#I KEEP THINKING ABOUT WHAT I DREW AND THEN MORE SCENARIOS SCREAMS

[spaciebabie]

good god i need him bad

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[evanesdust]

more than a maybe

written for- @sterekfests prompt: "Kiss me at midnight." @sterekweekly word: present @sterekbingo Christmas square: new years eve

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Childhood Friends, Secret Crush, Gay Stiles Stilinski, Coming Out, Bisexual Derek Hale, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, First Kiss, Getting Together

Summary:

…the one where Stiles thought his crush on Derek was unrequited. Spoiler: it wasn't.

"Have you seen Derek?" Cora asked, handing Stiles a glass of champagne. "There's only a few more minutes until midnight…"

Stiles rolled his eyes, ignoring her teasing grin as he took the glass.

"No, I haven't." Which was weird since they were usually attached at the hip, but Stiles was definitely going to look for him now.

Cora smirked and moved away to join the rest of the Hales gathered in the living room for the New Year's Eve celebration. Stiles had a sneaking suspicion that she knew about his crush on Derek. Hell, Derek probably knew, too, because sometimes Stiles caught Derek studying him—as if he were trying to guess what Stiles was thinking.

His scrutiny certainly never helped keep the blood from rushing to all the wrong places on Stiles's body, including his cheeks. That damned blush had been the bane of his existence ever since he realized that his feelings for Derek were far from platonic.

Because they were friends. Best friends.

And that was what made this whole situation a giant cliché. Stiles couldn't risk their friendship over an unrequited crush on his straight best friend, even if every fiber of his being was screaming at him just to tell Derek how he felt. It was safer to keep those feelings buried deep down, where they couldn't cause any damage.

Stiles figured Derek was probably hiding away from the noise and the crowd, staring at the stars. So he made his way through the party to where he was sure Derek would be, and sure enough, as he passed the large picture window facing the backyard, he spotted a familiar silhouette sitting on the deck, looking up at the night sky.

Derek.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Stiles stepped outside and quietly shut the door behind him. The crisp night air bit at his cheeks as he walked toward Derek, trying to think of something to say that didn't involve confessing his undying love.

"Hey. You okay?" Stiles asked as he drew closer, his footsteps echoing on the deck's wooden slats.

They'd practically grown up together, friends since elementary school, and Stiles could usually tell if Derek was broodier than normal. From the stiff way Derek was sitting, something was definitely bothering him. There was only a two-year age difference between them, even though Derek seemed more mature at times—like he was an old soul who'd seen it all and had the cynicism to prove it. But also like a protector since Derek always seemed to be looking out for Stiles, even when it wasn't necessary.

Derek glanced briefly over his shoulder. "Yeah, just"—he sighed—"got some things on my mind."

Stiles sank down beside him and dangled his feet over the edge of the deck, mimicking Derek's posture.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Derek sighed again. "I know about your crush on me."

It was said so suddenly that Stiles tensed beside him, barely breathing. Fuck. His heart hammered in his chest, and he couldn't look Derek in the eye. This was it; this was the moment that would change everything. Stiles had imagined a hundred different scenarios, but he never expected Derek to bring it up first.

"I…I…" Stiles cleared his throat. "I'm sorry…if that makes you uncomfortable, I mean."

That was the last thing Stiles ever wanted. Derek was his best friend, one of the most important people in his life. The fear of ruining that was paralyzing.

"It doesn't," Derek said, turning to face Stiles with an intensity in his gaze that Stiles had never seen directed at him before. "It's just...I didn't know how to bring it up. Or what to do about it. I've been trying to figure out my own feelings. And they're not as straightforward as I thought."

Stiles was sure his heart skipped a beat, or maybe it stopped altogether. "W-What do you mean?"

Because there was no way Derek meant—

"I'm…I think I'm bi." Derek's confession came out in a rush, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to resonate with the importance of a shout in the quiet of the night.

Stiles felt like his entire world had just shifted on its axis. "You think or you know?"

"I know. I know I'm bi," Derek answered with more conviction this time.

Stiles's mind was racing, his previous worries suddenly replaced by a burgeoning hope that was probably reckless to entertain. Just because Derek was bi didn't mean he had feelings for Stiles.

"Well, that's—you know you can talk to me about anything, right? Like if you have questions or…" God, Stiles had no idea what he was saying. He just wanted to be there for his friend. To support him, regardless of how this might turn out because that was what friends did for each other. So, instead, he blew out a breath. "So, how did you—"

"Know?" Derek finished. "It was you."

Stiles's eyes went wide, his head snapping back to look at Derek.

Me? he wanted to ask, but it was as if speaking were a foreign concept. His mind couldn't wrap around a single word to utter out loud. All of this time, he'd been so wrapped up in his own feelings and fears that it had never occurred to him that Derek might be grappling with concerns just as considerable, perhaps even more profound. That Derek could be struggling with the same revelation about his sexuality, in part because of him. That maybe, just maybe, his feelings weren't unrequited after all.

"If I'm being honest, I've had… I've had feelings for you for a while," Derek admitted, looking away from him. His throat bobbed as his confession hung between them, tangible and heavy in the cool night air. Stiles could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was as if Derek had just presented him with the key to a door he'd been certain was locked forever.

"You…you have? For me?" Stiles stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and cautious optimism. Derek nodded, finally turning to meet Stiles's wide-eyed gaze.

"Yeah. For you, Stiles. I just didn't know how to say it, and I was scared it would mess up our friendship." Derek's voice cracked slightly with the vulnerability of his admission.

"But…" Stiles frowned, confusion mingling with the sudden burst of elation that was threatening to overwhelm him. "You just said that you knew I had a crush on you."

Derek let out a humorless chuckle. "I thought you might, but I wasn't sure. Not until now. And I was worried about how it would affect everything. Our friendship, the group dynamics, our families..." Silence hung in the air for a moment before he continued, "You mean too much to me to risk it all on a maybe. I love you, Stiles."

Was Stiles dreaming? The possibility of Derek returning his feelings was something he had never let himself hope for; it was too painful to even contemplate. But he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that when Derek said he loved him, it wasn't just as a friend. There was something deeper in his words, a resonance that couldn't be faked. Stiles's breath caught in his throat, and for a second, he couldn't find his voice. When he finally spoke, every word was laced with emotion.

"It's more than a maybe, Derek. It always has been," Stiles said earnestly, his voice thick with the weight of his own confession. With shaky fingers, he was brave enough to reach out and cup Derek's face. "I love you, too. I always have, and I always will."

Derek shivered and angled closer. Stiles's pulse blotted out the sounds of the nearby party and people counting down.

"Stiles," Derek breathed out, his breath hitching as their foreheads touched. "Kiss me."

So Stiles did.

Derek made a sound in the back of his throat—part groan, part sigh—as Stiles's heart galloped wildly. He was so afraid Derek would change his mind and pull away that Stiles reached out, tangling his hand in Derek's shirt and holding him steady. When Derek's tongue flicked against his, Stiles's entire body came alive, and he understood what this kissing thing was all about. It was breathy and heart-stopping and amazing.

They kissed for a long time, Derek's warm fingers gripping his neck and Stiles's twisted in his shirt, only breaking apart to catch their breath before going back for more. His lips were firm, his tongue was soft, and Stiles wanted to live in this moment and never come up for air.

But eventually, he did, panting softly against Derek's mouth, their foreheads still pressed together, eyes still closed.

Derek's hand, still on Stiles's neck, slid up into his hair, a gesture so tender that it made Stiles's heart swell even more. They stayed like that for a while, just breathing each other in, until the chill of the night reminded him they were still outdoors.

"Let's go inside before you freeze," Derek murmured, his breath warming Stiles's face.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed, voice hoarse from their intense kiss. "But, uh, what do we—"

"Tell everyone?"

Stiles nodded, wondering how the others would take the news. If Derek even wanted everyone to know yet because he wouldn't just be announcing that they were dating, he'd be coming out, and that was huge.

"Well, first I'll probably tell them that I'm bi. After that…" Derek took Stiles's hand, lifting it and kissing his knuckles. "We'll tell them we're…boyfriends?"

It came out more as a question than a statement, and Stiles's heart beat even faster—if that was possible.

"Are you sure?" he asked, not wanting Derek to feel pressured into putting a label on things too quickly. "We don't have to—"

"I've never been more sure about anything." Derek met his eyes, his gaze clear and steady. "I want to call you my boyfriend and have the world know that I'm yours and you're mine."

It was a yes—a resounding yes that seemed to echo in the quiet that followed, and a wave of relief crashed over him, mingling with excitement and a touch of nerves.

"Okay then, boyfriend," Stiles said with a grin that lit up his entire face. "Let's go inside and figure out the rest together."

Hand in hand, they walked back into the house, their future unwritten but promising. This was the start of something new, something real, and Stiles couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

#sterek #sterekfestsmidnight #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfests #sterekweekly #sterekweeklypresent #sterekbingo #holy shit i wrote something

[yanderes-galore]

Scenario where Raiden Ei trapped her darling in her Plane of Euthymia, so that her mortal darling would live eternally?

I am still stuck on her boss battle so... MIGHT AS WELL, RIGHT? I apologize if it isn't long enough, I did what I could for this ^^; Ngl, Idk how to write Ei for anything so I tried my best :)

Spoilers for Inazuma/Electro Archon backstory implied

Eternity

Yandere! Raiden Ei Scenario

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Ei is a hypocrite, Fear of death, Fear of abandonment, Implied Ei is dealing with grief, Forced relationship.

Ei never understood why you cry and scream. She saved you, so why do you look so terrified? You would've been corrupted... you would've died if not for her.

Mortals are so vulnerable to change. They can die so easily and rot due to time. Time... is a threat to eternity... this is because it brings change. Ei herself has seen the damage time and change has caused to her and her loved ones.

Despite this, she finds you screaming at her to release you? Yelling that you don't want to be kept by her in a state of immortality. She finds your response rather selfish.

Don't you know that only she chooses who's brought here? This plane of existence is special. It's meant to keep you both young and healthy, free of corruption.

This way she can't lose you, either.

You should think you're lucky. Out of any mortal she chose you to keep with her. She can make you comfortable in this place while she continues her meditation. There's no need to complain.

Ei remembers when she first met you. You were a loyal mortal servant of hers, wishing no more than to work for Ei and Inazuma. It was after the vision hunt decree was announced... after her obsession over eternity started... that you became a big target for the Archon.

Ei was not expecting to grow so attached to a mortal. She had many mortals to take care of. Inazuma is her region, the people here are hers to protect, so why was she so focused on only one? Was it because you two talked so often? Was it your loyalty? At the time, it didn't matter what drew her to you...

Ei just knew that you were someone she didn't wish to lose.

She's lost so many already. Those losses are what drove her towards her hunt for eternity. Maybe deep down... you reminded her of those she lost?

You were not blind to the Archon's attention to you. You were often invited to Tenshukaku to eat sweets with the Archon. She often chatted with you, giving you smaller jobs than other servants. You did wonder why she liked you so much. Were you really a close friend of the Archon?

Maybe even Archons need a mortal to confide in? You were never able to find out why Ei looked at you with such adoration and care. You swore when she looked at you... she muttered a name under her breath that definitely wasn't yours.

You never knew that while you occupied yourself with work, Ei worried about you. The longer she grew closer to this mortal and cared for them... there was a nagging feeling deep within her.

She could lose you at any moment.

If she could lose great warriors like in the war, how easy would it be to lose a weak mortal like you? How long would it be before some accident happens and she loses you too? Change is a threat to eternity... and time brings change.

She knew you wouldn't understand her reasoning. Not without thorough teaching and explanations. Either way, you didn't share Ei's paranoia towards life and death.

Which is why when she drags you to the Plane of Euthymia... you panic.

The moment her meditation started, you bombarded her with questions. Ei kept a stoic face yet your questions did annoy her. Why do you fight your Archon's decision?

You ask her where you are. You ask her why you're here. You wonder and wonder what you've done to deserve this.

Ei encourages you to see this place as a good thing. It's a reflection of her mind, she can make it more to your liking if you like. Although, no matter what she said, you only stared at her with fear.

Ei tries to tell you it's just you and her. Time doesn't pass here, nothing gets in unless she allows it. You do not need to eat, drink, or sleep. You are safe here... safe from time, change, and any enemy to eternity.

You argue that you never wanted this, a reasoning that Ei finds strange. You liked being mortal? You were fine with dying someday and leaving her? She'd never allow it.

Ei thinks if she tells you her reasoning... you'll listen. She tells you she's done this because she cares. She knows mortals like you are fragile... now that you're here nothing can hurt you. She claims that she needs you here.

But even when she offers you paradise... you yearn for something else like it's hell.

You yearn to return to your old life of all things.

Ei ignores your comments, arguments, and screaming. Surely a smart mortal like you will realize reasoning with her is pointless, right? Her mind is set... you'll reside here with her.

There's no need to worry about the outside world. She has a puppet assisting with all of her Archon matters. Now the Archon can focus on something else...

Ei can focus on preserving eternity... she can finally focus on preserving you.

"This is the best I, as your Archon, can offer." Ei smiles softly towards you, momentarily breaking her stoic mask. "Many seek immortality. Many seek companionship. Now you have both... with me."

"Ei..." You say, tears in your eyes. Only you and Yae are able to speak the Archon's true name, a developing red flag you noticed long before this. "What makes you think this is right?"

"Why wouldn't it be? I'm keeping the one I care for safe. I've... lost many in my years. But you... I'll never lose anyone I care for ever again, not even you."

"This is what you mean by eternity?" You ask sadly.

"Isn't it beautiful? A place where we'll never be infected with corruption. It'll be just us." Ei says softly, reaching out to hold your head in her hands. Her touch is gentle, if not a bit tingly like electricity on your skin. "No one else could take care of you like I am now. You shall be free of stress, free of pain... free from change."

Ei preaches about corruption and purification. You only look at her like she's crazy. You find it ironic.

Ei claims you're both free from corruption here...

Yet it appears she's more corrupted than she thought.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere raiden ei #yandere raiden shogun

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

I was SO inspired by this post, I've been thinking about it literally all day. Elana belongs to @that-one-thespian!!

TWs: burning mention, knife mention, torture, kidnapping, self-sacrifice, recapture (sorta??)

Mariano hummed to himself as he shifted gears, feeling the rumble of his car's tires against the dirt road. His phone felt like it weighed an impossible amount in his pocket, just waiting for him to pull into the driveway to break the news to the team about what was happening. Elana wasn't going to be happy with him, but this was necessary.

Marito, come to the attached address. I want to talk. It's been too long. Luis

Mariano knew what was waiting for him 3.7 miles away. Luis had never been one for tricks, not really, but Mariano knew what a talk meant when he wasn't your ally. A blowtorch, and a table, and a knife were waiting. Not ropes. Not restraints. He didn't need those anymore.

It wouldn't be pleasant, but it would get Elana back alive and in one piece.

She would be okay. She would even be able to drive if needed. It was the best case scenario--especially since if the rest of the team got involved, more people would get hurt. Luis knew their phobias. He'd been merciful so far; Elana hadn't been tied beyond what was necessary to keep her in the old, rickety trailer. There were no cages yet, no blindfolds or muzzles or freezers or water basins.

