#THAT THEY MADE EIGHT DUDES SLEEP IN ONE ROOM

[hawnks]

the horrors are never ending. the agonies overtake me. i am wretched.

#I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS #i uhhhh #I accidentally sent my mom a screenshot of a bts interview #and the attached text was: more lore about their sleeping arrangements #AHHHHHHHHH #I JUST #I JUST THINK ITS FUNNY #THAT THEY MADE EIGHT DUDES SLEEP IN ONE ROOM #I JUST WANTED TO TELL MY FRIEND ABOUT IT #I DIDNT MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN #HELP

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

“So how did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Y’know, how did you know.”

“Dingus, I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me here, the Russians did a number on how many of my braincells are actually working.”

“How did you know that you liked girls?”

Robin Buckley immediately pushed herself up so she was resting on her elbows, head tilted to catch Steve Harrington’s eyes in the low light of their hospital room.

They weren’t originally even going to go to the hospital, if Robin was being honest. They had just wanted to slip away back to their respective homes, but then Melissa and Richard Buckley caught wind that Robin was hurt. Then the both of them realized that Steve’s parents (if Robin has to use that term to describe them) had less than zero intention of sending anyone to pick up Steve.

Then EMS made the light suggestion of both of them probably needing to go to Hawkins General Hospital… and well, while Melissa and Richard did tend to lead toward more natural remedies… one couldn’t fix a concussion or a drugging with an unknown substance with essential oils and hope.

“Robbie? Did you OD over there?” Steve had himself up on his elbows, easily mimicking Robin. That’s the thing that makes the inside of Robin ache, that he’s so like her. She knows that she’s an only child, knows that, but sometimes Steve’ll just… do something and it makes her question it. Makes her wonder how she spent so long without him, without another brain and two legs and arms and so much hair. “Robbie?”

“No, I am still alive.” Robin slowly spoke, before she let out a soft sigh. “Why do you ask?”

“Like-” Steve huffed as he shook his head from side to side, before he used the one hand that was free from the pulse monitor and saline drip to card through his hair. It’s sleep ruffled, and if he uses product (Robin is sure he does), it’s for sure gone. Steve looks up though, and his eyes are so earnest that it causes something to hurt inside of Robin. “never mind just ignore- fuck - just ignore me.”

“I couldn’t ignore you if I tried, you idiot.” Robin let out a huff, and she winced as the PICC line in her arm shifted as tilted to be able to fully face Steve on her side. “But I just, dingus, this is out of left field for even you.”

“How so?”

“Did you even know that, that people like me even existed until a couple of hours ago?” Robin kept her voice soft, especially as Steve huffed out an indignant sounding sigh. Robin sighs though, and then she cards her own hand through her hair, and forges onward. “I think I’ve just… always known.”

“Always?”

“Yeah like-” Robin shrugged, a careful movement of her shoulders. “When I was like, eight? My uh, parents sent me to this camp thing- like summer camp kind of like what Dustin went to? But with, y’know, with the swimming and archery and dude I was fucking awful at it.” Steve let out a soft and watery laugh at Robin’s rambling, and that gave Robin enough power to continue. “But we uh, had these like songs we had to learn? And there was this uh, girl counselor there that had to teach me because you know, that was her job.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and uh. She couldn’t have been older than I am now but man…” Robin let out a slow whistle, and allowed herself to fully melt into the hospital cot she’s laid up on. “All I could think was that I just wanted to be with her. Like not even kissing because I thought kissing was gross then, still do now kinda but anyway- I wanted to like, hold her hand and shit. Do the cheesy stuff I’d seen in the movies, y’know?”

Steve huffed out his own laugh, and he tilted his head to lean against his pillows instead of facing Robin. Robin watched though, quiet for once, as Steve swallowed once and then twice- before he cleared his throat.

“I knew it existed before you.”

“What?”

“It.”

“Dingus-”

“Girls liking girls.” Steve’s voice is barely above a whisper, even as Robin can hear him gulp in a lungful of air. “And boys liking boys.”

“You did?” Robin kept her voice quiet, gentle, as coaxing as she could- especially when she could see Steve’s throat bob. “Dingus?”

“I…” Steve doesn’t continue, and that’s enough.

Enough to Robin that she pushed herself up, and ignored the pain that ricocheted down her spine like needles. Ignored Steve’s hurried ‘what are-’, as she stumbled out of her hospital bed and right to Steve’s. She made sure to drag her IV pole and the monitor with her, situating it as best as she could next to Steve’s. Robin huffed quietly as the pain trickled down her spine, and she couldn’t help but smile as Steve curled his hand carefully around her wrist and tugged.

Robin got comfortable, let Steve fret over her as best as he could, his fingers only ever-so slightly trembling as he made sure that the line in her arm wasn’t kinked up. They were pressed close, side to side and hip to hip, and Robin tilted her head down until it was rested on Steve’s shoulder.

“Wanna keep going, Stevie?”

“No.”

“But?”

“I…” Steve huffed again, a small indignant noise that Robin mimicked.

They sat like that then, just the two of them for a moment, before Steve continued slowly.

“I’ve never, told anyone this- like I’ve told Tommy H. so much shit about me - but this is… Robin this is different.” Steve speaks in a hurried and stilted way, like he’s stringing together bits and pieces of sentences, and it shouldn’t work.

But it does because he’s Steve and she’s Robin.

And truthfully, Robin likes that. That they’re Steve and Robin. SteveandRobin. RobinandSteve. Likes that the two of them are so in tune that even her own mother didn’t want to separate them.

That had to mean something in the end, didn’t it?

“Tell me, whatever… whenever.” Robin murmured as she turned her head so she could press a soft kiss to Steve’s shoulder. The hospital gown is thin enough she can feel the heat of his skin from up under it, and that’s grounding. Grounding even as Steve drew in a shaky breath, audibly swallowing again. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”

“I didn’t uh, notice Tammy in Ms. Click’s class or uh, you for a reason.” Steve slowly spoke, eyes wet, and Robin can hear his sniffle as he tried to reign his emotions back. “Ms. Click made him sit uh, right by her desk at the front of the room.”

And oh.

Oh.

If that doesn’t immediately settle something that just usually writhes around in Robin’s chest.

“Him?” Robin is gentle, gentler than she thinks she’s ever been.

“Uh, yeah… Eddie Munson?” Steve huffed out an almost dry laugh, the only thing that he does that ever remotely reminds her of his time as his high school “King Steve” persona. “He uh, got this bat tattoo right before that year’s Thanksgiving break and all I could do was just… gawk at him.”

“And then what?” Robin knew she was pushing, searching for information, but she can’t help it. Not when Steve is right next to her, hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Not when he’s like her. In all the ways that matter.

“I went home and screamed into my pillow.”

Robin immediately smacked Steve’s thigh with the knuckles of her left hand- grinning in triumph when Steve let out a squawk of laughter.

“Eddie Munson?”

“What about him?”

“He’s… he’s a total dud!”

“No he’s not!”

“He stepped in my mashed potatoes once! That is totally total dud material!”

“No way!”

“He wants to be like, like a metal singer!”

“He has a band! Dreams!”

“Do you even know if he can hold a tune?”

“Well, no-”

“Total. Dud.”

Robin grinned wide as Steve launched into a very quick defense about Eddie, and she decides then and there that Steve and her? They’ll be just fine.

Especially if she can get Eddie to come into Steve and her’s orbit just a bit, to see if the crush is still there.

Because while Robin may not have all of the gay knowledge in the world, there is one thing for a complete certainty that she knows.

The black hanky that Eddie kept in his pocket?

Well…

Robin chuffed to herself, before she tilted so she could lay on her side- nose tucked into the place where Steve’s neck and shoulder met.

Right before she falls asleep though, Robin does a very important thing on a mental whiteboard.

You Rule: 1

You Suck: 0

hope you all enjoyed! truthfully think this is one of my favorite things i have written. love platonic stobin. <3

#angeldreamsoffanfic #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve and robin #robin and steve #platonic stobin #stobin friendship #codependent stobin #steve harrington and robin buckley are bffs #eventual steddie #steddie #steddie ficlet #richard and melissa buckley saw steve sitting in the ambulance with robin and went oh we have a son now #steve harrington has bad parents #but he has the buckleys now <3 #fleshed out robin buckley’s gay awakening #the counselor was named in my head but it didn’t make sense to fit it in here (her name was maddie) #robin likes girls where there name ends in something that sounds like the letter ‘y’ #exhibit a: tammy exhibit b: vickie exhibit c: nancy exhibit d: chrissy #in this essay i will #stobin ficlet #platonic with a capital p #sometimes i tag things and then forget other (see more important) tags #sorry y’all

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XVI)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here and this is sixteen *SixTeen theme plays*

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Martian Manhunter finds out that,yeah, dude, when your brain is missing chunks, you can't write or access data without the hardware to store it. My dude remembers nothing.

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Days pass. Nights pass.

(He thinks.)

He gets a new room. This one has a window. He can’t stare at it all the time, but when he does, he can feel himself growing stronger. Steadier. The change in his body is borderline tangible.

If only it was physical. He’s still too weak to lift anything but his arms, and not even all the way. Moving his head is tiring. Lifting his head is impossible.

But he tries.

A lot.

The doctors and the lady have to make upset noises with him when he does, but he wants to be able to see everything they’re doing to him. So far it’s a lot of tubes and needles, but what if they become scalpels and clamps?

…Danny tries to assure himself that they probably won’t be.

But they might. Things could change.

And that eats at him constantly.

Someone puts a big circle on the wall in his room. It’s large. It’s a little fuzzy at its distance on the far wall, but it’s got little arms on it, and little dots in equal degrees around the circumference. It takes him almost two napping periods to realize that it’s a clock.  

Danny squints. He can...almost read analog. (Probably.) It sure doesn’t help that he has no idea when night is and when day is, though. He sleeps at one hour and wakes up at another, and the room will look entirely the same. Was it a few hours’ sleep, or a day’s? Was it longer? The world spins outside his window, big and blue, and he spins against it in a station on a lonely moon. There’s no way to tell.

Someone eventually notices that he’s bored, though, because he gets a television and a remote.

It’s a super thin television. At first, Danny spends time wondering why they put a screen with no system in his room, and then hour later the lady starts pressing buttons on the remote, and the screen lights up with a news program.

…The TV is too far away to see all that clearly. He can see some of it when he squints, but then all the colors turn lime green.

The banner on the bottom of the screen scrolls with headlines, and cool, it looks like they invented new letters while Danny was asleep. Fantastic. His head hurts from trying to squint to read, but it kind of looks like a kindergartener scribbled all over an otherwise serious news report.

Great. Now he’s getting a headache.

But the noise is…nice. It’s distracting. The news anchors chatter seriously as Danny gets yet another IV swapped out in his arm, and the heavily geared-up doctors have started telling Danny things he doesn’t like to listen to too much because if it is threats, great, he should ignore that; if it’s not threats, then, well, Danny’s bored of it all anyway.

“—Wel?”

Danny blinks. Well. That sounds like ‘Well’.

He shifts just enough to make eye contact. A doctor looks down at him from their place at his bedside. Their scrubs are kind of blue-green, with little flowers on the trim.

They have human eyes. The sight of soft, brown eyes probably ought to be reassuring, but they just make Danny more nervous.

“Eow eart wel?” They ask again, soft and slow. That middle bit sounds kind of like ‘art’. Ha. Old timey Shakespeare. ‘Art well,’ like ‘you art well—‘

Wait. Danny takes a deep breath. Blinks. His chest arcs up, just a little—just enough for the doctor to realize that Danny’s more than just looking, he’s paying attention. Are they asking him if he’s well?

Danny reflexively opens his mouth and flexes his throat, tries to answer—

Nope. Ow. The noise he makes sounds like the garbage disposal is backed up with angry blob ghosts. It hurts just to make. But the sound makes the doctor look at him; they see him.

“Inne cwic tima!” Danny hears, and then they’re jogging out of the room, and Danny is left alone. His throat hurts.

His head thumps back onto his pillow. The news program plays on. There’s a damaged city he’s never seen before on the news.

…And then the doctor comes back. Danny’s head is swimming, so he almost doesn’t notice their return, but they’re holding something, and that something has a sippy straw.

Danny is perfectly happy with a sippy straw.

The straw is put into his mouth. Danny goes sippy sippy.

…The water sloshes a little weirdly through his throat. Some of his tubes might not be where they ought to be, which is weird. Isn’t he supposed to be human right now? Or. Uh. Kind of human? Human equivalent? …Close enough…?

Danny drinks. When the pain in his throat goes to normal pain levels instead of new and angry pain levels, he lets go of the straw, and the doctor lets him.

Their fingers carefully brush Danny’s hair. Not very hard. A little too slowly. Just at the hairline. But it reminds Danny so much of sitting at home with Dad on the couch, home from school with a fever as Muppets tapes play in the background, that tears leak out of his busted eyes. The tears are probably just as green.

“Eow eart wel?” the doctor asks again. So gently. So careful.

“I’m tired,” Danny rasps.

The effort of speaking crashes into him in seconds. If things are happening around him, he doesn’t understand any of it. Nothing reaches him. He’s so tired.

He’s out before he knows it.

#Martian Manhunter: he's bored. Give the boy a television #Medical: :0 Sir yes sir!! #Medical when they hear Danny: HE SPEAKS!!! :D #Medical when they realize they can't understand him: OH NO!!! D: MM COME BACK PLEASE #health and hybrids #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dcu crossover #Danny realizing he didn't know how to read analog even when he was well: shit. >:(

[coryosmin]

being in a situationship with snowjanus and when they see you flirt with someone else?? they see RED 🤭🤭 i can see this being a modern au and coryo texts you to meet them at sej’s house to make you learn your place

nsfw | mdni | modern!au - feelings involved

jealousy jealousy

warnings: nsfw content, slight angst, jealous snowjanus, getting together, p in v, oral, praise, overstimulation, etc. the smut is shitty because i focused on the ANGST (pls i love angst), slightly toxic coryo, sejanus is just perfect, i got lazy at the end. guys this actually kinda sucks but it’s okay lol

you, coryo, and sej have been fucking on the down low. it all started when you guys were in the same literature lecture and had to do a group project together. you had invited them over to your apartment and the night eventually led to you getting railed by both of them.

you guys never exclusively stated that you were only sleeping with each other but it was heavily implied. the three of you didn’t feel the need to sleep with anyone outside of each other because you all met one another’s needs. however, eventually, feelings did come into play and you couldn’t help it. sej and coryo just treated you so well.

the only issue within your guys’ situationship was the fact that they still flirted with other girls. you guys aren’t officially together so really you have no right to be mad. but it didn’t mean that it didn’t still hurt. and as you sat in the back of your literature class, watching as coryo talked with one of the girls, your were biting the inside of your cheek. sej was also talking with some girl, laughing and joking around with her. which definitely made you mad.

so what did you do?

well after class, a guy had approached you. it was some dude that you didn’t really care much for. he’s tried asking you out in the past. you were leaving your lit class and got stopped in the hallway by him. “hey, y/n,” the guy said, smiling at you.

you smiled back, thinking this would be the perfect opportunity to make your boys mad. you could see them out of the corner of your eye, watching you. “hey,” you replied back.

“listen, i was thinking,” the guy began to speak. “i know you haven’t been too interested before but maybe you’d be open to just popping by the bar near campus and getting drinks?”

“well, i don’t see any harm in that,” you replied, giving him your most charming smile. “i think that could be really nice.”

the guy grinned, nodding his head. “how about this upcoming friday at eight?”

you nodded your head. “sounds great.”

the guy smiled, leaning in to press a kiss onto your cheek. well you certainly weren’t expecting that. “see you then,” and then he walked away.

and as you turned, you saw that coryo and sej had disappeared. you frowned until you felt your phone buzz. you opened your phone to read the notification.

coriolanus: Go to Sejanus’s apartment.

you sighed, making your way out of the college building and to your car. you knew that it probably meant they were mad at you. coryo always had quite the possessive streak while sej had a jealousy issue. not that you minded too much of course, they always knew how to make you realize you were theirs. but you were sick of not being able to give the same treatment. if they didn’t want you flirting with other guys, you felt as though they shouldn’t flirt with other girls.

when you had gotten to sej’s apartment building, sej had buzzed you in. and you walked up to his apartment. you were about to knock on the door when sej answered it with a small smile. “hey,” he greeted, letting you in.

“hi,” you greeted as you walked in, taking your shoes off and placing your things down.

coryo was in the living room, pacing as his face was hardened. he looked at you and walked up to you. “what the fuck was that, huh?” he asked, gesturing with his hands. “flirting with some dickhead?” he spat, clearly angry.

you rolled your eyes and huffed, unable to help yourself from doing so. sej was next to you, sighing. “coryo, let’s just calm down and talk about this maturely,” sej spoke softly, putting a hand on coryo’s shoulder.

coryo shoved him off. “no, sej, clearly she has something to fucking say judging by the attitude she has,” he sneered, looking at you with his icy blue eyes. “so what is it?”

“you’re jealous,” you said bluntly, clearly unaffected by coryo’s attitude.

coriolanus scoffed. “jealous?” he asked. “of course i’m fucking jealous. you’re ours, y/n. not some random fucking dick’s. you’re mine and sejanus’s.”

you laughed in disbelief? “oh really?” you tilted your head in annoyance. “didn’t realize i meant so much to you when you’re off flirting with other girls. but the moment i flirt with another guy it’s a fucking issue?”

coriolanus rolled his eyes. “that’s different,” he replied.

sejanus looked between the both of you, furrowing his eyebrows. “you both need to take a step back and calm down.”

“no, sejanus, i think coriolanus here is going to explain to me how it’s different,” you replied, looking directly at coryo. “how is it okay for you guys to flirt with other girls but it’s the end of the fucking world if i flirt with another guy? it’s pathetic.” you were clearly angry, something the boys had never really seen in you before. “we’re not in a fucking relationship. we’re just having sex right? so why would it an issue?”

sejanus frowned at you. “you think that we’re just having sex?” he asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

you shrugged. “no one has said anything to say otherwise.” you bit back.

coriolanus let out an annoyed chuckle, turning away from you as he rubbed his face before looking back at you. “you know what? fuck you.” he spit out.

you rolled your eyes. “no, you know what? fuck you.” you spit back. “i am so good to you guys. always so good to you both. we’ve had a great thing going for us but ultimately, we aren’t exclusive. nothing has been discussed, nothing has been communicated. and rather than having a mature conversation like sejanus suggested, we’re fucking yelling at each other like toxic fucking exes. i’m not doing that.” you began to rant, looking at coriolanus and sejanus. “you want to talk? you fucking talk to me like an adult. i’m not your bitch.” you turned around to walk out of the apartment.

you had put your shoes back on when sejanus stopped you. “please don’t go,” he murmured, a hand on your shoulder. “let’s talk about this. like adults.”

you looked at sejanus, taking a deep breath. “will he be mature about it?” you asked, referencing coryo.

sejanus nodded his head. “he said he will.”

taking a moment to think, you eventually nodded your head. “fine then,” you said, kicking your shoes off. “but the moment he starts yelling at me again, i’m leaving.”

sejanus nodded his head, putting his hands up in surrender. “that’s perfectly fair, baby.” he replied softly, grabbing your hand with his. he guided you back into the living room where coryo was sitting there on the couch, his face in his heads as he took deep breaths.

you walked over to the recliner, taking a seat. it was across from the couch. sejanus took a seat next to coriolanus. “now that you guys are done yelling at one another,” sejanus began, giving a pointed look to coryo. “let’s discuss this maturely.” he finished his sentence. “y/n, baby, you go first.”

you licked your lips, nodding your head. coryo lifted his head from his hands to look at you. “i don’t like that you guys don’t give me the same respect that i give to you,” you said calmly looking at both sejanus and coriolanus. “you’re both constantly flirting with other girls in front of me, and then coryo says it’s different, and i just can’t comprehend how it’s different if i do it.”

coryo closed his eyes, taking another deep breath before he began to speak. “because we don’t mean it,” he said calmly as well.

“but how am i supposed to know that?” you replied back.

sejanus nodded his head. “i think we are all experiencing miscommunication. so i am going to be blunt with you guys and say exactly how i feel,” sejanus said softly. he was always the mediator type. “i like you both. i have for awhile and i’ve just not said anything because i didn’t want what we have to be ruined.” he said, talking with his hands.

coryo bit the inside of his cheek as he heard sejanus. “i had assumed when this started that we were already with one another. no other words had to be spoken.”

you shook your head no. “i fully believe nothing is ever official until you’ve outwardly spoken the words necessary for it.” you replied. “listen, i like you both too. but i can’t allow you guys to flirt with others. so if you both want to be with me too then there needs to be boundaries.”

