the whole thing left Draco pretty shaken, y/n thinks. She also notices how he doesn't really want to talk about it, so she quickly changes the topic. "How were your finals? I feel like I could've done better.“, she tells him. Draco gladly accepts the topic change and starts talking about his own exams. "The finals were terrible! I mean the results were fine but I just hate the exam days.“, he complains. Y/n nods in agreement, happy that they found a common topic. "Yes, they're just so stressful. It's like how am I supposed to write three exams in one day? My head is already smoking after the first one!“, she adds. "True. Which subject did you find the worst this year?“, Draco asks her. Y/n hesitates for a moment. She knows that they have completely different subjects at Draco's school. Witchy subjects. Does she lie now yet again or does she tell him the truth? She decides on the latter. "Algebra. It's my worst result. I was truly desperate when I saw the exam.“, she tells him truthfully. Draco frowns and gives her a confused look. "My school teaches muggle subjects.“, y/n tries to explain. "Why would they do that?“, he asks. Y/n has to think about that for a moment. "Well, muggle subjects are about real-world stuff, so it makes sense to learn about that too, you know?“, she tries to argue. "Real-world stuff? You consider the muggle world real but the wizarding world not?“, Draco asks her confused. Y/n shifts in her seat uncomfortably. Yes, it's exactly like that. She lives in the muggle world, her reality, and the wizarding world may be real but it is just some far-away fairytale world for her. However, that's not something she can tell Draco. Suddenly, she feels very hot and she can feel some sweat rolling down her neck. "I just mean the muggle world is as real as the wizarding world. So, we should learn something about both worlds since we can't just ignore the existence of the other.“, she explains. Draco ponders on this for a second and y/n is proud that she gave a clever answer. It's something she truly believes in. Muggles should learn about wizards and the other way around. Right now, muggles and wizards just live next to each other and y/n wonders what might happen when they start living together, in one society.

Before Draco has the chance to reply, the man behind the counter interrupts them and brings over their plates. "Bon appetit, my lovebirds!“, he says and winks at them while he puts their plates down. Somewhere in the back, y/n can hear the woman groan "Och, George! Leave them alone!“ which makes her chuckle. In the end, he's not wrong, she thinks. Y/n and Draco thank them and pull their plates towards them. "Enjoy!“ she tells Draco and he gives her a smile. For a few minutes, they eat in silence. Y/n hasn't had some real fatty, unhealthy fish and chips in a while and she truly enjoys it. With a mouthful of fish she groans: "Man, this is so good!“. Draco gives her a grin and swallows. "It is, isn't it? It's the best fish and chips in the whole of England!“, he tells her. Y/n nods in agreement. "You know, my parents used to take me to Cornwall every summer holiday. On the last day, we always had fish and chips in this crappy old shop at the coast. This reminds me a lot of it.“, she narrates. "Why are they not taking you anymore?“, Draco asks her. Y/n shrugs. "I don't know. They're both busy with work, I guess.“, she answers. Draco pushes some food around on his plate. "You have a good relationship with your parents?“, he continues to ask. Y/n thinks about this for a second. "I guess. I mean we don't argue a lot, unlike other kids in my class. It's mostly because I bring home good grades and don't act rebellious, I think. But it's not like we spent that much time with each other, just around the house for meals and stuff. And you and your parents?“, y/n replies. Draco continues to push his food around and takes some time before he answers. "It's similar but my parents are also very strict, especially my dad. Even when I'm not acting up, sometimes I just say something he doesn't approve of and he gets pissed off.“, he mumbles. Y/n already thought that's what their relationship was like.

She is ready to move on from the topic when Draco suddenly asks: "Do you sometimes feel like your parents do stuff you'd never do?“. "I mean, yes. My mom always wipes off the soles of her shoes after entering the house. I'd never do that. I just take them off. I only wear them outside anyways, why bother wiping them all the time?“, she says. Draco shakes his head and frowns. "No, not like that. I mean like... I don't know... bad things.“, he tries to specify. Y/n crooks her head. "Depends. You mean like tax evasion bad or murder bad?“, she asks. Draco shrugs. "Something in between?“, he offers.Y/n leans back in her chair and looks up to the ceiling. She is trying to remember if her parents or any family members ever did something that falls into that category. "Well... my uncle supports the alt-right movement, at least in spirit. He doesn't do much besides having a big mouth.“, she tells him. Draco looks a bit confused. "You know the type of people who'd like to oppress people of color and women? Like, he told me that abortions and illegal immigration should be punished with the death penalty at a family dinner.“, she explains. Draco nods relieved, then looks at his plate again. "Are your parents like that sometimes?“, y/n asks him softly. "Hm, yeah.“, Draco tells her almost embarassedly. Y/n reaches over the table and takes his hand. "Don't worry about it. Important is that you don't get involved with stuff like that.“, she says and squeezes his hand.

Suddenly, having lost all appetite, y/n proposes: "Hey, why don't we get out of here? Let's have a look around town and discuss what we want to do for the rest of the day“. Draco agrees and they both get up. They bid the nice couple goodbye. Y/n feels relieved when the fresh, warm summer air hits her face. "I'm probably going to smell like a deep fryer for the whole next week.“, she says while sniffing her clothes. Draco snickers and casually takes her hand. Y/n has to blush a bit and doesn't look at him. She also doesn't let go, though. Together, they stroll through the narrow streets of the medieval town. They decide that they take a walk along the Avons and check out the Market Walk. Y/n stops at a bridge and yells: "Draco, look!“. A family of ducks are merrily paddling along the shore. Draco walks up behind her and places a hand on her lower back. He stands so closely behind her that y/n can feel his chest slightly pressed against her side. Carefully, she leans back into him and Draco puts his arms around her, pulling her close. He leans his head against hers. "They're so cute.“, y/n whispers. Her heart suddenly beats up into her throat. "You're cute.“, Draco whispers back and strokes over her hair with his lips. Y/n twists in his arms so that she can look up to him with wide, almost expecting eyes. Draco softly presses a kiss to her forehead. When y/n doesn't pull back after it, his gaze flickers towards her lips. Y/n leans a bit closer to him and Draco lowers his lips so he can properly kiss her. Draco's lips are soft on hers. His hands find their way into her hair and he pulls her head closer, deepening the kiss. Y/n feels as if she is pudding in his arms. For a moment, she forgets that they are standing on a busy street. Draco pulls back and looks at her for a moment. "I've been waiting to do this since you stepped out of the train.“, he tells her and y/n has to giggle. "Well, you have a whole weekend to do this a couple of times more.“, she teases him. Draco raises an eyebrow and asks: "Is that an invitation?“. Y/n gives him a peck and answers: "Yes, it definitely is“.

They let go of each other and walk to the market hall hand in hand. Y/n feels like she could fly and all worries from this morning are long forgotten. The couple strolls through the market hall. Y/n stops at some shops and picks up some trinkets and books. Draco sneers at her affection for romance novels and y/n makes fun of him for being forced to read the great classics by his parents. Eventually, they have tea in a small tea room. They sit crammed in a little nook, holding hands under the table. The women serving in the café watch the two giggling and putting their heads together with soft smiles. It remembers them of a time long ago when they were first in love. On their way back, they stop at a Tesco and get some sandwiches. They have their dinner at the shore of the river and watch the sunset together. When y/n grows cold, Draco pulls her into his lap as an excuse to warm her up. However, all he does is steal some kisses. Something that y/n doesn't mind he does. When the streetlamps light up, Draco helps y/n up and they make their way back to the inn. They stop holding hands a block before the inn and create some distance between them. Obviously, Goover is not supposed to think that some cousins are romantically involved with each other.

Back at their room, y/n takes her toilet bag and disappears into the bathroom to have a long nice shower. She wants the smell of fish and chips out of her hair. Returning dressed in her pajamas, Draco also retreats to the bathroom. She uses the time to text her parents that she arrived safely and how she spent her day. She quickly puts the device away when she hears Draco opening the door again. A towel lays over his shoulders and water drips from his hair. Y/n thinks he looks marvelous. Draco plumps onto his bed and dries his hair. "So, what do you want to do before going to bed?“, he asks her. "I brought some card games if you wanna play.“, y/n proposes. She ends up teaching him Skip-Bo and UNO. Being a terrible loser, Draco demands compensation after she hits him with a 4+ for the fifth time. They end up making up on the floor between their beds. Firstly, their kisses are sweet and careful, still testing each other's boundaries. With time, their kisses grow more heated and longing. Draco pulls her into his lap again and his hands start roaming her body. He slides his hand under her shirt, stroking against the soft skin of her lower back. Y/n's hand messes up his hair. At some point, Draco's leg falls asleep. In an attempt to shift their position, his long legs hit the nightstand and the vase on it tips over with a loud 'clonk'. They let go for a moment, looking bewilderedly at the source of the sound. When the vase doesn't fall onto the floor, they are just about to continue when there is a loud knock on the door. "What are you children doing in there? You pay for what you break!“, Goover's agitated voice rings through the door. The two quickly dart apart, scared the man will open the door and see them in a compromising position. Draco clears his throat and quickly yells: "Sorry, I walked against the nightstand. Nothing's broken“. There is shuffling in front of his door, then silence. Draco and y/n look at each other with wide eyes, and then they both have to laugh. Y/n quickly brushes through her hair with her hands in hopes of looking more presentable. Draco shakes his head and chuckles. "Maybe that was our cue. Probably best to leave it at that for the night.“, he says. Y/n nods. She's a bit glad that they got interrupted. Kissing Draco like that felt good but she also had no idea where they were going with this and if she really wanted to go there, wherever that was.