Mariano would make sure it stayed that way.

He turned down the dirt road, the landscape growing ever more rural by the minute. No one would be around to help. That was for the best. When he finally screamed, he wouldn't have to worry about getting the police called.

Mariano eased his car into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the weight of his sedan, and put it into park. He pulled out his phone. He called Archer.

It went to voicemail.

"Hi, Archer." Mariano's voice was soft and sweet as he started talking. "You're not going to be happy with me, and I'm sorry. Luis caught Elana, and he wanted to make a deal. He just wants me for an hour or two in exchange for only roughing her up. I'm sending you the address, it'll take you guys about an hour and a half to get here, but there's a shortcut on exit 35 northbound if you're worried. I love you, and I promise I'll see you in a little bit."

The sound of the call ending felt like signing his own death certificate.

He was being dramatic. This wasn't anything that would kill him, though, Mariano knew that. Luis was a man of his word. Mariano had done this before, every time he walked into the training room. Luis just wanted to torture him.

There would be a blowtorch, a table, and a knife. Mariano could do this. He stepped out of his car and pocketed his phone again. He didn't bother locking his car as he walked up the wobbly steps to the front door and knocked.

Luis greeted him with a smile. Behind him in an armchair sat Elana, cuffed and bound and bruised, the fury in her expression melting into horror and understanding. "Ah, Marito!" Luis drew him into a hug that Mariano returned. He smelled like lighter fluid and pain, just how Mariano remembered. "So good of you to join us. Elana said you wouldn't make it, but I thought I still knew you."

Mariano laughed, easy as he stepped inside. "Yes, yes, you know me, Luis." He sent an apologetic smile towards Elana.

"Now," Luis said, easing the front door shut again and flipping the deadbolt. Elana started to struggle harder, muffled shouts ringing through the air. "Mariano, tell me: do you prefer your arms or your legs?"

#elana #mage of violence #the leader #kidnapping #burning mention #knife mention #torture #self sacrifice #recapture

[peachsayshi]

Hiya Peach! Hope you’re living your best life!!!

Not sure if you’re still taking drabble requests for dad!gojo, but if so I wanted to see what your take on “Gojo finding out his s/o is pregnant” would be? I go back and forth on my imagining of his reaction to the situation-positives and negatives-and I’d love your take! You always write him so well 🤩 and I love using your fics for my own character hcs 😆

Also thank you for posting the Gojo drabble tonight-I screamed when I opened my app and saw it!! Your writing is so fantastic and I’m so excited whenever I see updates to your series or a new drabble on your blog. Keep it up! Honestly live for your JJK scenarios!!!! ✨

Thank you!! 💕

Dad Gojo x Female Reader (prompt: finding out you’re pregnant) 

- minors & ageless blogs dni - 

A/N: First off, I’m swooning over your comments right now! 🥺 I always feel like my Gojo can be slightly ooc because I write him soft and sweet, but honestly to me he’s such a good guy that I can’t help it! 🥺 I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get through these requests, I have so many of them half done/almost complete (including this) but I’ve been behind on actually cleaning and editing them for post! I hope you still enjoy this drabble, and I’m so happy that you enjoyed the previous drabble posted! 💕💕  You guys really help keep me motivated, especially on days when I just don't want to write period. So, I’m going to take the time to say THANK YOU. *please accept this 🍑 as a token of my affection. 

TAGS: pregnancy, discussing kids, alludes to abortion, angsty, fluffy, slight mention of smut

Satoru sat with his back pressed against the bathroom door. He tapped his fingers along the floor, his heart racing as he nervously tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

“...ok, it’s done…” he heard you speak from behind the frame.

“Can I come in?” your boyfriend asked a little too eagerly while still trying to maintain his calm demeanor despite feeling like he was about to combust.

“Five minutes,” you sternly replied. “We…I…have to wait.”

Satoru sighed, a tightness pulling across his chest from your particular choice of pronouns.

Did you really think that he would abandon you at such a crucial moment?

He rubbed his hands over his strained face, recalling the night you both had sex without any protection. Your boyfriend was sloppy too, completely losing himself to the intimacy of the moment being inside you that he didn’t pull out fast enough.

How could he when he was staring deep into your lust-blown eyes filled with nothing but love for him, when he could feel the tips of your swollen breasts brush over his chest as your bodies molded into one, and how you sang the most sensual notes as you clenched around him? 

Your apprehensive behavior is completely valid - he knew that. 

Despite being in a committed relationship together, you knew that you could never have a traditional future with the head of the Gojo family. You accepted him even after he told you that he can’t marry you, but the possibility of children…that was something neither of you ever took into consideration.

Not yet, at least.

“I’m right here,” he replied upon clearing his throat, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Seconds passed, the deafening silence only making the sorcerer grow even more nervous as he shifted uncomfortably in his place.

“I-I don’t know how to change a diaper.”

He perked up, “I…don’t either.”

“I forget to feed myself when I’m too busy…” you vented, “How…How am I expected to take care of anyone else?”

“You take care of me,” he kindly reassured, “Just like how I take care of you.”

“This…this is different. This…is permanent.”

Satoru drew in an unexpected breath, digging his nails into the flooring as his eyes widened in shock.

Why were you speaking like this?

“What makes you think that we are temporary?” he questioned defensively.

“I just…I don’t know if this is what you want. I would never ask for this kind of commitment from you, Satoru. You’ve told me many times that being tied down isn’t easy for you, and I know just how troublesome this will be if anyone were to find out…”

“Troublesome?” he blurted with a surprised laugh.

The quiet found its place between you both once more, and your boyfriend had a sudden urge to rip the door out of the frame to close the distance. Instead he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, channeling all his rational thought as he used his words to soothe you instead.

“I don’t see anything troublesome about a little baby that looks like you, angel,” he exhaled before resting his head against the door. “Pretty eyes, round cheeks, bonus points if it's a girl too…”

You sniffled, “not a boy?”

“And release another menace to society?” he half joked. “Although, I’m sure that my daughter would be chaotic in her own right…”

That earned him a small laugh on your part which he found relieving.

“How would this even work? We aren’t married.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that this baby will be ours.”

“But there’s so much to figure out and this is so…we didn’t plan for this, we haven’t even talked about this…”

“We’ll figure it out together.”

“But…” you kept insisting, trying to find the wild card in your relationship that’ll prove your worst fears crossing your mind. “What if you’re saying this now but you change your mind later on?  I-I don’t want you to feel trapped. I don’t want to force this obligation on you. I’m not asking you to take care of me, or…or this child…we would only burden you with more responsibilities…”

“You seem so concerned about me, what about you?” he interrupted.  “Do you want to have this baby?”

You chose to be silent.

For whatever reason you weren’t sharing what was on your mind, and it was driving your boyfriend nuts.

“Look,” he said, “We both were careless. If you’re not ready for this, then we’ll do what needs to be done. I’ll be there for you, and I won’t stand in the way of your decision. You matter in this too, but if you’re truly only concerned about my feelings…well, I think it’s cute how you’re getting all worked up...

He tapped his index finger against his chin while thinking over his words. 

“Honestly, with everything I deal with, this is actually an easy problem for me to fix. I can leave you to raise the child on your own. God knows that might actually be the ideal option. I can just...support you financially, if necessary…”  he breathed out a chuckle as he stared into the middle distance. “…it’s a good thing I’m loaded, right?”

“I guess…” you nervously replied.

“My life has always been burdensome, you see. Everything requires me to think twice, and I can see why you’re so worried about how this would reflect on me but really you are the one dealing with the ramifications of my problems…”

Satoru smiled to himself, “I’m sorry you had to settle for a man who can’t devote himself to you wholeheartedly but my love for you…has and always will be, the best decision I’ve ever made.”

He stood up, unable to keep himself grounded as leaned against the frame of the door instead.

“Let’s…let’s think about another scenario instead, hmm?” he proposed, “Maybe you move in with me, and we turn one of the rooms into a nursery. I’m sure you’ll have a great time redecorating. I’ll offer to pay and get it done, but I know you’ll want to paint the walls yourself and assemble all the furniture while forcing me to partake in such unnecessary labor…but I think we can build a home together...”

“I’ll be here as much as I can, and you know that there are a few good people who I trust who can look out for you on the days when I can’t. We’ll go to every doctor’s appointment, and I’m not ashamed to ask questions even if they sound stupid…” he carried on, “and it’s not like I’m completely clueless, right? I practically raised Megumi myself…so, technically we have a free babysitter considering I kept him alive all these years…”

He could hear a muffled giggle coming from behind the door, and knew you were listening intently to his words.

“…so yeah, maybe this…this situation is an opportunity for trouble. You’re not just having a child, after all, but my heir. These are things I should be taking into account but…for the first time in my life, I don’t see the implications of my decision. I just…I just see myself coming home to the love of my life and our adorable little menace. Sounds like quite a lovely picture to me...”

The door swung open, and Satoru finally relaxed his shoulders. Your eyes were brimming with tears and you immediately cupped his face in your palms before pulling his lips down to meet yours. His hands met your waist, and he hauled you closer into his body as your fingers tangled through the soft peaks of his snowy hair.

“You’re going to be an amazing dad,” you murmured against his lips, and he smiled into yours.

His slender fingers moved to spread across your belly, “really?”  

You nodded your head in confirmation before stealing a second kiss, then a third and by the fourth one you felt a dampness on your lover’s cheeks as you gently caressed over them with your thumbs.

“Satoru?” you questioned in surprise, but your boyfriend merely brushed his nose over yours as a heart melting grin tugged the corners of his mouth.

“I’m so happy, angel,” he reassured. “I’m so fucking happy.”

#scheduled post.🍑 #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff #gojo fluff #gojo x you #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x female reader #gojo x female reader #jujutsu kaisen fan fiction #jjk fan fics #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[greensagephase]

Dropping this at your inbox and then running away…

Haha no but seriously

I’ve talked to you about how I’m trying to work on Peter and his looks, I’m still figuring out how to draw him on my own style…

But in this case while I was looking for references I found a picture of the model on whom Peter Parker of insomniac videogame is based on and I just thought he looked so freaking cute there I melted 😭😭😭, im actually now obsessing over him , and I decided to try copy the picture (although the drawing it’s not that close to the style I’m focusing on my Peter drawings, it’s a lil bit different cause also I don’t know how to stick into a style yet I’m still figuring it out).

Anyway my thoughts just kept leading me on the fact that this would be a perfect picture that my Spider would have on her wall, one of the many she has of her Peter, it would probably have been taken by her on a date night where she took an improv picture of him looking at her softly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 or smth like that, idk I keep picturing lot of soft scenarios for Peter that I think I’m going insane.

So I drew a picture frame over it and her hands caressing the picture (?) Poe maybe giving it a kiss before putting it back on the wall, like it happened on one of the chapters of NVC, cause I’m a sucker about all those sweet tender moments where she remembers Peter, means so much to me, cause even before all these Spiderverse things and hyper fixations over Miguel, Peter(Spider-Man) is my favourite super hero so he has a special place in my heart.

So yeah here it is, a lil rendition to my Peter, that can change when I figure more out his style rather than basing him that much on the model hehe

No, the way I opened the ask and saw the drawing - let me just give you a mental picture of me - just imagine a woman sitting at her desk and looking at her laptop and then opening this and she just starts banging her fist on the desk and trying very hard not to scream too loud but also hyperventilating BECAUSE THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!! AND TENDER, AND SWEET AND ANA YOU GOT ME INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND REALLY CRYING!!!!!!!!!

The actor/model for Peter in the insomniac videogame - I think I'm going to start obsessing over him, too, don't mind me because HE'S SO CUTE!! Talking about him with you also makes me want to play the videogames even though I suck at those type of games but I'm seriously considering playing it!! (I've tried just swinging around and it was so much fun, hehe!!)

You got me CRYING over how this would be a photo of Peter on your spidersona's wall - you're SO RIGHT!!!!! And the little backstory on how this would be taken during a date night and reader capturing this moment randomly and the way it would be just one of the many, many, many times of Peter just staring at reader like this, with such pure love and adoration for her - I'm not doing well at all, I have REAL TEARS in my eyes right now just thinking about it!!!

🥺😭 It's so so crazy and I mentioned it so many times before to @sunsetdoodler but I never imagined reader's Peter to become so important to me - like, I'm fully attached to this character even though he's not an active character in the story but every time I write about him, my heart melts. PETER AND READER LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!! Their love was so beautiful and special - and I'm rambling now but I love talking about our Peter so much and seriously, this is so freaking sweet, tender, and beautiful to think about. I mentioned it in my message but sometimes I get the urge to write something about Peter and reader - like a regular day in their lives and how they interacted before he passed away in a one-shot but I swear - I don't think my heart could take it. I would be crying the entire time, I think 😭😭

AND OMG READER GIVING IT A KISS LIKE SHE DID IN THAT PART my brain can't think of which part specifically rn but I know which one you're talking about and I'm crying even more now when I have a mental image of what that picture looks like!!!!! I'm not doing well but in a good way, I swear!!! 😭😭😭

Also, I feel you so much!!! Peter (Spider-Man) has always had a special place in my heart even since I was a kid. Spider-Man was the first superhero I watched on theaters (Tobey Maguire's Peter) and ever since then, Spider-Man has been one of my top favorite superheroes!! No matter what new superhero pops up, Spider-Man is always there for me!!!

Ana, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME 😭❤️ It's made my night and even though I'm crying, they're happy tears!! Also, I'm so excited to continue to see your Peter take shape as you work on him and find your style drawing him. What I've seen already has a chokehold on me !!! 😭 THANK YOU!!!!!! 🥺❤️

#nonviolent communication #asked and answered #no seriously - I'm crying rn over how SWEET AND CUTE AND TENDER AND BEAUTIFUL THIS IS #I'm gonna go to sleep thinking about Peter now and imagining more random things about what our lives were like before #probably not a good idea but we love angst over here #nonviolent communication fanart

[realtasagartach]

I Have Thoughts, and I Must Write

Warning: Some spoilers

A couple of weeks ago, GLITCH and @gooseworx released The Amazing Digital Circus, a brand-new indie show. And it really is amazing. A short summary: Several humans are transported to a computer game with seemingly no way to escape. The ringmaster, an AI named Caine, comes up with different adventures to keep the captives “from going insane” as Ragatha put it. And when they do give up… Let’s just say it’s not pretty.

There are theories galore already with the pilot episode, and I’ve seen many videos that touch on the “C & A” thing that we see in that backrooms-esque thing Pomni runs through. But I’m not going to talk about that. I’m going to talk about a couple of things I’ve noticed that nobody else seems to be touching on.

Firstly, the fact that everyone forgets their names is genuinely terrifying. It’s the scariest part of the whole situation for me. In an early doodle gooseworx drew, it shows Pomni and Jax in which Jax says that they also forget what they looked like as humans. I don’t know about you, but if someone stripped me of my identity and tossed me onto a tiny island, I’d go absolutely nuts. More than Pomni by the end of it all. I think I could cope better if I could just remember my name and appearance.