“i agree,” sejanus said, giving you a small smile. “coryo?”

he nodded his head tentatively. “let’s make some boundaries then,” he said. “i’ll start. you can’t flirt with other guys.” coriolanus said, looking at you.

“and neither of you can flirt with other girls.” you replied.

sejanus smiled. “we stay exclusive with one another,” he exclaimed. “i want to go on dates.”

coryo looked at sej. “i-i” he stuttered, his cheeks slightly pink. “that would be nice, i suppose.” he muttered.

you gave a small smile. the three of you talked about boundaries for about an hour or so before you all decided that you were in a good place. you had moved from the recliner to the couch, sitting in between coryo and sej. coryo was pressing kisses to your neck as sejanus kissed your lips.

and eventually, it led to you guys in the bedroom. you were on your hands and knees, getting pounded by sej as coryo was beneath you, pampering you with kisses. “am sorry, baby. so sorry for being so angry,” he murmured against your neck.

you let out a moan as sej continued his thrusts inside of you, one hand on your hip while the other was gripping one of your boobs. “oh my god,” you moaned out. “want you in my mouth, coryo,” you said, looking at the blond.

coryo licked his lips, nodding his head as he pulled away. he moved himself so that his cock was near your face. you slowly eased his member into your mouth, sucking on the tip.

sejanus was moaning behind you, his cock plunging in and out of you. “baby, you’re so wet and tight,” he said, thrusting into you. “you feel so good.”

you moaned around coryo’s cock at the praise, causing coryo to moan at the vibrations. “o-oh fuck,” coryo moaned out, bucking his hips into your mouth, causing you to gag.

“be gentle, coryo,” sejanus chastised, his voice shaky. “you’re doing so good, baby, taking both of our cocks,” he praised, continuing his movements inside of you. “such a good girl.” his words caused you to clench around his cock, a sign that you were close as you whined around coryo’s cock. “you close baby? gonna cum on my cock?”

you nodded the best you could.

“fuck,” sejanus moaned, angling his hips more to hit your sweet spot. this caused you to take coryo’s cock out of your mouth and moan loudly, pressing your face into coryo’s thigh as your orgasm hit you hard. your walls clenched around sejanus, thighs quivering as you came.

“oh fuck,” you moaned out as sej continued thrusting into you. your orgasm made sejanus cum too, spilling his seed inside of you as he moaned loudly.

and when you guys came down from your highs, coryo was looking at the both of you adoringly while his cock was still red and begging to be touched. sej pulled out of you, laying down beside you. “gonna ride you,” you murmured to coryo, moving yourself so you were on his lap.

coryo just watched, bringing his hands to grip your hips. you sunk down onto his cock, sej’s cum dripping onto him. you whined from the overstimulation but began to move your hips, placing your hands on coryo’s shoulders.

“o-oh” coryo groaned, unable to help himself as he closed his eyes in pleasure. “fuck you’re so tight.” he started fucking into you, adding to the overstimulation.

you whined, moaning loudly on top of coryo. besides the two of you, sejanus was watching lovingly, jerking himself off. “you’re both so beautiful,” he said lovingly, fisting his cock. he pressed a kiss onto coryo’s shoulder, causing coryo to shiver slightly.

“am so close,” coryo moaned, fucking into you while you rode him.

you felt another orgasm approaching. “am close too,” you said, closing your eyes.

and after a few more thrusts, both of you were cumming at the same time, coryo’s cum filling you up as you clamped down on him. sejanus came again too, his cum landing on his stomach.

and suddenly, all was right in the world. you were filled with jizz and now had two official boyfriends. what else could you ever need?

#the hunger games #minsasks #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #thg #thg tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #tbosas #fanfic #snowjanus smut #snowjanus x reader #snowjanus #coriolanus x you x sejanus #sejanus x coriolanus x you #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader

[scarletsaphire]

45 SAVANT PAR

45: Sleepy Kisses

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Angela knocked gently on the door to Tucker's bedroom, receiving no answer in return. That wasn't surprising. It was only eight o'clock, and he'd had a sleepover with Danny last night. If they had been awake, she'd probably have been concerned one of them was sick. She cracked the door open slowly, revealing his dark, messy bedroom. "Tucker?" she called out. "Danny?" she tried again. Both names got no answer.

She pushed the door open further and stepped inside, careful to not accidentally step on Danny. She kept the light off; she wanted to wake them up nicely today. It was the weekend, after all.

She carefully picked her way across the floor, nudging every lump to make sure it wasn't actually Danny, before arriving to the bed. It was odd that she hadn't found the other boy yet, seeing as he almost always slept on this side of the bed, but it wasn't as if he wasn't allowed on the other side. She blindly reached into the bed, finding Tucker's shoulder, and shaking gently.

Tucker whined into his pillow, trying to shake off Angela's hand. She let him bat it away, and then returned it as soon as his hand flopped to the mattress again. "It's time to wake up," she said as she shook him.

"I don't wanna," he slurred. He reached to the other side of the bed, groping around and grabbing what he must have thought was a pillow. It was not.

Danny Fenton raised his head, tugged upwards by Tucker's hand in his hair. "Ow," Danny said, his eyes still closed. "That's me."

"Oh," Tucker mumbled. "Sorry." He moved his hand out of Danny's hair and to the side of his face and then to his neck, pulling him closer like a teddy bear. He kissed the top of Danny's head before burying his face in Danny's hair. "All better," he said.

During this process, Danny had opened his eyes. By the time he noticed Angela standing there, it was too late to do anything about it. All he could do was look at her in horror as Tucker burrowed further into his hair. He elbowed Tucker in the side. "Dude."

Tucker grumbled.

Danny tried again, more forcefully this time. "Dude!"

Tucker finally sat up, facing Danny. "What, am I not allowed to cuddle my boyfriend in peace?" he said angrily.

Danny's only reply was to point at Angela. Tucker spun around, jumping backwards and falling into what must have been Danny's lap. He didn't bother getting up again, instead flopping further so that he was laid perpendicular to the bed. "Let me guess. Danny's sleeping on the couch from now on?"

Angela nodded. "Got it in one. Breakfast is ready, eggs, bacon, and pancakes whenever you boys are hungry." She began to make her way across the room more confidently this time, since she knew she didn't need to worry about stepping on Danny. She paused once she made it to the doorway, turning back around. "And Tuck?" she waited for him to sit up and meet her eyes. "I'm happy for you. For both of you."

She closed the door gently behind her and made her way to find Maurice. She had good news to share.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #tucker foley #savant par #angela foley

[mj-102009]

When the Stars Align (Bakugou x oc)

The little girl gazed up at her mother, green irises filled with wonder and love. She’d always been a perceptive child, always asking questions on how the world worked, always getting into things she shouldn’t. 

“Momma,” she said softly with her feather light tap to her shoulder. “I have a-“

The woman lifted the eight year old on her lap. “-question? Go ahead Rae.”

She beamed and curled into her arms. “Why didn’t you and Dad get married like Ashlyn’s parents?”

Her mother chuckled. “I knew you’d ask that soon,” the girl opened her mouth to speak but got cut off. “Your father and I didn’t need to get married because when we were born we were meant to be together.”

“Why?” She chirped.

“Well our families have what’s called soulmates,” She saw the confusion on her daughter's face. “That means fate made us to be a match.”

Rae’s eyes blew wide. “Do I have a soulmate?”

She smiled and kissed Rae on the forehead. “Yes, yes you do.”

It started showing when she was 13, on her birthday at 12am exactly:

She had a dream.

In the dream she saw a boy about her age, he had dark green hair and eyes, for a brief moment she thought this was the boy she was meant to love forever, but the moment she truly looked at him she knew he wasn’t.

“Stupid Deku,” it was her mouth yet not her voice. “You’ll never be good enough to be a hero like me.”

A hero? She thought. This sure as heck doesn’t sound like one.

“Cmon Kacchan you know a quirk doesn’t make you a hero.”

Kid makes a point.

(Switching to first person)

I woke in a cold sweat, Anika shaking me quickly with wide eyes. “RAE!”

“I'M UP!” 

She sighed. “Dude your quirk started in your sleep and shit started shifting in my room.”

I was wide awake running into the hall. “Mom!”

My dad opened the door with a stern look. “Someone better explain to me why our house is backwards.”

I winced and looked down. “That would be me.”

Concern filled his eyes, replacing the anger. “What happened?”

So I told him and my mother what I saw, by the end Anika was jumping up and down. “I’m so excited.”

I frowned. “For what?”

Mom and dad made eye contact. “You remember how we came from families of soulmates?”

My breath hitched. “You mean-“

She smiled and Ani squealed. “You and your soulmate are both 13 now!”

I’d given up on the whole soulmate thing for a while. I saw his memories every night, most of which were about victory in some form, or about the boy named Deku. 

I came back to it after I turned 15.

All leading up to afternoon was tame, that was until I happened to glance at my wrist.

Train at 3 today 

Tell Mom to buy pens

Call Na-

I watched in fascination as the sentence finished before me, the only thing I felt was a light press of a pen.

Dad saw my baffled gaze and followed my eyes to my forearm. “Moora come in the kitchen!”

Soon the whole family gathered around my arm.

Anika, now 17, elbowed my stomach. “That means your his age too.”

I made a curious face and seized a pen. “What if I…”

Hello :)

Mom chuckled. “Our little girl’s all grown up.”

It took him a few hours to respond but I felt it.

Hey 

I picked up my pen and scribbled the answer with a small smile.

Hey

Sorry I didn’t say anything the first time

It’s okay no rush

He was silent for a moment, as was I.

I’m I frowned as my name faded from my skin.

You’re what

It won’t let me write my name 

I tried again and groaned as the entire sentence faded into the carmel tan of my skin.

Me either

Damn I pulled myself up from my window sill and sat in the nest of pillows on my bed.

Won’t allow my number either

It’s like it doesn’t want us to meet

I’m getting mixed signals from fate or some shit

I snorted and wiped down my arm, Question

Shoot

Do you see my memories when you sleep?

No tf i have a little red string on my pinky telling me which way to go

BRO WE CAN DEADASS GET THIS OVER WITH IF YOU JUST FOLLOW IT

I tried but it disappears if I do 

Fuck fate fr

Lol

We talked into the early hours of the morning, I learned Deku’s name was really Izuku and he was his old friend, I learned Kacchan was a stupid nickname he came up with when they were kids, I learned he wanted to be a hero when he grows up, I learned that he didn’t want a soulmate in the beginning.

Oh I wrote when he told me.

Not now tho after i got your first message I felt like it would be wrong to push you away

So I’m not an extra

Of course u r

Tf

Just not the worst one

I’ll take it

I told him about my family and my friends, I told him about my quirk and that I too wanted to be a hero, I told him about how I didn’t believe my soulmate was real until I saw the writing.

Why? He asked when I told him.

A lot of what I saw in my dreams was just yelling and explosions so I was convinced I was insane it took a while for my parents to really get me to understand but even then I was afraid you’d be someone who hates me like other people

I’ll kill anyone who hurts you

Thank you seemed like the wrong thing to say to that, any sane person would’ve called the police and gotten scared, but I laughed and rolled over with a smile. Immediately groaning when I saw the sun peaking out my window.

The sun just came up here

Same

Do you live in, the word Japan faded and I smacked my forehead.

I live in

I’m not even gonna try and put down what school I go too

Fate sucks fr

Not that bad

How so?

I met a girl who doesn’t give a fuck that I’m an ass

I flushed from head to toe Lucky girl

I'm the lucky one

Nope

Yup

Nope

Yup

No I’m far luckier for meeting someone who doesn’t care that I’m strange

You’re not strange whoever believes that is wrong

And you’re not an ass

I woke to the ceiling with the blank stare, my face in a tired frown, bags practically tattooed under my eyes.

Morning

That got me up, I slid out of bed and reached for my pen.

How’d you sleep?

Good and you?

Meh some extras blowing up my phone all night,

I giggle and walk down stairs with the pen, Anika rolls her eyes at my cheerful state. “Sup fucknugget.”

With a frown I use my quirk and spin her chair around, the floorboards rippling around at my command. Dad came down stairs and lightly hit me on the back of my head. “Fix my floor Rae.”

I turned the wood back to its original position with a huff, Dad mumbling a thank you and pouring me a cup of coffee. “What’s on the agenda Rae?”

Shrugging, I tell him. “I’m off work, might just take a nap.”

Anika gasps. “No! You told me we’d train for my admissions test.”

My idiot sister waited until she was 21 to become a licensed hero, so now she was asking me to train her on everything before the big test.

“Sure, what time?” I truly didn’t care when we went, I just needed the training.

“After breakfast?”

“‘Kay, just be ready.”

“C’mon Bakugou!” Denki begged again.

“No.”

“Really bro?” Kirishima deadpanned. “He can go with-”

He glared at him. “No, don’t side with Dunce Face.”

“Pleeeeease, my friend and I went to a pretty beach just a few minutes away, it’s super hidden so no one will film.”

Kiri rolled his eyes. “You can go Denki.”

Bakugou whirled on him but after these years Kiri had far outgrown him, now towering the blonde. “Fine,” he grumbled, turning to leave. “Hurry the fuck up.”

“Yay!”

“I took my friend to the beach yesterday to train. It was so much fun,” Anika chirped as I drove down the road. 

I shot her a look. “Did you tell him about-”

“No Rae I didn’t,” she said exasperated. “I wouldn’t tell a secret like that.”

“Sure.”

She smacked my arm. “I wouldn’t.”

“Mhm.”

“Rae,” She said dead serious. “I’m your older sister and I’m so proud of your accomplishments, I would never jeopardize your job.”

I laughed softly. “I know, I just worry for the day people find out I’m Atlas, hell even my soulmate doesn’t know, it won’t let me tell him.”

“Sometimes the filter really bothers me,” She told me. “I understand the pain of not being able to tell him the full story.”

I nodded solemnly, pulling into the public beach parking spot. “C’mon time to walk.”

“Only thing I hate about this beach.”

“What the hell Kami!” Kiri shouted, throwing his hands up around him. “You said you knew where we were going.”

He chuckled nervously under the glares of his friends. “Oops.”

Bakugou was practically boiling in rage and frustrating. “Thanks a lot Dunce Face, now we’re lost and our phones aren’t working.”

“What if we make a flare?” Kiri mused. “Would that work?”

He flicked his forehead. “No stupid, we’d light the whole forest on fire.”

The boys were just giving up hope, in the middle of the woods with barely enough water to last the day and one granola bar.

Bakugou’s head perked up when he saw his wrist.

Are you okay I feel like something’s wrong

He rifled for a pen and wrote down an answer.

Denki got us lost on a hike

The fuck? Are you okay???

Yeah just angry

I’m mad there’s nothing I can do

Lol

“AWEEEEEE,” Kiri squealed looking over his shoulder. “She’s so nice!”

Bakugou got ready to punch his best friend but got cut off.

“OW, YOU BITCH!” The yell came from the right of them.

Denki sighed and looked at the boys. “Told you we weren’t lost,” but stopped when he saw Bakugou’s sparking hands.

“Let’s just ask for directions and get out of here.”

Anika rubbed here arm and swore after I punched her arm. “That was uncalled for.”

“What if I’d stabbed your arm,” I told her. “You wouldn’t be complaining then.”

“Uh no, I’d definitely complain either way.”

I rolled my eyes and dropped into a fighting stance. “Round four, three-nothing.”

She groaned but raised herself into an acceptable stance. “Ready.”

We circled each other, I called upon my quirk, the sand shifted with me as I stepped, neither of us made a move  to attack. She lunged forward to grab me but I spun away with grace of a dancer, under my feet the sands balanced me.

I watched as she pulled in air and released it in a loud WHOOSH, pushing me over closer to the water.

She continued to throw gusts of wind at me, each more forceful than the last.

“You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?” I shouted over the roaring wind, a grin forming on my face.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Just a little,” she replied, sending another gust, this time aimed at my feet, causing me to momentarily lose balance.

Using my quirk, I swiftly transformed the sand beneath my feet into a firmer platform, allowing me to stand my ground. I then molded the sand into a series of barriers, hoping to deflect her relentless attacks.

But Anika was quick. She directed her gusts upwards, sending spirals of sand high into the night sky. I watched, a bit awed by her skill, as the sand took the form of large birds, flapping and soaring over the beach, aiming at me.

Laughing, I decided to up the ante. I pulled moisture from the surrounding air, turning it into droplets of water which quickly crystallized into sharp, gleaming icicles. With a flick of my wrist, I sent them darting around Anika, not to hurt, but to challenge.

She deftly manipulated the wind to create a vortex around her, causing my icicles to swirl harmlessly before melting away. "Is that the best you can do?" she teased.

Taking a deep breath, I focused my energy. The sand around Anika began to ripple, forming a series of walls, which quickly transformed into a box to hold her. She looked around, momentarily surprised, before a sly grin formed on her face. She summoned wind currents to lift her up, attempting to get a bird's-eye view of my creation.

I wasn’t about to make it that easy for her. As she ascended, I manipulated the atoms in the air, creating a dense fog, obscuring her vision. I could hear her groan of frustration.

Descending back to the ground, she tried to break through, I reshaped and shifted the walls constantly, making it a challenge for her. But after some time she tore through the ground blowing up the box from below.

A migraine fuzed the corners of my vision, Ani saw this and darted forward, I stubbornly fought hand to hand until one of us lost. She threw poor punches and I frowned trying to amp her up to be better than that.

Needs work… I thought to myself.

I could see as she became tired of my toying around, finally stopping the hitting, she spun around to kick me with a round house. 

“Too slow,” I whispered, catching her foot and knocking her over. “I taught you better Ani.”

She huffed angrily and tried to sit up, but exhaustion weighed down on her and she laid flat to the floor. “I give.”

I laughed and gave her my hand. “Puss.”

“That’s not fair, you're a trained hero!” She exclaimed taking it, she opened her mouth to say something else but something caught her eye. “Hey this is private property!”

My face turned confused and I turned to the tree line. “Who’s there?”

A man easily over 6ft came out of the woods with a blush. “Sorry I got a little lost.”

I grin and shift my weight onto my right leg. “Sure man, where’s the others?”

A shorter guy with sunshine yellow hair came after him. “Ani!”

My sister’s face beamed and she ran up to him. “Kami!”

I deadpanned at her. “Really?”

“Bakugou! Over here!”

“Three of you…” My voice trailed off as I saw him for the first time.

Seeing him was like breathing for the first time, it was like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, it was like my body got plugged in and electricity was flowing through me. My eyes widened and I knew he felt it too as he stumbled out nearly tripping over a tree branch, never once taking his eyes off me.

“Rae?” Anika said with worried eyes. “You okay?”

I didn’t answer, my lips were magnetized to each other, so I nodded numbly. I stepped forward because it just felt right, at this point Ani was next to me and the red head was with him.

“You’re scaring me Rae,” She said nervously. “I don’t wanna tell dad his favorite child died.”

He faintly gasped when she said my name, his hand sparking.

“Screw it.”

Suddenly a powerful outburst of wind threw me off the beach into the water, my instincts kicked in and I solidified the air under my feet. “Anika what the fuck.”

She crosses her arms smugly and grinned. “There she is.”

The boys gaped as I stepped down from the air. “That was a bit excessive.”

“Nah, worth it.”

“You good Bakubro?” The red head asked him.

‘Bakubro?’ I mouthed to myself. That doesn’t sound ri-

“It’s Bakugou.”

I looked up at his vermillion eyes, they bore into me but I held my ground.

“I’m Rae.”

Anika gave me an unsure look. “Uhhhhhh, ya’ll good?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. “I’m great.”

“So you’re Atlas?” He asked me later.

We’d taken them out to the beach house just around the corner. “Mhm, and you’re Dynamite?”

“Yeah.”

The silence wasn’t awkward but rather comforting. 

“All these years, we've been going to goddamn meetings together,” I laughed. “Who knew?”

“If we’d talked at all this could’ve been done with this a lot sooner.”

I shook my head in amusement. “Who knew?”

On the beach was Ani and the other two, they were teaching her how to punch properly. I gave up and went to the porch.

From what I could tell he wasn’t great with feelings, I think I’ve known that since we first spoke. So I took the first step and gently took his hand.