After brushing their teeth, they settle into their retrospective beds and turn the lights off. After the conversation dies down, y/n lies wide awake in her bed. She turns over to Draco and listens to his breath. She stares into the darkness, hoping to make our Draco's shape. Eventually, Draco turns towards her and she notices that he's still awake. "You know“, Draco suddenly whispers into the dark, "I kinda really wish we had that double bed right now“. Y/n giggles at that. "I could come over“, she whispers back. "You could.“, Draco agrees. Y/n bites her lip in contemplation. "But no funny business?“, she carefully asks. "No funny business.“, Draco agrees again. Y/n slips out of her bed. The floor is cold beneath her naked feet and she hurries to get under Draco's blanket. He puts the blanket up and y/n cuddles herself into his chest. Draco pulls the blanket and his arms over her. Y/n can hear his beating heart. Draco puts his hand into her hair, softly messaging her scalp. The warmth and Draco's hand against her head start to make y/n dizzy with sleep. She nuzzles into his neck and slowly lets sleep take over.

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highfantasy-soul · 1 month

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Things I LOVED from NATLA Episode 5 - Spirited Away

Katara creating a water version of the earth disks!

Small moment, but Sokka and Aang don't jump until Katara is there and grabs their hands to lead them off in the jump onto Appa

Love that Momo's the one who picks up the acorn to give to Katara - he's so cute!

Katara calling on Gran Gran's teachings <3

"Seeds for the future, not past mistakes" - bringing back up the themes around needing to let go of past guilt so you can step into the future

Big brother Sokka 😭😭😭😭

Pipenpadalopsikopolis!!!

Zuko is such a sassy dick to Lt. Jee XD but like, kinda deserved atm as a girl with ice is kinda, really, something that should raise some flags.

But damn, Jee's face - it makes the next episode all the more satisfying

"Water the most promising seed" ooooohhhhh

"Not self-serving flattery and coy whipers" oooohhh BBUUUURRRNNNNNN

Though it burns all the more as we know that children want the approval of their mentors/parents and it's unlikely Azula has ever gotten that organically, so she feels the need to prompt it.

tHiN pLaCeS????? Sorry, Bruce from Dungeons of Drakkenheim has just primed me to fear that phrase and what it will bring.

Jumpscare where I really thought Sokka had just been yoinked into the Spirit World by that tree branch XD

Aang and Sokka bickering because Sokka can't stop talking and Aang is trying to concentrate - love the group dynamic here

Sokka's little "sshhhhhhh" in the back

Katara practicing her forms!!!

Blue Aang!!

Sokka being absolutely not here for a Spirit World journey and Katara quickly accepting it and just enjoying the ride

"When have I ever caused trouble?" 🙄 "When indeed." 😐

The most AWKWARD and NOT SLICK questioning by Zuko 😩 failing to smoothly slide the money pouch over the counter, just…he's SOOO BAD at being 'nonchalant'! He wants to just scream at you and demand you obey his orders, damn it!!!

Just Dallas' whole performance here - so fucking funny

Pirate mention! Canyon guide!! Stopped the volcano from erupting!!!

All those side quests get nice little mentions <3

Iroh's little run as he chases after Zuko throwing his tantrum 😭

JUUUUUUNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!! NYYYYYLLAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Omg perfect. So perfect. Perfection. Gorgeously perfect. Did I mention perfect?

Zuko and Iroh's little slap fight XD

June noticing Iroh is cute 🙌

And Zuko's disgust at that 😂

Love Aang always mentioning Gyatzo and all he taught Aang - and Katara really wanting to soak in the knowledge

I like that they brought the entire Gaang into the spirit world here so we could have a natural in-road to deep character work

WON SHI TOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGG!!!

Nice birdie!!!!

Also great touch with only Aang being able to understand him here, humans just can't

Pretty eye shot!!

Azula's blue fire!!!!!

Really like the choice to let us see her progression to the blue flame - more character development is always a good thing in my book

"Everyone knows you're perfect" "That's not good enough" - smash cut to Zuko

SOOOOO GOOOODDD - seeding her fear that if she doesn't prove herself adequately, her father will treat her like he did Zuko

Showing not telling, people! This is what that means!!!

Zuzu!! Being disgusted - love it

Love Iroh trying to seed his lessons in with pai sho anecdotes

I'm sorry, this scene is hilarious and I cannot unsee it being Iroh trying to prep Zuko for the news that he and June are a thing XD "I know it's unexpected, and she's much younger, but open up your mind to new ideas! There's much you (I) can learn from a dommy mommy."

Again, reinforcing that Zuko has a strong sense of right and wrong - right now, that's leading him down the path of following the Fire Nation's rules, but that very same integrity will be what makes him change sides

Ugh, Iroh's lessons wrapped in pai sho terminology are soooo gooooddd

Creeeeeepy spirit world!!

HEEEIIIII BBAAAIIIII!!!

Who's a cutie patootie panda bear?? YOU ARE!!!!

Oh no, Sokka!!! He went flying.

Suspicious 3-tailed fox!

Her talk about pain right here is so poignant not only for this storyline, but the future one with the ocean spirit

"Do you always make jokes when you don't want to talk about something?" - cutting right to the heart of a lot of Sokka's humor as a coping mechanism

Just… everything with Katara's spirit vision

Her getting to see her mom again and hug her, the women joking around about braiding and Kya encouraging Katara with her waterbending

The absolute gut-wrenching horror as Katara knows what's about to happen, the viewer knows what's about to happen, but the helplessness you feel as you have to watch it play out

Katara trying to save her mom but not being strong enough - it's so well done and we see why the trauma is so very deep when it comes to her and waterbending

Omg Koh's introduction was sooooo terrifying

The sounds, the way he senses despair - it's everything I love about the spirit world

Hakoda!!! DX

Bato!!!!!

I like how we're getting to see that Sokka's feelings of inadequacy as a leader and warrior aren't unfounded - he DID struggle, it didn’t come naturally

I don't blame Hakoda in this moment - he knows the war is coming and he's going to have to leave Sokka in charge - he knows it's not fair - he knows it's an impossible situation, and he's desperately trying to exert some control over the uncontrollable

It makes sense that he'd want Sokka to be magically perfect, that way he could feel marginally better about abandoning him and the village - it's not like he has a choice to stay, everyone is in impossible situations and wishing your kid could be the perfect leader when you know it's going to be forced on them anyways is totally rational

Love that Aang immediately clocks the vision as not real

Despite wanting nothing more than to go see his home and people again, he's a master of the spiritual side of his nature - he knows how to rein it in.

It hurts all the more when we get to Gyatzo and there's the initial distrust - completely founded

Koh's lair!!!

Creepy centipede boiii

Love their chat and I like to think that Aang's past lives subtly let him know not to show emotions with Koh

The whole situation around Koh's face that opens and closes - thanks, I hate it.

It's well done. And I hate it. Please get it away from me. I do not like. Please, kill it with fire. Thank you.

But Gyatzo!!! He waited for Aang for 100 years!!!!!!!!!

I'm gonna say it again - everything with Gyatzo is pure gold. I'm so glad they expanded more with him being Aang's first mentor, even after his death

Gyatzo trying to relieve Aang of his guilt over not being there for the fire nation attack ): It's something Aang really needed to hear and I'm glad it was someone who was present who told him that, not someone just trying to make him not feel as sad.

Aang leaving Appa and Momo in charge of watching over Katara and Sokka!!! So sweet

Gyatzo's monologue is great - how sometimes it feels like we'll always be alone, the only thing keeping you company is your own pain

It ties into every single character of the series and it's such a great through line - they're all suffering in different ways. They NEED people (even Azula)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

#natla #avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar #natla positivity #such a great character work episode

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hyena-frog · 9 months

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You tagged a post about diomedes as “autistic king” and oh my god you’re so right you’ve opened my eyes. He and aurae are just “me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic”

I was literally going to make that exact meme about them LMAO it's so spot on for them. His autistic swag bewitched her, body and soul.

I didn't have this headcanon until Light Bringer. Let's be real he wasn't in IG or DA enough to make a judgment like that. So finally getting to know him as a person in LB left me feeling confident in this. Pierce really said "I'm going to write a character so autism coded." (I'm joking...unless?) Let's see...

Adherence to routines. He will make his ship crew run through multiple practice battle scenarios, multiple times... just in case.

Blunt honesty. He will tell you what he really thinks, even under threat of death from a room full of people his family has subjugated for centuries.

Will not tell a lie. Not cannot... will not. There are rules to be followed! So even if it gets him in trouble, he won't tell a lie... Except when he does!

Flat affect. Unreadable face, except by those who know him best ie his family and Aurae, but really quite emotional inside. Darrow speculates this was trained into him but the thought that he's actually just Like That is hilarious to me.

Hyperfixation on flowers, apparently. Who knew! Love that for him. He will read your landscaping choices for filth. Naming your carved flower "The Vanquished Foe"? Disgusting. Get that weak gahja shit out of his face.