Next is the fact that these characters can no longer eat, drink, or sleep now that they’re in the digital world. But they can feel pain? In the episode, Ragatha gets glitchy after encountering another character who “Abstracted” and crawled to where everyone is to be fixed up. She cries out, “I am in so much pain!” Now, I’d probably brush this off as an exaggeration if it were anyone else (Jax has said he’s hungry and asked if anyone wants to grab something to eat). Still, I’m inclined to believe that Ragatha is actually in pain and feels every bit of it. There was also one part where Jax was running, and he was out of breath. So, they need to breathe as well? Can they be suffocated? Can they feel anything else?

Keep in mind that this show has some inspiration from the post-apocalyptic story, I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream, in which an AI known as “AM” tortures the last few humans on Earth after decimating the planet and pushing them to their very limits. It’s more horrific than I’m letting on, and I don’t recommend anyone with sensitive stomachs to read it.

Lastly is Caine himself. I don’t know GLITCH or gooseworx, so I don’t know how much to trust them, but gooseworx has gone on record on Twitter that they’re a “fun-loving wacky little guy” even though he’s based on AM. I did notice something odd, though. GLITCH's channel has a series of “meet the character” shorts for every character in the episode. Every character besides Caine. That in itself is bizarre, but what's even stranger is that there is one for Bubble, the plucky sidekick to Caine that looks like they have the mentality of a fuecoco. Teeth like one, too. You’d think that the ringmaster of this circus would have his own introduction like everyone else. But he’s treated as more as The Cat from The Cat in the Hat. Someone who helps cause chaos but will help clean up when everything is done. I don’t know if I can take this at face value, but I’ll hold off on official judgment for the time being.

Bubble has his own short. Sure, Caine is there, but he’s not mentioned. Bubble is a character. But it doesn’t seem like Caine is. Something about Bubble is off somehow, and I don’t exactly trust him. If what gooseworx says is true, then Bubble is the most suspicious thing in this scenario. (Moon and Sun get the side-eye.)

So, these are my thoughts. I just had to get them out.

#the amazing digital circus #gooseworx #writing #i should be writing #glitch #i have no mouth and i must scream

[fuckmeyer]

Come Nightfall deleted scenes: Death & Sex

[in which Bella agrees to go to her birthday party...on one condition.]

“Can we keep—” Here goes nothing. Attempt number two. Alice, you better be right about something. “—practicing?”

Silence.

“I think it would be good for us.”

More silence.

“Hm.” He exhaled.

I spoke quickly to stop the oncoming flush of my cheeks. I drew patterns on his palm with my finger. It softened him. “We better understand—each other. I think it helps. Us.” My warm hand brushed the nape of his neck, a place I knew he loved.

He shook.

“We’re just figuring out—how it works. Plus, I think—maybe we need to... maybe it’d be good to... uh... blow off a little steam. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t, I—” His mumbles cut off. He licked his lips and stared at mine. “I think your idea of blowing off steam is a lot different than mine.”

“Not fundamentally.”

He exhaled again. “Last time—”

“Was a total fluke.”

Edward traced a finger down the contours of my neck and drifted to the base by my collarbone—the place where his fangs had pricked me. Last time. Accidentally, I might add.

He tapped the spot at the word: “Fluke would be something that were to go against my nature. Bodily harm is not a fluke in this scenario."

So finally, we were going to talk about what happened? Now? Several weeks later?

“There was no harm. It didn’t even hurt.”

No lie. The only thing that had hurt was the way he bolted like he’d committed some crime.

Or, not even that, really. It was the fallout. The nebulous phone-tag zone. The distance. The crushing fear and anxiety that clearly weighed on Edward’s chest every time any boundary blurred.

Even after all this time, he didn’t trust himself to get any closer. To make any move. To do anything.

Outside of his reaction, things were fine. Great, actually. Once the shock of the event had worn away, I stared at my bare chest in the mirror, my fingers stroking the raised mosquito pinpricks of stinging red that would disappear before the sun came up.

How could he bite like that, gentle enough to draw less than one drop of blood?

The thought of it, the feeling of it, made my molecules buzz and sing, made the world around me saturated with colors and smells and sounds.

Not. That. I necessarily wanted him to bite me again. Because that was dangerous. Obviously. But. If a situation arose where—

“No harm,” Edward echoed deadpan, as if he were calling me out on some lie.

I mean. Just saying. I could see a scenario where I’d be into something like that.

“Swear to god I didn’t feel a thing. —Didn’t feel that.”

“Bells.”

“What? We didn’t even notice at the time, so I don’t see why it has to be such a big deal.”

“I could have killed you.”

“No. You wouldn’t’ve.” For once, I captured his face in my hand. I had to make him look me in the eye. He couldn’t avoid me forever. “You just need to trust yourself more. You knew what you were doing.”

“I didn’t.”

“What? This was, like, the equivalent of a vampire hickey.” Edward scowled at that. “It’s true. You didn’t actually bite me. You didn’t change me. You didn’t drink my blood. Everything’s fine. Really. Honest.”

“Any amount of venom—”

“I’m in a relationship with a vampire. Stuff like this comes with the territory. I’m assuming.”

“I wish to God you could hear how insane you sound right now.”

“We just need a little—fine-tuning. We were getting better. Don’t you think?”

He shifted his weight as he mumbled, “I don’t think, no, I don’t think about—no.”

“Aw, c’mon. You don’t think? Even a little bit?” My eyes sparkled. “You don’t think last time was way better?”

Something screamed in the background behind us. Or maybe it was in the back of my head.

He laughed, incredulous, but maybe Edward was trying to hear himself over the noise.

“You want death and sex for your birthday, then, is that right?”

Still tittering, I said, “Wouldn’t you?”

“Be serious. I’m begging.”

“I am.” A glimmer of hope appeared in some distant horizon. “I’m not expecting us to—y’know, suddenly have sex tomorrow, or, y’know, whatever. Just practice.”

Silence. Like he mulled over our hypothetical contract in his head. Instead of a response, he gave me a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Then, with a sigh: “I want you to be happy.”

He never moved. Every passing second of silence made it feel like the bedroom got more cramped.

“Listen, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Or do anything you don’t wanna do. But if you don’t want me like that... you should say something.” I loosened my grip on his hands. “That would make me happy.”

He pulled it closer to him. “I—want,” he said, sputtering the last word with a desperate chuckle I hadn’t heard before. “I do. Want you.”

There was always something, always a but. I knew it. I understood it. Danger, death, morality, interspecies practicalities, yadda yadda.

All the same, it was frustrating for both of us.

“Then just, please don’t give up just because—we slipped.”

“Because I slipped.”

“We did,” I corrected. “I’m the one who—” asked for it. “Next time’s gonna be different. We’ll go slower. I’ll be vigilant.”

At least he found it funny. Though even exhaustion colored his smile. It at least got his lips back on my bare skin of my neck, where they belonged. “You? You’re going to be vigilant?”

“Well yeah. Next time I’ll be doing most of the work.”

“Hah hah.”

I said nothing.

Edward’s eyes narrowed; I could see the gears turning. “It’s your birthday.”

“It’s your turn.”

He brushed me off.

“Hey, I’m on the scene, man. Eyes out. I got you. If I think you’re getting too, uh, vamped up, y’know, I’ll—hands off.” I put them up like I was being arrested. “I’ll talk you down.”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“It has so far.”

“If I hurt you—”

“I’ll tell you. Promise. But you didn’t.”

His eyes never left mine. “I just need to know that you understand how serious this is. If things got carried away…”

Look. I got why Edward wanted to be extra super careful. I also understood why he thought I wasn’t prepared. The man went lengths to keep his mouth shut and life censored for me—that was no secret.

But I had more experience with vampires than he thought. So I must have some sort of trick up my sleeve for dealing with vampires. Right?

“I’m gonna do everything I can to help you be okay.” A glimmer of hope appeared in some distant horizon. The features of his face softened. I had him.

He sat up a little taller. Brushed my hair behind my ear. “Then come with me to sit down with Carlisle when he comes back from Arcadia tomorrow.” When I gave him a look, he answered. “If you want me to agree to this, I control the pace.”

“Yes, sir.” I shifted in his lap. He gave me a glare even as his body responded to mine. Blushing, I added, “Sorry. Yes. Don’t give up on me.” Those topaz eyes looked melty enough for me to “Just keep the dream alive—that’s all I ask. And I’ll do the party slash fun…thing.”

#twilight fanfiction #the twilight saga #twilight #edward cullen #bella swan #come nightfall #come nightfall outtakes

[jerek]

tww wrathion thoughts

pre-legion (and honestly pre-8.3 in bfa) there were a lot of takes centered around wrathion's vision for the future of azeroth. it was a lot of 'he predicted this' and 'he prepared us for this' and 'why isn't he here for this.'

And they were all valid points, of course!! Especially in Legion, because our first indication that Legion was going to happen was HIS vision of a future demonic invasion back in Mists of Pandaria.

But I was thinking about what content he DOES appear in post-MoP, and there's a bit of a worrying trend.

Wrathion tries to protect Azeroth during Cata. We never see anyone question the necessity of dispatching black dragons at this time (not even Fahrad, who barely offers resistance without the influence of the Old Gods.) By the standards of Azeroth's people, he succeeds.

In Mists of Pandaria, Wrathion tries to protect Azeroth...

And by the standards of Azeroth's people, fails.

Varian jumps off a fel reaver into a horde of demons and rushes headlong with an alpha_roar.mp3 into his own death. RIP 37 year old minor I can't believe Wrathion would do this. High king indeed.

Consider Wrathion's cameo in Admiral Taylor's garrison log. Admiral Taylor starts a garrison in Spires of Arak during WoD, and by day 12 Wrathion turns up and gets put under house arrest.

On day 15, a shipment of resources arrives as a gift from Wrathion, who also warns Taylor about the local creepy warlock Ephial. Taylor "doesn't trust either of them."

On day 27, Taylor returns from a trip to the Ring of Blood to find that Ephial's taken over his garrison, and loses his life trying to take it back.

So Wrathion, in Warlords of Draenor, as a fugitive from the Alliance, is still trying to protect the people who drew guns on sight of him at day 12.

The standards drop lower in BfA (Chromie also treats him with imo unnecessary suspicion during the Deaths of Chromie scenario in Legion but that's pretty minor) with Anduin punching him on sight.

"My father is dead because of you."

My brother in the Light your father is dead because he has been waiting for a chance to give up his crown since Jaina dragged him kicking and screaming back from the arena.

But seriously. This is really rich coming from someone whose only political move while at a semi-comparable age was 'I think kids should read more.' Anduin never tried to change the world at that age because he had people who cared enough to tell him it wasn't his job. He might still be waiting around for a uwu thick dwarf dommy gf if he didn't get such a high off lording his 13 years of life experience and political education over Wrathion's head.

Everyone else is born gay: for Anduin, it really is a symptom of sexual dysfunction. Just think: not even Wrathion could keep him away from Garrosh.

Back to illustrating the trend. What else does Wrathion do in BfA?

Well, we find him having brewed an anti-Old God potion. We also find him eager to apologize for past mistakes, take accountability, and in his own words, 'let his actions speak for him.'

When we enter Ny'alotha, it's Wrathion who guards our sanity.

So far, Wrathion's underlying motivations have always been the defense of Azeroth. Whether he succeeds or fails, his ends remain the same.

Now: what about Dragonflight?

"The legacy of my flight." "I will save what matters most to mine." "Claiming the Obsidian Citadel."

Granted, he does mention "defending all of the Dragon Isles."

But where's his passion for Azeroth? Do we really believe Wrathion would be 'at home' cooped up in a citadel full of people he's never met before, with smog choking the sky and blotting out all the stars? Do we really think Wrathion has more of a familial bond with Ebyssian, let alone Sabellian, than with Left and Right?

The ultimate insult to any character (ask Garrosh fans) is to revoke their identity for the sake of someone else's story.

Khaz Algar is going to be full of Titan secrets and lost peoples.

And, unfortunately, I'm not confident that Wrathion will be there... because I'm not confident they'll give him screentime without a chance to 'humble' him.

Where's the runestone enthusiast? Where's the mogu historian? Where's the master weaponsmith, the enchanter who imbued those legendary cloaks? Is he entirely eclipsed by the fugitive?

I want him to see the sun-gem in Hallowfall. I want to hear him laugh. I want to hear him stumble over words he didn't mean to say aloud. When Blizzard says he's arrogant, and he only cares about himself, they forget how many people genuinely loved him before Anduin swung that fist.

#wrathionposting

[felicitythekittycat]

When I got these messages out of nowhere, I immediately panicked. I had an idea of who sent the messages but I had no idea what they would actually do, and my mind went to the worst possibilities. At the time, I was terrified and acted irrationally. I completely snapped and reacted by making a post to try to appease them. I tried to explain every bad thing I had experienced in the last few years in terms of it being my fault, even if I was just an observer, or had been taken advantage of in one case. I stayed vague because I didn't know what this person wanted from me, and tried to keep it brief instead of going into all the details, and my habit of self-blame implied far worse things than what actually happened. Not that I'm saying I'm completely innocent. Far from it. But my irrational and panicked response caused more harm than good and I need to set the record straight.

the roleplay group that ended August 2021 I mentioned, I may have technically been the oldest but the age range when the group started was only 15-18. We were in the pandemic and trying to escape from reality. I fell into the same destructive attention-seeking patterns as before and I beat myself up for not being a "responsible adult" even though we're only 1-3 years apart. I was a shit friend again. I'm so sorry, Asriel.

And to clarify the biggest issue: In October 2021, I joined another RP community. I fell into the same selfish patterns again, having written a character who was very pitiable and self-loathing. I met someone and we became friends! We had started writing character lore and group events. He wanted to include hypnosis which seemed innocent enough, but it started to make me uncomfortable. I kept thinking I was reading too much into his odd requests but when his character tried to force mine to "say something submissive" I put my foot down IMMEDIATELY and it went no further. That was as far as it went, it was never explicit at any point, and I found out later he was getting off the hypnosis itself as a fetish. I felt violated. I STILL feel violated, and ashamed. I let myself get manipulated by a kid 5 years younger than me into roleplay that he got off to, but who the fuck would believe the adult in that scenario? That's the truth of what I vague-posted before, and the main reason I felt the need to explain myself once I calmed down from the initial panic of those anonymous threats. I have also now cut contact completely.

With regards to the sender of the anonymous message:

In 2019, I tried to introduce a friend to friends in a large community, but things went poorly to an explosive degree. Instead of defending her, I joined in making fun of her reaction and continued to the point of slander. If she did something I didn't like I’d complain to someone else about every little thing she did to upset me instead of saying it to her face so we could fix it. This spiraled out of control.

I had this conflicting thought process of not wanting to bother people with my problems and wanting validation from everyone, which meant I’d act vague about what was wrong and then get upset over these problems not being magically resolved. I was a very passive-aggressive, sometimes outright aggressive person. I was also loud and attention-seeking, too focused on what I was feeling to acknowledge how I hurt other people with my actions.

Looking back on these conversations, I don’t know what my mindset was at the time. I would fight her heavily over her agreeing to set boundaries for me. I would panic and just start screaming at the smallest sign of conflict. I complained to people over conversations that were ultimately civil, or at the very least snarky remarks that she had already apologized for. I’d get frustrated over the most stupid stuff.