“Is this okay?”

He took a steady breath. “Yes.”

#oc #mha #mha fanfiction #mha x oc #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x oc #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader

[dollystuartwrites]

Stray Gods - Chapter 43

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

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Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [43] - [44] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

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Lots of love and many thanks to my beta’s from wattpad: rocker7898 and sydneye2411. You guys made my writing so much better <3

An annoying buzzing sound woke you up. You opened your eyes and were greeted by soft lips and closed eyes with long lashes. Minho was still asleep. You smiled at the sight of him sleeping so peacefully. Then that annoying sound interrupted your perfect little moment again. You sat up. You were surprised to see you were in your own bedroom. Normally, you were the one sleeping over in their rooms, but apparently Minho had brought you back to your own room. Something brushed against your fingers and you looked down. Minho was holding your hand. You felt your heart warm, but once again your moment was interrupted by that horrible buzzing sound. You looked around. On your nightstand lay your phone, Adam’s name appearing on the screen. You quickly withdrew your hand from Minho’s hold, picked up the phone, and tiptoed out of the room as fast as you could.

‘Hi Adam,’ you said softly, quickly tiptoeing downstairs to the living room, not wanting to disturb any of the others this early in the morning.

‘Oh, good, you finally picked up,’ Adam’s voice sounded relieved.

‘Sorry dude, I was still asleep,’ you said rubbing your eyes as you entered the dark and empty living room.

‘What?’ a vague, familiar voice spoke on the other side of the line in the background. Adam made a shushing sound and you frowned, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.

‘You kinda disappeared on us last night, y/n,’ Adam said, in a lecturing, brother-like tone. It was clear he had been worried.

‘Right,’ you said, feeling yourself blush and racking your brain for excuses.

‘Mr. Lee- your housemate- he went looking for you,’ Adam began, not leaving you any room to explain yet. ‘Sera says she saw the two of you leaving but I-’

‘Oh, yeah, right,’ you said quickly. ‘I wasn’t feeling too well. I guess I drank too much,’ you lied.

‘Drank too much?’ Adam repeated.

‘Yeah, and besides, I saw how much fun you and Sera were having, so I didn’t want to interfere you know? Me being your wingwoman and all,’ you said quickly, hoping the change of topic would throw him off.

You heard a familiar giggle in the background. Adam shushed again.

‘Is someone there with you?’ you asked curiously.

‘What? No- I-,’ he sounded, but his sentence was cut off by someone.

‘Gimme that,’ a familiar female voice spoke. ‘Hi y/n,’ it’s Sera,’ Sera's voice sounded through the phone. You looked up in surprise.

‘Sorry love, we just wanted to make sure you’re alright,’ she said quickly and giggly. ‘We won’t bother you anymore, see you on Monday!’ you heard a scratch and a thud as Adam’s voice protested in the background.

‘Sera, no I-,’ he spoke, but his voice got muffled and you heard another giggle before the dial tone sounded. Surprised, you stared at your phone for a bit and started to laugh.

So, Sera was still with him, even though it was the next morning after the party. Clearly you hadn’t been the only one who had had an interesting night.

A wooshing sound startled you and you jumped in surprise, wheeling around to locate its source. A dark figure appeared in the corner of the kitchen and for a moment, your heart seemed to stop.

‘Y/n?’ a low, groggy voice sounded.

‘Channie?’ you said surprised, recognizing his voice instantly.

‘Yeah,’ he said, stepping into the early rays of sunshine that were coming through the windows. ‘What are you doing up so early?’ he asked, looking at you worriedly. He looked very tired and somewhat disheveled, still wearing the same clothes he left in a few days ago.

‘God, Channie you scared me half to death there,’ you sighed, ignoring his question, but feeling so relieved to see him again. You didn’t wait for his response and ran over, immediately hugging him.

‘Ha-ha very funny,’ he spoke almost bitterly, his voice slightly cracking as he wrapped his arms around you. Home. You felt at home with him.

‘Where have you been?’ you whispered, not letting go of him.

‘You know,’ he hummed vaguely, ‘work.’ This time, you pulled back slightly to face him. His expression was tired, even though he smiled at you. The usual sparkling stars in his eyes were dimmed, as if a mist had settled over them.

‘For so long?’ you couldn’t help but ask. It wasn’t the first time he disappeared for a few days. In the past, the guys had always made you believe he was attending an “unexpected convention” or had to “fly out” for work. They had never really shown any concern about it, and so neither had you, even though he never looked too great upon his return. But nowadays, you knew better. A muscle in his jaw pulled and his brows creased slightly.

‘There… was a flood… I…’ he said slowly, his expression almost pained, before he suddenly looked away. ‘Can we not talk about this?’ he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

‘Sorry,’ you said quickly, embracing him again and putting your ear against his chest as your hands slowly caressed his back. ‘I’m just really happy you’re back again,’ you whispered.

‘Me too babygirl,’ he replied, hugging you back tightly.

You let him hold you for a while. It felt so good to have his arms around you once more.

‘Did you eat yet?’ you asked in a small voice as you listened to his heartbeat. He grunted a soft no, and you let go of him again.

‘How about I make you something?’ you proposed eagerly. Chan raised his eyebrows at you and smiled.

‘Don’t you wanna go back to bed?’ he asked, looking at the early golden rays creeping over the balcony outside. You quickly shook your head. He opened his mouth again, probably to protest, but you quickly interrupted him.

‘Let me make you breakfast,’ you stubbornly offered once more. Chan chuckled softly, his hand taking your chin as he softly kissed your forehead.

‘Well then, I won’t say no to some good food,’ he said, giving in to your stubbornness.

-xxx-

‘So, how was the party?’ Chan asked as you handed him a plate of pancakes with cream.

‘Erm, yeah, fun I guess?’ you said vaguely.

‘You guess?’ he chuckled before taking a bite. You could feel yourself blush.

‘We-I went home early,’ you said evasivly.

‘I know you did,’ Chan chuckled softly, his mouth half full. You looked at him with big eyes as he ate. ‘How do you-,’ you began, blushing even more. He grimmaced at you. ‘Let’s just say it’s hard not to read each other’s minds when they’re being… loud,’ he said. You blinked, feeling your face turn red with heat.

‘I-what? I-no-you… Lino told you?!’ you said feeling extremely embarrassed.

‘Well… he might not have intended to…’ Chan said, pressing his lips together. ‘But as I said, when we have strong emotions, it’s sometimes hard not to send out your thoughts.’

You puffed, opening you mouth to say something, but feeling utterly lost for words.

You watched him eat for a minute, feeling quite awkward and wondering how many of the others had “heard” Minho’s thoughts.

‘Don’t you mind?’ you whispered, barely audible, but he heard you. Chan shrugged.

‘It’s a bit annoying when I’m trying to sleep or… working. But other than that… not really,’ he said truthfully. You swallowed, staring at the slinking pile of pancakes as Chan devoured them hungrily.

‘I gotta admit though,’ he began suddenly when the last pancake had disappeared, ‘it does make me jealous sometimes.’ He didn’t look at you as he said that, grabbing his glass of water instead and gulping it down in one go before continuing. ‘Makes me feel kind of… desperate to be with you,’ he added, putting down his glass and looking at you. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your stomach fluttered.

‘I’m here now,’ you whispered, unsure what you were trying to say. He looked at you for a moment. The mist in his eyes seemed to have vanished now, the visible once again stars completely mesmerizing you.

Chan stretched and yawned, rubbing his eyes for a moment and then beckoning you with his hand. You instantly jumped from your chair, running over to come stand beside him. He smiled at you, his hands going up to cup your face as he seemed to stare into your soul. You swear you could see his light dancing through the stars in his eyes. He was utter beauty and perfection.

‘You haven’t been trying anything with your powers again, have you?’ he asked suddenly and a little sternly. You quickly shook your head. ‘Really?’ he asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

‘Promise,’ you said quickly. He let out a relieved sigh and got up from his chair, pulling you into a hug once more.

‘Good girl,’ he spoke softly, kissing your head before audibly yawning once more. You were burning to ask him more about it. Ask him what he had seen, what he had meant back then. Why had it scared him so much? But the warmth of his hug and the calming smell surrounding you made you push away the questions for now. You simply wanted to be with him.

‘I’m actually pretty tired,’ he said after a minute of holding you. ‘Will you come lie with me for a bit?’

His invitation made your heart glow again and you nodded. He let go of you, taking your hand into his and guiding you up the stairs to his room.

-xxx-

Your body had barely hit Chan’s mattress before he was already beside you, wrapping his arms and legs around you, nuzzling his face into your neck. You felt completely covered by him. Safe. At home. You could hear him audibly sigh, the warm air tickling the crook of your neck.

‘I missed this,’ he mumbled into your skin. You hummed in agreement. Ever since your “change,” you hadn’t really come to their rooms anymore. You rarely used to sleep in your own bed, preferring to cuddle up with one of the guys instead. But all that had changed when you started to realize how you felt about them.

You closed your eyes, inhaling Chan’s warm smell, feeling his heartbeat through your clothes. It was as if you could see and feel his light shining through, even with your human eyes. Yes, you had really missed this. It was about time you’d pick up your old habit of cuddling with them again.

It didn’t take long before you could hear Chan’s breathing getting deeper and feel his heartbeat slowing down. He shifted slightly, his face coming into view. Just like Minho, he was perfect. Just like them all.

You pressed your lips together. Minho was still in your bed. You felt a slight pang of guilt leaving him without saying anything. You knew he wouldn’t mind you being here with Chan, but you didn’t want to startle him if he were to wake up and not be able to find you. Just when you were wondering if you would be able to reach your phone from the nightstand without waking Chan up, the door opened slightly. You looked up. A sleepy looking Felix shuffled into the room, carrying his pillow under his arm.

He spotted you, but didn’t seem at all surprised to see you laying there cuddled up with Chan. Carefully he tiptoed over to you as you followed him with your eyes. He stopped next to you, flapping his hand to you as he yawned, his eyes were barely open. You frowned at him, not understanding what he meant for a moment.

‘Scoot,’ he whispered lowly. You blinked for a moment, then did as you were told, scooting over as much as you could towards Chan without waking him up. Felix instantly put down his pillow on the spot your head had just been and crawled under the covers. He rolled over until he was laying against you too, wrapping his arm around you and putting his leg over both yours and Chan’s legs, his pointed chin on your shoulder.

For a moment, you had to do your best not to burst out in laughter, being almost squished as you were completely sandwiched between the two men.

‘Love you,’ Felix mumbled softly, his low voice vibrating through your whole body. It was as if he had spoken some kind of magic word. Your giggly mood instantly subsided and you felt at peace. The arms and legs of the men in front of you and behind you were draped over your body and it felt like a protective blanket. A deep, warm feeling made your heart overflow. It was as if the goddess inside of you was purring, finally at peace by receiving and giving so much love and warmth. You closed your eyes, feeling Felix’s heat on your back, wishing this moment would last forever.

-xxx-

Something soft pressed against your forehead and you opened your eyes. Felix kissed your forehead gently, his brown spotted eyes meeting yours.

‘Good morning,’ he whispered low and soft. You smiled at him. ‘It’s time to get out of bed,’ he added in a whisper. You nodded a bit sleepily, looking over your shoulder at Chan who’s hands were still on your waist. ‘Let’s let him have more rest,’ Felix said softly. You nodded agreeing and he helped you carefully get out of Chan’s grip. Chan stirred for a moment, but then turned on his back, withdrawing his arms and freeing you. Felix and you climbed out of bed and you grabbed his hand as you walked towards the door. You hesitated for a moment, looking back at Chan.

‘He’s extra cute when he’s asleep isn’t he?’ Felix whispered softly. You grinned at him. ‘Don’t worry,’ he added, squeezing your hand gently, ‘he’ll probably wake up around dinnertime. You know he won’t leave without saying goodbye.’ Feeling somewhat more assured now, you nodded and together you left the room.

-xxx-

‘There she is,’ Minho said from the couch spotting you walking down the stairs with Felix. You looked over. Minho was sitting on the couch watching TV with Hyunjin who was scrolling through his phone. Around the kitchen table sat Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin. They were eating while Changbin was standing in the kitchen cooking, wearing his favorite pink apron.

‘Leaving me all alone to sneak off and cuddle with two other men huh?’ Minho said while pouting, his voice laced with a teasing tone.

‘Not like you’ve never done that,’ Hyunjin said sarcastically without even looking up from his phone. You looked over at Felix questioningly.

‘I told him where you were when he woke up. He was looking for you,’ Felix explained, tapping the side of his head to indicate their way of communication.

‘Sorry Lino,’ you said pouting and walking over to him.

‘Pff sorry my ass,’ he scoffed, looking away and folding his arms.

‘He’s just jealous,’ Seungmin sounded from the kitchen. Minho’s face turned around so quickly that it was almost scary. He looked at Seungmin with eerily narrowed eyes, but Seungmin seemed unimpressed, taking another bite of his pancake.

‘Oh, Linooo,’ you said teasingly, ‘you don’t have to be jealous. How can I make it up to you?’ you said in your cutest voice, giving him your sweetest pout. Minho turned his face away from you again, clicking his tongue, but you could see him smile.

‘Make up for the time I have missed cuddling,’ he said faking a sulk. You grinned and instantly went to crawl on his lap.

‘Hey, that’s my spot,’ Han pointed as he came walking over. You shrugged playfully as you nestled yourself into Minho’s willing arms.

‘You guys can share, there’s plenty of me to go around,’ Minho chuckled, pinching your cheek playfully and kissing you on the head.

‘What was that about two men cuddling?’ you began teasingly.

‘Oh, shut it,’ Minho laughed as Han scooted over to put his head on your shoulder and his arms and legs around yours and Minho’s, similar to what Felix had done before.

‘Your breakfast my Goddess,’ Changbin said, suddenly appearing infront of you with a plate of smoking hot pancakes. You hadn’t eaten anything when you had made the pancakes for Chan, but now you were quite hungry.

‘Erm, I’m a bit pre-occupied at the moment,’ you laughed, barely able to move with all the arms that were around you.

‘Here, let me,’ Han offered, letting go of you and taking the plate from Changbin. Minho refused to let go of you and Han decided to feed you playfully as Minho kept you in his arms.

He didn’t allow you to escape for the rest of the afternoon, holding you tightly against him and caressing your face and hair every now and then. Whenever you wanted something, Han would instantly jump into action, running out to get you a drink, blanket, pillow, or to change the channel, making sure you felt comfortable before snuggling up against the two of you once more. He seemed to enjoy taking care of you and playing your temporary butler, now and then asking if there was anything else you’d need and smiling from ear to ear if there was.

-xxx-

By the time dinner was served, Chan came trudging down the stairs, as Felix had predicted, yawning and stretching, but looking a lot better than before.

‘Good evening sleepyhead,’ Hyunjin said as he made his way back from the toilet and passing Chan, giving him a peck on his cheek cheerfully. Chan giggled in surprise.

‘That’s it,’ Changbin said, having spotted their interaction from the kitchen while he was cooking and throwing down his spatula sulkily. ‘If no one’s gonna love me today, y’all can cook your own food,’ he said folding his arms and pouting. Instantly you wanted to get up, but Minho held you back, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

‘Oh Binnie, I will love you,’ Chan said chuckling, stretching out his arms and waddling over to him playfully.

‘Me too!’ Felix laughed, immediately jumping up from the couch and running over to hug him as well. Hyunjin ran over too, wrapping his arms around Changbin with some effort as there wasn’t much space left, and putting his head in the crook of Changbin’s neck.

‘Can we like, not burn the food here please?’ Seungmin sighed, already setting the table.

‘Yeah, I’m hungry,’ Jeongin said, leaning back in his chair, already sitting at the table. Changbin made some sulking sounds, but then giggled and continued his cooking.

‘Lino,’ you began looking around at him, ‘you gotta let me go now, it’s time for dinner.’

Han made a sulking sound, and you looked down at him. He had put his head in your lap and you had been playing with his hair for a while now. You clicked your tongue and laughed.

‘Come on guys, we live together,’ you pointed out, ‘it’s not like I’m going anywhere,’ you chuckled. Han sighed and got up from your lap. Minho finally gave in and let go of you as well.

‘My back was starting to hurt anyway,’ he grumbled.

-xxx-

Dinner was the perfect ending to a perfect day. All the boys were in the best of moods. Happily chatting, laughing, and playing with each other. As you looked around the table, Han and Changbin talked eagerly about their workouts, Felix listening in interestedly. Seungmin talked animatedly with Chan and Minho about a new type of car he had his eye on while Jeongin and Hyunjin discussed the latest trends in sneakers.Your heart seemed to fill itself with joy and love. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you felt yourself almost radiating with happiness.

There was nowhere you would rather be than here, sitting there, watching them, loving them. Just the simple act of them laughing and being themselves freely gave you a sense of joy that could not be compared to anything else. You did not need anything else. Just watching them, being happy, being healthy, was enough for you.

When everyone had finished their ice cream, Hyunjin and Changbin grabbed seconds while the rest of the guys were slumped down in their chairs, their faces satisfied and their eyes somewhat sleepy.

‘So what movie will we be watching tonight?’ Han asked with a yawn, the question aimed at no one in particular.

‘Who’s turn is it again?’ Jeongin asked.

‘I think it’s y/n’s turn?’ Changbin answered, looking at you before letting out a burp and making everyone laugh.

‘Oh, before we go,’ Seungmin said suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention as some were already starting to get to their feet. ‘I’ll have to go to Jeju again next weekend for work,’ he announced.

You remembered your last trip to Jeju with the boys, having enjoyed your first vacation with them thoroughly. The idea of going back instantly made you light up again.

‘Can I come with?’ You asked enthusiastically. Seungmin looked at you with raised eyebrows for a moment. It was clear he hadn’t anticipated your reaction. But then his lips curled into a smile and his head tilted slightly to the side.

‘Sure,’ he said, his voice a slightly different tone than usual.

‘I’ll come too then,’ Jeongin said eagerly. Seungmin instantly looked at him sharply, giving him a somewhat wry smile as his eyes narrowed slightly.

‘Erm,’ Chan coughed loudly, ‘weren’t you supposed to help Changbin with something next weekend?’

‘What? No?’ Jeongin said, looking a little uncomfortable as he looked away from Seungmin.

‘Right, Changbin?’ Chan repeated looking at Changbin and raising his eyebrows at him.

‘What? I- Oh! Oh yeah, right, that thing, yeah,’ Changbin said, nodding vaguely as Seungmin now eyed him. He quickly got up. ‘Yep, you erm, you promised Innie,’ Changbin nodded quickly, pushing his chair under the table and looking around, clearing his throat. Before Jeongin could say anymore, Felix suddenly coughed and got up too.

‘How about we clean up this mess before the movie?’ He said quickly, gesturing weirdly at the table. Instantly all the others got up mumbling agreements and hastily got to work. You stared at them with raised brows for a moment, but then decided to join them in their hastened efforts to clean up the dishes.

‘Leave it,’ Seungmin said, who was suddenly standing behind you. You turned to him. One of his hands was tucked deep in his pocket as he brushed the other one through his hair. ‘Let’s go pick the movie,’ he offered, nodding his head back to the TV.

‘Oh, okay,’ you said slightly subdued, but for some reason, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He walked over to the TV with you, plopping down on the couch next to the remote. You sat down next to him, taking the remote and turning on the TV. The noise coming from the kitchen was louder than usual and you looked over for a moment.

‘You sure you wanna come with me?’ Seungmin asked, his voice just barely audible over the loud clanging from the boys who were cleaning up. You looked back over at Seungmin. His bright blue eyes stared at you intently.

‘Of course,’ you said smiling. Seungmin smirked, putting up his feet and leaning back into the couch and looking at the TV.

‘Alright. I’ve been looking forward to spending some time alone with just you…’ he said meaningfully. You could instantly feel the blood rising to your cheeks as you pressed your lips together, holding in a grin.

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[novankenn]

Ah, come on!?!

THREE

Wolf Bete watched completely stunned as Jaune took off his VR Goggles, pulled a pillow out of the bottom drawer of his desk and fell asleep... in the span of less than a minute.

Wolf Bete: This is bullshit.

Pulling the lab coat tighter about his/her body, Wolf Bete idly started to look about the lab. Multiple monitors and screens showed stats, and had lines of code rolling past. Some even appeared to be possibly showing vitals. Which surprised Wolf a little bit. He/she was under the assumption that only they had been in the body building stage... but apparently that was not the case.