He will skip your dumb victory party to go look at said flowers (but not pick them!). Relatable king.

Bad at public speaking. Not necessarily an autistic trait. But he's just like me fr.

Slow reader. Again, not necessarily an autistic trait. But again relatable. Let me have it.

There. So glad you see the vision.

#the way I hoped I would successfully bait someone into sending this very ask #diomedes au raa #red rising #light bringer #light bringer spoilers #insignificant457 #my post

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ghost4meeks · 7 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊 | 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𖤐 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𖤐 * "𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. …𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖." *

𖤐 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮, 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬

𖤐 * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 *

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

The cops escorted Billy, Stu, and I to school, but the second they let me out the cruiser, I was swarmed by the press.

"How does it feel to avoid being brutally butchered?"

"What were your relations with the deceased?"

"Do you think the killings are related to your late father's death?"

A few of the cops already there stepped in front of me and tried to shoo the reporters away, and Billy and Stu stuck to my sides like magnets as we walked across the school lawn.

"OMG, (y/n/n)! I'm so glad you're okay," Tatum exclaimed as she ran up to me, Sidney following close behind.

"You weren't hurt too bad, were you?" Sid timidly asked, giving me an apologetic look.

She knows what I'm going through and I felt bad for it. This was probably drudging up some painful memories and Sidney's come so far since her mom's death.

"Nah, just a stab and a splitting headache. Nothing I can't handle," I assured with a smile.

"To be on the safe side, we don't want you two to be alone, either," Billy chimed, placing a kiss on Sid's forehead and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Stu got behind Tate and wrapped his arms around her, pecking her on the cheek. "(y/n/n) did a number on 'im. I don't think the killer'll be able to have kids after what she did."

"Do they know who did it?" Tate asked as we all started towards the entrance.

"Fucking clueless. The doctor told me they didn't have any evidence of the killer being there, other than the damage to the house, my injuries, and Steve and Casey's bodies. Motherfucker knew what he was doing," I sighed, walking up the steps and through the doors.

"They're gonna start interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, janitors."

"They think it's school-related?" Billy asked.

I shrugged. "It's a possibility. With the amount of information the killer knew about me, I wouldn't rule it out."

He looked like he made a mental note of it and continued on with his thoughts. Billy's always been a critical person. No doubt he was conducting his own investigation.

When I looked around, I finally noticed everybody was staring at me, some looks sympathetic, and some completely disgusted.

"Well, how about we all go out tonight? We'll go to the drive-in and watch movie, hang out, and try to get our minds off this," Tate smiled, opening her locker to grab her things.

"Sure," I smiled, opening my locker, too. "I can get Randy to come."

"Get me to do what?" Randy asked, popping out from behind my locker door.

"Fuck, Randy!" I gasped, smacking him in the shoulder as he laughed, his goal accomplished. "Every time with you!"

"Sorry, sorry, force of habit," he smiled, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"We were planning on going to the drive-in after school. Wanna join?" Tate asked, Stu giving her neck kisses out of nowhere.

"A killer is on the lose, targeting students, and you wanna go to a drive-in?" Randy shrugged. "Sure, why not."

"You know what movie they're playing tonight?" Billy asked, resting his chin on Sidney's head.

"Nightmare on Elm Street, I think," I answered.

Stu smirked and ran his fingers against the lockers like he had Freddy's glove on.

"This...is God!" He quoted, pretending to cut his fingers off.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"Are you guys sure? I mean with everything that happened last night-." Sid asked, Billy noticing her uneasiness and tightening his grip around her waist.

"Stu, Randy, and I with be there. And I doubt the killer'll try to attack out in the open like that," Billy assured, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"See? Perfectly safe. And besides, Casey and Steve didn't bite it 'til after 10.....er, sorry, (y/n/n)," Tate tried to catch herself, but it came out before she could.

"It's fine," I assured her, sighing.

"Alright, I gotta get to homeroom," Sid wished us goodbye. She tried sounding as happy she could, but I knew the killer stuff was upsetting her.

"I'll walk you," Billy added, walking off with her, the two still attached to the hip.

"I gotta go, too. Stay safe," Tatum shut her locker, starting down the hall.

"Aim for the nuts!" Stu called to me as he followed her, Tatum smacking him in the arm and scolding him for shouting that so loud.

I laughed at Stu's joke before turning back to my locker.

"I actually, uh, I actually came to check on you," Randy started, leaning up against the lockers. "I heard about what happened last night. I went over to yours this morning but no one was there. I figured you were at the hospital or somethin'."

'He wanted to check on me that bad?'

My heart swelled at the thought.

"Oh, yeah. Billy and Stu picked me up from the hospital and I slept over at Billy's. They didn't want me to be at mine by myself. But thank you for checking on me, my knight in shining armor," I said dramatically, curtsying.

"My pleasure, m'lady," He played along, bowing as he took my hand.

I laughed as he stood back up.

"But what happened?" He genuinely asked. "I've been hearing everyone else's bullshit theories but I haven't heard from you."

I sighed, looking down at the ground.

'I should've known someone was gonna ask soon.'

"You don't have to answer if you're not ready," he caught my shift, his hand on my shoulder. "I was just curious."

"No, no, no. It's fine. I've been wanting to tell someone, anyway," I assured.

"Long story short, this guy called Casey and started threatening us, talking about gutting us and shit. We locked all the doors but he told us to look at the patio and we saw Steve bound and gagged to a lawn chair. The guy told us we had to play a game of horror movie trivia if we wanted Steve to live."

"Oh, you shoulda aced that! You're pretty good with horror," Randy complimented, confused on how we lost.

"I wasn't the one who got the question wrong. Casey was," I clarified.

"What were the questions?" he asked.

"He asked me who was the killer from Halloween-." "Micheal Myers," he answered without a beat.

"That's what I said," I agreed. "But he asked Casey who was the killer in Friday the 13th-." "Mrs. Voorhees," he answered again.

"That was the right one. But Casey said Jason," I sighed.

"Rookie mistake," Randy scoffed, the blatant error irking him.

"Well, Steve had to pay for it," I continued, shaking the image of his guts out my head. "After that the killer threw a chair through the patio door and attacked us. I sent Casey ahead as I fought him but he stabbed me and slammed the butt of his knife on my head. He would've killed me if I didn't kick 'im in the crotch a bunch of times. I managed to run to the front lawn but I dropped. And the last thing I remember was Mrs. Becker's scream and Casey's hanging body."

Randy's eyes were wide. "Holy shit. (y/n/n). I'm sorry you had to go through that."

He pulled me into a hug and my cheeks lit up.

'Stop blushing, idiot! He's consoling you!'

"I'm okay. But I do have a theory," I started, trying to distract myself. He backed out of the hug and gave me an intrigued look.

"I think there's two of them. There's no way that the Ghostface guy that was attacking me would've had enough time to kill Casey in the time that I was running. There must've been another killer that attacked her."

"Are you sure?" Randy asked.

"Positive."

"Well, however many of them there are, I'll be here if you need me, okay?" he assured, about to pull me into another hug.

I smiled and was letting him get closer when Billy threw his arm around Randy's shoulder. "Hands where I can see 'em, buddy."

Randy yelped and I glared at the greasy-haired boy.

"The both of you get to class," he ordered before walking away.

"Okay, Dad!" I taunted as he walked away, but he waved me off.

I groaned and rolled my eyes before turning back to Randy, who was still trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry about him. He's...Billy," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"More like the Boogeyman," he scoffed, standing up straight again.

"He does have a point. Let's get to class before Mr. Sweeney has a stroke," I tilted my head to point down the hall.

"I still think he's a werewolf," Randy smugly shrugged, walking down the hall with me.

"You've thought that since freshmen year," I scoffed, laughing.

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"Remember, your principal loves you, and I want you to be safe. All students are encouraged to return to their homes promptly from school grounds. Avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes," Himbry announced over the PA.

Billy, Sid, Stu, Tate, Randy, and I were all sitting outside on the fountain, school being let out early that day.

"So what questions did they ask you, Sid?" Tatum asked, tilting her head.

"They asked if I knew Casey," She answered.

"They asked me what I was doing at her house," I chimed from my spot, my legs strewn over Randy's lap.

"Hey, did they ask you if you like to hunt?" Stu cheesed, resting his hand on the fountain's edge.

"Yeah, they did," Randy agreed, tossing a grape in the air and catching it in his mouth.

"Hunt? Why would they ask if you if you liked to hunt?" Tate asked.

"'Cause their bodies were gutted," Randy answered, tossing up another one.

"Thank you, Randy," Billy sarcastically sighed, sitting up and giving me an apologetic look.

I think I'm at the part of the grieving process where I am numb to feeling anything when someone talks about the deaths, 'cause I don't anymore.

'Enjoy it while it lasts.'

"They didn't ask me if I like to hunt," I shrugged.

"It's 'cause there's no way a girl could've killed 'em," Stu smiled.

"That's so sexist. The killer could easily be a female. Basic Instinct," Tate disagreed, correcting Stu with annoyance.

"That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing," Randy chimed, correcting her.

"Friday the 13th is one," I added, poking Randy with a cocky smirk on my face.

Even though the Ghostface I fought with was a guy, I know for a fact that there were two. And that killer could've been a girl.