As we started to talk more, a joke ship between our characters emerged. I loved the idea at the time and drew fanart because it made me feel special and validated. I would use this to get closer with her and get her attention, throwing fits if I didn't get it. At some point I talked to a friend about it and realized how "problematic" the ship was because of not only the age difference between my character and her version of Dust Sans, but also how abusive the yandere trope as a whole was. I flipped and became resentful, but instead of being straightforward I started slandering it. I used the phrase ‘pedo-ship’ to describe it due to the age difference between Dust and my character. I was referring to the ship, not the creator, but I should have been more careful with my words, especially given her past. I was careless and cruel with how I talked about her.

In March of 2020 things came to a head. We cut contact for our mutual well-being, as we kept hurting each other. I lashed out, yelling more and more about everything and escalating things further. This all stopped in August of 2020, in response to a potential lawsuit. I didn’t know what the lawsuit was about at the time, other than knowing it was related to the awful things I said about her. I just stopped talking about the situation then and there. We hadn't had contact since, until now. In that post, I stated I hadn’t changed and used the above incidents as example. Again, I made that post and those claims in a state of panic, reverting to the state I was in when I last talked to the sender. Nothing can actually fix what I did, and the trauma I inflicted won’t magically be resolved with an ‘I’m sorry’. However, the approach I took to this situation ultimately only made things worse, and it’s best if I’m more honest with my past actions beyond saying ‘it’s all my fault’ with no explanation.

Despite bumps in the road, I’ve gotten better at addressing interpersonal issues as they come up instead of bottling it up. I still think low of myself, but I’ve become better at recognizing those behaviors and my own faults. I’ve resolved not to take out my self-hatred and aggression onto my friends anymore, and I have come to better terms with my past actions, as shitty as they were. I still have a lot I need to work on with a professional therapist. I went to therapy for a little over a year, until it seemed like I was no longer benefitting from it. Then I stopped going. I’m not sure if it was me needing to grow more or if the therapist wasn't a good fit, but I am seeking seeking help again so I can improve myself and stop making the same mistakes.

I'm sticking to my inactivity. I'll come back eventually, but for now, it’s best if I stay off of social media and focus on myself. My 'confession' post reflected my feelings at the time but not an accurate depiction of what actually happened, and did more harm than good. I just wanted to correct that before I move on. Personal growth isn’t something I want to flaunt and say “see? I’m better now!” It’s something that needs to be shown and consistently worked on. And I will continue to do that.

[jstarswrites]

The upside down. Again.

Chapter 10 is here and it is a big one! It got really long. I may have gotten carried away... whoops. Anyway, enjoy!

The Outcasts Masterlist

Steve drove the RV to a random field just outside of town. You, Steve, and Nancy did a perimeter check before the others got out. Once you gave the all clear, everyone spilled out, glad to get out of the RV and into the warm spring sunshine. You went around handing out the body armour Erica had got for you, making sure everyone had one. Both Steve and Eddie objected, but you gave them the firm glare of the Big Sister, and they both relented, slipping their clothes on over it when they went to change.

Everyone split into groups to get ready for the night. It almost felt like your last night on earth. You shook your head, looking around at them all. You weren’t going to think like that. These people, your friends, your family, everyone was going to make it through, even if you had to fight a hundred Demobats, and drag them kicking and screaming into the real world and away from the monsters. You’d made promises. To your mom, that you would always keep Dustin safe. And to Eddie, that you were in it till the very end. 

To Max’s mom, that you would always take care of her. To Lucas’s parents, that you would look out for him, and now Erica, too. You’d promised Robin’s parents you’d always be there for her. And you’d told Nancy’s mom, only yesterday morning, that you would all be safe. To Joyce and Hopper and El. They might be gone, or on the other side of the country, but you would do your damn best to live up to those promises. Ride or die, that was agreed long ago. 

You approached Max, Lucas and Erica first. Max had her headphones on, and her eyes closed, and you knew she was preparing for tonight. You let her be for a bit, talking to the Sinclair siblings softly first.

‘How are you two doing?’ You asked. ‘I know this is a lot, Queenie, especially as you’ve only been with us since last summer, and this is all still new to you.’

‘I’m okay,’ Erica assured you, smiling at the nickname you’d given her after the first D and D session you’d held with all the kids over the summer. ‘It’s a lot to take in, but I’ve got it.’ 

You nodded and turned to her brother. ‘How about you Champ? I know it’s hard, because it’s Max that’s in danger.’

Lucas nodded. ‘It is, but I trust her.’

‘Yeah, Trouble is pretty damn tough,’ you agreed. ‘But she’s still gonna need you tonight. So, want a hand getting ready?’ 

You helped Lucas and Erica run through possible scenarios and ways to get out of them with everyone intact for a while. You checked their armour and made sure they had extra batteries for their walkies and torches. Max finally took her headphones off, leaving the music playing when you were finishing up. You drew her off to the side so you could have a private conversation. Mostly for Max’s benefit; so she could talk about her fears without Lucas hearing.

‘Hey, Trouble, you doing okay?’ 

Max nodded. ‘I can do it. I’ve been filling my mind with good memories.’ 

‘That’s a good idea,’ you said, smiling at her as you walked in a circle around your little camp. ‘Don’t forget the silly times, too. Like that time, Dustin fell down a hill because he was too busy telling Steve he was right.’

Max laughed. ‘Or the time Dustin sprayed Lucas with hairspray for making him jump.’

You both laughed at that. ‘You know you can tell me anything, Trouble? Whatever it is, I can handle it. I’m the big sister. It’s my job.’

‘You say that a lot,’ Max said.

‘What?’

‘That you’re the big sister.’

‘I am,’ you shrugged. ‘I adopted you all.’ 

She smiled. ‘Okay.’ She nodded. ‘I guess I’m a little scared. Obviously, I don’t want to get hurt. But I trust you all. And I trust Lucas.’

‘He’ll pull you out, no question,’ you said, nodding. 

‘Oh, I meant to tell you,’ Max blurted. You looked at her. ‘You and Eddie are sweet. You’re a good match, I think.’

‘Thanks, Trouble,’ you said, hugging her tight. ‘Go and think of some more memories, yeah? And don’t forget to eat.’

‘I won’t.’ 

You smiled and turned to Steve and Robin next. You plonked yourself down in front of them, and Robin passed you a pile of rags. You were preparing Molotov cocktails for them to hurl at Vecna. Since he didn’t like the heat, you were gonna have yourselves a little barbecue. 

‘You doing okay?’ You asked your best friend. 

Robin nodded. ‘Yeah. I mean, sure, is Vecna the scariest thing I’ve faced? Yes. Am I slightly terrified to go back into the upside down? Also, yes. But, and it’s an important but-’

‘Like a queen’s butt?’

‘Bigger.’

You both laughed.

‘But,’ she continued. ‘The Russians were scary, too. So was the Mindflayer. And we beat them.’

‘Yeah, we did,’ you nodded, high fiving her. 

‘So, yeah, a little scared, but mostly fine.’

‘You have your armour?’

‘Of course.’

‘Steve?’

Steve sighed, rolling his eyes at you, before pulling his shirt up to show you the armour underneath. ‘Yeah, I got it the first few times you told me I needed to wear it.’

‘You’ll thank me when you make it out in one piece and the Demobats don’t get another taste,’ you told him, getting to your feet. 

‘You can tell me you told me so when we get out of this, okay?’

‘I will.’

You went to sit with Nancy, who was lying on the grass and enjoying the last of the sunshine. You lay down beside her, letting the warmth of the spring sun wash over you. Nancy turned to look at you. ‘You doing okay, y/n?’

You smiled. ‘I was going to ask you that.’

‘I know,’ she said, smiling back at you. ‘I’ve watched you check on everyone but yourself. You really gotta remember to think about you sometimes.’

‘Eddie does that,’ you told her, turning your head to watch him as he and Dustin put together weapons for tonight. They were messing around and playing in the afternoon sun. It was a rare sight, your brother just being a kid. And the sight of him and Eddie was one you wanted to keep forever. You wished Jonathon was here. He’d be the one to take pictures of everyone. You had half a dozen of them on your wall at home. He’d taken so many of your party, at various stages in your lives. 

Nancy smiled at you. ‘Eddie’s good for you. You’re good together.’

You nodded, smiling. ‘How are you doing without Jonathon here?’

She shrugged, her face turning sad. ‘I’m coping. At first, after Fred died, it was hard. I thought I was alone. But then Steve and Dustin and Robin and Max turned up. And it was just this big wave of relief. Because I wasn’t alone. I had all of you guys here.’

‘Yep. We stick together,’ you told her, holding out your hand, the scar on your palm matching the ones on hers and Jonathon’s. 

‘Always,’ Nancy smiled, taking your hand and squeezing it. 

You sat in comfortable silence for a while. ‘I guess we’d better get to it.’

‘Yeah, not like Vecna’s gonna get killed while we lay here,’ Nancy said, getting to her feet and brushing her clothes down. She held a hand out and you took it, letting her pull you to your feet. 

You brushed your clothes down. ‘You never know in Hawkins.’ 

Nancy laughed, shaking her head at you and heading over to Steve and Robin.

You turned to find Dustin standing beside you. You pulled him into a hug, holding on tightly for a minute, letting go when he started squirming. ‘Aw, Squish, do you not like my hugs?’ You asked, grinning at him.

‘When I was little, sure,’ he said. ‘But I’m not a kid anymore.’

‘Well,’ you said, drawing the word out. ‘Tough. Because I’m not gonna stop just because you’re a high schooler now.’

Dustin sighed, shaking his head, making you laugh and lift his hat so you could ruffle his curls. ‘Ahh,’ he cried, swatting you. ‘Not the hair.’

You stood in comfortable silence for a moment. You followed Dustin’s gaze to where Eddie stood, talking to Steve. ‘I know you aren’t thrilled about me and Eddie,’ you started.

‘Who said that?’

‘Squish, you’ve been glaring at him every time he touches me,’ you said, rolling your eyes. 

‘I’m your brother. That’s my job,’ he said, crossing his arms.

‘Where’d you get that from?’ You raised an eyebrow at him in question.

‘Steve.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘Of course. Look, Squish, I appreciate you looking out for me.’

‘That’s my job,’ he replied, nodding at you.

You had to laugh. He looked so businesslike. You were going to have hit Steve. You’d get him later. You turned back to Dustin. ‘But I can take care of myself.’

‘I know. But I asked Eddie to look out for you, not make out with you,’ he grumbled.

‘I thought you liked Eddie?’ You asked, confused.

‘I do,’ Dustin replied, surprised. ‘He’s cool.’

‘Then why can’t I date him?’

Dustin turned and looked at Steve. You caught on. ‘Squish,’ you said sadly. ‘Steve and I are friends.’

‘Well, he won’t date you or Robin,’ Dustin pouted.

‘Yeah, because they’re friends, too. We are all platonic with a capital P,’ you explained.

‘It’s not that I don’t like Eddie,’ Dustin murmured. You nudged him gently, letting him know you were listening. He sighed. ‘But what if he hurts you?’ 

‘Why do you think he’ll hurt me?’

‘I don’t. This is just a hypothetical.’

‘Okay, so what if he hurts me?’

‘Well, I’ll have to be on your side, right? Because you’re my sister,’ he continued. 

‘You’re worried about losing a friend?’ You asked, wrapping an arm around him as he nodded. ‘Oh, Squish.’ You hugged him for a long moment. ‘Look,’ you said, releasing him so you could meet his eyes. ‘If Eddie and I don’t work out, he will still be your friend, and I will still want you to be his friend.’

‘You promise?’ Dustin mumbled.

‘Yes. I promise,’ you said firmly. ‘But, just so you know, Eddie and I, well, we’re all in, okay?’

‘All in?’

‘Dating, everyone knowing we’re together, all that stuff,’ you told him. ‘I don’t know exactly what we’re doing after graduation. We’ve talked about it a little, but we’ll still visit, and call, and write to you. We’re not gonna just leave you, ok?’

Dustin nodded. ‘Okay.’

‘Thank you for looking out for me, Squish. But I’m the big sister. It’s my job to look out for you, okay?’ You said, hugging him again. ‘So you let Suzie know I’ll beat her up if she breaks your heart.’

Dustin looked alarmed. ‘She would never-’

‘Then now you know how I feel about you saying that about Eddie,’ you said.

Dustin sighed. ‘Alright.’

‘So go and tell him you approve, would you? Because he’s scared you don’t. And he loves you,’ you told him. 

‘He wants me to approve of him dating you?’ Dustin asked, wide eyed.

‘Uh, yes, doofus. You were his friend first,’ you laughed.

Dustin nodded. ‘Okay. Eddie!’ He yelled, running over to him. 

You laughed, shaking your head. 

You took a seat on the grass, watching their interaction. Before long, Eddie hugged Dustin and then made his way over to you, bending down to press a kiss to the top of your head. He sat next to you, slinging an arm around you. You reached up and linked your fingers as he pulled you in for a long, sweet kiss. 

‘You and Dustin have a good talk?’ You asked when you finally pulled away for air.

Eddie grinned at you, pure happiness radiating from him. ‘He gave me his blessing.’

‘Yeah?’

‘And I know I would’ve dated you even if he hadn’t,’ he said, bringing your other hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles, making your cheeks heat. ‘But I’m not gonna lie and say I didn’t want it, anyway.’ 

You nodded. ‘I was the same. Did he tell you why he was hesitant?’

Eddie shook his head. ‘No, did he tell you?’

‘Idiot,’ you said, shaking your head fondly. ‘He said he was scared that if things ended badly between us, he’d lose a friend because he had to take my side.’

‘Never gonna happen,’ Eddie said firmly. ‘Us ending badly, or me and him not being friends anymore.’

You smiled. ‘I know, but if it did-’

‘Nope. Not happening,’ he said, putting a hand over your mouth. ‘Sorry, you’re stuck with me.’ You laughed and licked his hand. He grinned and leaned in close. ‘Kinky, sweetheart. You wanna play that game, now? Here?’ 

You giggled, and Eddie removed his hand, revelling in the sound. He really did love it when you laughed. Especially when he was the cause. 

‘Idiot,’ you smiled, kissing him softly. ‘And yeah, I know, we’re in it till the end. But I told Dustin that if, for whatever reason, we don’t work out, you and him would still be friends. That I would want that for both of you.’

‘I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. I really don’t deserve you, y/n,’ Eddie said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

You sat together for a while longer, watching as the sun began to set. You turned to Eddie. ‘You ready for this?’ You asked, meeting those brown eyes you loved so much. 

He nodded. ‘I’m good. I’ll have my girl and my best friend by my side. What more could a guy ask for when he’s heading into danger?’

‘You promise me you’ll be careful, Eddie?’ You said, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. ‘I can’t lose you, okay?’

Eddie kissed you, this time full of passion and heat. You gasped softly as he pulled you onto his lap, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses across your jaw and down the curve of your neck. When he kissed you again, you buried your hands in his hair, running your nails across his scalp and making him groan. He tasted like cigarettes and mountain dew, and his arms wrapped around you tightly made you feel like the safest girl in the world. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing hard and looking a little dazed. 