Standing up and making a considerable effort to insure the lab coat stayed closed, Wolf Bete started to walk about. Bare feet made slapping noises as they moved along the cold tiled floor. Carrying Wolf Bete along the wall of monitors and view screens, until he./she came to stop next to the only other desk in the fairly expansive room. Sitting upon it were several tablets, almost as if they had been tossed there out of annoyance. Picking one up, Wolf Bete started to read.

Wolf Bete: Hydra...hmm... regenerating grimm... hmm... eight heads... hmm... venom breath... that's so cool!

Wolf Bete lowered the tablet and gave the sleeping form of Jaune a glare.

Jaune: I can feel you starting at me. Stop it.

Wolf Bete: How could you?

Jaune: How could I what?

Wolf Bete: I'm not even done with quality control, and you're already making another... plus, this one has so many awesome powers! Regeneration, multiple heads... venom breath! Where's my special powers?

Jaune: Keep reading... and you do have powers.

Wolf Bete: But not venom breath!

Jaune: Keep reading, and do it quietly... I need sleepy-time.

Wolf turned his/her attention from the grumbling form of Jaune, who during the whole conversation hadn't once lifted his head from his pillow, and continued to read.

Wolf Bete: WHAT!?! How can you be a hydra with only one extra head? No Venom breath? No regeneration? What the hell! This is nothing like the first page!

Jaune: It's sleepy-time. Keep it down.

Wolf Bete: Seriously, dude, how could you let...

Jaune: (shooting Wolf Bete a glare from his pillow) I didn't let anything happen. I was out voted and my budget was cut.

Wolf Bete: Still...

Jaune: Still nothing. I do the best I can with what I have. If the BoD wants to yank two thirds of my proposed budget away from the development of a monster and... and... and...

Wolf Bete: And?

Jaune: Transfer it into our Mobile Applications Department to... to... (Jaune's deep blue eyes started to tear up) to...

Wolf Bete: To?

Jaune: Hire more people, so... so... so they can create larger and more DLC... (sob)

Wolf Bete sets down the tablet and turned his/her head away as Jaune starts bawling into his pillow, sobbing and choking about how he only needs one employee just to help out... just one.

Wolf Bete: Gee dude, get a gr...

PA: Proximity Alert! Proximity Alert!

Wolf Bete: What the hell is that?

Jaune: Crap, crap, crap!

Wolf watches as Jaune knocks his pillow aside and slaps on his VR goggles, before starting to type madly at his keyboard.

Jaune: Not good. Not good!

Wolf Bete: What's going on?

PA: Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!

Jaune: Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Shit!

Wolf Bete: Jaune!

Jaune: Activate your armour! Someone has gotten into the lab facility! I'm activating the automated defence systems...

Wolf froze for a second and the frowned. Why was he/she naked if she/he had armour they could activate?

Wolf Bete: When were you going to tell me about the armour thing? Like I’ve been standing around basically naked and this whole time I could have been wearing something aside from your stinky lab coat?

Jaune: I don’t smell, and I’m tired, okay! Really… exhausted! So EXCUSE ME for forgetting something!

Wolf Bete: Take a chill dude! I was just asking!

PA: Automated Defences offline.

Jaune: Crap! Crap! Crap! This is SO coming out of my budget!

Wolf Bete: Seriously?

Jaune: Forget it, just forget I said anything. Are you ready?

Wolf takes a moment and thinks, instantly understanding how to activate their armour. A second later they were sporting bone white plated over their chest, waist, hips and upper thighs… the entire ensemble comparable to someone wearing a sports-top and biking-shorts, with matching armour plates on his/her forearms and shins.

Wolf Bete: Ready!

Jaune: Good! (Stands up and heads for the door.) Let’s go! We need to stop whoever this is!

Wolf Bete: You’re coming?

Jaune: Well duh. I need to observe you… make sure everything is working properly.

Wolf Bete: So you’re not going to help?

Jaune: I’m a listed non-combatant… so I can’t.

Wolf Bete: What if I start to lose? You mean you can’t even help me then?

Jaune: Not officially…

Wolf Bete: How about Unofficially?

Jaune: What are you worried about? You’re the best, most sophisticated monster I’ve ever made… so far.

Wolf Bete: That makes me… heh! What was that?

Jaune: What was what?

Wolf Bete: I’m the best you made… SO FAR? What is that suppose to mean? Like that is totally a motivation killer dude!

Jaune: It’s the truth! You’re the pinnacle of my work… but my work is always evolving! I’m always striving to be better.

Wolf Bete: So what happens to me when one of these ‘BETTER’ creations shows up? Do I get tossed by the wayside?

Jaune: No!

Wolf Bete: Then what happens? What happened to your other creations? Tell me that!

Jaune: They were retried and got office jobs at Head Office!

Wolf Bete: So you will… wait what? Did you say they have office jobs? What type of office job can a monster do?

Jaune: Well… I… um… well…

Wolf Bete: That was a lie! They’ll destroy me when you make my replacement!

Jaune: No they won’t!

Wolf Bete: How do you know? Where are your other creations?

PA: Intruder in sublevel three.

Jaune: There are none, okay? You’re my first!

Wolf Bete: Huh? How is that possible? Like… huh?

Jaune: I JUST finished my degree, and everything up until you have been theoretical prototypes… you’re my first design that the BoD has ever approved for actual production!

Wolf Bete: I’m the first? I…

Jaune: Yes, you are now… I need you to do your thing and get rid of our intru…

The sound of groaning and creaking metal caused both Jaune and Wolf to turn towards the locked steel door of the lab. A black glow surrounded the door, and the pair watched in amazement as the door buckled outward and then folded itself in half, before falling to the floor useless.

Jaune/Wolf Bete: Holy shi…

????: This is the end of the line Inner Circle! I’m going to shut down this vile hive of evil and villany!

Jaune: No…

Wolf Bete: Is that?

Jaune: Yes…

The pair watched as an armoured female figure stepped over the ruined remains of the door. Her bodysuit was a bright crimson red that matched her flowing hair. The metal plates of her armour, a golden bronze. Her facial features were hidden behind some sort of mask that covered her face, yet left her hair unhindered.

Jaune/Wolf Bete: The Red Huntress.

RH: Surrender and I will make sure the Vale Authority show you leniency, evildoers!

Wolf Bete: (Looking at Jaune) Did she just say evildoers?

Jaune: (Looking at Wolf) Yes.

Wolf Bete: I’ve just been born, and even I know that is lame.

RH: It is not lame! It’s heroic! Now enough! Surrender!

Jaune: You got this, Wolfie.

Wolf Bete: (Giving the Red Huntress a very toothy grin) Yeah, I do!

Wolf was a blur as they shot forward, closing on the Red Huntress in fractions of seconds. His/Her hands and forearms turning black and becoming wickedly curved and sharp claws. A shield of shining bronze appeared from nowhere, intercepting the attack, but the power behind the strike was enough to drive the Red Huntress back and into the far wall of the corridor.

RH: This monster is strong… I will have to be… huh?

Wolf Bete: That’s right, Red Huntress! I’ve got your number, and after I’m done beating you down, they’ll have to give me my new body!

RH: This is SO WRONG! I knew the Inner Circle were fiends… but… but this!

Wolf Bete: What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re…. HEY!

RH: (Booking it up the hall and away from the lab.) FILTH! SMUT! MY VIRGIN EYES!

Wolf Bete: You better run! I’m going to…

Jaune: Wolfie!

Wolf Bete: WHAT!

Jaune: (Turns his head, his face flushed red.) Put on the lab coat.

Wolf Bete: Why? I have my armour on!

Jaune: Ah… there seems to be an error with your armour… 

Wolf Bete: Error?

Jaune: Um… yeah… um… you’re not wearing it anymore. 

Wolf Bete: (Looks down and sees that they are indeed naked.) AHHHHHHH!!!

Jaune: There must be a calibration error or something… I can fix it… with a patch… but… put on a lab coat… please?

Wolf Bete: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

(== Table of Contents ==)

#rwby #miss kuroitsu from the monster development department #jaune arc #salem #jaune is a grimm designer #anthropomorphic grimm #humanoid grimm #wolf bete #All of Jaune's sisters outrank him in the organization #salem wants world domination not destruction

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Back to You | 1

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eight months ago, you swore you would never step foot in Hawkins again. When Robin begs for you to come home for spring break, you find yourself agreeing despite better judgment. You’ve missed everyone, you could endure one more week in Hawkins if that means you can see your friends again. 

Words: 4.8

Part: 1/9

Warnings: Language, alluded depression and anxiety, v angsty 

A/N: This is very briefly edited bc I am SO excited for this. I’ve been thinking a lot of ST4 and this series has been bouncing around in my head since it came out. I’m basically just rewriting season 4 with Y/N included. I really like how this part turned out and the future of this series. Feedback is always loved and appreciated :) 

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Two weeks ago, you had made a big mistake.

You lounged on the cheap chair in the corner of your living room. It was brown and dingy; its previous owners got their money’s worth before dumping it off at Goodwill. It wasn’t your favorite piece of furniture, it didn’t match your style and it was too big for the apartment, but it was all you could afford. You chose not to think about its stains as you sank further into the permeant dip of the cushion, phone pressed against your ear and listened to Robin ramble about Vicky for the third time that week.

“She sounds like a total catch.” You giggled, wrapping the phone’s cord around your finger.

“She is,” she whined. “I just sound like a complete idiot every time I try to talk to her. I get all frazzled and my mind goes blank and I just can’t ever shut up.”

“Maybe she finds it endearing.” You offered.

“Or annoying,” she groaned, “What if she thinks that I’m just some annoying girl in band who talks too much about nothing. Oh god, what if she secretly hates me and finds me insufferable before I even know if she’s into girls or not!”

“Dude, seriously you need to calm down. She clearly doesn’t hate you if she keeps making an effort to talk to you. Maybe just ask her to hang out to see where things go.”

“I can’t do that, what if I read too much into things and try to make a move or what if she says one thing and I take it as another or—”

“Robin,” you interrupted. “You never know unless you put yourself out there.”

“The timing’s just all wrong, it’ll be spring break and I won’t see her for a week. I don’t even know if she has plans or if she’ll be in Hawkins.”

“No that’s perfect, it’s the perfect time to ask to hang out. No school, no band rehearsals, she’s basically guaranteed to be free for the week. And if she does have plans that’s even better, she knows you want to hang out outside of school, so you do something when she gets back.”

“Hey, wait a minute.” Her tone changed, suddenly serious. “Your spring break is at the same time, isn’t it?” Dread instantly crept its way into your stomach. You gulped before answering.

“It is.”

“You should come home!” She cheered on the other end of the line.

“No, Robin. I can’t.” Your mind went reeling, thinking of all the excuses under the sun to not return to Hawkins. “But you could come here! There’s so much more to do here than back home. You can meet all the friends I’ve made, and I could show you around campus, I know you said you were thinking about applying. I could get Amy’s ID for the week so you could get into the bars, you guys look similar if you squint.” It was your turn to ramble. “And you could sleep on the pullout or even in my room and it’d be like one weeklong sleepover!”

“Oh please,” she scoffed. “I can’t afford a plane ticket and I still don’t have my driver's license there’s no way I could get there. Plus, my mother would kill me traveling that far on my own. But I know you have some big girl money from getting published in all those fancy literary magazines, and maybe coming home will give you some inspiration for writing your next piece, you said you’ve been having writer’s block the other day! It just makes sense for you to come here.”

You were quiet for a long time. It had been a rough eight months, even if you couldn’t admit that out loud. You always knew you’d leave home for school. Receiving the crisp acceptance letter sealed your fate by the end of your senior year. It wasn’t your dream school, but it was the farthest away from Hawkins and at the time, that’s all that mattered. You needed a fresh start, fresh faces, fresh town. A place where monsters, research labs, and heartbreak were a part of the past.

You fled Hawkins one month after Starcourt burned to the ground. You packed up only what your car could hold and drove through state lines without looking back. You cried a lot on that journey and cried even more when you unlocked the door to your empty apartment on the fourth floor. It was supposed to be a happy time, an exciting adventure. That’s always how you envisioned your great escape, but you were forced to face it alone. You were consumed for weeks with grief and loneliness that you thought would never end. You were convinced that no matter how far you traveled from home you would feel miserable and alone forever.

You wrote constantly to keep yourself sane. Stories with happy endings in made-up places where nothing ever went wrong. Where the girl gets the guy, and everyone lives happily ever after. Only one of those stories got published. So, you wrote about what you knew. A group of kids on the cusp of adolescence and adulthood fighting an evil that spread through their small town. You wrote about friendship, and finally, when you were ready, you wrote about love. You wrote about your heartbreak and turned it into something beautiful, something that would sell. You relived the two years of anguish you tried so desperately to run from just to have food on the table. You did what you knew how to do best: struggle to survive.

When school started, things got better and a little easier. You made friends with classmates and had study sessions in the library. You went to sports games and cheered in the stands surrounded by people who you were trying to fit in with, pretending that just for a moment you didn’t feel so alone. When Jennifer turned twenty-one, she bestowed you her ID so you could get into the bars without spending money on a fake. The two of you didn’t look alike, but somehow it always worked. You even fell in love again, for a little while at least. But that’s part of the past now too.

And when students left for Thanksgiving and Christmas break, you stayed cooped up in your apartment, working tirelessly to turn it into a place you liked being for once. You shipped gifts to the kids, Robin, your family, and even the Byers over the holidays and their Christmas cards hang proudly on your fridge. You’d read letters from the kids, keeping up with their lives from so far away. Even though you only had a brief month of friendship with Robin before you left, the two of you talked almost nightly. She kept you in the loop with the drama that filled the halls of Hawkins High and you told her about the cute boys and girls you were partnered with for projects. Life wasn’t ideal by any means, but it was getting better, and you’d be damned if something ruined that.

“No, I can’t go back there.” You said firmly, content with your decision, even if it pained you.

“Y/N, please. I miss you like crazy. We all do.” She begged. “Dustin never shuts up about you, he treats your letters like prized possessions. It’s like an event whenever he gets one from you.”

“Robin,” you warned, but she kept going.

“And I’m not sure what Max tells you when she writes, but I can tell somethings really wrong, she won’t talk to anyone about it, but maybe she’d talk to you. You were always pretty close with the girls. I think it’d help her a lot if you came to visit. And—and Lucas! They’re actually doing really well in the tournament and if they beat East Lincoln and Christian Academy, they’ll make it to the championship game! I mean he’s definitely a bench warmer but maybe if you’re there they’ll put him in, and you could see him play. I don’t know how sports work but even if they don’t, I’ll have to be there because of band, and you could see how hot Vicky is! And Mike, actually I think Mike will be in California, so he doesn’t count.”

“Robin.”

“And St—” she stopped herself before she could finish his name.

“Okay, okay, Jesus.” You don’t know what came over you at that moment. Maybe it was just to shut her up, or maybe it was the longing to see everyone again because you really did truly miss them all, or maybe it was because you couldn’t bear to hear Steve Harrington’s name out loud even after all these months. You couldn’t be sure, but you regretted your words instantly.

You don’t remember how the conversation ended, too absorbed with the sudden anxiety of what going home endured. It was all she could talk about in the two weeks leading up to your arrival. The phone calls consisted of her plans and her deciding which days to request off work. You had to bite your tongue, you didn’t want to ruin her happiness. You thought of excuses to get out of going, you considered faking an illness or pretending your boss needed you for the week. She’d be able to see right through it all.

You swallow the bile that’s slowly rising up your throat the closer you get to Hawkins. The hatred for the place brews as you see the mile markers bringing you closer to the cursed town. The town you vowed you wouldn’t step foot in again. For a moment, you think about turning around, surely she’d understand. But now your mom expects you to be home for break and you’d rather face gnawing anxiety than your mother’s wrath. It’d only be for a week. Seven days and you could go back to your apartment and busy school schedule. You could do this, or at the very least you have to try.

You speed down the back roads trying to reach the school on time. The championship game starts in fifteen minutes and Robin would have your head on a stick if you missed the band play. You’ve rehearsed how you’ll speak to Steve when you inevitably have to. You promised Robin you’d be civil but not nice. Steve doesn’t deserve any pleasantries from you.

You weave through the halls towards the gymnasium, offering small waves and forced smiles to people you haven’t seen in what feels like ages. You want to avoid small talk, and you don’t have the energy to entertain pointless conversations.

The gym is in chaos as you enter. Students both enrolled and graduated alike cheer for the basketball team as they practice drills on the court. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the school so excited about something, so unified. Then again, you didn’t pay much attention to these kinds of things when you were here, your mind too preoccupied with worrying about the Upsidedown while just trying to graduate yourself.

You feel awkward and out of place as you walk across the hardwood. You can’t find Dustin, Max, or Mike in the stands as you scan the crowd for a familiar face. You’d even settle for Misty White to stand by. The two of you were never close by any means but your schedules always seemed to match up throughout the years, so talking to her for an evening wouldn’t be completely miserable.

Your knees buckle when you see Steve. You thought that by now, after eight months, after hundreds of phone calls with Robin, after a few mentions of him to your therapist, after countless nights crying, and after hours in the car preparing yourself for this very moment you thought that it would be easy. You thought that you had healed, and this would be less painful. But seeing him, especially with Brenda, someone whose last name you can’t remember. A girl he never even looked at or mentioned or gave the time of day opened every wound that had scarred since the last time the two of you spoke.

For a fleeting moment, he looks at you. You can tell even from where you stand, he stumbles over the sentence he’s speaking. You see the way his shoulders tense and the brief pause in his step. You look away, beelining towards the corner where you thankfully spot Nancy Wheeler.

“Mind if I crash the party?” You say, shoving your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. You two had always had a complicated relationship, not quite friends but not acquaintances, tethered together by shared trauma and the commonality of once dating Steve Harrington. You were always cordial with one another, either waving in the halls or making small talk when you picked up Dustin from her house when you used to babysit throughout the week. You don’t despise Nancy, never have. Though you felt a strange tension settle between you both once your and Steve’s relationship reached the public eye. There was a mutual understanding of distance you kept between each other.

“Holy shit, hey!” She looks up from her scribbling and wraps you into her embrace. “It’s good to see you again. Thought you’d never come back to this place.” She offers a breathy laugh.

“It’s good to see you! And yeah, that was the plan, but Robin has a way with words.” You gesture towards the senior surrounded by her band members. She pays no attention to you as she plays music for the crowd, knowing the notes by heart. She looks older now that you can finally see her in person, she’s grown into herself more. You feel a sense of pride take over you watching her from afar, it’s nice to see her in her element. “How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know,” she waves her hand nonchalantly, “Trying to distract myself, I guess. I’ve been working a lot on the school’s newspaper, so it’s taken a lot of my time.”

“Robin mentioned that a while back, I hear you’re like the school’s celebrity.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” She giggles. “How about you? You’re writing now or something?”

“Something like that.” You don’t like to talk about your stories. They’re hard enough to write, let alone speak about them. It’s not just your life you fabricated into sentences and paragraphs, it’s a little bit of everyones. “It’s just something that brings in a little extra money to scrape by. Rent’s expensive out there.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky. You’re one of the few that got away.”

“Yeah, but at what cost?” You mean to say it as a joke, but you both know it carries more weight than what your laugh conveys.

“Everyone now, please rise for our National Anthem.” You’re thankful for an interruption as a man takes the floor. The room’s silent besides shuffling feet to stand. “Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own, Tammy Thompson!” You ignore the claps and whistles as your head snaps towards Robin who has finally caught your eye.

“Holy shit!” You whisper in unison. Robin suppresses a giggle before eyeing the girl to her left, who you can only assume is the infamous Vicky.

“A babe!” You flash a quick thumbs up.

“I know!”

You direct your attention back to the bleach blonde. You haven’t kept up on any of your fellow alumni, you didn’t even know Tammy made it to Nashville. And from the pitchy vocals and prolonged vibrato, you can only hope she hasn’t landed a record deal. You and Nancy share a knowing look, each of you trying to suppress laughter as she continues.  

A pit forms in your stomach seeing Steve and Robin whisper in your peripherals. You have no reason to feel a sense of jealousy, you had made it painfully clear you never wanted Robin to choose between you and Steve. They’re undeniably closer which is partly your fault, you were the one who left after all, and yet, part of you still feels left out. They’re no doubt talking about Steve’s Muppet joke that was made in your presence. You can feel his eyes linger on you, waiting to join in on their banter. You don’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledgment.