"Pffft. Like she could do anything," Stu scoffed.

'Did he not watch the movie?'

"You'd be surprised," Billy knowingly chuckled.

"Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out, and the fact is, it takes a man to do something like that," Stu simply stated, giving Tate a cocky look.

"How do you...gut someone?" Sidney shakily asked, obviously not wanting an answer.

"You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum," Stu answered simply, everyone giving him that suspicious look.

Sidney looked immediately uncomfortable and I glared at Stu. "It's called tact, you fuckrag."

"Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?" Sidney asked, shifting the conversation.

"Yeah, for like, two seconds-." "Before she dumped him for Steve." Randy popped in.

"I thought you dumped her for me?" Tate asked, surprised and slightly angry.

"I did. He's full of shit," Stu assured, glaring at Randy.

"And are the police aware that you dated the victim?" Randy asked in a snooty voice.

"What're you saying? That I killed her?" Stu sarcastically asked.

"It would certainly improve your high school "Q"," Randy shrugged.

"It's fine. Stu was with me last night," Tate smirked.

"Yeah, I was," Stu smirked as well, wiggling his eyebrows as he squeezed her. "And then I went to Billy's. That's when (y/n/n) called us and we picked her up."

"Oooo. Was that before or after he sliced and diced?" Randy growled ominously. I smacked him in the arm, silently telling him to cool it as Sidney squirmed again.

"Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" Tate scoffed.

"Working. Thank you," Randy smirked in a sing-songy voice.

"At the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass," Tate smugly asked.

"Twice," Randy proudly smiled, popping another grape in his mouth.

"Three times if it weren't for me," I chimed, lifting my arm like.

"...Well, I didn't kill anybody," Stu shrugged.

"No one said you did," Billy chimed.

"Thanks, buddy."

"Plus, it takes a man to do something like that," Randy imitated Stu, making Stu's hand gestures.

"Yo, I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid," Stu laughed.

Randy tapped my thigh, his signal for me to move my legs. I did, and he got up to stand in front of Stu and Tate.

"Tell me something. Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard that they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas," he joked in a Daffy Duck voice.

"Randy, you goon! I'm trying to eat her," Tate scoffed, putting down her grape and glaring at the boy.

"Light-weight," I chirped, chuckling as I tossed a grape in my mouth. I could hear Billy quietly snicker, too.

"Ooh, she's mad, right. You better liver alone," Stu teased, laughing heartily at his own joke. Again.

Sidney gave Billy a quick kiss before getting up and speed walking away.

Billy socked Stu in the gut as Stu continued to laugh.

"Ow! What?! Liver. Liver. It was a joke!" he defended.

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#scream #scream x reader #randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #randy x reader #meeks x reader #horror #slasher

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trynnabemultifandom · 2 years

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No matter what

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, toxic ex boyfriend, swearing, protective Connor, angst and fluff

Summary: Your abusive and toxic ex boyfriend shows up at Med ready to stir things up. Will you be able to confide in Connor about what he did? Or will your fears from the past stop you?

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

A/n: Connor is a babe and i can't get enough. Anyway, enjoy :)

With a sigh, I walk into the doors of the ED. I've worked at Med for almost two years. I've loved every minute of it, but when I woke up today I just had a feeling something bad was going to happen. I don't know why I had that feeling, things have been going really well lately. It didn't take me long to become friends with my colleagues, but I've become closer to Connor more than I have with anyone else.

We have the same sense of humour and are always joking around with each other. We've gotten a couple of looks from people and Natalie has even come up to me asking questions about the two of us. I do have feelings for Connor, but I know he doesn't feel the same way towards me, and that's ok. I'd much rather have a friendship with Connor than nothing at all. Smiling, I walk into the doctors lounge and put my things in my locker. As I come out I see Maggie. "Mornin Maggie" I greet with a smile.

"Morning Y/n, got a case for you. Treatment 3" Maggie handed me the tablet "Thanks Mags" I smile to her and head to 3. I pull back the curtain to the patients room as I read his chart. Looking up from the tablet I freeze. I'm met with a face I never wanted to see again. Clearing my throat, I finally get the courage to speak "Mr. Bailey, what brings you in today" I say, stone faced.

"Now now, there's no need for such formalities Y/n, you know to call me Justin, but I've got these terrible chest pains that started today. Thought you would know that because it's in the file" He says smirking. Biting my tongue and ignoring his comment, I take out my pager. "I'll page cardiology, have them check you over. Sit tight and don't fuck around with anything" I say, glaring at him. He chuckles as I leave the room, shutting the door.

Paging cardiology I let out a sigh. So I guess that's why I was getting that feeling. My ex decides to turn up out of the blue and most likely make my life a misery until he decides to leave. "Hey I got your page" I turn around at the sudden voice appearing. It's Connor. Feeling more relaxed I smile at him. "Hey, yeah I have a patient here complaining of chest pains"

Connor looks at me with concern. "Hey you ok? You look a little nervous" He says, placing his hand soothingly on my shoulder. I nod "Yeah I'm ok, but a bit tired this morning. Nothing some coffee won't fix" I say giving him a reassuring smile. He rubs my arm and turns to open the door. Connor walks into the room first and I begrudgingly follow behind.

"Mr. Bailey, I'm Dr. Rhodes, if you sit back for me I'm just going to take a listen to your heart" Justin doesn't do anything except for sit and glare at me, which Connor unfortunately notices. "Well I'm not hearing anything out of the ordinary, but just to be safe I'm going to run a couple of tests just to rule out a few things. I'll be back to check on you shortly" Connor turns to me and smiles before he leaves.

"So, that's your new loverboy? Can't keep his hands off you" He says with a disgusted face. Ignoring him, I put my gloves in the bin and sanitize my hands. "It's rude to ignore your patient when they're talking to you" I turn and face him, feeling my anger rise "And it's rude to speak to someone disrespectfully, but I see you still haven't learned that yet" Chuckling, he stands from the bed, walking towards me. He smirks when he notices me backing away.

"Aw, you're still that scared little bitch aren't you" I turn to leave the room when he grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him. "Justin, let go of me" I try to make my voice sound threatening but it doesn't work and I feel the tears well in my eyes. "So pathetic"

Just as I'm about to scream for help, Connor walks in. Justin quickly lets go of my wrist. "Sorry Dr. Rhodes, Dr L/n here was getting a little touchy with me, had to stop her " Justin looks at me with a smirk and Connor looks between us clenching his jaw, sensing something is off. Before the tears can escape, I storm out of the room and head for the doctors lounge, ignoring the calls of my name.

Taking a seat on the couch I let the tears flow freely while I rub my wrist. Connor runs in after me and kneels down in front of me. "What happened in there Y/n?" He questions while placing a hand on my knee. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I try to regain my composure. Connor takes my hand in his, which immediately calms me down. Taking a deep breath, I lift up my head and look at him.

"Justin Bailey. My ex boyfriend. Coming here to make my life a misery" I look at my wrist, which is already starting to bruise. Bruises whenever I was around Justin were nothing new. I was used to it. I don't want to tell Connor the full truth about Justin. I don't want Connor to look at me any differently because of this. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. I can talk to Goodwin, see if there's anyone else to take the case" He says while rubbing my hand.

I see his eyes glancing at my wrist, thankfully the bruising is quite light so he can't see it that well. Taking a deep breath, I stand up "No, it's ok. I appreciate the offer but I'll be ok" I say smiling at him. With a nod and a slight smile on his face, Connor lets go of my hand. "I'll pop in when his test results are back"

Pulling back the curtain, I step into the room "What the fuck was that stunt you pulled?" I ask him, anger evident on my face. He smirks as he stands up off the bed "Is this how you treat all your patients?" He questions "It's how I treat self righteous pricks like you. You don't like when someone stands up for themselves Justin. Why is that? Daddy not love you enough as a kid so you take it out on other people?" I say stepping closer to him.

I know I was crossing a line but I couldn't stop myself. I'm not going to be afraid anymore. "You little fucking bitch. I've a great mind to report you for how you're speaking to me. It's very unprofessional" He pauses for a moment "Or maybe I'll just teach you some respect myself" He raises his hand, seething with anger. Just as he's about to hit me, I'm pulled back by something. I look to see Connor standing in front of Justin.

I grab onto the back of Connor's scrub top and he wraps his arm around me as best he can "Try something, I dare you" He says in a low voice. I've never seen him this angry before. Justin scoffs and looks behind Connor straight to me "No, the stupid bitch isn't worth it. She's all yours" Connor clenches his jaw and I rub his back in an attempt to calm him down "Well Mr. Bailey, I came in to tell you all your tests were normal. Now, I suggest you leave before I call security and have them escort you out" "This isn't over" He spits. And with that he's gone.

When he walked past us, I wrap my arms around Connor and hide my face. Connor turns around and takes my hand in his. "Hey Y/n, look at me" He says with a soft voice. I so badly want to look at him, but I know if I do, I'll end up breaking down. "Please look at me" He pleads while rubbing my cheek. I look at him with watery eyes "Was he always like that with you?" I nod my head, not trusting my voice. "Oh Y/n, I'm so sorry" He says, wrapping his arms around me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Looking up at him I let the tears fall "Because I didn't want you to look at me in a different way. I guess I was just scared. It never ended well in the past when I told people. The blame was put on me. Because I was too weak, or I should have just left the relationship. It wasn't that easy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you Connor. I didn't want to risk losing you" Connor wipes my tears away with his thumb.