‘I promise you, y/n Henderson, I will be careful and come back to you,’ he told you, looking you directly in the eyes. ‘I am not giving you up for anything. Not even death will stop me.’

‘There will be no death,’ you told him firmly.

‘Nope, not even a tiny bit,’ he promised. 

‘Good.’ 

He kissed you again, your name falling from his lips as you kissed him back. 

You all jumped back in the RV once the sun started to set properly. You were splitting up, and a big part of you didn’t like that. How would you keep them all safe, keep the promises you had made, if you weren’t together? Eddie, who always seemed to be clued in to your moods, wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. You leaned into him, letting him be your strength for a little while, just this once. You remembered what you’d said to him the day all of this started. 

You got through this together. 

Hugging Max and Lucas and Erica goodbye was hard. You were struggling to keep it together, knowing Max was walking into danger and you wouldn’t be there to protect her. But you kept the tears from falling through sheer will, waiting until they were safely ensconced in the little park opposite the Creel house and the RV was pulling away before you let them fall. Eddie held you while you cried, and Nancy and Robin both came to sit with you, letting Dustin sit with Steve for a bit. You talked through your worries, knowing that all you could do was make sure Nancy, Robin, and Steve got to Vecna in one piece so they could end this and, therefore, save Max.

When you arrived at the trailer park, night had truly fallen. You didn’t bother hiding as you walked to Eddie’s trailer, holding his hand tightly, your other hand clutching Dustin’s. You stepped inside, closing the door behind you, feeling like you had stepped into another place, another world, shutting out the one you belonged in and the safety it provided. But if you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t felt safe since the day before Will went missing. Ever since, horrors had plagued your safe little town, and nothing would ever make it feel safe again. 

Getting back to the Upside Down took only a few moments. And then you were saying goodbye to Nancy, Steve and Robin. You hugged Nancy tightly and made her promise to be careful. And to make sure it hurt when she killed Vecna, for Max. You clutched Robin to you tightly, rocking side to side and laughing with her. She made you promise to be careful this time, and you swore you would. You told her not to be a hero, and she said she’d try. Steve was last and as you hugged him, you felt your eyes welling up again. You weren’t normally this bad, but this time, this was harder. No El, no Hopper, no Joyce. And you were all splitting up.

‘You be careful,’ you told Steve as you released each other. ‘And if anything happens to me, you take care of Dustin and Eddie.’

Steve nodded. ‘You be careful, too. And if something happens to me, you take care of Dustin, Robin and Nancy, yeah?’

‘I promise,’ you said. ‘But nothing is happening to anyone. I’ve already forbidden it, and I’m the big sister, so everyone has to do as they’re told.’

Steve laughed softly. ‘Got it. Stay safe, y/n.’

‘You too.’ 

He hugged Dustin and clapped hands with Eddie. It was Eddie who spoke up first. ‘Make him pay. For Chrissy, and Max.’ 

Steve nodded. ‘You got it.’

Waving goodbye, the three of you, the Distraction Team, as Dustin had named you, got to work. First, you shored up the trailer. Dragging bits of metal and hammering them into place over the windows and doors, leaving only the roof vent open for you to all shimmy through. Once you’d confirmed the bats couldn’t get in, Eddie set up on top, while you and Dustin went through the trailer on the inside, putting up another layer of defences. You’d be drawing a lot of them to you, and you were taking no chances. You blocked up every hole you found, every vent you saw, and with Dustin’s help, built a sliding panel to go over the roof vent once you were inside. 

You headed up to join Eddie on the roof, looking out over the upside down. Dustin hadn’t been here before, and he spent a long time staring out over the not-Hawkins in horror. You eventually dragged him away, giving him a long hug and then handing him the walkie to monitor. You stepped up to Eddie, his hands going to your waist, and kissed him. You ignored Dustin, who was making gagging noises behind you, and let yourself fall into the kiss. Eddie held you tightly to him, a hand going up to tilt your chin for easier access. 

Eddie pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. ‘We’re ready, sweetheart. We’ve got this, you know that.’

You nodded. You took a deep breath before you spoke. ‘I meant what I said, Eddie. No heroics, okay? You’re already a hero in my eyes. You’ve saved me twice now. Let’s not go for a third time, yeah?’

‘Hmm, not sure I can make that promise,’ he replied, kissing you softly. ‘If it comes down to you, or me, I’m always gonna pick you. Same way I know you’d choose Dustin over you.’ You opened your mouth, but he cut you off. ‘It’s your job, I know. Well, as your boyfriend, it’s my job to protect you, okay? So let me. I love you y/n Henderson. I need you to know that. I don’t care that this all seems to be happening too fast. I don’t care. I know what I feel, and I know I love you. So come back to me, okay? Because I want to tell you I love you for the rest of my life.’

You let out a soft gasp. ‘You love me?’

‘Like totally, completely, love you.’

You kissed him, holding on for a precious few seconds. ‘And I love you, Eddie Munson. I’m not just saying this because we’re about to fight for our lives. I’m saying it because I mean it. And because I want to tell you I love you for the rest of our lives, too, okay?’

Eddie’s answering smile could have lit up the entire upside down. ‘Then let’s make sure we both come back, so we get that life together, huh, sweetheart?’

‘It’s a deal.’ 

You sealed it with a kiss.

Robin came over the radio to tell you it was time. Eddie picked up his guitar, strumming the strings as Dustin turned the volume on the amp up as high as it would go. You stood ready with the spear and shield your boys had made you, keeping an eye on things to the right of Eddie, while Dustin took the left. And then it started. 

It was hard to keep your eyes off your boyfriend while he played.

You already knew you loved his hands, but watching him play guitar gave you a new appreciation for them. The song he’d chosen, Metallica’s Master of Puppets, which felt strangely apt considering the enemy you were facing, had only come out a few weeks ago. Which meant that he’d spent his time learning to play it as soon as it had come out. You knew people in Hawkins were small-minded. You knew that most of them were jerks. But none of them would ever be lucky enough to know your boyfriend. To know that behind the band shirts and the menacing appearance, there lay a heart of pure gold. And you loved him, for everything he was, and everything he wasn’t. 

It didn’t take long for the bats to come around. You and Dustin kept them off Eddie as he played. There was a lot, but your spear kept them from coming too close, and the shield on your back impaled any that tried to attack you from behind. Soon, there was a swarm, and you, Dustin, and even Eddie had to shove them back, to stop them from overwhelming you. You kept stabbing, feeling the strain in your muscles as you took another one down. 

‘Do you think we’ve given them enough time?’ Dustin screamed.

‘I don’t know,’ you yelled back. ‘There are a lot of them, though.’

‘Think it’s all of them?’ Eddie asked, stabbing a bat that was trying to get to you. 

‘I hope so, even if that’s bad for us,’ you replied, stomping on the head of a bat that tried to bite Dustin. 

‘Do you think they have him yet? I mean, we’d know if he was dead, right?’ Dustin called, spinning as a bat hurled itself at him and letting it impale itself on his shield. 

You nodded, turning to exchange a look with Eddie. ‘They need more time.’

‘Do you think I should play again, draw more to us?’

‘It could work,’ you mused, then nodded firmly. ‘Okay, do it.’ You turned to Dustin. ‘Dustin, you need to go inside.’

‘What? No, I’m not leaving you!’ He yelled, frowning at you.

‘You have to,’ you told him. 

‘No, no way!’

‘Yes, Dustin! You have to go!’ You shouted at him in desperation. You grabbed his arms, making him look at you. ‘Listen to me! I need you to go inside the trailer, okay?’

‘Y/N, come on!’

‘No, listen! I need you to go inside and keep watch, okay?’

‘Keep watch?’

‘Yes, when it gets too bad out here, you have to pull us in, okay?’

‘And if we don’t come, then you force us. Do what you have to, okay? Guilt trip us, physically trip us and drag us inside. Whatever it is, you have our permission. I have to keep my eye on making sure no bats get to Eddie and me. I won’t be able to keep an eye on how many of them there are. So that’s your job, alright?’

Dustin nodded. You could see he didn’t like leaving you, but he also knew you had to be smart, and that team kill Vecna, as he’d dubbed them, needed more time. ‘Okay,’ he said, finally. ‘I can do that. You promise me you’ll come in when I say?’

‘I promise.’ You hugged him tightly and then helped him into the trailer. Only his eyes stuck out so he could watch the skies. 

You turned back to Eddie, taking up a defensive stance and covering him while he picked the guitar up again. This time, he picked a song for you. The first bars of Motley Crue’s shout at the devil made their way to your ears, and you grinned. You watched as more Demobats swirled around you, creating a vortex as they homed in on Eddie. You stepped forward, spear held ready, a piece of cloth drenched in vodka now wrapped around it, waiting for you to set it ablaze.

As the air got thick with bats, you lit your spear. Now instead of fighting, you played defence. Stabbing and lunging, keeping the bats away from you and Eddie. You whirled around him, making sure none ever got close to him, protecting him as he played and kept them away from Nancy, Robin and Steve. You kept an eye on Dustin, who had his thumb held up, so you knew when it would be time to retreat. You swung round to protect your flank, whacking away a group of bats who had swept down to attack you. 

Ten more minutes of this, and Dustin flipped his thumb down. You nodded and turned to Eddie. He put down his guitar and picked up his spear, and the two of you headed to the vent. Eddie covered you as you climbed down, taking your spear so he could keep them at bay. Once you were safely inside, you and Dustin guided him down safely as he climbed in backwards so no bats could follow you. Once inside, you and Dustin slid the hatch across, locking it into place with thick deadbolts. Something slammed against it, once, twice, three times. The hatch held. 

You put your spear out and turned to face your boys. ‘Think that was enough?’

‘Has to be,’ Dustin said.

‘We gave them a half hour,’ Eddie said.

‘Seriously?’

‘Yep,’ he nodded, checking the watch he always wore. Dustin had fixed it for him in Max’s trailer. ‘That seems like plenty of time to me.’

‘Me too,’ you nodded. You turned to your brother, pulling him to you. ‘Thank you for trusting me, and for doing as I asked.’ Dustin nodded before stepping back. 

You turned to Eddie, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. ‘Excellent playing out there, baby. I particularly like the second song.’

‘All for you, sweetheart,’ Eddie said, kissing you again. ‘All for you.’

All three of you froze when you heard a ferocious roar.

No one moved until the walkie in Dustin’s hand chirped.

‘Dustin?’ Came Steve’s voice through the walkie. ‘We did it. Vecna’s dead.’

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Fic: Point of No Return

Gallifrey, Leela/Narvin

Rating T, Hurt/Comfort

Narvin has decided a grand sacrifice is necessary - Leela has other ideas. an AU-ish scenario for set sometime after Erasure.

TW for brief mention of suicidal ideation and mentions of grief

“What would I do if you didn’t come back?” Leela all but screamed in his face. Her hands shook out of a competing mix of rage and fear. She was no longer sure which emotion was winning. Narvin stared back at her in shock, completely astounded at her vehemence, looking every inch the idiot she knew him to be. Narvin’s hand dropped from the side of the door he was about to walk through.

They’d come back to CIA headquarters in a brief interlude to regroup and assess how to tackle the madness outside. Pockets of corrupted timelines had been erupting like mini volcanoes around the citadel. Chaos reigned as cybermats were frantically devouring everything they could make contact with. These metal arthropods made Leela’s skin crawl unlike any other being she’d encountered. They swarmed, ate and replicated faster than she could slay them. She’d seen them skeletonise several of the Chancellery Guard and the screams still rang in her ears.

“This is about protecting you, protecting Gallifrey” he replied with a base note of unnatural calm in his voice.

She wanted to shake him. This wasn’t like him. He stepped away from the door frame, seeking to placate her with an unusually tactile gesture of comfort. More alarm bells went off in Leela’s mind. Narvin’s countenance was nothing if not constant. She could’ve set her timepieces to his reactions. She had shadowed him long enough to catalogue his response to almost every situation a temporal conflict could throw at them. This strange, flat, worry free Narvin at peace with a decision of this magnitude unnerved her greatly. He’d volunteered to go into the largest of the breaches. He planned to try and run a reconnaissance mission to find out how they could seal off their world from the cybermats belonging to that timeline.

“What’s important is preserving what we’ve built here and keeping Gallifrey safe has to be the priority. These things are literally eating our people alive, Leela. This plan will hopefully give Romana the information she needs to secure the citadel. If I can’t relay the information we need to close all the breaches at once by finding whatever’s generating them you can seal the main one behind me using the remaining artron explosives,” he continued, with an outragingly even temper, which only served to stoke her ire further.

Her anger throbbed behind her eyes, spreading through her temples and down the muscles in her neck which twitched in sympathy from the strain of holding herself back from drop kicking him to the floor and shaking some sense back into him.

“This mission is suicide” she hissed back at him through gritted teeth.

“Maybe,” Narvin conceded. “But my remaining life weighed against Gallifrey's future? There’s no contest. I’ve run every scenario I can think of - this plan has the highest mathematical chance of success” Narvin paused, his brow furrowed, looking genuinely confused as he considered his next sentence. “I thought you’d understand? If this mission fails this could at least be considered a honourable death”

That did it. Leela had had enough. For a supposedly enlightened species, time lords really didn’t have two spare pieces of emotional intelligence left to rub together. Her internal battle between rage and fear was over. She stalked the two paces back to the entrance and slammed the door with a hand over his shoulder, pinning him. She got inside his personal space and crowded him back against the closed door. They were still inches apart but he had no room to escape. Although Narvin was several inches taller than her, what she lacked in stature she made up for in strength and force of will. Fear briefly flicked across Narvin’s face as she drew herself up to her full height.

“Do you really think your death would mean so little, that we could make any future secure? That we’d make wise choices for the future of Gallifrey, in good faith knowing we’d sent you to oblivion? I rely on your counsel and companionship just as much as Romana relies on mine.”

Her voice had started as a hoarse whisper but grew louder as he remained silent. Leela pressed her free hand to his chest directly between his hearts pushing her fingers against his breastbone to emphasise every single word. Narvin looked even more startled than when she’d yelled inches from his face. His blue grey eyes had grown wide with confusion and disbelief.

“Why have you given up on us? Why do you want to leave?”

Leela’s voice began to crack under the strain of keeping the tide of emotion back. Living on Gallifrey had placed restraint on her emotional responses but it had never quelled her depth of feeling. The loss of Narvin hurt like a wound, even though it hadn’t yet been made. The weight of the foreshadowed grief knocked against her ribs, expanding and pressing down on the fire of her anger leaving only emptiness behind.

“What if it was me? What if I took your place? Would you let me go so easily?”

She couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. The memory of losing her husband, the fear of being left again all came flooding back. She’d been ready to follow Andred into the great hereafter, consumed by loneliness and loss, her sense of purpose had been disoriented for years. She’d found herself again, anchored in her relationships in the axis, Mancipia and their own Gallifrey again. Leela’s head became a loud jumble. A cacophony of mental pressure crushed against her eye sockets. She winced against the feeling. He couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t let him. Why couldn’t she breathe properly?