Instead of focusing on your estranged trio and Tammy’s lack of talent, you find Lucas in his lineup. He bounces nervously on his feet, his chest heaves under his hand as he tries to control his breathing. He too looks different than what you remember, he’s lost most of his boyish features and encompasses more of a man’s. His head whips back towards the stands, you’re sure he’s trying to find the rest of his party, or what remains of it still in Hawkins. His face falls when he’s met with an empty bleacher. 

A piece of your heart breaks for him. You’ve always thought highly of Lucas, enjoying his humor and the deep love he has for his friends. Even if he didn’t say it much, you saw it clear as day. Throughout the years of babysitting Dustin, you had your fair share of chauffeuring the boys around town to the movies or arcade. Lucas would chip in a quarter for gas or pay his fare with a bag of candy, despite the numerous times you said it wasn’t necessary. You found yourself on many occasions giving him advice on how to smooth over an argument with Max or what to get her for her birthday on the drives back to his home. They always brought a brightness out of each other that you thought they both desperately needed. Seeing them interact together was like a breath of fresh air. You had heard about their recent breakup, Max mentioned it in a letter or two. You’d be lying to yourself if it wasn’t sad news. Sure, they experienced many breaks and breakups in their time of dating, but something in the way she wrote made it feel more permanent this time around.

“Lucas!” You whisper shout, trying to gain his attention. He finds you in the corner quickly, smiling at you as you wave. “Good luck!” You see a glimpse of the same brightness you once saw, you’re glad he hasn’t lost it completely. He returns a shy wave before looking back towards the court. At least he knows he still has one person in his corner, that was enough for you.

You cheer with the rest of the school when the Tigers make a goal. You try your best to ignore the camera clicks beside you as a student snaps pictures of the game. You’re thankful that Nancy is too preoccupied in her notepad and whispering to Fred to hold a conversation with you. Truthfully, you’re not sure what you’d have to talk about.

You watch more intently once the coach calls Lucas into play. You can’t help but look to Robin once he makes it onto the court.

“See?” She mouths, you can only roll your eyes. You watch the teams scramble on the floor, going back in forth, neck in neck with scores.

You sit straighter when the ball is in Lucas’ hands, pushing his way through the small mob of men. With two seconds left on the scoreboard, he pivots to make the shot. You hold your breath as he shoots, hands clasped together in desperation. You ignore the buzzer as the ball sails through the air. You and Nancy stand from your seats the closer it gets to the hoop.

The room roars when he makes it. You and Nancy even throw your arms around each other in celebration. Your heart soars with happiness, proud of the young boy as his team swarms around him, hoisting him onto his shoulders.

You follow the rest of the people out into the front of the school, wanting to give your congratulations to Lucas before you make your way home. You wait with lingering students waiting to catch a glimpse of the newfound basketball star.

He walks out with a group of three other boys, you can’t contain your excitement at the sight of him. “Lucas!” You call, jogging to reach him and pulling him into your arms. “You were incredible out there, you fucking killed it!” His brows raise in surprise at your vulgar, you were never one to swear in front of them as they were kids. “Oh please, don’t act like you haven’t been cursing since you were nine.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” He chuckles returning your hug quickly. “Thanks for coming, it means a lot.”

“Of course,” you grin. Both of your attention tears away from each other as another set of school doors burst open. At once, you see Dustin, Mike, and Erica having a celebration of their own. Your smile falters watching the three of them. Lucas’ excitement vanishes as he takes in the sight, it’s clear how much he wanted them there. “Hey,” you start, struggling to find a way to make the situation better.

“Lucas!” Another boy joins you, bumping into Lucas’ shoulder. “Come on, man!” You see Lucas force a smile before looking back at you.

“Go, have fun. You Deserve it.” You try your best to sound encouraging.

“I’ll see you around?” He asks already making his way to follow his team.

“Absolutely.” You confirm. “Be safe. And make good choices! You have my number if you need me to come get you.” You call after him. He throws a thumbs up your way before disappearing into the sea of people, refusing to look back at his friends and sister.

You collect your thoughts before taking strides toward the others. They’re raving about their own game, laughing and joking as they recall epic plays. You smile, glad they can still find happiness, glad they can still be kids despite the hell they’ve been through.

“Long time no see.” You interrupt.

“Y/N!” The three cheer in unison. Dustin rushes forward, pushing past Erica and Mike and into your arms.

“Hey, kiddo.” You smile.

“You totally missed it!” Dustin screams pulling away. “We were finishing Eddie’s campaign and we should’ve gotten our asses kicked because Vecna’s still alive and Lady Applejack and I were the only ones left on the battlefield and we killed him! We won!” Dustin turns to give Erica another high-five.

“Sounds pretty intense. You guys missed a good game yourself. Lucas made the winning shot.”

“Holy shit, he got off the bench?” Mike’s eyes grow wide hearing the news.

“Sure did, you should’ve been there.” You didn’t want to berate them, but you wanted to stand up for Lucas, to hold them accountable for something they shouldn’t have missed. They all share a look, one that’s full of remorse. “Look, I’m glad you guys had fun, but just make it up to him, okay? It was really important to him.”

“But Eddie’s campaign was important! It’s not our fault Lucas wants to be Mr. Popular now. He should’ve been there. Eddie’s been planning it for weeks we couldn’t just abandon him.” Dustin rants.

“So you chose to abandon Lucas instead?” Whatever words Dustin is about to say die in his throat. “I’m not mad, but he definitely is, and he has every right to be. So just give him some space. He’ll come around eventually.” They nod understanding. “I’m probably gonna head out soon, does anyone need a ride home?”

“No, Nancy’s taking me home since I have to be up early for my flight tomorrow. I should probably go find her.” Mike says.

“Oh, right California!” You say. “Say hi to El and the others for me, yeah?” Mike nods, excusing himself from the group.

“Do you mind? Steve ditched me for Brenda.” Dustin cuts himself off before continuing, visibly cringing at his words. “Sorry.” He murmurs.

“Don’t worry about it. Erica?”

“Tina and her family are here, we’re having a sleepover tonight.” She says spotting her friend in the slew of people that are still milling around.

The three of you share your goodbyes before you lead Dustin to your parked car. He gives you the entire rundown of the campaign as you walk. He speaks in vivid detail about each roll and how the party died one by one over the course of the evening.

Steve and Brenda walk across the pavement a few yards ahead of you. You can faintly hear Brenda’s voice carry itself through the air. You aren’t sure what her story entails, but you can tell by the way Steve responds he’s disinterested. It’s an odd pair, she’s someone that the old Steve would’ve taken interest in, but you know how much he’s grown since he reigned Hawkins High, or at least you thought he had.

Steve visibly sighs when the two of them reach his car. His face lights up when at the sight of Dustin across the lot, maybe he’s conjuring up an excuse to ditch her for the night. If that’s the case, the plan is abandoned when his eyes land on you. He pursues his lips, his gaze unwavering as you take each other in fully. He lifts his hand in an awkward wave, one that you don’t return. Instead, you unlock your door quickly with the key and throw yourself into the safety of your own vehicle.  

“So, how’s being a big bad freshman?” You ask Dustin as you turn out of the parking lot.

“It’s not too bad. Better than middle school, I guess. We’re not getting bullied as much, Eddie really helps with that.”

“Munson, right?”

“Yeah, did you know him?” He asks turning to you to the best of his abilities in the passenger seat.

“I mean not well. He was in my grade before getting held back. We never really talked but I always saw him around.”

“Right,” he nods, “I think everyone’s kinda scared of him? Or maybe they just think he’s weird, I don’t know. But nobody really messes with us, I think it’s because they don’t want to deal with Eddie if they do.”

“Does he stand up for you all?”

“He has before.” He shrugs. “He just made us feel like we finally belonged somewhere. Like, sure, we’re weird but he is too so it just works.” You can’t help but smile at his explanation. 

To be honest, you were worried about him starting high school. You had always felt a strong bond with the young boy, a sisterly instinct would always kick in when Dustin was near. Probably because you both practically grew up side by side, you started the babysitting gig at the ripe age of ten when he was only six. Which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas from your parents and Claudia, but you’ve always been trustworthy. You know how rough middle school was for the group of four, high school would automatically be weirder and more difficult now that Will wasn’t around.

On his first day of the new school year, Dustin called you. You had never told him, but you took the day off work, just in case he needed you for even a moment. You held your breath when the phone rang. When you answered you could hear his grin through the receiver. You had never felt so much relief as he talked about a club called Hellfire and a “totally awesome” leader named Eddie. You had assumed it was Munson but never had the chance to confirm that detail. Who it was didn’t matter, all you cared about was that someone was looking out for him in the walls of the school. He was totally defenseless there, with you miles away and Steve freshly graduated himself you feared it’d be a warzone for Max and the three boys.

“How’s college?” He asks, ripping you away from your thoughts.

“Good, different, but it’s nice. They have a Dungeons and Dragons club there, too. I always think about you guys when I see them playing on the quad.” You chuckle, pulling into his driveway. “I’m really glad you’re doing well.” You say sincerely as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“As goes for you.” He grins, punching your shoulder slightly. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Hey,” you call after him just before he closes the door. “I missed you, kid.”

“Missed you too. It feels good to have you back.” He gives one last wave before retreating into his home.

It’s a weird feeling being back in your hometown, you knew it would be. You drive through the streets away from Dustin’s house by muscle memory, spotting the sporadic renovations a few houses have had. It feels oddly peaceful, comforting even despite the deep hatred you have for this place. As you pull into your own driveway, you feel like you’re sixteen again, just following the routine you had grown so used to back then. You sit for a moment, taking it all in. And even though in this very moment it feels easy to be back again, you can’t help but feel like this town is going to swallow you whole for the fourth time.

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 A bit from a US interview.

TW : This is not a real incident. This is entirely fictional. Eight out of the nine people mentioned in the fic are real human beings, the rest are completely fictional. Do not quote.

Synopsis: A little snip-bit from an interview from a podcaster friend of Chris’ while they were in NYC. This is not the entire interview. Just some incidents that made onto the news.

The kids landed in NYC after their Japan Osaka concert and were exhausted. They had a couple of hours to themselves but almost all of them spent it sleeping or lounging around. The day after, early morning, they had their fittings for the VMAs. Right after the fittings, Chris’ friend texted him, asking if they were down for a chill, hotel hangout with the entire band? They would goof around, ask some questions about their lives and careers, film a podcast…?

Chris agreed and now they were in his hotel room, with a couple of mic set ups for the members and Chris’ friend, Matt sitting across them.

Matt: So, I love how much I’m hearing about you guys in the tabloids, on news, social media… Ya’ll are just blowing everything up!! I’m honestly so proud of you guys!

Changbin: Dude, what happened? Seungmin: Are you dying or something? Lee know: Why are being all senti?

*Everyone cackles in the room*

Matt: No, but for real, Ya’ll are out there, just owning life. I love to talk around, tell people, ‘I grew up with them hehe”

No but getting back to the interview, I wanted to talk about how most of the internet just doesn’t know about where and how ya’ll grew up! Most of those sites, that claim to know you guys, are just full of shit!

*They break out in loud laughter* Changbin: See, now that’s a man who has done his research.

Matt: No, because I come across these articles with headlines that say, ‘Did you know XYZ from Stray kids is actually not-‘ Bitch, you don’t tell me!

*Laughter roars again*

Matt: Something that has gotten me really frustrated is the stories, or rather the back stories their articles write about ya’ll. Chan: What do you mean? Matt: None of them really know, since not all of ya’ll talk about it as much, and I do but- Why don’t ya’ll talk about that a little? You know, where are ya’ll from, your guys’ ethnicity cuz’ it’s all unique, your families..?

Chan: okay, I’ll start? And no pressure, okay? Whoever wants to talk about it, can. Who doesn’t, you don’t have to.

*They all nod in understanding*

Matt: OH yeah! Of course!

Chan: Why don’t we go in the same order as we are sitting in?

Chan: I’ll go first then. I think everyone knows most of mine but lets clear it up a bi- OHH Before we start- I also want to tell everyone something. So when we were about to debut, all of us did not have English name. All nine of us did not have English names, most of us did, but not all of us. And a couple years ago, we had a discussion and decided to rename and change things up a bit and now all of us have complete English names, that we do use on documents. Matt: Ooo! I did not know that. I mean I know a couple of ya’ll but not everyones’ Please tell me!!

Chan: Okay let’s start with me. Felix’s and mine is almost entirely similar with just a couple of years here and there. So, I’ll just cover ours’ both. We were both born to Korean- Australian parents, in Korea itself, but we moved to Australia right after. Literally when I was one. We stayed there till we were convinced by the Seo’s to move to the US. I was in fourth grade by then, and I joined them in the same school in fifth. So that explains my mixed sort of an accent. Sometimes I have some very Australian pronunciations, and sometimes just some American or even Korean side pops out.

As for Felix, he stayed in Australia till he was in fifth grade and came to the US in the middle of the year itself. So yeah, That’s for us!

Matt: yeah, we met in eight grade I think? That’s when we became good friends. I was intensely intimidated by you guys. They were a gang! A group of them just walking around, laughing so loudly!

*Scattered laughs*

Matt: Oh next, Sky, you’re up.

Seungmin: Okay. Pretty simple.

Born in Korea to American-Korean parents, moved to America at two years old. We live on the same block as theirs (Seo’s, Lee’s), just a couple houses away. Chan when moved, he got a house beside mine. Hera, Changbin Hyung and Lee know hyung, we grew up together. I was two when I met them, so basically known them for as long as I can remember. After school, I went to the UK with Hera for higher education and came to Korea directly for Stray kids!

Matt: Wow! Neat, quick!

Han: Okay! So I was born in Korea, to Korean parents and studied there till third grade-ish. Then we moved around a bunch to Malaysia, Thailand, US but eventually got back to Korea and settled there till I joined JYP and met Chan.

Matt: Wow, you moved a lot huh?! *Han nodded*

Hyunjin: So, mine’s also pretty simple. I was born in Korea and lived there till I was almost four or five, I’m not sure. I almost started kindergarten there, even went for a week, but we moved to the US where we met the Armani’s and I joined the same school as hers'. We became friends, and she introduced me to them. (He waved at Seungmin, Changbin and lee know.)

Matt: So, most of ya’ll are raised in America? *They nod in agreement*

Chan: Inne-nah! Go on!

Jeongin: Very short and sweet. Born and raised in Korea, Busan, to completely Korean parents.

Matt: Oh!! Woww So he’s the only true bred, fully Korean Korean in your group? Wow!

*They all cackle*

Lee know: Changbin-ah and mine is I think entirely same, so I’ll just speak for the both of us. I was born to completely Korean parents and my father was friends with his mother. So, she is part Korean, but she went to the US in her teens. My mother, is also entirely Korean and is friends with Changbin’s dad, that actually how they met and set each other up. They all went to the same college along with Hera’s parents. Her mother was friends with my mom and his dad. His parents went to the US right after college with Hera’s parents, and my parents followed a couple months later.

When my mother was pregnant with me, Asians do this thing, where they prefer to go to their hometowns, or their families for pre-natal care. So, my mom had gone back to Korea, that’s where I was born. And Changbin’s mom did the same.

So, both of us are born in Korea, came back to US literally as a few months old and have been raised there.

Matt: woah…

Jeongin: That was a lot. Seungmin: That was you AND you’re parents’ background stories!

Changbin: Yeah, but people do get confused and question us constantly, so here it is. Chan: All there!

Matt: Last but not the least! Chan: Uri maknae!

Hera: So, I’ll just continue Lee know story. My mom went to India when she was pregnant with me and came back to the US at a couple of months old.

Oh but yeah! I am the only one in the group who is not even partially Korean. Seungmin: And yet here you are, in a k-pop band.

Hera: shut up min. So, my parents are both very much Indian, but they studied and lived in the US for the most part. As for me, I studied in the US and went to the UK with Seungmin for higher education.

Chan: Which explains the little British pronunciations she has, so ya’ll can stop making fun of that!

Hera: And some of the members from Ateez had also been our friends since i could remember. I think it was first grade when Bin be friended Yunho, who was friends with Mingi already so that's how we tied up with them. And around third grade-ish was when Wooyoung joined our school and we became friends with him, while San joined in middle school.

As for Hongjoong and Hwa, i think Minho introduced Hwa as their mums knew each other...? And we met Joong through hwa. That's a lot. I don't know how ya'll are gonna process that information.

*they hoot out laughing*

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Werewolf vore, digestion, male pred, multiple prey

With the full moon overhead, belly swaying like a pendulum, the werewolf wandered down the street towards home. He had found a deer within minutes of turning tonight, and with his belly filled nearly to bursting, the wolf in him was no longer fighting for control. On these rare chances without a struggle, every sense felt turned up to 11. His body felt powerful and agile, aside from the giant mass of meat and bone weighing down on his middle.

Just another street ov- oh what's that smell? he thought to himself. Someone was up late grilling. Feeling more distant from his body than he had just a moment earlier, he changed course. No, no no! We were almost home!

The wolf pulled them along towards the source of the amazing scent. He looked over a fence into someone's yard and saw it - a grill with eight burgers sitting on top. Compared to the size of the wolf, the fence was barely an obstacle - on an empty stomach. His belly snagged the top of one of the fence planks, pulling it off of the cheap frame to the ground with a thud.

They lept into the shadows as two men came over to investigate. Okay, as soon as they leave we're going home, he thought angrily. A feeling, like a word without the structure, entered his mind and he knew this was a losing battle: burgers.

The men took out flashlights and started to look around. Oh fuck, we can't be seen, he panicked. The wolf pulled them deeper into the shadows, but the men kept getting closer.

"Hey, what's that over there?"

The flashlight turned right onto their face and the wolf closed the gap. Wait, no, we can't leave a mess here, he thought in a frenzy as he felt the wolf think about tearing them apart and making a break for it. Instead he knocked one of them down, putting his paw over the man's chest, pinning him to the ground. The other man picked up a large branch and swung it, hitting the wolf right on the end of the nose.

Before he had a chance to argue, the wolf had opened their mouth wide and grabbed the man, pulling him chest deep into his now-salivating mouth. Wait, don't- he started to think, but it was too late, the wolf had thrown their head back and the man was halfway down their throat. He lifted his paw and picked up the other man, tossing him up and swallowing him effortlessly. His stomach stretched painfully and the wolf steered them towards home. Maybe they would have burgers another time.

The wolf let up control entirely and he ran home as quickly as he could on all fours, stomach scraping the ground a few times on the bumpier parts. Using his nose, he pulled the unlocked garage door open and back down again. A pile of blankets and a space heater waited for him in the corner, and he flopped down onto his side. He looked at his belly - about the size of the small chest freezer on the other side of the room - and realized he wolf had swallowed the men alive.

Oh fuck, I feel them moving, you didn't crush them with your teeth or when you stepped on that one? Bad wolf! Bad! God I hope they don't stay conscious long...

Handprints made themselves visible on the surface of his furry belly as one of the men punched and pushed and tried to fight his way out. They both shouted angrily, but the thick layer of fur and flesh muffled their screaming significantly. He tried closing his eyes to get a little sleep but the struggling and shouting continued.

After an hour, the struggling weakened on one side, and then stopped altogether. Poor guy, glad he finally passed out, he thought, but was immediately met with more frantic struggling than before as his friend struggled more fiercely than before. The screams were no longer angry, but terrified, and the flailing had become frantic grabbing and clawing and searching for an exit that didn't exist.

His stomach let out a loud groan as if it had woken up from a long nap. You might wanna pass out some time soon dude.

Hours passed and he wasn't sure what had gotten louder: the muffled screams or the wet gurgling of his stomach as it churned up the meat and bones. He thought for sure the guy would have stopped struggling and passed out hours ago, but based on how much louder the yelling had become and that the screaming had become begging, he was going to be one of the unfortunate ones this time and stay awake until his body gave out.

Glancing at the bottom of the garage door, he realized this was going to be a bigger problem for both of them soon: the gap in the seal revealed sunlight. He would start to change back soon. His stomach acid would become less potent and his stomach would lose a tremendous amount of its power, slowing his digestion down to a comparative crawl. You really did it this time, he thought grumpily.

Within a few minutes his body began to shift. His bones were the first to change, shortening and bringing his frame in, followed by a small reduction in muscle mass. The mass in his stomach remained the size size though - and his skin grew tighter and tighter as he shrank down to his regular size. As the fur fell away and his stomach grew as tight as a drum, he could make out some of the shapes inside him: the profile of a deer's head, the softened form of the man who had gone unconscious early on, and the struggling form of the one still struggling.