"Y/n, you would never lose me. I'm here for you no matter what" The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard. I search his face for any sign of doubt, but I find none. "Connor, there's something I need to tell you. I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't want it to ruin the friendship we have, but after today I can't keep this in anymore. I love you Connor. I get it if you don't feel the same way, I jus-" I was cut off by Connor's lips on mine.

I smile into the kiss and wrap my arms around him. As he pulls away, there's a huge smile on his face. "I love you too Y/n. I promise you, I am with you now and always, no matter what. How about dinner after our shift?" I smile "That sounds perfect Dr Rhodes. I'm looking forward to it" Unfortunately my pager goes off, bringing the two of us back to earth. "Sorry, I got to go, but dinner tonight sounds wonderful" I give him one last kiss before exiting the treatment room, a smile plastered on my face.

#connor rhodes #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes x y/n #connor rhodes imagine #chicago med #chicago med x reader #chicago med x y/n #x reader insert

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justallihere · 20 days

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Alli this chapter was such a nice surprise !!

Violet is a sarcastic queen "we can hold hands" she says to Liam as if the only person she wants to hold hands with is not her husband. Liam and Violet are very special to me and the way you write them is very unique. He's so protective of her but she's also very strict on her boundaries in the friendship which I love for her.

Oh so the panflet did make its rounds in this fic. Devera u sneaky bitch I know what u are (a traitor). This is a perfect opportunity to reveal some truths but because our Violet is indeed the queen of a whole ass country I doubt she's gonna do that, there's just too much at stake, but I do wish she had done something in canon. I wonder if she's gonna talk to Devera here? If she even suspects it was her?

“Be logical, riders,” Markham said as he collected the last of the leaflets. “When has Navarre ever sent a riot of only Blue dragons? I expect better from you all. More critical thinking. It will be imperative once you’re out of Basgiath and on the battlefield.” oh this is pure gold the way propaganda is discussed here is just so good. i love these conflicts.

Jack is back ?? creating chaos for sure. maybe trying to murder violet? omg imagine violet being able to see that he's a venin way earlier bc she's sees the sage way too often in her dreams and when she sees jack she goes "umm that's weird, that's suspicious" Also I've always thought Baide was sus for keeping it hidden i hope the damn dragon dies. maybe tairn can actually kill a dragon this time.

Oh Xaden is just so miserable my poor baby "I know you're awake" ohhhh u wanna talk to her so bad. Violet acknowledging they have a routine is very special to me and an improvement. As much as it hurt me them sleeping in separate beds it's very much needed bc they need to TALK I'm just waiting for the chapter in which they will fight so bad they both break and then they'll make up.

their conversations in the dark !! they need each other so badly, the weight of ruling is heavy and while xaden may try to play it off he doesn't handle it well either.

“Yes and no. Eventually you get used to it. You stop feeling the weight. You do the best you can with what you have, and you make so many horrible choices that it’s all you know, and you have to make yourself stop second-guessing. It’ll drive you mad if you don’t.” Sir what u need is therapy.

Violet talking about her dying before seeing her future and Xaden saying she'll live and then Violet calling him a liar … THATS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT !! and followed by her calling Aretia home and Xaden having a mini breakdown over it ? oh he's very screwed indeed but she isn't much better. i wonder when will she realize its him that's home and not Aretia the place.

also xaden suffering the consequences (violet putting herself in danger for the good of Tyrrendor) of his own actions?? we love to see it but also omg the angst !! he's just like "pls sit down don't do anything dangerous"

"We’re married. We’re supposed to be a team." she knew she had him with that, the only thing he wants more than for her to live its for them to be a team. the cant live without u line is very on brand for violet denial sorrengail to misinterpret love that !!

love the bodhi and violet crumbs !! they're family they need to interact more i also think they'd be a formidable pair against xaden just to annoy him lmao. but for now bodhi will rat her out to xaden !! he's part of the "violet and xaden should talk like rational adults" club. also they're so married bickering so so married they're disgusting actually. (him not missing the opportunity to call her beautiful, sir you are not that sneaky i see u)

xaden agreeing to go with violet on her suicide mission is very supportive partner coded gottalove that !! cant wait to see him go ballistic when shes tortured.

once again you've delivered such a good chapter thank u so much <3

My favorite thing about Violet is that she’s kind of a bitch because so am I and we deserve that representation. She loves Liam so very much but my girl likes her space

Violet and Devera talk soon-ish. I love Devera so much, I need more of her

Xaden and Violet are in their married couple era for SURE, there’s more communication from them in the coming chapters and it’s gonna hurt and it’s gonna be so good I can’t wait

“what u need is therapy” that’s what Garrick and Bodhi are for 😭😭

Listen like it’s so important to me that they follow through on the things they agreed to. They talked and they decided no more secrets and they would do everything together from now on and they took that shit SERIOUSLY!! It’s part of their married dynamic, I love them

Thank you so much for reading 🩷🩷🩷

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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EVERY ONE IS THIRST FOR OTTO AND I'M LIVING FOR IT

Can you write how Otto would react if his lover was team black?

Heartbroken. Devastated. Just two of the words to express how he feels the moment you both finally see each other. Your whole marriage...your whole life together, he thought you'd both shared the same values and beliefs. He always thought the both of you wanted the same things for the realm. Yet, standing here in his solar, looking over at you, he cannot help feeling his heart breaking.

Because this is the moment he sees that your hearts were never truly one as he'd thought.

You wish to abide by your father's wishes and help your sister ascend the throne. That is what you promised, and that was the oath you'd both made when she was crowned heir.

Now, he is going back on his word. He told you that Rhaenyra being queen would be bad for the realm. The lords of Westeros will not follow a woman.

"Is it a woman on the throne you fear, Husband, or is it Daemon Targaryen you fear?"

"...He will run through her. Having him as king consort is subjecting this castle, this kingdom, this country to madness. He'll be as bad as Maegor the Cruel, and he'll do it through her. You know this to be true."

"I know my sister to have a good head on her shoulders and be able to make her own decisions. You do not seriously think to put that oaf Aegon on the throne?"

You noticed him pause. He'd never planned on revealing it to anyone. It'd be an accident. "I'd never believed it of you, Otto," you finally said in the silence. "You'd kill the boy? Why?"

"To install Aemond."

"Aemond?"

"He is far better suited than either of them."

"And is a second son. It should Jaeheryes, Aegon's son."

"He is a baby. Aemond is a grown man. He can rule as King Regeant while we teach Jaeheryes how to rule and be a proper king." He pauses, and pleads, "Please, Y/N. See reason. Rhaenyra cannot ascend."

You were disgusted with him. He could see it in your eyes, and it broke his heart. He'd hoped that least out of marital duty you would stay by his side. He did know if he could do it without you. But, he knew you better than that. He knew that when he married you, a young woman with stars in her eyes.

"Then, I suppose this is where we part, Otto."

"Y/N-"

"-I loved you, Otto. I would've followed you anywhere, but this...treachery and murder? Is that what you have stooped to? You have no even considered a way that does not involve murdering innocent people? Children? Your kin?"

"It is necessary."

"Is it or is that what you keep telling yourself?"

"The realm will tear itself apart if she goes on the throne."

"It appears it will regardless of who sits on it. I'll do my best to disway my sister from killing you for your treachery, but she isn't forgiving like me."

"Y/N, you will come to see I'm right once everything is settled."

"And you'll come to see you're wrong."

With that, you left. You walked out of the solar, and out of his life for good. That was the first time Otto Hightower wept, and he'd continue to every night when he stands at the window and waits for you to come home.

You never do.

#otto hightower #otto x you #otto x reader #house of the dragon #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #hotd #hotd fanfiction

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🎵 FUFFY!!!!!!!

Okay. OKAY. You have to have known that I would never be able to narrow it down to just one song. I am going to have to dump about a dozen songs on you, each corresponding to a different era of Fuffy. If that's a problem - tough, you knew what you were getting into.

To start us off, both Bodybag by Chloe Moriondo and Saccharine by Jazmin Bean capture that early-Fuffy feeling of "I'm not sure if I want to fight you or fuck you and frankly I think it might be the same thing".

I could cry when I hear you speak but that just makes me angry Wanna kiss you on your cheeks but I also wanna punch your teeth I just don't get it, I just don't know Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you Put you in a body bag instead of my bed

You make me afraid Come closer, wait no, go away Disgusted at the fact I care Cut you the fuck off like dead hair

Speak Your Mind by Alice Merton is the anthem for That final scene in Revelations. I saw her in London a couple of months ago and she was great, but I need to see her again until she performs this song.

And you know that it's hard for me To look at you and realize you're part of me But nowadays you seem so far away from me So out of reach Won't you speak your mind? There's a silence in the room and it is killing me Won't you speak your mind?

If you wanted something for their wild nights bonding in Bad Girls, then Untouched by The Veronicas is a classic, and 100% captures that vibe: horny, but perpetually unconsummated. Speaking of Bad Girls, the song that plays when they dance in the Bronze - Chinese Burn by Curve - is a very Faith song.