She rested her forehead against Narvin’s shoulder, willing her mind to quiet as if the pressure of his padded uniform could smother the thoughts. Leela heard his breath stutter as she made contact.

Narvin grasped the hand trembling against his chest. Leela’s fingers were delicate and warm underneath his palm. His mind reeled at the turn the last ten microspans had taken. Perhaps in this instance, the logical choice, the sacrifice needed to maintain Gallifreyan order was not the right decision to make. He’d been so sure. Her importance to Gallifrey had never been doubted in his equation, but the idea that he could be a necessary component of her calculation of the situation had been unfathomable. She couldn’t be the one to go through the breach. Romana needed her. Leela was flush against him, shaking slightly as the adrenaline and anger drained from her body.

He inwardly cursed the lack of conclusive evidence needed to deduce his next course of action. He would have to go on instinct. He hated instinct. He steeled himself for rejection.

“I would never let you go if it was my choice. Never”

He fixed his eyes on the back wall of the room whilst he spoke, as if the focus on the blank plaster could protect him from the emotional vulnerability of the situation. Leela didn’t raise her head. She mumbled something into the collar of his uniform. Gingerly, Narvin lowered his head to hear her better.

“Then you understand why I can’t let you leave.” Leela repeated into his chest.

Narvin stood still in disbelief. That couldn’t mean what he thought it meant. She couldn’t possibly feel the same way about him, as he did for her. He’d known he was in love with her since the axis, and been in denial about his attraction to her for much longer than that.

Leela tilted her head back to find his gaze. Narvin was frowning into the middle distance, clearly having an internal debate with himself. His silence was unusual, but the reciticence of timelords to face interpersonal relationships was not a new concept for her.

Cautiously, so as not to startle him, Leela took her free hand to his cheek and felt the softness of his skin above the line of his beard. Their eyes locked. With a quiet grace, Leela rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss. She was tired of pretending she didn’t feel things anymore.

Narvin’s arms came around her and pressed her tighter to him, but he didn’t seek to deepen the kiss and she could feel the nervous energy in his arms as he held her. She kissed him again, threading both her arms around his neck to wind him closer still.

Narvin felt the last of his reserve crumble as Leela deepened the kiss and captured his lower lip. Leela’s warmth surrounded him completely, her presence and softness intoxicating. His sense of time drifted. He had no idea how long they’d been embracing when she pulled away, watching him with one of her devastating megawatt smiles that illuminated her entire face.

“If we go through the breach, we do this together or we find another way. I don’t want to be separated again.” Leela told him softly. “There’s always a way around”

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Hey my sweet NC girl! Since you allowed me to keep requesting stuff I'll, sure as hell, take you up on that offer right now. Mind you— you don't have to write it if you don't want to, yeah? Okay, so I've been rewatching Love, Rosie last night, bawled my eyes you, jada jada. This just screams for a perfect hometown Drew and Y/N story? Like, them being in love with eachother since they could think, them having moments. Maybe even having that drunk kiss, obviously Y/N not getting pregnant by some random guy but definitely Drew leaving NC to fulfill his dream of being an actor in Hollywood. Y/N staying back because she never thought of herself as someone who could fit in in the Los Angeles lifestyle,— hoping Drew wouldn't find a girl there but the inevitable obviously happened. Y/N tries to distract herself with some guy they both went to college with— you know what I'm getting at, right? No matter how many times Drew finds himself being with a girl that's not her he's always going back to her, in a way. They always find their way back to eachother wether it be a family get together (his and her family are super close because they've been attached at the hip since they were like 3) or some hometown thing, maybe you could incoperate Brooke's graduation or Mack's wedding??? Omg that would be so romantic 🥺 And maybe they actually have their happy ending at the wedding? I hope you even know the movie, otherwise this isn't making much sense. I just know you can do this so well, describe live in NC to a t. Mean Something 10 was amazing, by the way!!! So excited what happens next, love you 💓

okay so you sent me this so naturally i went and watched the movie and can i say I CRIED LIKE A BABY? IT WAS SO GOOD SO THANK YOU FOR THIS REC!!!! also p sure this is one of the longest things i’ve written;-)

Kiss Me

pairing; drew x reader

warnings: language, alcohol, bffs to lovers scenario

seven

The boy next door.

The one who had became so quickly your best friend after your moms bonded over the flowers your mom planted at the mailbox.

Then, the two of you were attached at the hip, lying side by side while doodling, listening to music, running all over the backyard with your hair matted to your foreheads from sweat.

Your parents watched as the two of you climbed trees, fought dragons, and giggled way too hard at the fact one of you was hiccuping to the point you’d puke.

twelve

Middle school was terrifying, and there was nothing more terrifying than middle school boys.

Drew would ask you why you’d hang out with him if all of the other boys were so gross. “Because you’re not like them.” You’d blatantly reply.

The reality was that you were really learning about your emotions, your feelings, all of the things that a pre-teen girl was going through. And with a choppy haircut and all of the scary changes that both of your bodies were going through, you started to like each other… “like-like” you’d write in your diary.

sixteen

Drew pulled up to your house in a beat-up Honda, a squeal eliciting your lips as you trampled down the stairs. “I can’t believe it! You’re driving, by yourself!”

Drew stands tall inside the driver side door, grinning as he taps the top of the faded red roof. “Isn’t she a beaut?” You agree, patting the hood as you slide in the passenger seat. “You’re my first passenger, hold on.”

The two of you had a short lived adventure, leading the two of you to Cook-out and the local Wal-Mart where the two of you shared a tray of food and people watched.

Drew looked over at you as you attempted to suck the milkshake through the straw, complaining about how they were just too thick. He grinned, watching you as you struggled to take the lid off of the cup.

After minutes of struggling, you set down your cup and turn your body to face him. You have a smile on your face. “Okay, I have to tell you.” “Go on.” Drew turns his body towards you. “Grayson… asked me on a date! He invited me to the movies.” You squeal.

Drew feels his heart twist in pain, but quickly puts on a smile. “The-the senior?” “Yeah!” “Don’t you think he’s a little too old? I mean, we are freshmen.” Drew offers. “Oh, don’t get your tighty whiteys in a wad. He’s barely 18!” “And you’re only 15!” “I’m almost 16!”

sixteenth birthday party

Your hair was curled, dress on with heels to make you taller, make up to make you look older. You had every intention - to impress Grayson.

Every thought left your mind when Drew was the first to arrive, present in hand and a smile adorning his face. “Happy birthday, y/n/n! Now you can drive me around.” He wraps you in a hug, and you don’t miss the way the hug lasts a little longer than usual.

He pulls back, taking in your appearance. “You look… wow!” You grin at his reaction. “Do you think Grayson will like it?” You ask. Drew’s face falls. “Uh, yeah. He’d be crazy not to.”

The night passed on with dancing, singing, and more than enough sweets. But there was one thing missing… him.

While you tried to enjoy your night, his lack of his presence didn’t go unnoticed. You kept an eye on the door at all times, making Drew promise that he’d tell you if he slipped in. Drew continued to give a sympathetic smile when you’d make eye contact.

Drew made it his goal to make sure you had a good night by spinning you around in the middle of the living room while your friends danced around you. It seemed with every twirl, you were using it as an excuse to search around the room.

When the night came to an end without so much as a text or call, you finally let yourself cry.

It was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to be having the night of your life, and the one person you dressed up for didn’t even show up.

Drew walked in front the kitchen, after helping clean up the dirty plates and disposable cups, just to find you on the couch with your head buried in your hands.

“He didn’t come.” You struggle to get out. Drew rushes to your side, pulling you into him as you cry into his shoulder. “He’s not worth it, y/n. You deserve better.” He curses Grayson under his breath as he rubs your back. “You deserve so much better.”

prom

Drew watched Olivia from afar as the two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in the library. When you looked up, eyes meeting where his followed, your stomach tied in knots.

Push it away, y/n.

“Dude.” You whisper, bumping his shoulder. “What?” He shakes his head, looking back to you. You force a grin on your face. “I’m sure she can feel a weirdo staring at her.” “Can you blame me?” He asks lowly with a laugh.

You shake your head, leaning over your paper to finish writing your notes. “Why don’t you just ask her to prom?” You say, not looking up. “Because we always said we’d go together.” He reasons.

You sigh. “Leo from English asked me, I turned him down for you, but I’m sure he’s still up for it. Go, don’t miss your chance.” You encourage. “Are you sure?” “Yes, now go.” You laugh as you shove him from the chair, earning a playful flick to your shoulder. “Fine.”

You had to remind Drew several times that he needed a new tie, considering it was going to match yours originally. When Leo picked you up, he hardly complimented you after a few forced pictures.

You gave your tickets to the chaperone running prom, as Leo led you in to all of his friends. Obnoxious and barely giving you the time of day, you stood around, watching others dancing and laughing, regretting your suggestion for Drew to take Olivia.

It hurt even worse when you caught sight of them, dancing like no one was watching closer to the front. You smile sadly, knowing it wasn’t fair for you to be upset, but you couldn’t help the feeling.

Leo grabs your hand, pulling you back into the group before attempting to dance with you. His body comes behind you, grinding behind you to his own beat - you weren’t even sure that the two of you were listening to the same song by how offbeat it was.

“Lookie what I have.” He pulls a flask out of his pocket, showing it off to his friends before passing it around. You take a swig yourself, in hopes that it’ll make the one night you should look forward to in your high school years go faster.

“I’m going to go get some punch.” You say over the music. Leo waves you off as you walk to the table lined with plastic table clothes and scoop some of the punch in the cup.

“Holy shit!” Drew comes towards you. “Look at you! Are you having fun? Where’s your date?” Drew is breathless as he scoops his own drink. You point over to the obnoxious group in the corner. “Where’s Olivia?” “She’s over there.” He points towards her, and it appears she gushing to her friends. You give a small smile. “Glad you’re having fun.”

You’re not sure how much alcohol Leo has consumed or where he’s found it, but you know he’s too far gone and anyone could see that. You roll your eyes at his slurred words.

Your arms are crossed and though you were only tolerating this and were prepared to call your parents for a ride home, the line crossed when his hand moved down to your butt and squeezed. You quickly slide out from his touch, which only results in him getting angrier and more handsy.

“Stop pushing me away.” He grunts, pulling you into him. “No, stop touching me like that.” You protest, attempting to pull him away. His group of friends seem to find entertainment at your struggle and suddenly you’re feeling defeated.

“I said stop!” You yell louder. This still doesn’t gather much attention, but enough for Drew to storm over and grab you from his grasp. “She said stop.” Drew argues, pulling you behind him. “Always coming to her rescue. You won’t be around forever for her, dude. She needs to get a grip.” With a shove to Leo, Drew is pulling you out to the sidewalk.

Olivia follows close behind, and wordlessly stands away from the two of you. “Are you okay?” You ask. “No. I’m just going to call mom to get me.” “No, shh, here.” He shimmies his jacket off, placing it around your shoulders. “I could take you home.” He offers. Guilt swirls in your body when you hear Olivia her throat.

“No, have fun with Olivia.” You assure. “I don’t mind.” He whispers. “I’m fine, Drew. I’ll get a ride home from Nat.” She says, annoyance laced in her voice. “Are you sure?” “Yep.” She walks off, the door to the gymnasium opening to reveal loud music and loud hollering. “Come on, I’m ruining your date.” You whine. “You ruin nothing for me.” Drew mutters, helping you up.

twenty-first

Blind-folded, you walked down what felt like a driveway, hands being held by Drew and your friend, Ana. “Almost there.” Ana says, a grin evident in her voice.

When you climb a few steps, you are ushered into the door and the three of you stop. You feel Drew’s fingers move to work on the tied bandana around your eyes before whipping it off, revealing your friends. Being home from college during your birthday paid off to see everyone you loved together - even your best friends that you’d made on campus.

The night scurried along while you bounced from person to person, thanking them for coming. No one hesitated to slip you another drink, and that’s to say your cup never went empty.

“Thank you for this.” You gushed to Drew who was leaned against the counter, placing more drinks on the counter. “You know I’d do anything for you.” He says with a grin.

You’d had one too many shots and you’d found yourself dragging Drew to the backyard where your friends were lamely dancing around with their alcohol filled systems. You were right there with them. You sang loudly to the music as you swirled around, holding onto Drew’s hand as he moved you back and forth.

You turned around, grinning as Drew pushed your hair from your face. “You’re the best.” With tequila coursing through your veins, you wrap your arm around Drew’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Drew eases into it, the long waited moment of his entirety is actually happening. You bust into a laugh, before grabbing his hand to refill your drinks. While his heart is racing, your mind is boggling the lights, music, and people.

The next morning, you wake with a groan, covering your eyes from the sun. “Shit.” You mutter. You slowly place your legs over your friends bed, who must’ve taken downstairs after the party with the rest of the stragglers.

With the sun blazing into your eyes, you almost stepped on Drew who was passed out with a tiny blanket barely covering his body. You grin as you topple down with him, causing him to quickly wake, eyes filled with sleep. “Y/n? You okay?”

“Barely.” You mutter. “Do you need ibuprofen? Water? I can go find some.” “Shhh, no. I just need to rest. I can’t remember a thing from last night.”

Drew’s heart turns in his chest. “Nothing?” He whispers. “Just getting severely fucked up. That’s it.”

moving away

You swallowed hard, attempting to hold back the tears that were welling up as Drew loaded his final bag into the car. You didn’t want him to see you cry, but you still had the drive to the airport and sending him off.

You walked away for a moment to gather yourself, being reminded that this would be the first time you’d been away from each other. Since you were young, the two of you had been inseparable, all the way into college years when you both got accepted into the same university.

Using the tips of your fingers to catch the tears before they started their travel down your face, you turned around at the words, “I’m ready.” You were, in fact, not ready though.

As you got in the car with Drew, his parents driving behind you, he took a moment before starting the car. “I told you, you could always come and we could get an apartment together or,” but that wouldn’t work. That wasn’t your life.

“Drew.” You say calmly. He gives a sad smile. “I know.” “It’s just not my life out there. This is your life. And I’m proud of you, so damn proud of you.” You give his hand a squeeze.

The airport was typically one of your favorite places. It built the excitement of preparing to travel, getting there early to binge on junk, read a book, and buy a coffee or two. But today, it was your least favorite place.

As you all walked into the sliding doors of the airport, you were greeted by the hustle and bustle of those trying to make it through TSA, get outside, or saying goodbye to their loved ones. That was the hardest part - saying goodbye.

You waited patiently as Drew triple checked his flight details and went down the line to say goodbye to his family. They branched away from the two of you as Drew stopped, dropping his bags to fulfill the hug he’d been dying for.

“Promise me you’ll visit?” He whispers, his lips right in your ear. “I promise.” “Just say the word and we can arrange something.” You grin through already free falling tears. “Okay, Starkey.” “I’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you more.” His arms linger around you, his heart growing more and more sad.

“You gotta flight to catch, Carolina Boy. Go show LA what you’re made of.” You pat his back, but the several kisses he leaves on your temple doesn’t go unnoticed.

the first video call

“… and I’ve met so many amazing people. You would freaking love them.” Drew gushes over the pixelated screen. “I’m sure they’re great.” You grin, situating yourself on the bed to lay forward.