His stomach let out an unhappy groan at the sudden loss of strength and he mumbled out, "I know, I know...."

The man inside his stomach began moving around and begging, "please, is someone there? help me! please get help! he's digesting me alive!"

Chris let out a small sigh. "Sorry man, the wolf doesn't let me spit shit back up and now that I'm back to my normal self, the uh. The exit isn't quite the same size."

"What? What the fuck are you talking about, get help, please get help, the wolf... the... wait, no. No no no, please tell me you didn't change back."

"Sorry dude, I can't stop it. Pass out if you can, my stomach is gonna do what it's gonna do," Chris said as he used all of his strength to move into a sitting position. His stomach was nearly as big as the rest of him and his legs had to spread open wide to avoid being trapped under.

"Fuck! Fuck you man, fuck you!" he gave a hard kick that Chris actually felt this time, "I'm not your fucking food! Let me out! I'm a person, you can't do this!"

"Dude you're no-URRRP-not the first, second, or third one to end up in there. It's gonna happen. I can't do anything, you can't do anything, just st-"

"Fuck you!" the man interrupted as he shoved and punched the walls of Chris' stomach.

Chris felt that one in his ribs and let in a gasp. "Well fuck you too then, but you're mine now and even if I could let you out, I wouldn't."

Stupid fucking wolf eating everything that moves, he thought angrily as he opened up his post-feast bag. He pulled out his switch, a pair of headphones and drowned out his meals shouting.

A few hours later, the struggling had stopped. He took out his headphones and gave the outline in his belly a push. No response, and the other man's outline had gotten seriously less defined. He gave his stomach a gentle rub on the sides, "poor guys. I hate to do it to them but at the same time..."

His stomach let out a low grumble in response.

"Yeah, you're right," he said as he leaned back, "I love doing it to them."

#male pred #male prey #werewolf vore #male vore

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #1:

Neil Young's Neil Young

My buddy Greg asked me last weekend, very earnestly, why Neil Young? Why is he your favorite artist? Why?

Greg likes Neil. But he doesn't own 38 different Neil records which are what he'd grab, along with his kids and, I guess, the cat, if the house was on fire; nor has he temporarily and blissfully lost all sense of hearing after seeing Neil in concert eight glorious times, once driving 7 hours each way on a work night to do so; nor did he sing each of his safe-from-the-fire kids to psychedelic sleep every night of their childhoods with a steady diet of Powderfinger (my son always insisted the first line was "look out Momma, there's a white bird coming up the river"; if I sang boat instead of bird he'd sit up in bed, his doll Carson cradled in his arms, and howl in indignation), Lost in Space and Little Wing.

(By the way, that fire scenario really happened: long ago, when the kids were still little and there was no room whatsoever left in our tiny home, all my records were stored in a family cabin in the woods; one time I watched the backside of the ridge behind that cabin going up in flames and then rushed home to get everyone, and all of my Neil, into the car so we could get the hell out of there. Everyone/thing made it out just fine.)

In other words, Greg's not me. Plus, he grew up a Pearl Jam guy so we were listening to Mirror Ball as a common ground of sorts when the question, Why Neil Young?, was asked. At that point Neil was hollering about the place called downtown, where the hippies all go, so my first, slightly inebriated, explanation - "dude, I don't know, he's just the best" - didn't really fly. After all, the hippies were dancing the Charleston; they were doing the limbo.

Greg's question is a good one. What attribute can you insert after the statement "Neil Young is the best _____" that adequately describes his odd and supreme genius?

"Poet" doesn't work. Sure, Neil can write about roads stretching out like healthy veins and wild gift horses that strain the reins, but he can also dedicate a ten minute song entirely to describing one person's surplus of mashed potatoes.

Nor can you get away with "he's the best songwriter" when he's released at least 6 different versions of the song Dance, Dance, Dance and much of his oeuvre from the past 10 years spews hot, Promise of the Real sized chunks.

Even Neil's newest robot will probably concur: there isn't any single thing that Young is the stand-alone-best at. (Well, maybe he is the best at screaming into his guitar's pickups...)

And yet, for me, the truth has never been in doubt since I first heard Side 2 of On the Beach over thirty years ago: Neil Young is, and always will be, my favorite musician.

So I think it's about time this blog started wrestling with Neil "Shakey" Young himself. That's why I'm kicking off this weekend with the first of many Shakey Sundays: I'm gonna write about every one of Neil's studio albums, in order.

Those of you who only show up to see if I have more to say about John Darnielle's cooking skills: relax. I'll continue to post Dollar Bin posts on other artists alongside this new project. I promise. But be warned, Young currently has 45 studio albums to his name and I have a ton to say about all of them. So this will take awhile.

I'm not making any promises of the real here: I'll surely take some Sundays off, these posts will often appear, like this one, in truly Shakey fashion, on the wrong day of the week, and I may keel over or get a life before I ever write about Storytone or Fork in the Road. But it's time to give this Neil Young thing a shot, a shot that will ring all around the border, like a venom in the sky. Will we make it? Hey, who knows where or when. But let the Dollar Bin's Shakey Sundays begin.

Here we go:

Neil Young did not yet know how to be NEIL YOUNG in 1968. When putting together his debut solo album he:

Overdubbed instruments and vocals alike instead of leaving everything as live and raw as an octopus that's just been tossed up On The Beach;

Brought in ace session musicians and back up vocalists instead of the wandering cast of reckless, drunken fools who he's been working with ever since;

Boxed up (nearly) every raggedy edge of his sound into tiny, bite-sized morsels instead of pummeling us into submission;

Bounced around from one real studio to the next over three months instead of doing it all in a barn or in front of a crackling fire in the night;

Waffled between, and deferred to, three different producers instead of ordering everyone around like they were his private army of Jawas; and finally,

He recorded while sober.

And yet the end result is a lovely, under-appreciated record, one you're fairly likely to pick up in any Dollar Bin to this day. I suspect a lot of casual collectors have bought Neil Young in the last 55 years based on the twin false assumptions that Joni Mitchell painted the cover (she didn't) and that it'll sound, you know, like Heart of Gold. Lucky for you, those buyers listened to the album once, understood none of it, then chucked it. So go get it already.

I remember picking up my own copy for a buck or two. It was the summer of 1992 and I had a bus ticket to take me from my grandmother's house in North San Diego all the way to my buddy Ned's parent's house in Coronado. I was 16 and had the day off from my summer camp job. Every cent of my huge $46/week salary was in my pocket and I had zero bills to pay nor any responsibilities to speak of. That sounds so awesome.

Anyway, there I was on the bus, feeling groovy. I'm not too spontaneous a guy but I saw a record store along the way and got out; there was yet another shop across the street. Encinitas, CA, was a cool place to be 30+ years ago; today I'm sure those store fronts are both dedicated to the kind of high end vegan yoga wear I'd need to take out a home loan to get into. But oh boy, just imagine how good I'd look...

Neil Young was included in my Dollar Bin haul from that afternoon, as was Time Fades Away. Who knows what else; who knows why I remember any of this.

Then again, I know exactly why I remember this: it was one of the funnest days of my life. I showed up at Ned's a few hours later and showed off my new records to a pretty big swath of 16 year old boys. No one was impressed; at that point Neil's only real claim to fame with grungy white kids was that Sonic Youth had opened for Neil the previous year. No one really cared about Sonic Youth; they only cared that Nirvana had once opened for Sonic Youth.

Poor Kurt was still alive and well at that point; he was the most famous musician on the planet. Everyone wanted to talk about him, not speculate with me about the fact that one single song seemed to take up nearly all of Neil Young's B Side.

So, instead of talking about Shakey, we spent the rest of the day, and night, driving from one 7-11 to another all over San Diego county, hunting for the most mythical of Slurpee flavors: Cinnabomb. That's a quest that I suspect a lot of 16 year old boys could still passionately get behind. Sadly, we never found Cinnabomb, but I did learn how to jump out of Ned's Vanagon with everyone else at red lights and make a lap around the car while screaming.

Good times. No, Great Times.

At that point I liked Neil but was still a year away from lifelong devotion. In a future post about Weld (uh oh, maybe I will need to do all the live records too?) I'll describe what it was like seeing him live for the first time a year earlier; I think it permanently altered the shape of my face. But I was too young to really know it yet.

After 31 years of pretty regular listening to Neil's debut, I'd argue that it demonstrates just how many different paths were open to him as he transitioned away from what was essentially a big deal boy band, Buffalo Springfield.

Neil Young opens with The Emperor of Wyoming, one of the most unique tracks Young's ever produced. As the strings play toss with Neil's slick guitars, opening a comfortable prairie scene to the sun, the wind and to our cheerful gazing eyes, we're given the immediate sense that Young could have wound up becoming a proper musician: scoring films, producing for others, you know, making music for normal people.

Missing entirely from the track is any sense of underlying menace, and menace is always a hallmark of Young's best work. Rather, it sounds as though the fine people of Wyoming are all holding hands and working together to build their Emperor a lovely barn, a barn no one will ever convert into a recording studio. Rather, everyone will have access; the people's grain will be safe and the Emperor will bestow handfuls of flowers upon every last one.

It's an instrumental track, and how many of those are on all 45 of Neil's albums? There's all of Dead Man, of course, but that's a soundtrack album. Side 2 of Neil Young opens with another instrumental, as well, one that he seemingly had absolutely nothing to do with. And I think that's it! Neil put this great track together, then never made music like this ever again. Wow.

But there's a back story of course: I think The Emperor of Wyoming is a sequel of sorts to a track Young didn't release, in his classic, mercurial fashion, for another 40+ years. Take a listen to Slowly Burning, recorded under the Buffalo Springfield moniker a year earlier. In actuality it's Young in the studio with session musicians, teaching himself how to make beauty.

Next up on Neil Young is The Loner, and we start to hear the Neil Young we know. There's plenty of that menace I was talking about in the song's titular character: this guy is watching you, probably right now, and if you get off the train at your station alone, he'll know that you are.

But Neil wasn't ready to unleash such menace sonically: every sense of the chaos he'd tapped into on Mr Soul a year and half earlier is immediately strangled off on The Longer, leaving room for full strings. Young was ready to sing about creeps. But he had not yet decided to sound like one.

The drums suck on this track; the guy responsible would go off and found the band Poco, together with the album's primary bass player, Jim Messina, who is the sole member of Buffalo Springfield that Young welcomed into this project (and Messina was barely a member of the band, only playing on their last record). My famous brother will probably soon tell me that Poco is a a big deal band I ought to get into. He's wrong; I know this even though I have never listened to a Poco record; I simply have intuited that they are un poco terrible.

But back to Buffalo Springfield. I debated starting this entire project with their first record. After all, that's the first thing Neil properly released. That record is great for a lot of reasons. For one thing, it demonstrates that Stephen Stills, at least for a moment, didn't suck. But Neil Young is where we're starting!

The most important hold-over from the Springfield era on this record is producer and pianist Jack Nitzsche, one of Neil Young's three outside producers. Nitzsche is a figure of significant folklore: he's like Phil Spector's mini-me: almost as prolific, almost as genius, almost as nuts. There'll be more to say about Jack on future Shakey Sundays. For now, suffice it to say that he was once arrested for chasing his, and Neil's, former lady friend, Carrie Snodgrass, around her home with a handgun. And then, years later, he and Snodgrass got back together.

Nitzsche seems responsible for much of the greatness within the very best song on Neil Young, The Old Laughing Lady. Every version Neil's ever done of the song is wonderful. He hypnotized himself and every one else present with his coffee house version, busked it incognito on an Amsterdam street corner, rewrote it almost entirely for his 76 acoustic tour, complete with train effects, and laid it down in isolated, after hours perfection during the credits of his otherwise dull concert film Heart of Gold. Next up I hope there's a children's choir involved, singing through his vocoder.

Neil Young's studio take of Old Laughing Lady is a masterpiece. Nitzsche's piano lines are subtle and deft; his production corrects the amateur flourishes that undercut the previous year's Broken Arrow: everything is dense and sparse at once, and the backing vocals, led by the incomparable Merry Clayton a year before she laid down some of the best vocals in any rock song ever on Gimme Shelter, are a surging, moaning pulse that's, once again, unlike anything else Neil would ever put on tape.

But arguably the best thing of all on the song is the bass line. Take a listen.

That's not Jim Messina. It's Carole Kaye, the only female member of Phil Spector's studio band, later known as The Wrecking Crew. Light years ahead of her time, Kaye is responsible for a bunch of the best notes in all the 60's. She's the bass player on Pet Sounds and Smile; her playing there reset the entire way Paul McCartney played bass. She's on La Bamba, I Hear a Symphony and Love's Forever Changes, plus hundreds of other songs we all know from the late 50's and 60's.

So why don't we talk about her all the time? Sexism people, sexism. The poor woman was abused by her music teacher when she was 13 years old and wound up marrying him and having his child at age 16. Somehow she rose above this all and broke just about every barrier you can imagine in the studio. And good for her: she bailed on the whole hideous scene two years after playing on Neil Young. Now the internet is filled with sweet images of her like this one:

But why doesn't she play on all of Neil Young? After all, she was in the sessions a year earlier that produced Expecting to Fly and Slowly Burning.

I'm guessing that a) she was too expensive for Neil (she once claimed, without bravado, that she made more as a session musician than she would if she were President of the United States), and b) Neil was already realizing that he's happiest and most successful when surrounded by lesser musicians. No offense Jim Messina, but you didn't freak Neil out with your mad skills. Carole Kaye did.

Much of the rest of the album is filler, stuff Young wrote to flesh out the record and stuff he largely has not returned to since. But most of that filler is great.

Take I've Been Waiting For You. If you set aside Young's uptight, anodyne vocals and the fact that this song is little more than a chorus and a guitar riff, you'll discover that Neil was well on his way to Prince-like studio skills. He stacks up his own organ, piano and guitars atop drums that don't suck. The whole thing, even the unfunny Ha's! in the intro, swings.

But we've got to end this first Shakey Sunday by taking note of the most important relationship Young began during the record. Indeed he says it was one of the most important relationships in his entire life. Supposedly, Neil was hitchhiking in Topanga Canyon at some point in 68 when a guy even crazier than him, David Briggs, picked him up. I guess we'll buy into that story and wonder if we would have stopped for Neil in 1968. Before you jump to any conclusions, remember what he looked like at that point.

I don't know about you, but I'd have left his ass on the side of the road.

Briggs had no real qualifications for producing Young or anyone else at the time. But he quickly supplanted both Nitzsche and Ry Cooder in the production booth and helped Neil make more than half of Neil Young. Briggs had exactly what Neil was looking for at the time, and he's still looking for it now: sublime amateurism, both from himself and from his contributors.

Maybe Briggs taught Neil how to run around the car screaming at red lights during their first drive together; maybe not. But either way, he made Neil happy, and he started to get him truly comfortable in front of a microphone for the first time.

Thank God they found one another. Yes, some of what they made on Neil Young is mediocre for Young, and the album's never-ending final track, Last Trip To Tulsa, is one of my least favorite Neil Young songs (except when the Stray Gators are tearing it into wonderful pieces), but most of the best things we'll talk about in these upcoming posts came from the partnership between Young and Briggs.

And so I hope you're out there right now with a similarly sweet partner of any kind, digging your Shakey Sunday.

#Youtube #neil young #shakey sundays #stephen stills still sucks #carole kaye #paul mccartney #the beach boys #david briggs #jack nitzsche

[duck-at-midnight]

The Little Dude

Word Count: 709

Summary: Camila has had a snake for a few years, and when she was arrested all she could think about is how lonely he is and if anyone would take care of him. While dreaming of him, she opened her eyes to see a rat staring back at her.

A/N: I just really think Camila is the type to own a snake, rat, and rottweiler. She's also a huge Disney fan.

Forty-eight hours since she was thrown in the back of a police car while walking home from school. She asked where her mother was, but the aggressive police officers yelled at her to shut up then threatened to use their taser on her. 

Now, she laid on the concrete floor wondering how Kaa, her kingsnake, was, and if anyone had stopped by and fed him. He was probably lonely in his tank without her there. He possibly tried to climb out again. The neighbors were going to be pissed at her again. 

She couldn’t handle the thought of something happening to Kaa. He had to be ok when she got out of here. The first thing she was going to do is let him curl up her arm when she saw him again. She was also going to make sure he had the biggest mouse to eat. 

Closing her eyes, she let the memory of Kaa climbing up help her to sleep. It was helping until she started imagining him with his snack and the squeaks that came from said snack. 

She rolled over and opened her eyes in frustration. 

Staring back at her was a rat. 

Rats were not uncommon for her, she preferred catching them for Kaa as opposed to the store bought ones. They gave Kaa more of a hunt and seemed to be more fulfilling. 

Slowly, she moved to close her hands around the rat. Quickly moving as the little guy tried to escape. Once the movement stopped, she slowly moved him to her pocket that she concealed her food in. Holding her hand and containing her giggles from the little guy’s feet as it brushed against her. 

“Come on, buddy, take the food.” She whispered to herself. 

He was going to make a nice present for Kaa. 

Throughout the sleepless night, Camila noticed that the little rat seemed to trust her now that he had his belly full. He stayed in her pocket and she had stuck her fingers inside to give him a few pets. It was almost like she was petting Kaa if he had grown fur. 

Joining the senior assistance program was the last thing she wanted to do, but if it gave her mother the chance to be free and reunite with Kaa, she would do it. The little guy stuck to her now, he stayed with her as she slept for an hour or two. 

He stayed in her pocket the entire bus ride to the senior center accepting the small strokes she gave along his back and the stale bread she had gotten that morning. 

During their tour, she felt him constantly moving in her pocket until they were reaching the end. She hoped he had just fallen asleep, she didn’t want to have to dispose of the little guy. 

Once she was alone in her room, she quickly grabbed him and inspected his breathing. 

“Shit, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She held out her hand letting him stand on his own. “I’m sorry, buddy.” Using her free hand, she started stroking him, helping his body calm down. “Can I trust you not to run off?”

A few seconds of silence pass before she lowers him to the bed. “Ok, we have a deal. They won’t feed you like I do. It’s just me and you right now.” She said watching him run around the bed. “I’m going to regret this, but you need a name.” 

The memory of naming Kaa came to mind. She remembered watching The Jungle Book and seeing the snake that made her beg from five years old to have a pet snake. Her mother finally gave in when she was thirteen. 

“Mowlgi doesn’t really fit.” Thinking it over. “Remy will do, but if anyone asks, it’s after cognac.” 

She sat down on the bed pulling out crumbs from her other pocket laying them on the bed. “How do you like that name?” Petting his head as he sniffed and ate the food. 

She knew as soon as she gave him a name, he wasn’t a snack anymore. Kaa was not going to be happy about that, but she couldn’t argue about the fact he was providing her with a sense of comfort.

#camila montes #american carnage

[study-coffee-chicago]

Allergies (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you like this one, and please remember to reblog and comment! As always, I love hearing your thoughts! @allthosedarlings This has apple picking in it, so I hope it counts for the halloween bingo!

Enjoy!

Apple picking.

It was a fall staple and you'd been excited about it since Jay and Will told you that you'd be going a few days ago. (You were mostly excited about the donuts and apple cider afterward, though compared to the actual apple picking.)

So, it was a little shocking to Jay that you were sleeping past 7:00. It was currently 7:45 and he had just gotten a text that Will was on his way.

When Will walked inside 25 minutes later, he was carrying a drink carrier containing two large coffees and a smaller drink for you.

"Where's munchkin?" he asked when he saw that Jay was just sitting on the couch watching the news.

"Still sleeping," Jay answered.

"Dude, it's past eight." He walked over to Jay and handed him a coffee.

"Thanks. And, I know it's past eight, but if she sleeps in, I don't question it. I'll give her fifteen more minutes and if she's not up by then, I'm gonna go wake her up."

"You think she's sick?" Will asked.

"She hasn't complained and we both know how she is when she gets sick."

"Stage five clinger right there."

"Exactly," Jay agreed.

***

Fifteen minutes later, Jay walked into your room to see that you were still in fact asleep. He had a fleeting thought to just let you sleep to your heart's content so that he could have some peace and quiet and just talk or watch the beginning of a movie with his older brother, but he knew he had to be a responsible adult and make sure that you were feeling okay.

He crouched down next to your bed and shook your shoulder gently.

"Y/N, Y/N, wake up, kiddo."

You rolled over and rubbed your eyes.