She burns friends like a piece of wood And she's jealous of me because she never could Hold herself up without a spine And she'll look me up when she's doing fine Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture She's just someone's favorite daughter Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters Friends and enemies they're all the same

I know they're TSwift, and putting Taylor Swift songs on a fanmix is a cliche beyond parody at this point, but I have to shout out three songs from Folklore - Hoax, My Tears Ricochet and The 1 - for being unavoidably great Fuffy songs.

For what it's worth, any song that references "the one" instantly rings Fuffy bells in my head, because "the one" is SUCH a loaded term for them (being soulmates who are in direct competition to be The One). As such, I present Uno by Muse, which gets at that post-Enemies feeling thy both have of feeling like the other really messed up by not following them.

You could have been number one And you could have ruled the whole world And we could have had so much fun But you blew it away

For the same period, but more focused on the rage and denial that comes with self-recognition through another, we have Anything Like Me by Poppy, which is definitely up there as one of the most Fuffy songs around.

I'm everything she never was Now everyone's out for my blood Stop, you're making a scene You're coming at me with blood in your teeth You shouldn't be anything like me You shouldn't be anything like me You'll never be anything like me You shouldn't be anything like me I feel her heart beating in me Get her out of me Love is never-ending in me Take it out of me

While we're doing cliches, I obviously have to mention that Kiss With A Fist and Girlfriend In A Coma both exist. They're like the complimentary breadsticks of Fuffy mixes - they're not what you're there for, but their exclusion would be a choice. Knife Going In by Tegan and Sara is also another surprisingly appropriate set of lyrics given how on-the-nose the title is.

I feel the knife going in I'm feeling like she's not enough to kill me I thought it up and fast But I'm feeling it now And I feel like she's sleeping inches from me I let it pass

Before we finish, I wanna take us to S7, which is just a goldmine - so many songs about that specific feeling of "we were once friends and now we're so far apart". I'll shout out Bad Blood by Bastille, I Want You by Mitski, and Maria by AliceBand, but most of all a slight wildcard - Forget About What I Said by The Killers.

We used to tear it down But now we just exist. The things that I did wrong, I bet you got a list. Now I know how you remember And those moments that you choose Will define me as a traitor Stealing everything you lose.

If S4!Fuffy is more your thing, then we have When I Needed You by Carly Rae Jepsen and Crash and Burn by Maggie Lindemann to both capture Faith's jealousy and anger after waking up.

You picked him over me And you left with no apology Felt a knife in your back Yeah, you thought I was the killer You're looking in the mirror

Or for the Who Are You body-swapping soul-muddying you-and-I-have-begun-to-blur of it all: Bloodstream by Stateless.

Words can be like knives They can cut you open And the silence surrounds you And haunts you I think I might've inhaled you I can feel you behind my eyes You've gotten into my bloodstream I can feel you floating in me

(Yeah, knives is another trigger word for the Fuffy bells)

To finish off, I'd like to bring us back to S3, and Graduation Day Part II. For me, this is the absolute peak of love and tragedy that makes their story what it is. Strawberry Gashes by Jack Off Jill is a great Buffy-POV song that expresses her feelings of wishing she have reached out and done something different to save Faith, while also understanding that it was Faith's choices that led them to this.

Scold me, failed her If only I'd held on tighter To her pale white skin That twisted and withered away from me, way from me Watch me lose her It's almost like losing myself Give her my soul And let them take somebody else, get away from me Watch me fault her "You're living like a disaster" She said, "kill me faster" With strawberry gashes all over, all over me

But if there's one song that works for both of them at this moment, it's Switchblade by LP. If I had a gun to my head and was forced to pick one song to sum up Fuffy, it would be Switchblade by LP. Both the mood and lyrics manage to capture the soul of it - the wistfulness and melancholy, the lost love and lost innocence, the doom and destiny, the pain that comes intertwined with affection. The homosexual yearning. Seriously, go listen to Switchblade by LP.

We were electric We were wild, we were free And I thought that you meant it It's hard to accept it That it's not meant to be But I'll never regret it I don't, I don't No, I don't, I don't Long live the beautiful hearts Who find love and tear it apart Long live the beautiful hearts Who find love and tear it apart All of the hurt you've been hiding away Cuts me at once like a switchblade So take every stab you can take And I'll give it to ya, give it to ya I always knew that you'd cut me someday I fell in love with a switchblade And I know that you did the same And I'll give it to ya, give it to ya

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#this was me being restrained btw #i want to burn a 4-part fuffy cd collection that comes with a little booklet #with choice lyrics and paragraphs explaining their relevance #fuffy #btvs

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metalbuckaroo · 1 year

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Queen’s Blight Pt. 2

Summary// Hired as your bodyguard, James slowly starts to regain his memories and realizes just how poisonous he is

AU// Bodyguard!WS!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader

Warnings// fingering, mention of nightmares, smut, cursing, a little angst with a smidgen of fluff, Im rusty at this so if I forgot anything let me know

Note// I'm baaaaaaack, hopefully for good but we'll just have to see jebshajfb

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The two month mark of Soldat’s position was slowly creeping up. Along with the thought of how much longer he’d be staying.

He knew he was getting too comfortable.

It was near impossible not to- homemade meals instead of straight from a can, warm showers instead of cold hose downs, and a comfortable bed instead of a worn down mattress on a concrete floor. And, the longer he had been staying, the more missing time he’d pieced back together and the more emotion that started to seep through day by day.

Ones he hadn’t felt in god knows how long and he had trouble processing.

But, none of it compared to how much worse the dreams had gotten. Plaguing him during the night to the point he’d pace back and forth, occasionally slipping out into the hallway to peek into your room across the hall to make sure you were fine.

So, when you sat the plate of freshly cooked sausage and eggs in front of him before sitting across the small breakfast table, he just picked at it. Thinking that maybe if he tried weening himself away from the luxury of having everything at his fingertips it wouldn’t feel as miserable to think about going back.

‘Not hungry?’ Your voice tore him away from his own bubble as he poked the fork into a piece of sausage.

‘Just thinking’

‘If you want something else there’s plenty of food in the kitchen. You’re welcome to it.’ You offered, getting a shake of his head in response.

He appreciated when you’d speak to him in the language that had been drilled into his mind, it made him feel heard when you’d answer him. Like no one else knew what the two of you were talking about when others were around.

The rest of breakfast went by without much conversation. Your silky robe falling apart enough for him to get a small glimpse of the lacy bra underneath when you leaned to take his empty plate. A warm smile gracing your face as you laid a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“I have a meeting soon, yell for me when you need help into the stupid uniform.”

There was an odd bubbly feeling somewhere between Soldat’s chest and stomach. One that made him feel like something bad was going to happen as he stood to your right and slightly behind you. Eyes staying glued to the door as you talked on the phone.

“Go ahead and send him in.” He watched as you sat the phone back on its receiver, the office door opening soon after.

His heart sank when the handler that had brought him in the first day shut the door behind him. Stomach twisting itself in a disgusted knot as you exhaled heavily and leaned back in your chair.

Soldat knew his time in your home was limited, but he hadn’t imagined it would come to an end so soon.

But still, he kept his gaze on the door behind the man and a blank stare.

“I don’t like unannounced visits. I signed your contract, followed your rules. There’s no reason you should be here.” The stern tone of your voice sent a shiver down Soldat’s spine, eyes flicking over to look at your momentarily.

“Just checking in to make sure he’s following the rules.”

You scoffed, feeling the tension in the room getting thicker in the passing moments. “Check whatever you want. But, my contract isn’t up for another ten months.” You snapped, watching the man walk closer to inspect Soldat’s uniform.

The sound of his bionic arm whirring grew louder as he clenched his fist, teeth gritted behind the thick plastic mask and cold stare directed to a spot on the carpet. Focusing on how the color was slightly different than the rest of the room from an incident only weeks before.

“What is that smell?” The man said, lips curving in what seemed to be disgust but was really disapproval.

“Soap? Do you expect him to smell while he’s working?” You quipped, earning a threatening glare in response.

“No gun? How is he suppose to protect you without one?”

“Firearms aren’t allowed on the property. That’s why they searched you at the gate. Besides- I think the arm your ‘company’ attached to him does just fine.” You droned, going back to the paperwork you were working on before he’d shown up.

“Your attitude could be considered breach of contract.”

You snorted a laugh and shook your head, not looking up from your paperwork. “I read it cover to cover. No rules have been broken. Now, get out if you’re finished.”

Soldat felt like a weight was lifted from his lungs when the door shut behind the handler, looking over his shoulder until he saw the sleek black car leaving the gate. Finally letting his muscles relax as he exhaled a long breath and looked to you. “I’m not gonna rat you out for being comfortable here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Bucky’s shouting from across the hall is what had woke you up, the man’s large frame thrashing around on the bed as he groaned as if he was in pain.

You knew trying to wake him would be dangerous, but the thought of walking away made your stomach knot. Your feet mindlessly carrying you further into the room, only wanting to get a closer look to make sure he was fine.

A scream that couldn’t seem to make it out of his throat made you stumble back a step, the sound gravelly and deep in his chest before his right hand flew up. Blunt nails clawing at the base of his shoulder as he cursed and panted in his sleep.

You panicked, quickly grabbing at his hand to stop him. The action making him jerk awake and sit up abruptly, bionic hand clamping around your wrist.