“I miss you, you know?” Drew says with a sigh. “I know, I know. I miss you too. But, it sounds like you’re making some great friends.” Drew attempts to perk up at your words, taking in your appearance through the screen. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“LA looks good on you.” You compliment his fresh tan, the way his hair has lightened slightly, and the way his blue eyes are complimented. “NC still looks good on you, but I think you should come give LA a shot.” “Never gonna happen.” Drew’s heart falls.

getting over her

Drew knew this was where he was supposed to be… right?

The lights flashed throughout the club, his friends teetering on tipsy to almost gone. Only having nursed two beers, he was content with the level of “let-loose” he was.

Ciara, a close colleague from a recent short film made her way into the seat next to him. “I’m thinking I need to get out of her.” She says, breathlessly. A grin adorns her face as she looks up at Drew.

Drew tries to look at his friend differently, tight ringlets, big brown eyes. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she wasn’t you. But - no matter what, it wouldn’t work. It hadn’t yet. So why would it now?

Drew takes his shot. “Yeah, me too. Let’s get out of here.”

meet Ciara

“I have someone I want you to meet.” Drew coos over the phone.

The last time you’d talk to him was over a week ago, not very like the two of you, but you both were busy.

“Okay.” You say, sitting up in your chair at your desk as you push strands of your hair back. “This is Ciara.” Drew looks nervous yet happy as he pans the camera to the woman next to him.

Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. She was gorgeous, beyond that. “Hi, y/n! Drew’s told me so much about you.” Maybe she’s just a friend. Hell, y/n, get yourself together. The two of you could never work. Let him be happy.

“She’s uh, my girlfriend.” Drew says to you, as Ciara cuddles into him. “That’s… awesome!” You push out. “I can’t wait to meet you. You are coming to visit soon, right?” Ciara gushes. “Uh, yeah! Not sure yet, but soon.” You nod.

getting over him

You sat across Ethan at the local Italian restaurant, hunched over plates in low light, sipping red wine. Legs are crossed and your laugh carries between the two of you as you reminisce on short-lived college days, and you’re wondering, why hadn’t we done this sooner?

Ethan is bold, reaching out to grab your hand as you talk. You smile down at your hands. “I’m glad we did this.” He breathes out, leaning back against the black leather, still holding onto your hand.

“Me too.”

visits

Visits between you and Drew became strained as the two of you became more busy. You were both in relationships, busy with careers, you with family affairs.

But then the holidays came faster than you’d anticipated and though your families always had a Christmas dinner together, you found yourself more nervous. This would be the first time the two of you met each other’s significant others, considering the times you’d visited him, Ciara would just so happen be out of town and mention of her was quickly dissipated between the two of you, and the weekends he’d fly to NC, Ethan would be working - though he know him from college.

Drew wasn’t necessarily fond of Ethan, knowing the reputation he’d had in college. Drew saw the way he was at parties, the way he carried himself, and the way he treated girls, and he could only hope that it would be different for you. You deserved it, even if it wasn’t him.

You straighten your red velvet dress, running down the stairs at the ring of the doorbell. Seeing Ethan only seemed to heighten your anxiety, the thought that Drew would be here in mere moments with the girl he’d happened to fall for.

“Hi Ethan.” Your mom says, smiling as he greets her with a hug. Ethan had become the true epitome of what your mom hoped you’d end up with - a man with career, dreams, a family man, all of the above. He checked everything off her list, but you were second guessing if he checked everything off you’re own.

The walk over to the neighbors seemed way too quick. Your parents knock on the door as Judi answers and ushers you in. She’s quick to grasp you in a hug, patting Ethan’s shoulder, as she lets you get in. “Gorgeous as always.” She grins.

Logan, Brooke and Mack greet you, always excited to see you at their door. Since their brother left, you had found yourself hanging out with them more to get coffee when Brooke or Logan was home and the most recent engagement party and excitement for Mackayla.

Last, but not least, Drew and Ciara appear from around the doorway, a grin hanging on Drew’s face. His arms circle around you in seconds, whispering an excited hello. “I missed you.” He whispers. As he pulls away, he holds his hand out to shake Ethan’s, a bored look on Ethan’s face as he grasps his hand. “Ethan.” “Drew.”

You watch as the night unfolds in awkward silences, looks between your parents, and the way Ciara has undoubtedly made it known that she doesn’t care what she says. “You would think Drew is in love with y/n with how much he talks about her.” She throws in as your parents attempt to reminisce on embarrassing stories about the two of you, that they thought would make them laugh.

Your parents share an awkward laugh as you push a smile and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

his heartbreak

The other end of the phone goes silent. “You okay?” You ask, staring up at the ceiling with your arm slung over your stomach. You hear Drew clear his throat. “Yeah, uh, she left.” “What do you mean?” “Decided we weren’t it for each other.” “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, I’m okay. So how are you?”

your heartbreak

“Sorry, babe. Gotta work late.” Ethan says on the other line. “I could swing by and drop dinner off.” “No, no. That’s okay. I don’t want to inconvenience you.” He says. “I can bring Chineeeese, your favorite.” You sing-song. “No, babe. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.” “Okay, fine. I’m gonna jump off here and go find something to eat.” “Okay, talk to you later.” “I love you.” “You too.” You too.

You scroll through your phone, nothing looking very appealing. You decide to surprise Ethan, knowing how hard he seemed to be working late with all of his late nights. You order from the local Chinese restaurant, and go to pick it up to drop it off.

As you pull up to his work, you notice something. There’s not a soul there. And his car definitely isn’t there. Your heart begins to race as you find the gas and gun it to his house.

You see it. You see her. And her car.

You feel sick as you pull into the driveway, the crunch causing Ethan to turn his head. “Oh shit.” You see him mouth. He runs to your car. “It’s-it’s not what it looks like.” “No, we’re done.”

the right time

The string lights create the perfect ambiance through the venue, the way the night sky so perfectly lets the lights have their moment.

You cried as you watched Mackayla walk down the aisle, traces of white symbolizing the love between her and her now husband.

“I never had to question if you loved me.” Mack says. Your heart stops at those words, and you’re not sure if it’s the pregame shot she offered you earlier, the indulgence of love, or the fact you and Drew simultaneously made eye contact at those words.

The reception was quick to start with toasts and excitement. Drew finds a seat next to you, sidling close as he sets a drink in front of you. “I figured I’d grab you one.” “You figured right.” You say with a smile. “I can’t believe this day is finally here.” Drew looks around, watching the way everyone is so effortlessly joining their own conversations, showering the couple in love.

“Me neither. Time flew by.” You say. “It’s funny, I always thought it’d be me first.” “Really?” You look shocked, well aware of his lifestyle. “Well, I guess I just had these plans.” “With Ciara?” You whisper. Drew clears his throat. “No, actually.” You look puzzled as he keeps his gaze straight.

“My favorite people!” Mack says, wrapping her arms around the two of you. You’re sure Logan and Brooke have been coaching her to drink this evening. “You’re a wife!” You stand up the wrap her in a hug. “This could be you one day.” Mackayla says, drunkenly wiggling a finger in your face. “I need a man first.” You joke, catching glimpse of Drew’s eyes widening. “Come on, come dance. You promised you’d dance at my wedding, Drewseph.” “Yeah, yeah.” He says, hugging his sister as the three of you join the dance floor.

Mack holds both yours and Drew’s hands as the three of you turn to the music. Drew holds up his arms as both of you spin, laughter spewing from the three of you. Drew notices the way Mack’s hands drop from his as the next song comes on. “I’m going to go find my husband. Here you go.” She joins the two of you together before patting your hands and walking away. “May I have this dance?” Drew asks, a smile tugging his lips. “I suppose.” “Guess I’m getting that dance I never got at prom.” Drew remarks. Your mouth drops. “You’re the one that wanted to take Olivia!” You argue, a grin appearing.

“Just dance with me.” Drew says.

Well, life is ever changing but I

Can always find a constant and comfort in your love

With your heart my soul is bound

And as we dance I surely know that

Some kinda of heaven will be found

“Whatcha thinking about?” You look up to see Drew’s eyes fixated on you. “Just thinking about life. You know, I just wonder what it’d be like if you remembered your twenty-first birthday.” “Okay, that is the most random thing you’ve ever said.” You said, pulling back. “It doesn’t matter, it’s a secret I’ll never tell.” “You tell me all your secrets.” “Not that one.” “I’ll get it out of you.” You say, moving your hand to poke his chest.

“Do you ever feel like we’re looking for the right person in the wrong people?” “What do you mean?” “Like, you know exactly who you want but it seems so out of reach. But it’s not. At least you hope not.” Your heart flutters. “I know exactly what you’re saying.” You reply. “It may sound stupid, I don’t know.” “Not at all.” You say, rubbing his arm.

“We kissed.” “What?” “Your twenty-first birthday. We kissed. But you were so far gone and don’t remember it.” Drew whispers. “Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I thought you lied, because you didn’t want anything to change. Because you’re my best friend. My constant. I was terrified.”

Your mouth drops. “Drew Starkey. I have went years without knowing this.” “Well duh, why would I tell you?” “Because maybe it would’ve saved us from some heartache.” “What do you mean?” Drew asks, cheeks hurting. “Because it’s always been you. I always look for you in everyone I meet.” “And no one could ever be you. I, just, you’re you and, and…” “Kiss me.” “What?” “Kiss me. We deserve to have it.”

Drew’s heart is racing. His hands move from your waist, cupping both of your cheeks as he pours himself into this kiss. He’s slow, gentle, sets you on fire. Every year and moment poured into this kiss - a first real kiss between the two of you.

“I’ve waited too long for that.” Drew pulls back breathlessly. “You’re telling me.”

“Did I just see what I think I saw? Am I dreaming?” Brooke stands by with her mouth dropped. Drew grins before placing a hooked finger under your chin, pressing his lips to yours again. “I’d like to do this forever.” He whispers.

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[agentrouka-blog]

"Bless my steel with a kiss.” He extended the blade down to her. “Go on, kiss it.” - Sansa V, ACOK. "Kiss her?” Ser Barristan repeated, aghast. “A steel kiss,” said Littlefinger."- Eddard VIII, AGOT. So joffery had his sword Hearteater kissed by Sansa. LF saying about kissing Dany with knife who is a heart eater. Jon saved Ygritte from Ebben who tried to gave her steel kiss.

There's an interesting motif of steel kisses that casts Starks in the role of the protectors who refuse to kill, and the intended victim as a danger of some kind - a witness or a future threat who often does end up fulfilling that threat.

The Starks seemingly fail to fulfill the higher purpose intended by the kill - and suffer for it. Seemingly.

It all actually neats ties into the deeper meaning of the Nissa Nissa story.

We have Tyrion, who is spared by Catelyn.

Tyrion felt the cold kiss of steel beneath his chin. “Shall I bleed him, my lady?”

“Kill me and the truth dies with me,” Tyrion gasped. (AGOT, Tyrion IV)

We have Dany, who is spared by Ned.

"Kiss her?" Ser Barristan repeated, aghast.

"A steel kiss," said Littlefinger. (AGOT, Eddard VIII)

We have Ygritte who is spared by Jon.

Ebben drew his dagger. “A steel kiss will keep her quiet.”

Jon’s throat was raw. He looked at them all helplessly. “She yielded herself to me.” (ACOK, Jon VI)

It reveals the character of the Starks. Their choice not to kill speaks about them as much as the choice to be villainous speaks of those they spared.

"I did not command it. I told you to do what needed to be done, and left you to decide what that would be. (...)To lead men you must know them, Jon Snow. I know more of you now than I did this morning." "And if I had slain her?" asked Jon. "She would be dead, and I would know you better than I had before." (ACOK, Jon VII)

Ygritte, among other awful things, ends up killing someone in the exact same way that she herself was spared. Tyrion becomes an enemy to House Stark and the Vale.

It stands to reason Dany will also not reward Ned's determination to spare her by being a friend to his family. Silencing witnesses, or removing threats to her throne seem to be on the menue for her future path in Westeros.

Does that mean the Starks failed by not killing their enemies when they were down? No. Mercy is not a flaw. Murder and cruelty are flaws.

Which ties into a central story introduced in ACOK: Azor Ahai and his "sacrifice" of Nissa Nissa. She is, allegedly, killed to serve a higher purpose. Just as with the proposed steel kisses of Ygritte and Dany.

'Nissa Nissa,' he said to her, for that was her name, 'bare your breast, and know that I love you best of all that is in this world.' She did this thing, why I cannot say, and Azor Ahai thrust the smoking sword through her living heart. It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel. (ACOK, Davos I)

Sansa is the Stark placed in the Nissa Nissa perspective, in that she is the one kissing the blade, specifically to bless it.

"Bless my steel with a kiss." He extended the blade down to her. "Go on, kiss it."

He had never sounded more like a stupid little boy. Sansa touched her lips to the metal, thinking that she would kiss any number of swords sooner than Joffrey. (ACOK, Sansa V)

Sansa thinks being asked to kiss the steel is the mark of a stupid little boy. A villainous idiot. Azor Ahai is a villainous idiot.

Later, a different blade "kisses" her throat. A scenario she transforms into an unwelcome literal kiss in her memory, even.

Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears. (...)

She had forgotten the other verses. When her voice trailed off, she feared he might kill her, but after a moment the Hound took the blade from her throat, never speaking. (ACOK, Sansa VII)

She sings him the Hymn Of The Mother, "font of mercy", "teach us all a kinder way", and he refrains from raping and murdering her. He is ashamed.

The steel kiss is not a willing gift. Nissa Nissa does not want to die and bless the steel. It is wrong. There is a better way.

Ygritte and Dany and Joffrey, on the other hand, occupy the villainous perspective, eating hearts, blessing steel and slitting throats with gusto. Dany sacrifices a slave to give her life for her dragons. Tyrion, too, rides out to battle with blades “kissed by fire” getting “battle madness”. Bargain Basement Azor Ahai Stannis (thank you, @istumpysk) is busy with his fiery human sacrifices. 

In the endgame, it’s likely to come to another confrontation with the idea of killing for a higher purpose, sacrificing the defenseless or removing a potential threat. 

We know where the Starks stand, we know where Dany stands.

The heart of a stallion would make her son strong and swift and fearless, or so the Dothraki believed, but only if the mother could eat it all. If she choked on the blood or retched up the flesh, the omens were less favorable; the child might be stillborn, or come forth weak, deformed, or female. (AGOT, Daenerys V)

“Weak, deformed, or female.” I salute the future rulers of Westeros. <3

#rouka queue #steel kiss #azor ahai #nissa nissa #eddard stark #catelyn stark #jon snow #sansa stark #anti ygritte #anti daenerys targaryen #anti tyrion lannister #anti stannis baratheon #mercy #human sacrifice

[dudeandduchess]

Prince!Kyōjurō x Princess!F!S/O: Mutual Masturbation/Begging (Smut, Kinktober, NSFW Scenario)

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talking, Making Out, Teasing, Mutual Masturbation, Begging

MASTERLIST

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For the rest of the weekend at her family’s home, everyone felt the Princess’ frustration and irritation. No one could even decipher what it had stemmed from, and the ones who were brave enough to ask had suffered such terrifying glares and curt sighs— all before being ignored. Not one person knew what to do with the young woman, all except one man whom had been nothing but polite to the young lady of the house.