"Jay Jay?" you asked and Jay could hear the scratchiness in your voice. He hoped it because you had just woken up, but he knew he'd probably be proven otherwise.

"Yup, it's Jay Jay, kiddo. Are you feeling okay? I never have to wake you up on the weekends."

"I'm stuffy," you answered. "But we can still go apple pickin', right?" you asked worriedly and sat upright.

"If you feel up to it, we can."

"I do! I wanna go!"

"Okay, then let's get you up and get you dressed and get you some breakfast. Will's already here."

"Will's here?"

You quickly jumped out of bed and scampered out of your room.

"Will!" you exclaimed and he turned to look at you from his position on the couch.

"Hey! Good morning! How's my favorite munchkin?" he asked and patted the spot on the couch next to him.

"Good! We goin' apple pickin' today!"

"I know. But are you feeling good? You slept really long."

"Jay Jay already say-ed that and I telled him I feel good! Why you say-ed that, Will? Is it cause you a doctor?"

Will laughed. "I'm just making sure you're okay...and I might be able to help more because I'm a doctor."

"Y/N, I have your nasal spray, kiddo," Jay said as he came back into the living room and shook the bottle.

You shook your head and crossed your arms. "It's yucky when it gets my mouth."

"I know it is, but it will make you feel better."

You shook your head again, so Will decided that he'd be the better big brother and try a different tactic.

"Y/N, if you let Jay help you with your stuffy nose, I'll give you a hot chocolate in the car."

Your eyes lit up. You loved hot chocolate!

"You promise?" you asked and held out your pinky.

He hooked his pinky with yours. "I promise."

Then, Jay crouched on the ground and gave you two squirts of nasal spray, and told you to sniff between each squirt.

Once you were done, you had one more request. And it would help get the yucky taste out of your mouth. "Breakfast please."

"And so begins the day," Jay said to Will. "C'mon, kiddo. Let's get you some breakfast. You wanna pour the cereal and then I can pour the milk?"

"Yes, please! Lucky Charms because it's Saturday?"

"Lucky Charms because It's Saturday, yes," Jay confirmed.

Jay always made sure to give you nutritious meals such as oatmeal, toast, or yogurt with fruit, or eggs on the weekdays because he knew you needed healthy food to focus at school. But, the weekends were a different story. Most of the time, weekend breakfasts consisted of sugary cereals, pancakes, or waffles. And today, it was sugary cereal.

And soon, you hoped you'd be having more sugar in the form of donuts after you went apple picking.

***

"There's no more!" you whined when you finished picking all the apples you could reach in the area where you, Jay, and Will were currently picking apples.

"There are more, you just can't reach them," Jay said with a big, joking smile on his face.

You scowled at him, which just made Jay laugh and this, in turn, caused Will to turn around.

"What's so funny, you two?" he asked.

You stomped over to Will.

"Jay's being mean!"

"He is?" Will asked and crouched down to your height. "What'd he do?"

"He telled me I can't- I can't reach the apples because- because I can't reach 'em!"

Will quickly pieced together what you were trying to say. "Jay, have anything you wanna say for yourself?"

"Just stating a fact," Jay said, still with a smile on his face.

"C'mere, munchkin," Will told you. "Jay's gonna pick you up and put you on my shoulders and then you can pick the apples that are way up high."

"Okay! And you hold me tight? So that I won't fall?" you asked skeptically.

"I promise you that you won't fall. Jay, pick her up, will you?"

"C'mere, kiddo. You have to pick the best apples since you can reach so high."

"And you don't get any of them because you were bein' mean," you told Jay seriously.

"That's right, Y/N, you tell him. Only me and you get the prettiest apples." He turned to Jay. Okay, lift her up."

"Arms up, kiddo," Jay told you and you lifted up your arms and he picked you up by your armpits and then placed you on Will's shoulders. "You got her?"

"I got her," Will confirmed. "Now, you just pick the apples, and then I'll put them in the basket."

"So they don't get mushy?" you asked curiously.

"Yup," Will answered. "We can't drop them in the basket from that high or else they'll get bruised. We have to place them in the basket gently."

You reached up and started picking the apples and you did so for another five minutes.

"I think- I think- Achoo!" You sneezed loudly and Will tightened his grip around your legs as you let go and your body jerked forward...and you sneezed directly into Will's hair.

You immediately started crying after that, much to both your brothers' concerns.

"Jay? What's going on up there? Why's she crying?" Will asked as he tilted his head up towards you.

"I don't know! Why are you crying, kiddo?" Jay asked.

"Down! Down!" you cried.

"Okay, okay," Jay said. "Will, crouch down, and then I'll take her off your shoulders."

Will did so and Jay lifted you off his shoulders and then placed you back on the ground. You clung to Jay's leg.

"What's wrong, munchkin?" Will asked, ignoring how there were probably little particles of germs from your sneeze dancing around in his hair. He was a doctor; snot and boogers were probably the least gross of the bodily fluids that had touched his body.

"I thought- I thought I was gonna fall!" you cried. Jay started to stroke your hair as you continued to cling to his leg. "I went like this--" You leaned your body forward quickly and then went back to your previous position. "--and I got scared!"

"Will would never let you fall, kiddo. That's why he was holding onto your legs," Jay told you.

You looked up at Will. "You promise?"

"I promise," Will said, and held out his pinky, making this his second pinky promise of the day with you. "Do you wanna just stay on the ground for now? We can go find more trees with lower-hanging apples, so they're closer to you and you can reach them."

"Yes, please," you said and moved away from Jay's leg and instead grabbed onto Will's hand.

You sniffled.

"You still feeling okay? We don't have to go home before donuts, do we?" Will asked.

You frantically shook your head. You couldn't miss out on donuts! "Just stuffy."

"Okay, but you have to tell me or Jay if you don't feel good, okay?"

"Okay."

And, off you went to find some more apples that were within your reach. (You and Will made Jay carry the heaviest basket because he always said that he had to be big and strong to be a police officer and always said he was stronger than Will. Will said now it was Jay's time to prove it...whatever that meant.)

***

You tugged on Jay's sleeve as you rode on the hayride back to the main area to go buy your apples and then go get cider and donuts.

"Mhm?" Jay asked and looked down at you.

"My throat feels funny. And I'm still stuffy," you told him.

Jay knew that either your throat feeling funny meant that your throat hurt or that it was scratchy.

"Okay," Jay said and looked on the other side of you at Will to make sure he was listening. He was. "How about me and you go wait in my truck while Will pays for the apples and then we can bring the donuts and apple cider home with us and eat them at home. How does that sound?"

You nodded. "Can we watch a movie, too?"

"Yes, we can watch a movie, too," Jay confirmed. Then, he turned his attention to Will. "You got enough money with you?"

"I've got my card, I'll be good. But you owe me a round of beers at Molly's," Will said.

"Deal," Jay agreed.

***

When you got home, you were so excited to eat your donuts. But your throat still really hurt!

After putting the apples on the counter, Jay grabbed plates from the cupboard and Will grabbed the cups while you impatiently sat at the table.

"You want your donut warmed up, kiddo?" Jay asked.

"Yes, please!" you told him.

A few minutes later, the three of you were sitting at the kitchen table, all with a hot pumpkin donut in front of you and a cold glass of apple cider.

You took your first bite of the donut and swallowed. It felt like someone was pushing on the inside of your throat and tears came to your eyes. It hurt to swallow, but you wanted the donut so bad!

Will noticed something was wrong before Jay did because he was busy practically inhaling his donut.

"What's wrong, munchkin?" Will asked. "Does your donut taste funny?"

You shook your head. "But- But it hurts when I eat it! Fix it Will, please!" you cried and jumped off your chair and ran up next to him.

"What hurts? Can you point to it for me?" Will asked.

You pointed to your throat and Will got off his chair and crouched down in front of you while Jay looked on with a worried expression plastered on his face.

"Jay, can you get me a flashlight please?" Will asked. "One that's not your phone because I need better light than that."

"Copy that," Jay said and walked to his room to get his work flashlight because he knew that one was probably the brightest one in the house.

"Can you tell me what it feels like?" Will asked and then, since he knew you wouldn't know the difference between a scratchy throat and a sore throat, he grabbed your hand. "Does it feel more like this?" He gently scratched the back of your hand like he was scratching an itch for you. "Or does it feel more like this?" He gently pushed down on your hand.

"It feels like the first one a lot, but when I eat, it feels like the second one," you answered.

Will furrowed his eyebrows, mentally going through things it could be. "I see."

"Got the flashlight," Jay said and handed it to Will. Then, he crouched down next to Will, too. "Anything else I can do?"

"Back up and stay out of my light," Will answered.

Jay put his hands up in a sign of surrender and stood up. "Alright, then." Then, he moved about five feet back from Will so that he could see better.

Will turned on the flashlight and deemed it had a good enough brightness for his liking. "Okay, Y/N, I need you to open your mouth really wide and stick out your tongue."

"Like at my checkups?" you asked.

"Just like at your checkups, yup," Will agreed.

You did so and said ahhh while Will looked in your mouth.

After about twenty seconds, Will turned off the flashlight and then asked you to tilt your chin up to the ceiling. You did and then he felt around your neck. You had no idea what he was doing, but you knew Will always made people feel better at the hospital, so you knew he could make you feel better, too. Then, he told you to put your head back down like normal and he looked into your eyes to see that they were slightly teary.

He stood back up and put the flashlight on the table.

"So, what's the verdict?" Jay asked. "Please tell me it's not strep."

"It's not strep," Will reassured Jay. "She's got some redness in her throat and there's phlegm on her uvula--"

"Her uv-a-what?" Jay asked.

"Uvula," Will repeated. "Dangly thing in the back of the throat. Anyway, she's got redness in her throat and there's phlegm on her uvula, so I thought it was a cold, but then I looked at her eyes and they're slightly teary, so I think they're just seasonal allergies."

"So, dayquil, nyquil, soup, and water?" Jay asked.

"Yeah. Those and maybe some tea if she wants it. Anything that is soothing on her throat. And, probably more nasal spray."

You looked between both your brothers. You didn't really know what they were talking about except for soup and water. And you had three very pressing questions.

"Can I still have my apple cider?" you asked. "And my donut later? Do I gotta go to the hospital?"

"Yes, you can still have your donut," Will told you. "Let's just hold off on it for now because we don't want your throat hurting."

"Jay Jay's gotta promise he won't eat it," you said sternly and turned to Jay.

Jay held back a laugh. "I promise I won't eat your donut." You stuck out your pinky and he locked his pinky with yours, making his promise to not eat your donut legally binding in your eyes.

"And, you don't have to go to the hospital," Will said.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "So how do I get better?"

"Well, we'll give you some medicine and that'll help you feel better," Will said. "You might feel a bit crumby for a few days, but you'll feel better soon. And, we have to eat warm, soft foods, like soup. Those help a lot. And watching movies on the couch."

"Can I have the soup with the little noodles in it?" you asked Jay. "And can we watch Pocahontas?"

Jay had a stash of soup that he kept in the house for easy dinners when he was working late and one of your favorites was minestrone. You couldn't say the word right, so you just called it the one with little noodles.

"Yes, you can have minestrone," Jay said.

"And Pocahontas?"

"And we can watch Pocahontas."

Within ten minutes, the three of you were sitting on the couch--with the coffee table pulled up in front of you so you wouldn't spill--and you were eating soup and drinking your apple cider and watching Pocahontas.

Jay gave you a dayquil once you were done eating and then you finished the movie.

The three of you ended up watching Pocahontas, Tangled, and got halfway through Cinderella before you fell asleep on the couch underneath your softest blanket...which worked out perfectly for your brothers because it was just in time for the Blackhawks game to start.

***

A day and a half later, middle of the night, Monday

Jay was awoken by a little hand shaking his shoulder.

"Jay Jay! Jay Jay," you whisper yelled frantically.

He opened his eyes and quickly flipped on his bedside lamp and the first thing he noticed was the tears in your eyes.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" he asked, fully prepared to lose his good night's rest so that you could cuddle up with him in bed. He could fight sleep just fine, but he didn't need you having to do that at such a young age.

"I throwed up," you told him.

Jay placed the back of his hand on your forehead. "You don't feel hot."

"But I feel better now," you told him. "I just need new blankies."

"Okay, how about we get you in the bath and get you all cleaned up, and then I'll put new, clean blankies on your bed for you. How does that sound?"

You yawned and nodded your head.

You made your way to the bathroom while Jay went into your room to get you a clean pair of pajamas and survey the damage.

On your sheets was a huge puddle of yellow goo and god, did it smell bad. Jay knew you only had soup after coming home so, as gross as it was, he scanned the puddle for flecks of veggies, noodles, or kidney beans.

It all just looked like really yellow bile to him.

He returned to the task at hand, which was grabbing you new pajamas. He grabbed the first ones he saw, which happened to be a pair of footie pajamas with little pumpkins on them.

Jay walked into the bathroom to see you scrubbing at your pajama top with a wet washcloth.

"Y/N, c'mere. Let me help you," he told you.

You walked over to him, still holding the wet washcloth. "I'm tryin' to help you," you said.

"I can see that." He took the washcloth out of your hand and hung it up on the rack beside him. "And thank you, but it's my job to help you."

"I'm tryin' to make it clean."

"I know, but that's what the washer's for. I'll put your pjs in when I put your blankies in, okay?" You nodded. "Now, I don't want you getting puke everywhere, so I'm gonna help you with your clothes. Arms up."

After getting you undressed and into the bath, Jay promised he'd be back in five minutes and then put your dirty pajamas in the washer and left it open so he could throw in your sheets. Then, he went in his room and grabbed his phone.

While he was stripping your bed, he had his phone pressed up against his ear, calling Will.

It went to voicemail so the minute his hands were free once he threw the sheets in the washer, he called again.

He pressed the phone between his shoulder and ear while he added detergent and started the washer on the antibacterial cycle.

Still no answer.

Jay tried calling one more time.

"Two missed calls means I'm trying to sleep, Jay...and that I'm ignoring you," Will said when he finally answered.

"Listen, Y/N threw up, and it looks like bile, but it's really yellow. She says she feels better now, but do I need to bring her in?"

At this, Will immediately sat up in bed. "Does it look like it's just mucous or snot?"

If this wasn't such a serious situation, Jay probably would've laughed, but it was, so he didn't. "Yeah," he answered.

"Okay. And you said she's feeling better now? No temp?

"No temp and she did tell me she's feeling better," Jay confirmed.

"Okay. I think she just needed to get all of the mucous out of her system and that's why she threw up because there was probably a buildup of it. Leave a bowl in her room in case she pukes again and keep her home from school just as a precaution and to get some more sleep since her allergies are clearly killing her little body. And, if she suddenly gets a fever, call me. If it spikes to 103, bring her straight to the hospital."

"Okay, got it. Thanks, man."

"No problem. Keep me updated."

Then, he hung up and went to the bathroom to check on you.

You looked utterly exhausted.

"I'll be back in here right after I put new blankies on your bed, okay?" Jay said and you nodded.

"Did I get puke on Teddy?" you asked worriedly.

"I didn't see any on him when I went and took off your blankies. But I can check again. Do you want me to?"

"Yes, please."

Then, Jay exited the bathroom and grabbed a spare set of sheets and two blankets from the hall closet.

Teddy came out of the whole ordeal unscathed and Jay quickly changed your sheets. Then, he made his way back into the bathroom and helped you dry off and get dressed.

Jay got you in bed and came back a minute later with a bowl.

"If you're gonna puke again, puke in this, okay?" Jay said.

You nodded. "Do I gotta go to school tomorrow?"

Jay shook his head. "You are gonna stay home with me so that I can make sure you're all better." You rubbed your eyes. "Go to sleep, kiddo. I'll leave my door open if you need me."

Then, he tucked you in and made sure Teddy was secure in your arms, made sure your night light was on and left the room so that you could get some sleep.

That was your first bout with allergies, and there would be many more to come.

***

Years later, high school

Everyone loved Thanksgiving break, but everyone in high school absolutely hated the teachers for the week before break. They all decided to cram in all their tests, papers, and projects before the break so that you wouldn't forget everything and then have to test after the break.

And you thought that you were dying. You didn't know whether your headaches were from seasonal allergies as they had been every fall since you were a kid, or from stress, which they had been every exam season since high school started.

"Y/N, dinner!" Jay yelled.

You huffed and stood up from your desk and then made your way out to the kitchen. You were having chicken and rice stir fry with lots of veggies, which was a staple in your house on nights when Jay didn't want to cook a lot but didn't want you guys living off of takeout either. Hailey was over, as she was a lot of the time now since she and your brother were dating.

"How's the studying going?" Hailey asked.

"Good, but I still feel like I'll fail."

"You'll do fine," she reassured you.

You took the bowl of food from Jay and started to make your way back to your room.

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" he asked loudly.

"Back to my room to study. And could you lower your voice? My head hurts like a-- my head hurts," you said, quickly catching yourself before you swore in front of your brother.

"All the more reason to stay out here and eat with us. You can take a break and eat with us, Y/N."

"Have you ever taken APUSH?" you asked, and answered the question for him. "No. So until you need to know tons of dates and facts and shit, you don't get a say in how much I'm out here not studying."

Then, you turned on your heel and started marching to your room, not caring if you'd get in trouble for swearing. You faintly heard Hailey talking Jay down. Then, you made it to your room and closed the door to continue going over your flashcards until you could get them all correct in one go, even if it took you all night to do so.

***

"Jay, just let her study," Hailey said to him as the two of them were drinking beers on the couch and trying to find a good movie to watch two hours later. "There's worse things she could be out there doing."

"Believe me, I know," Jay agreed. "I'm just gonna make her some tea and bring her an allergy pill. She said her head was hurting."

Hailey nodded. "Tell her to put her hair in a loose bun if she wants it up. Having your hair up all tight doesn't help with headaches. Believe me, I know."

"Copy that."

Then, Jay made his way to the kitchen to make you some of the blueberry herbal tea that you liked and grabbed an allergy pill while the tea was steeping.

A few minutes later, Jay grabbed the mug full of tea and the allergy pill and made his way to your room. He knocked on your bedroom door a few times, but there was no answer.

"Y/N, I'm coming in. I hope you're decent," he said and then opened the door.

What he saw made him shake his head. He knew you were overworking yourself.

You were currently slumped over in your desk chair with your head resting on top of your hands, which were smashing down all the keys on the keyboard of your laptop.

Jay set the tea and the allergy pill on your bedside table and then crouched down in front of you.

He gently shook your shoulder. "Y/N, Y/N wake up." You groaned, so Jay tried again. "C'mon, Y/N, just take a few steps and get in bed. We don't want your neck being all sore from sleeping at your desk all night."

Your head shot up as it all came rushing back to you. You had been getting some flashcards wrong, so you just thought you'd lay your head down and rest your eyes for five minutes...but it must've been longer than that.

"What time is it? I have to study!" you protested.

"It's 9:00," Jay told you. "And no, you don't. Y/N, if you're this tired, it's not gonna be a productive study session and you know that. Just go to sleep and study after school tomorrow."

"Fine," you caved.

"I brought you tea and an allergy pill. They're on your bedside table. You need anything else?"

You shook your head.

"Okay, good. Get some sleep, kid."

Then, he left your room and you got up and took the allergy pill and took a few sips of tea before changing into your pajamas and quickly getting into bed and falling into a deep sleep.

***

You had gotten through the first half of the school day with only a slight headache, which was good because you had taken a math test before lunch. But now your head was pounding and you felt the snot dripping into your throat from your nasal drip. And you still had to get through lunch, study hall, and your online class before you could go home. And if you felt this shitty at school, you wouldn't be able to study during study hall, and then you wouldn't be able to get anything done during your online class and you'd have to take a nap when you got home, which would inevitably cut into your study time.

Unless...

You pulled out your phone and then pulled up your previous messages with Will.

You: Can you pick me up? My head is pounding and I feel like crap and I just have lunch, study hall, and my online class left and I'm way ahead in online.

You saw the three little bubbles pop up which indicated that Will was typing.

Will: Did you take allergy pills today?

You huffed. This wasn't going the way it was supposed to.

You: Yes. I took one at home before school and I took another one two hours ago.

Then, you sent another text right after that.

You: Please, Will. I feel like someone is taking a jackhammer to my temples right now.

Will: You have one get-out-of-school free card from me per semester. Are you sure you want to use it now?

You: This one shouldn't even count because I feel like crap.