“James! James, you’re okay.” You rushed out, holding your free hand out to him as he looked around the room. His chest heaving and face etched with fear. “Need some water?”

He nodded silently, eyes not meeting yours as he shifted around the bed. Listening to your retreating footsteps, hearing the echo of glasses clinking and running water through the vent that led to the kitchen below.

When you walked back into the room with the glass of water, he was sat on the edge of his bed. A blank expression as he stared at the wall. Not looking away or moving when you hesitantly sat beside him, holding the glass out for him to take.

“Everything okay?” You asked gently as he lifted the glass to his lips. The room unbearably quiet other than the mechanical whir of his arm as you thoughtfully laid your hand on his back.

“I don’t… know who I am anymore. Especially after seeing my paperwork on your desk. I shouldn't have looked but- Nothing makes sense.” His accent was still evident when he spoke, eyes glued to their spot on the wall.

You sucked in a deep breath and shrugged. “You are- James Buchanan Barnes from Brooklyn, New York.” You said with a comforting smile that made his stomach flip.

“Yeah…” He hesitated to rest his hand on your bare thigh, the skin soft against his calloused palm as he squeezed lightly.

“Get some sleep. I’m across the hall if you need anything.” You assured, rubbing small, soothing circles to the taut skin of his back.

You swore you saw a ghost of a smile when he finally turned his head to look at you. “I’m suppose to be saying that to you.”

You felt horrible to leave him alone after his nightmare, his hand warm against your thigh and bringing comfort you weren’t aware that you needed. “Do you want to come and watch some tv? Try to relax your mind? Cartoons sometimes help me.”

A breath of a laugh left his nose, a brief moment passing before he nodded.

Entering your room, he shifted back and forth on his feet. Watching as you got comfortable in your bed before patting the spot next to you.

He was tense as he laid on top of the thick comforter. Hands smoothing against the fabric of his sweatpants as you flipped through different movie titles on the tv that hung on the wall.

And, though the animated movie you picked did seem to help, James’ mind was wandering to other, more pleasant places.

Like, how the swell of your breasts rose and fell with each breath, and what they’d look like littered in bite marks left behind in a fit of lust. Your fingers pulling and twisting a loose thread, and what he would give to feel your manicured fingertips dig into his skin. To hear needy moans and whines pull from your throat as he buried himself in the warmth of your cunt.

Snapping himself away from his filthy thoughts, James focused on the tv. Hand gripping the blanket that covered his lap in hopes to hide the swelling in his sweatpants.

But, you were more focused on how ridged his form was. Sitting up to face him with creased eyebrows, worry plastered across your features.

“Everything okay?” You asked quietly, fingertips cradling his jaw.

James leaned into your touch, a barely audible whimper leaving his parted lips. A vulnerable feeling bubbling in his chest when they grazed along his stubble and down the side of his neck, hand resting on his shoulder. “James?”

He hummed in response, eyes glued to your mouth when his name fell into the air. “Are you okay?” You asked again, this time slower before his warm right hand lifted. Knuckles gently dragging along your cheek before he nodded.

In a sudden motion, his lips slotted over yours. Sloppy and taking you off guard at first before a rhythm was found, calloused fingers carefully curling around the back of your neck in attempt to pull you impossibly closer.

He wanted to feel more, a desire that burned deep to feel your bare skin against his as he urged you to your back. Settling between your legs, leaving wet kisses along the column of your neck as his hips rocked forward. The friction eliciting a soft moan from you as your legs lifted to his hips.

He couldn’t wait any longer, shuffling his pants down enough to free his erection. A nervous look etching across his flush face as your hands cupped his cheeks. “It’s okay, take your time.”

Shaky breaths fanned your face as his trembling hand went down to grip himself. “Do you want me to-“

He shook his head and swallowed hard, trying to remember the last time he was intimate with anyone. “It’s okay, I’ve got it.” He murmured, bulbous tip prodding at your folds before he eased in. Trying his hardest not to jerk his hips forward and fill you in a single thrust when a shiver rolled down his spine.

The pain of the stretch was bearable, laced with pleasure as your arms went around his broad shoulders. Holding him close as his face buried in the crook of your neck, short, slow thrusts sending sparks of pleasure down your legs.

Words weren’t needed- quiet moans and the feel of his skin against yours being enough for both of you as the roll of his hips started to lose rhythm. Slowing to a grind as he tried to hold off his high.

But, it was too much, too overwhelming to even attempt to do as it wracked through him and made his whole body tense. Gasped out moans sounding in your ear as a pleased smile crept across your face.

“Fuck- I’m sorry.” He panted, face red from both excitement and embarrassment when he lifted his head to look at you.

Cradling his jaw in your fingers, you placed a sweet kiss to his lips. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“Let me-“ his knuckles grazed your inner thigh when you stopped him with a shake of your head.

“You don’t have to.” You assured, fingers threading in his thick hair.

“I want to. It’s only fair.” He insisted, slotting his lips over yours in a supple kiss as his fingertips glided along your glistening folds. Circling your clit before easing two of them into you, pressing into the rough patch just inside your cunt when he curled the long digits upwards. Eliciting a whine that he swallowed when his tongue slipped into your mouth, pressing into yours in a sloppier kiss.

He took his time, wanting to do it right as he curled and twisted his fingers against your velvety walls, breaths mixing together as you moaned into his mouth. Until, the throb of his cock took over again.

A needy whine pulled from your throat when he removed his hand. Quickly replaced with a gasp of a moan when he slammed into you. The pace much more rough as he held himself up on his forearms, lips brushing yours with every feverish snap of his hips and your fingers carving against the smooth skin of his back.

“Oh, god-“ you keened, legs tightening around his waist when the bubbling pleasure boiled over. Your walls clenching around him sending him over the edge as his hips pressed tight to yours.

Your body relaxed against the mattress when he slipped from between your legs. Leaving an empty feeling behind as he stood next to the bed and adjusted himself.

“I should probably go back to my room.” His voice was quiet as he found some tissues on the bedside table. Handing them to you so you could clean up.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you sat up. His eyes glossy from the afterglow as he looked at the tv.

“You can stay in here if you want.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky #bucky angst #bucky imagine #bodyguard!ws #bodyguard!bucky smut #bodyguard!winter soldier #bodyguard!au #bucky barnes smut #mafia!reader

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shotthemessenger · 2 years

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Noooo plss don’t delete your page ummm let’s see, have you watched Sk8 the Infinity?? If so can you maybe have black y/n be one of the founders of ‘S’ along with Cherry, Joe, and Adam. It can be a series or a one shot whatever you want it to be. 😭

au: I fucked up, so I had to rewrite it, sorry it took so long to come out T~T

This was never a good idea in the first place. Reki going against Adam? Maybe he's a masochist? Either way, this race is definitely a terrible idea. Miya knew it. Cherry and Joe knew it. Langa was the only one who didn’t. Well, that’s what he gets for being a knucklehead. Now he was paying the price, indeed.

Adam was being the usual asshole. He thought he was so cool. Screwing up a kid's mind, that fucking sadist. It was an unforgivable act. When you're greedy for power and gain it, it does things to you. Take Adam for a whole ass example. But once that man started putting his hands on that boy, your blood started to boil. But once he went flying off his board, you were in a blaze.

You hopped onto your own board, defying whatever rules he chose to make up. You catch up to them, including the Langa boy, very quickly. Adam was standing there, feeling triumphant, not until he saw someone rolling down the hill. He winced a little before realizing who was coming down the hill. It was you. The original. His one and only 'eve'. His smile widened, thinking he was about to gain praise, but he was sadly mistaken. You pushed him off his board and onto the ground.

Baffled, he quickly stood up and dusted himself off before looking at your foxy mask. Just the aura you gave off told him how mad you were. Him?! Doing this to a child?! You always thought he was an odd one out but not crazy to the point of attempting literal murder. You hopped off your board and approached him once again, kicking him in the chest forcefully. It blew the air out of him and while he was gasping for air you spoke up.

"So that's what you do? I entrust 'S' to you while I'm away and you fuckin do this?! This what we doin' now? HUH?!" You smacked him in the head, hard, and started pushing him by his chest. He coughed, finally catching his breath. "But, I did this all for you! I thought this was how you'd like it." He confesses aloud, which makes your temper even worse. You were so close to snatching off your mask but you knew you couldn't.

You smack him again, and again and again. Pushing him over and over, more and more aggressive as you spoke. Reki pointed out the whole interaction to Langa, to which Langa stepped in on. You sent two jabs to his face, not super strong, but enough to pack a punch and confuse him. As your anger rose you got even more aggressive. Sadly, not for long.

Langa steps in, first stepping in between the two of you, before just holding you back because Adam wasn't moving at all. He struggled to hold you back, but Cherry quickly took his spot while Shadow picked Reki up off the ground, Taking him away. Langa followed, leaving you to Cherry. Cherry pulled you away to where Joe was, to which they both gave you a hug while trying to calm you down. Adam followed you, being chaotic in a bad way. Since he was utterly obsessed with you and your skating, he couldn't not follow you.