He was the cause of all her frustration, and he enjoyed every second of making her want to come to him instead. From the way he let his eyes linger a little too long on her during meals, or purposely going into the library whenever he knew she was in there, it a made for a very amusing time for him.

That was, until (Y/n) had finally had enough.

“Pray tell, what are you doing here in my corner of the library, during the hour that I’m normally here,” The young woman snapped irritably, closing her book a little too roughly as she glared up at the man who was serving to be the bane of her existence. “If I was aware that my father had invited a stalker to live with us, I would have opposed. Violently.”

“Just like how you opposed me teasing you with my cock?” Kyōjurō asked with a smile, feeling his eyes grow heavy with lust the moment that he noticed (Y/n)’s far-off stare; as if she was getting lost in a fond memory.

That had been a fond memory for him too, yet he knew that he wanted to make more— and much steamier ones at that. So, there he was, deliberately provoking her into initiating things— on the off chance that she would actually swallow her pride and beg for him. All of him.

“I believe I don’t know what ever you’re talking about,” the barb was uttered with a roll of her eyes, which had Kyōjurō’s smile turning into a grin.

He then walked to stand closer to where she sat at a table, peering at the cover of her book— to which (Y/n) resorted to childishly covering up with one hand— before saying, “I doubt that you would forget, princess. But… I could always remind you.”

Instead of rising to the bait however, the princess merely turned her attention away from Kyōjurō and gathered all of her things up; ready to get up and leave, until she felt a familiar pair of lips quickly brush against the top of her head.

“I’ll see you around, my lady.” And with that, the blond— fully prepared to surrender for that day— began his trek out of the library so he could go straight to his room and mull things over. He’d thought that provoking her would have started something, yet it didn’t really work out how he wanted things to.

He was clearly disappointed, but it was still no cause to totally wave a white flag yet. After all, he still had a few weeks remaining for his stay with the (L/n)s.

A wistful sigh left his lips at the thought of his impending departure, yet all of his thoughts about it were brutally cut off when he heard the sound of heels steadily clacking against the floor— and the steps only grew faster and faster in pace, the closer he got to his room.

“You! Excuse you!” (Y/n) called out indignantly, not even bothering with decorum since there was only the two of them in the hallway. “What was that? I demand an explanation!”

And taking mercy on her, Kyōjurō finally stopped by his bedroom door and turned around to wait for the spirited young woman to catch up to him before answering, “What was what, princess?”

“That… that kiss!”

He couldn’t help but smile at how flustered she looked. “It was exactly that: a kiss.”

“But- but that kiss is for lovers! We are not lovers!” She protested weakly, gritting her teeth in irritation and clenching her fists at her sides to keep herself from hitting him. Because really, she was extremely tempted to do it— what with that annoyingly perfect smile playing at his lips, and those alluring eyes beckoning her to come closer.

Her chest was heaving with how much effort she had exerted to catch up to him, after having been dumbfounded in the library for a while, and everything in her was screaming at her to get away from him and get closer at once; confusing the hell out of her and making her cheeks flush with both embarrassment and irritation at herself and the situation.

Yet, the sight of her like that drew Kyōjurō in. It was as if she were a siren calling out to him, because before he knew it, he had already taken her in his arms and had her back pinned against his door. All the while, his lips devoured hers hungrily, as if what had transpired days before was not even near enough to have lowered the intensity of his need for her.

As a man who disliked wasting time though, the crown prince immediately picked (Y/n) up by her thighs; making her wrap her legs around his hips while he let both of them into his quarters.

It was a little smaller than the princess’, yet it was just as opulent; fitting for a guest of his status. And also with a bed that was fitting for the things that he planned to do with his captivating lover.

Unceremoniously, both Kyōjurō and (Y/n) fell onto his bed with the former on top— messing up the immaculate sheets, and stirring up the underlying scent that was all Kyō. And (Y/n) would never admit it, but she wouldn’t mind getting to smell something so amazing each night when she went to bed.

With their minds succumbing into a pleasure-addled blank, and their hands seeking more and more of the other’s skin, both of them eventually managed to take most of each others’ clothes off. For once they were able to see each other as close to nude as possible, with both of them merely being clad in their undergarments.

Shoes were strewn on all corners of the bed, clothes were either dangling off the side of the mattress or in a heap on the floor, yet neither of the two royals could keep their hands off of each other. They continued to kiss each other fervently, as if trying to outdo the other and taking it as a challenge to make each other moan even louder.

But Kyōjurō wouldn’t let it idle along for longer; he was a man of action, after all. So, after balancing some of his weight on his left arm, he reached his right hand down to cup (Y/n)’s pussy; letting his fingers spread her lips apart through her panties, before pushing the damp cloth to the side and playing with her clit.

(Y/n) however wasn’t one to be shown up, so she kept up with Kyōjurō’s demanding kisses for a while, before turning her head and letting him focus on her neck and jaw instead. All the while, she raked the nails on her right hand down his chest— leaving red lines on his flawless skin— before snaking her hand into his boxers.

Her fingers immediately circled his thick erection, with her thumb smearing his precum all over the head of his cock, before she began to pump his shaft in time with his fingers circling her clit.

Both of them were too taken up by the other’s pleasurable actions that they couldn’t even be bothered to think even further ahead. What mattered was both of them being blissed out, and both of them cumming eventually.

“You want me to make you cum this time, princess?” Kyōjurō grunted against his lover’s neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to it before sucking a particularly large love bite onto the corner where her neck met her right shoulder.

“Yes, make me cum,” The young woman answered, a little breathless as the fingers on her clit kept playing with her— until they slowly pushed inside her pussy. Only two digits at first, but they were enough to have (Y/n) gasping softly and bucking her hips up in an effort to get more.

The crown prince however, did not like that tone of hers at all. Yet he kept on fingering her cunt as fast as he could— scissoring his fingers to stretch her out wider, and even curling them so he could stimulate her G-spot. “You have to ask me nicer than that.”

Nothing but the sound of (Y/n)’s moans and gasps answered the young man then, yet he kept on thrusting his hand against her; eating up the way that she was trying to deny him what he wanted, while also barely clinging on to that tightly leashed control of hers.

He could feel it in the way she desperately jacked him off too, and just the feeling of her hand alone was enough to get him so close to cumming. Yet, he held himself back since he wanted to cum all over her pussy when he finished.

“Come on, sweetheart. Just ask me nicely and I’ll take you to heaven,” The blond offered softly, adding another finger into the foray and feeling his lover’s legs tense up on either side of him. He then began to pump his hand harder and faster, not minding how it was straining his own control and making it much harder to focus on not cumming in his boxers, but it was a worthy sacrifice because (Y/n) could only gasp and make incoherent squeaks as he did so.

And when he stopped his hand, her eyes flew open and immediately searched for his— shock flooding her experession, before mild irritation had reared its head.

“Just ask and I will deliver, (Y/n),” the use of her name was enough to make shivers race down the princess’ back, yet she still tried to stand her ground. She didn’t want to beg for anything… “I’ll make sure to blow your mind.”

“Make me cum.”

Kyōjurō’s only response was a shake of his head. So, the young woman mulled it over reluctantly and looked at the aforementioned man with a torn expression on her face.

“Please make me cum, Kyōjurō.” And that seemed to abate the prince’s request, since he picked up the pace once more after that— with (Y/n)’s hand only faltering around his cock a couple of times with how pleasurable it was to have him fucking her cunt with his fingers.

And maybe it was because she had been sexually frustrated over the man for so long, that it didn’t even take a while for her to feel that familiar sensation of a climax consuming her. Everything was so warm and fuzzy simultaneously; her chest was tight and her muscles were all tensed up, yet there was only unbearable pleasure coursing through her system— starting small and growing and growing, until she could only cry out in ecstasy as everything snapped.

Kyōjurō soon followed after, yet he couldn’t act fast enough to pull his boxers down. So most of his cum had ended up on (Y/n)’s hand; not that he was complaining about it.

In fact, he greatly appreciated it, because it afforded him the chance of seeing her tiredly pull her hand out of his boxers and shamelessly lick up the trail of semen down the side of her palm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re making me hard all over again.”

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[chickenscript]

Could you write a scenario for each of the turtles where they sneak into to a hospital through the window and visit the reader who is staying the night after they broke their arm?

A/N: i feel like i could've wrote this funnier but hope you enjoy!

Least to say, you weren't expecting any visitors when you ended up bedridden in the hospital.

Well, it wasn't all that serious really. You got a bone fracture in your arm after a little skateboarding incident but, the doctors wanted to keep you overnight for observation and to help ease you through those first hours of sheer pain.

Back on topic though- you wondered why you didn't think that you wouldn't see any familiar faces pop by during your stay considering the company you kept.

And by that you meant they would 100% be the type to break into a hospital just to visit you.

Leo: - You honestly thought he would've tried to sneak in dressed as a nurse knowing Leo and his ideas.

- But no, this time around he had snuck in through your window and did so, so stealthily that he nearly gave you a heart attack when he cropped up right next to your face sudden.

- Thankfully you realized it was him before you could let out a scream that would've alerted a nurse or doctor.

- You laughed the fright off and he took a seat on your bed next to you.

- He started off idle chatter about how you were feeling and the specifics of how you ended up here, and you enjoyed the company as much as you knew he should've waited until you left tomorrow for his own sake.

- You couldn't not appreciate that he had come to check on you.

- You're not sure that you had known anyone before the turtles that would've found a way into your hospital room after visiting hours to make sure you were absolutely okay themselves.

- You made sure to let Leo know that too.

- He smiled sheepishly and ruffled your hair; he'd break into a hospital any day for you. You were one of his best friends after all. (Of which the turtles only had you and April).

- The sentiment made you snort and you smiled back at your goofy friend with a giggely thank you.

- You wouldn't have it any other way.

- Regardless, you had to admit that he probably should've left for the lair before the morning rolled in instead of staying so long into the night getting caught up in nighttime conversation with you that he wound up passing out like you did.

- He had to narrowly avoid being caught by the staff and you tried not to bust out laughing at his "timely escape".

- Which was Leo having to scramble out off the bottom of your bed where he'd sprawled out on so he could launch himself out the window when the nurse came to tell you that you were ready to be discharged.

- The sound of a yowling cat as he landed in the dumpster outside didn't help your case either.

Donnie:

- You...you weren't expecting the impromptu doctor costume.

- Or for him to immediately start out his sudden visit by prodding at your cast the second he was done clambering through your room window.

- Donnie insisted he just wanted to check on the sturdiness of it, but you still had to swat him away so he wouldn't fuss over it.

- With a sigh, you let your arm fall back across your stomach. You didn't have to ask to know why he was here because you had a good guess already.

- You invited the turtle to sit on your hospital bed and after hesitating for a moment, he plopped down.

- He cleared his throat and asked you how you were feeling.

- You smiled and told him that they were giving you plenty of painkillers, Dr. Dee. It wasn't a gnarly break, so you were lucky in that regard and didn't need any heavy duty treatment.

- Donnie nodded with closed eyes and folded arms.

- He told you everyone was worried about you and you poked his bicep, telling him to tell them that you definitely weren't dying or anything.

- Donnie looked down at you and poked you in the nose, telling you that a broken arm still wasn't anything to laugh about.

- You wriggled your nose with a puff. You knew that but you also knew that you would be able to recover just fine.

- Even though Donnie didn't show it like his brothers would've, you knew he had come all this way to make sure you were getting treated properly. (Even though you certainly were).

- After his fussing, you and Donnie played a few rounds of Mario Kart on his switch while chatting. You were sure he was going easy on you because of your arm but you didn't say anything about it because well, who could ever complain about winning?

- When you wrapped up, you let him sign his name in an almost obnoxious purple that glinted neon in the dark on your cast and he told you not to break anything else.

- You laughed and replied that you didn't plan on it.

- The answer seemed to be good enough for him as he left and after the nurse came to turn out your lights for you, you laid back in your bed and stared for a long while at the glow in the dark signature on your bum arm before falling asleep.

Mikey:

- You had to shush him the moment he launched onto your hospital bed.

- He was immediately poking and prodding at you, and asking about whether or not your arm still hurt.

- You laughed softly and shook your head. You reassured him you were doing much better compared to earlier.

- Mikey was happy to hear about that, settling down a bit and sitting down.

- He asked if he could touch your cast and you gave a nod.

- He touched it very gently, wrinkling his snout at the coarse feeling texture of it under his fingertips.

- Then he looked up at your face and asked the question you knew he was probably waiting to since he got there.

- You gave another soft laugh and said yes, he could sign your cast.

- With a wide smile he whipped out some markers he was carrying with him and got work scribbling on your cast.

- You quickly got the feeling that his "signature" was going to be much more elaborate than just that.

- And you weren't wrong as he spent the better part of an hour, chatting with you as he drew.

- Truthfully, you hadn't been able to get to bed at all before Mikey dropped by and having him here was nicer than tossing and turning, waiting to fall asleep.

- Eventually, he's done and you're amazed by the graffiti style doodle now on the corner of your cast.

- Mikey beamed at the look on your face and asked you what you thought. To which you were quick to say it looked amazing.

- You ended up having a chat about art and you two did some doodling in one of your notebooks before he had to go back to the lair so you could call it a night.

- He wished you a goodnight and you promised to be over the next day to spend some time with your favorite turtles, and when you let your head rest on your pillow, sleep found you much easier than you thought it would before Mikey got there.

Raph:

- You were surprised a herd of staff didn't rush to your room as he had to all but force himself through the window and knocked over an IV pole and those little carts that held nurse supplies.

- Of course, a sweet little nurse did pop in to see if you were alright and you told her that a strong breeze must have done it all.

- She bought the story and Raph, who had ducked under your bed and raised it a good foot or two higher, crawled out.

- He asked you how you were doing and whatnot, and you waved off his worries.

- Still, he didn't seem very sated by the look on his face.

- You reached out with your good arm and gave him a pat on his. - In truth, Raph felt bad that he nor his brothers could've been there to prevent your injury; as stupid as that might sound.

- And he seemed to think you would laugh at him as he admitted that to you.

- You didn't think it sounded stupid in the slightest though. A lot of people feel that way when it comes to people they care about, you reassured him.

- You felt the same every time the turtles had altercations with the villainy lurking in New York.

- That seemed to work and you were glad to shake some worry off of Raph's big ole shoulders. He had enough of that while trying to lead the gaggle of turtle brothers.

- You patted the side of your bed and almost regretted the gesture when it groaned in agony at Raph's mass.

- You tried to laugh it off, hoping internally that the bed would turn out okay. You were just happy that it was holding up for now. But, you were surprised that Raph didn't notice the potential problem.

- You two spent a while just idly chatting and Raph recanted the brothers' recent encounter with some villains last night. You eagerly listened and enthused about it alongside the behemoth of a snapping turtle whose giddiness about things always reminded you he was truly a softie.

- After some hours, he got around to leaving once he signed your cast in big, blunt red letters and the hang out session made you feel like you really did have friends looking out for your more than you realized before.

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