"Kaoru… Kojiro..." You mumble, looking between the two of them. They really have changed a lot. Of course, Adam doesn't know how to leave you alone, and starts problems again. You walked up on him again, pulled him down by his collar and made eye contact. "Listen here, Shindo," You mumble the last part quietly enough no one could understand what you said. "I don't want to see you hurt them ever again. If you do, I'll kill you." Joe separated the two of you while Cherry pulled you back by your waist.

"You're so cute when you're angry." He smiles, disgusting all three of you. Cherry and Joe step in front of you, blocking his way to nearing you. "Back off." They say in unison. Adam was amused, and wanted to tease a little more, but they didn't let him. They quickly ushered you off, talking to you in a private area. Joe took off your mask and held you face, looking you over as if you were his lover. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you?" You'd answer but your face was literally getting squished between his big ass hands. Much to Adam's dismay, the show must go on, so the other races of the night continued.

After literal inspection and ten minutes of convincing Joe and Cherry to let you go, you pulled up to the hospital Reki was at. You heard the news, about his arm and the recovery. You apologized profusely which flustered them all. And then you introduced yourself. "Hello, I'm [Reader, Surname]. I'm the original founder of 'S'. I allowed Adam to basically co-host while I was gone but I didn't think it was this bad!" They dismissed it and asked about Cherry and Joe, looking for guidance. Seems like Langa has to race against the one and only now.

You offered to get them all together, to which they thanked you for. "Alright, I'll be going for tonight. You all get home easy and safe. Good night!" You all said, about to leave when you feel a tug on your sleeve. "Uh, when you get better, could you race me too!" For some reason this reminded you of getting confessed to. You chuckle softly and pat his head, then leave, not giving him a clear answer.

Once you reached your car, you started malding and seething. Fucking Adam, he's got guts, to say the least. You give him props for it, however. If he hurts one of them, you will make him pay. No matter what it costs you.

au: I got yo beach episode right here <3 @simpingforwakasa04

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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me and raph (shaking hands) _. having intrusive thoughts

(tw for intrusive thoughts)

My parents never told me anything about how to regulate them or whatever, if I mentioned them my parents would be like "HA you're weird. leave me alone". I tried telling someone at school once or something but they stopped talking to me because it was "too bad" smh. Never really talked to anyone about them after, even though I get some really bad ones.

Mine are all about death and injury and basically just people or things getting hurt, or me suddenly dying (oh no you're crossing the street! let's imagine your process of dying now :] <- an example). And I have this weird thing where usually I can't visualize anything in my head, BUT intrusive thoughts do not follow that rule so I could be just chilling and get the only visual thoughts of that hour/day/week and it'll be all messed up and make me feel ill and like a horrible person.

The worse ones I had was when I was about 13ish where I'd get routine thoughts of drinking blood and stuff. Like, I don't know why? but sometimes I'll get intrusive thoughts about that and eating raw meat <- this does not help the accusations held towards me that I am a vampire. Partly why I never have told anyone, because I've been called one (derogatory) by many people for most of my life.

I used to also get intrusive thoughts when I was really young that would turn into nightmares, but those nightmares and intrusive thoughts would gang up and for a few days after the nightmare I'd be completely terrified and barely able to do anything without having a panic attack. I have NO CLUE what that was but I'm well acquaintance with the horrors .

Honestly the worst part of intrusive thoughts to me is getting to that point where you recognize they're getting worse/darker because you're getting almost desensitized to the intrusive thoughts. Like I don't want to hurt people or see people get hurt but my brain!! for some reason! does!??

ANYWAYS that's a long way of saying "I appreciate Raph having them and not being treated like a terrible person because of it"

YO I ALSO IMAGINE DYING NEARLY EVERY TIME I CROSS THE STREET!! except for that one time i wasnt paying attention and got hit by a car. it's either "no thoughts head empty" or "what if you died violently?'

mine are mostly about sexual abuse and sexual acts & all that. That and violent deaths/accidents. (first year of college wasn't great for this cause I had to use a lot of power tolls and would be afraid that I'd zone out thinking about my skin being torn off and my bones being cut and then it'd ACTUALLY HAPPEN it was awful)

but some of the elaborate ones are about me being alone forever because I am an unpleasant person to be around, and a Disgusting Beast of a creature :)

REGARDLESS: glad my AU can help you! The brothers are nice to Raph about it cause for the most part, they understand. Splinter probably wouldn't be so kind... good thing he doesn't know about it!

#nnstuff #ask #intrusive thoughts #child abuse tw #teenage mutant neglected turtles

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oncedied · 1 year

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hi i guess?

Some of the text in this is highlighted and colored blue to make skimming easier.

The name's Cayde, without the 6, and undoubtedly not dead. I also answer to Nova, Spades or Six. 18 y/o, autistic he/xe queer transsexual My timezone is Eastern Standard (EST). in a relationship Aspiring content creator

On this blog, expect to find things relating to my fandoms, my hyperfixations, my OCs, my writing projects, and the occasional dash commentary post. My talking tag for all my original posts is caydeposting.

My non-fandom sideblog can be found at @cayde6feetunder.

I don't have a DNI other than don't be a weirdo, don't harass me or my friends, and don't try to start fights and/or drama with me. If I block you and you bother me asking why or you message me asking why I blocked [x person] you will be blocked too. Don't annoy me, basically.

My fandoms and interests primarily include, with major ones bolded and colored, secondary ones italicized:

Destiny

Dead Space

Red Dead Redemption

God of War

And a few more, I'll update this probably when I remember more that are worthwhile enough to include. But this should give a general idea as to what you would see here!

My inbox is always open! Feel free to chat, or send me ask game prompts when I reblog them and I'll try to remember to get to it. I don't bite, I would love to chat.

I am also a writer as a hobby, and I do in fact take requests! Headcanons, short drabbles, etc etc. Keep in mind that I will only answer NSFW asks privately, so if they're on-anon they will be deleted. This is for the comfort of my followers. I have an NSFW sideblog, but you're gonna have to hunt it down yourself! Anyways, here are some brief rules for the requests and other things:

If I don't understand a character well, I usually don't think much about them. So if it takes me longer to do your request, don't take it as a bad request or whatever! I'll try to get to it as best I can.

I primarily focus on the highlighted/colored/italicized fandoms listed above because I give them the most thought.

I am okay with headcanons and fics involving dark subjects, but I WILL NOT be writing anything proshippy, immoral, or otherwise disgusting. Subjects such as violence, gore, sui//cide, and things like that are on the table however. ALL WILL BE TAGGED USING THE "[x] TW" FORMAT. If you have a specific tag you have filtered, let me know and I'll try to remember to use it!

I reserve the right to decline your request for any reason. Don't take it personally!

Want to write a collab? Lemme know! I'll be glad to depending on other projects I'm focussing on.

I would love to hear about your own OCs and your own fics! Flood my inbox.

Now that that that's out of the way. Here's a brief list of my Destiny OCs that you'll see tagged and talked about here. Feel free to ask me about them! I will update this list as we go along. Keep in mind that I am cringe but I am free and I do not care if someone thinks I'm cringe, so what. I regularly reblog ask games involving my OCs, and it's preferred that if you reblog an ask game from me you send me a prompt from it. But you don't have to.

Nebula-10, main OC, Exo; main player character [ REF ]

Pulsar-11, Exo; secondary player character [ REF ]

Comet, Cabal; adopted son of Pulsar and Nebula

Star, Eliksni; adopted daughter of Pulsar and Nebula

Ace, Awoken; adopted son of Nebula and Cayde [ REF ]

Kookaburra, Awoken; adopted daughter of Nebula and Cayde

Atlas, Hive; Lightbearer Knight and Lucent Brood defect

"Mastermind" (Real name unknown), Exo; lead scientist aboard Nebula's ship

Lucifer, AI; the AI on board the Morning Star ship

Kinkajou, Human; girlfriend of Kookaburra

Diavolo-12, Exo; irredeemable asshole bounty hunter that kills for fun.

Cernunnos-18, Exo; local forest dweller.

Axel, human; Ace's boyfriend

Valiksis, Eliksni; bartender on board the Morning Star

Val'Urath, Cabal; mentor of Comet

Tankha/The Stardancer, Human; Morning Star Crew

Sarviiks, Eliksni; House Salvation defect

Phyliis, Eliksni; daughter of Star and Sarviiks

Hiriiks, Eliksni; son of Star and Sarviiks

Balriiks, Eliksni; son of Star and Sarviiks

Tharvi/Narvi, Eliksni; son of Star and Sarviiks

Tamarin, Ghost; Kookaburra's Ghost

Chip, Ghost; Ace's Ghost

Whirl, Ghost; Star's Ghost

Pup, Ghost; Nebula's Ghost

Elytra, Ghost; Atlas' Ghost

Synapse, Ghost; Mastermind's Ghost

Redrum, Ghost; Diavolo’s Ghost

Morrigan, Ghost; Cernunnos’ Ghost

Grandeur, Ghost; Kinkajou’s Ghost

Glimmer, Ghost; Comet’s Ghost

Greased Lightning/Greaser, Ghost; Axel's Ghost

Sapa, Ghost; Tankha’s Ghost

Screech, Vex Harpy; “Domesticated”

Here's a list of my fics to go read!

paradise unforgiven -- destiny fic inspired by paradise lost, about the traveler and the witness.

welcome home, son -- destiny fic about ace

#caydeposting #intro post

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