Will: If you're as sick as you say you are, then it won't. But, I'll be the judge of that bc I'm a doctor.

You: So, you'll pick me up?

Will: I guess. Be there in 20.

***

When you got to Will's apartment, he offered up his bed to you since he didn't have to work until tomorrow and he was working day shift, so he didn't need to sleep during the day. You accepted another allergy pill from him and he coaxed you into eating a bowl of oatmeal with fruit on top and then you made your way to his room and stole a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt of his to nap in. Then, you turned on his fan and got in bed, and went to sleep.

A while later, Jay received a text from Will containing a picture of you snoozing away in Will's bed when you should've been at school. Then, Will received an angry call from Jay about him letting you just skip school, but when Will explained the situation, Jay was a bit more understanding.

Still, you just wished your seasonal allergies would go away because they seemed to always get in the way of everything.

***

Five years later, college/adulthood

You didn't understand why Will hated night shift so much. Granted, his night shift took place in a hospital while yours took place in a residential facility and most of the clients were sleeping during the time you were there.

But, currently, you felt like Will had felt during nights: miserable.

You had finished all your homework and studying for the week since you had a lot of downtime during this particular shift and were going to watch a movie or read a book, but you didn't think you'd even be able to hold your focus for that long.

You were stuffy and felt like you couldn't breathe and your head was hurting. And, of course, when you looked in your backpack for the ibuprofen you normally had, you realized you had finished off the bottle. So you were left with nothing.

Great, just great.

So, you scrolled through tik tok and then got on twitter. You decided to tweet about your frustrations as anyone in this day and age would do.

Allergies are acting up and I'm miserable at work. Someone bring me soup and allergy pills, lol.

***

Hailey and Jay were getting ready to leave their stake-out location where they had been sitting on a house for the past eight hours.

"Babe, get off your phone," Jay said to Hailey.

"If they haven't come in or out in the past seven hours and fifty minutes, I doubt they'll come out in the next ten, Jay," Hailey shot back.

"You never know." Jay shrugged.

Hailey scrolled through twitter and came across your tweet.

"How tired are you?" she asked Jay.

"Don't tell me Adam just texted and asked if we could stay longer," Jay groaned.

Hailey laughed. "No. It's your sister. She posted on twitter that her allergies are acting up and for someone to bring her soup and allergy pills."

"And you're suggesting we do that?"

"I mean, it would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Gah, fine. You're just trying to become my sister's favorite sibling."

"Wow, you finally figured it out." She laughed and jokingly whacked Jay on the arm. "I'm gonna look up places near here that have some soup available this late."

***

You were doodling in your journal when your phone buzzed, making you wonder who was contacting you right now and who in their right mind would be awake right now.

It was Jay.

Your mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario: Hailey was hurt.

"I need to take this," you said to your coworker and answered the phone as you began walking to another room. "Is everything okay?" you asked when you answered the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," Jay reassured you. "Me and Hailey are outside with some stuff for you. Can you come and get it now or do you need us to wait a bit?"

"What? Some stuff for me?" You walked out of the room and went to where the main windows were. Sure enough, there was Jay's truck, parallel parked up against the sidewalk.

"Hailey saw your tweet, so we come bearing gifts," Jay answered.

"Really? Okay, yeah. I'll be right out."

You told your coworker that your brother came and brought you allergy pills and then made your way outside.

Jay and Hailey both got out of the truck andJay handed you the allergy pills.

"Thank you guys so much! I didn't think anyone would actually do this!"

"It was Hailey's idea," Jay answered.

She handed you a bag and you gave her a puzzled look. "What's this?"

"You said you wanted soup, but the only place that was open by us was a ramen place. But, it's got broth in it so, close enough."

You immediately pulled Hailey into a hug. "I love you so much!" You took the food from her and then gave Jay a hug. "Love you, too."

"Love you, kiddo. Now, go back to work before you get fired," he told you.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't think I'll get fired, but okay. Thanks again."

And even though your allergies kicked your ass year after year, you knew that your brothers and Hailey would always look out for you, no matter what season of your life you happened to be in.

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[barrenclan]

Beeface: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.  Beeface: I need my socks.

Cootstorm: Pinepaw annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for the special day tomorrow.  Egrettail: There is nothing special about tomorrow.  Cootstorm: But there is something special about watching the color leave their face as panic takes over.

Nightberry: The first time Beeface opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside they yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

Cypressfoot: Hey, Cormorantpaw, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?  Cormorantpaw: Yeah.  Cypressfoot: And you, Pinepaw?  Pinepaw: Umm... yes?  Cypressfoot: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!  Cormorantpaw: Did they just-

Pinepaw: You’re my sister, I would do anything for you.  Daffodilpaw: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.  Pinepaw: Absolutely not.

Asphodelpaw: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.  Daffodilpaw and Pinepaw: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

Plumstripe: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here.  Plumstripe: And if you don't well then fuck you.  Plumstripe: I'm looking at you, Beeface, you jealous mop.

Pinepaw: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.  Asphodelpaw: Way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.

Pinepaw: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

Redpelt: Am I right, Cootstorm?  Cootstorm: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

Beeface: Where's Cormorantpaw, Asphodelpaw, Daffodilpaw, and Pinepaw?  Egrettail: They're playing hide and seek.  Beeface: Where?  Egrettail: I don't think you get how this game works.

Kidnapper: We have your child  Egrettail: I don’t have a child?  Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?  Egrettail: Oh god, you have Pinepaw

Plumstripe: Asphodelpaw won’t come out of their room!  Pinepaw: Just tell them I said something.  Plumstripe: Like what?  Pinepaw: Anything factually incorrect.  Plumstripe, shrugging: If you say so.  Asphodelpaw, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Asphodelpaw: We call that a traumatic experience.  Asphodelpaw, turning to Nightberry: Not a "bruh moment".  Asphodelpaw, turning to Daffodilpaw: Not "sad".  Asphodelpaw, turning to Cormorantpaw: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

Cootstorm: Woah dude, premarital handholding? That’s just not cool or groovy.

Redpelt: Are you this rude to everyone?!  Asphodelpaw: Yup.  Asphodelpaw: Don't think you're special.

Hey, more incorrect quotes! Very nice.

My favorites are the Plumstripe and the Pinepaw ones. Very accurate.

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[middleearthpixie]

Wanted Man ~ Chapter Eight

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings:  Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters: McKenna, Loki, Shannon, random beach dudes

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.5k

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Previous chapters can be found here! 

The next morning, McKenna woke with the strange feeling she’d been dreaming all night long. The same dream. Loki. Stretched out beside her. Holding her against him. She dreamed of the gentle caress of his lips against her neck, where it curved into her shoulder. It was all so vivid, she’d swear it really happened. She brushed her fingertips along the spot where Loki’d kissed her so nicely in her dream, as if she’d find some sort of evidence left behind. 

She sat up to the sound of soft snoring, rubbing sleep from her eye with one hand. Loki lay sprawled on his back on the loveseat, one foot flat on the floor, the other resting on the loveseat’s arm. A soft snore rose from the loveseat. She would have smiled at the thought of a god snoring, but she still stung too badly from what happened the night before. 

She made quick work of showering and dressing, and when her phone rang, she swiped it up before it could wake Loki, although she didn’t know why she cared if he woke up or not. “Shay, tell me you’re here?”

“I’m here, Kenna. Down in the restaurant. You’re buying me breakfast.”

“I’ll be down in just a sec.” She disconnected and after glancing over her shoulder to see Loki still snoring away, hurried down to the restaurant where Shannon was already drinking a glass of orange juice.

She lowered the glass. “Kenna?” Her eyes narrowed. “You look like hell.”

“Thanks,” she replied dryly, sinking into the chair across from her. “It’s been a rough few days.”

“It looks like it.” She lifted up the oversized carryon. “I brought you everything you needed and I grabbed your charger. I thought that might come in handy.”

“Did you find Cinder?”

To her relief, Shannon nodded. “Yep. He’s safe and sound in my condo. Tony's not thrilled, but he’ll get over it.”

“Thank you so much, Shay.” Tears clouded McKenna's eyes and she scowled. She wasn’t much of a crier ever, but these last few days, her emotions always seemed to end with tears. Aggravating, to say the least. 

The waitress came over. “Good morning, ladies. What can I get you this morning?”

All McKenna wanted was coffee, but Shannon, in her typical style, ordered eggs, bacon, two pancakes and another orange juice. She was one of those lucky women who could eat like a horse and never gain a pound where McKenna spent hours in the gym working off a Munchkin. 

The coffee arrived first and McKenna took a long sip as Shannon said, “So? What gives?”

“I don’t even know how to begin, Shay. You aren’t going to believe me.”

“Try me.” Shannon’s dark eyes widened as she smiled and tossed her dark hair out of those eyes. 

“Do you remember when New York was attacked a few months ago?”

“Yeah. Of course I do. I doubt anyone around here doesn’t remember it.”

“Well, do you remember who was responsible for it?”

“Some freak in leather named Loki. Claimed he was a god from someplace called Asgard, or something.”

McKenna had to bite back defending Loki, when she would have cheerfully strangled him at the same time. “He’s not a freak, Shay.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“Because he’s asleep upstairs in my room, on the loveseat.”

“What the fuck? Get out!” Shannon started to rise from her chair. “I want to punch him for what he did.”

McKenna grabbed her by the arm and held her in place, painfully aware of the stares now turned in their direction. It wasn’t a large dining room, but it was large enough and her face grew hot under the weight of those stares. “Sit and you’re doing nothing of the sort. He’s not what you think he is. I mean, he is, but there’s more to him that—” 

“Murdering, elitist jackhole demagogue? I don’t believe that.”

“Just listen to me, will you?” McKenna looked around at the other diners, offering up a half-hearted smile before tugging on Shannon’s arm in an attempt to get her to return to her chair. It worked and she sank back into her own. 

“He crashed into my apartment the other night. He’s on the run, wanted by some race called the Chitauri—” 

“The who?”

“Chit—look, I know it sounds insane, okay? But just… just let me tell this. The Chitauri were the ones helping him attack New York and now he’s pissed them off as well.”

“Here’s my shocked face,” came Shannon’s dry reply.

“Yeah, I know, look—” McKenna rubbed her forehead as a dull headache began to take root behind her eyes. “Stop looking at me like that. I know it sounds crazy. I keep telling you that, don't I? And really, I wouldn’t believe it myself, but since I saw them with my own eyes…”

Shannon’s expression morphed from incredulous to concerned. “You’re telling me the truth, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” McKenna lowered her hand, nodding as she continued, “I am and you saw my apartment, right? They did that. Looking for him.”

“Him. Loki?”

“Loki.”

“He’s on the lam, isn’t he?”

“Oh, dear Dod, is he ever.” McKenna reached for her coffee again. “Anyway, that’s why we’re here. And honestly, I’m shocked I found a room, considering the holiday, which I, of course, didn't even think about.”

“So, what is your plan?”

“I don’t have one.” 

Shannon’s breakfast arrived then and Shannon dove in, forking in a mouthful of pancake, around which she said, “No plan, huh?”

“Not yet, no. I’m kind of hoping something will come to me.”

“Are you nuts?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” McKenna swallowed another mouthful of coffee. “I’ll take you up and you can meet him and see what I mean.”

“I don’t know, Kenna. That guy killed something like two hundred people. He demolished half of New York. He got his ass kicked by the Hulk. And now these spooks from space are hunting him, and you as well. So, tell me again why you’re helping him?”

“I don’t know. Because he needed it, I guess. And it wasn’t two hundred people. It was only eighty.”

“Oh, ’cause that’s better?”

“Shay, look, I’m not asking you to understand. I just needed some things because when the spooks from space showed up, we just ran.”

Shannon’s fork went still. “Kenna, did you see what they did to your apartment?”

McKenna shot her a look. “Are you kidding me, Shay? You did not just ask me that.”

“Yeah, it was stupid, sorry. But, how did you manage to get out of there without getting killed?”

“That murdering, elitist jackhole demagogue. That’s how.”

“Damn…” Shannon let out a low whistle, then pushed her plate away and signaled to the server to bring the check. As McKenna went to open her wallet, Shannon waved her off. “I’ve got this. You’ve had a rough enough couple of days and I want to meet this guy now. I’ve got to see him for myself.”

When the bill was paid, Shannon followed McKenna back upstairs and McKenna pulled out the key. “Now, he might still be asleep, so—”

The door was yanked open and they came face to face with blazing blue-green eyes as Loki said, “Where the deuce were you?”

“I was downstairs,” she held up the carryon, “getting the things you didn’t think to pack.”

“Try to remember, I was in a bit of a hurry.” He turned away and stalked across the room, staring out the windows at the beach down below. 

“Like I’m going to forget,” she muttered, crossing over the threshold.

“Oh, my God, Kenna,” Shannon whispered behind her. “He is gorgeous! Crazy, but really fuckin’ hot!”

“Oh, hush.” McKenna crossed over to stand next to him and touched his shoulder. “Loki? What’s the matter?”

“The matter was I awoke to find you gone and I didn’t know what had become of you,” he muttered, not looking at her, but staring out at the water instead.

“You were worried about me?” She couldn't keep the surprise from her voice.

“No.”

“Okay, well,” she gestured to Shannon even though he still looked out the window. “We ache company and it wouldn’t kill you to be polite, you know.”

Slowly, he turned and his eyes were flat as his gaze slid in Shannon’s direction. “I am Loki. Of Asgard.”

“I’m Shannon. Of Jersey City.”

He offered up a slight smile. “A pleasure.” He glanced over at McKenna and added, “Would you mind if I had a word alone with Miss Carlin?”

“Not at all.” Shannon peered around him. “Meet you guys on the beach? Maybe we can head into Point Pleasant.”

“Sure.” McKenna nodded, her scowl fading as Shannon left the room and Loki turned back to her. “What’s the matter?”

“You will tell me when you’re going to leave the room from now on.”

“Why? Oh, it’s because I’m a muddle-headed Midgardian in need of a chaperone, isn’t it?”

“No. It’s because the Chitauri might have followed or S.H.I.E.L.D might have taken you into custody. They’re still out there, remember? And if that happened, where would I be?”

“Where would you be?” She swiped up a pillow and hurled it at him. “In custody as well, where I’m starting to think you belong, you jackass!”

With that, she turned and marched out of the room to find Shannon pacing in the hallway. Shannon looked up as the door slammed shut. “Kenna, I see why you helped him. I’ll bet the benefits are awesome!” she singsonged.

“There are no benefits, Shay. I’m not sleeping with him.”

Shannon looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Why not? I’d be all over him like a bad rash.”

“Now there’s a lovely image.”

Shannon linked her arm through McKenna's. “Oh, come on, the guy’s cute and he’s a god. I bet he’s amazing in bed. And you said it was only eighty people, right? I could overlook that.” 

McKenna sagged back against the wall. Shannon was probably right. Loki probably was amazing in bed. And that realization left her feeling a little hollow. “Yeah well, it doesn’t matter anyway, Shay. He doesn’t want me.”

“Nonsense. He was worried about you, wasn’t he?”

“That’s not the same thing. If something happens to me, he’s a goner and he knows it. That’s why he needs me. I’m his navigator, for better or for worse.”

“I don't think so, Kenna. I mean, I really don’t think there are many women who wouldn’t help him, if you ask me.”

“Well, I didn’t ask.” McKenna pushed up from the wall. “Let’s just go somewhere. Anywhere. I don’t care where.”

“Should you invite the god, too?”

At the moment, McKenna was more tempted to just leave him at the Winchester on his own and go back to Brunswick alone. It would serve him right if she did.

But, since the Chitauri or even S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn’t necessarily know she’d done that, they could easily come looking for her once more and then what? 

“Yeah, we should invite him,” she said with a long sigh and pushed open the door.  “We’re heading out to the beach. Do you want to come?”

He didn’t answer and she didn’t wait to see if he would, but as she and Shannon made their way down the stairs, a door slammed and as they stepped on the beach, Loki was right beside her, glaring at her. Well let him glare, she didn’t care.

The beach was still relatively empty, but there were a few guys tossing a Frisbee amongst themselves. The wind caught the disc and it would have hit McKenna in the face, except Loki stepped between them and let it hit him in the chest.

She turned as he fired it back so hard that it slipped through every outstretched hand and hit the sand to send a huge spray of it flying. “Take care,” Loki growled at the blond who’d tossed it in the first place. “I should hate to see something happen if she is hit.”

“Take it easy, man,” the blond said. 

“Take it easy?” Loki repeated, calmly strolling over to the blond. McKenna's stomach churned as he then grabbed the blond by the throat. “I think you should be the one to take it easy.”

“Let go of him.” McKenna demanded as the other men stepped toward them. “Before someone calls the cops.”

Loki glanced at her over his shoulder, but he spoke to the blond, “Apologize to her.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to miss it.”

“Good.” Loki set him down and just as calmly walked back to McKenna and Shannon.

McKenna shook her head at him. “Are you crazy?”

“No. No, I’m not.” 

Shannon leaned over to whisper, “Still think he doesn’t want you, Kenna?”

“Hush.”

“Man, you’ve got issues,” the blond said to Loki's retreating back, and McKenna and Shannon both said, “Oh, shit,” at the same time.

Loki paused mid-stride and slowly pivoted to stare down the blond. McKenna didn’t miss the slight twitch of his fingers, and she jumped between him and the blond. “Don’t even think about it. You don’t want to draw the attention to yourself.”

“Move, McKenna.”

“No.” She held his stare, even as it grew colder still. In her peripheral vision, she saw his fingers move again and a hint of fear fluttered through her. He wouldn’t use his magic on her, would he? Before yesterday, she wouldn’t have thought so, but since last night? Well, if she was honest with herself, there was a little more uncertainty today.

“You don’t know that S.H.I.E.L.D isn’t here,” she told him in a low voice. “You don’t know the Chitauri aren’t here. We are out in the open and anyone could be watching. Stop trying to prove your dick is bigger than his and let’s. Just. Go.”

His forehead furrowed and his eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Stop trying to prove you’re more man than he is. The stupid Frisbee didn’t hit me. He apologized for the wind. Let’s just go.” She stepped up to him and caught him by the right wrist. “Let it go, Loki. I mean it.”

His eyes flicked over her head, and then back to her. “Fine.”

“And ignore anything else he might say.”

Shannon whistled, shaking her head. “You don’t know how lucky you are,” she said to the blond guy. “You might want to go buy a lottery ticket.”

“Shut up, Shay,” McKenna grumbled, tugging on Loki's wrist. He finally relented and allowed her to pull him away from the Frisbee players.

“Who is S.H.I.E.L.D?” Shannon asked as they continued on down the beach.

“A spy group, for lack of a better phrase,” McKenna said, releasing Loki's wrist once she was sure he’d calmed down enough to not go back and annihilate the Frisbee players. “They monitor… well… everything, I think.”

“So,” Shannon hurried ahead of them, then turned to face them, walking backwards, “you are on at least two Most Wanted Lists?”

Loki nodded. “It would appear that way.”

“And yet, you were going to zap that guy into nothingness, weren’t you?”

He didn’t reply, but that didn’t deter Shannon. She was her usual, irrepressible self and though there were times McKenna wished she could be more like her best friend, this was not one of those times. If she could, she’d kick Shannon in the shin to shut her up.

But she couldn’t and Shannon grinned. “You two should just kiss and get it over with already.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki turned his frown on her.

“Please, it’s so obvious,” Shannon scoffed. “You were defending her honor. Kiss her already. You know you want to. And I know she wants you to, so why don’t you just do it already?”

“Shut up, Shay,” McKenna gritted through clenched teeth. Her cheeks were already hot, and that heat now crept outward. Damn it, was she that obvious to everyone. It was bad enough that Loki was very much aware that she wanted him to kiss her, especially since he firmly put her in her place in response to it. She had no idea she broadcasted it to everyone else as well.

“Because I don’t wish to,” Loki replied grimly, not even looking at McKenna.

“Uh-huh. Sure you don’t. Men,” she sniffed, “you don’t change no matter what realm you come from, do you? You’re all the same.” She shrugged and turned back to face the direction in which they walked. “I promise not to say I told you so when you finally end up together.”

McKenna rolled her eyes as Loki said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Hey, why don’t we head into Point Pleasant? They’re doing fireworks tonight,” Shannon tossed over her shoulder. “A little cheesy, but why not? We can grab something to eat on the boards, and just hang out until.”

Loki glanced down at McKenna. “Do you wish to go to this place?”

McKenna shrugged. “Sure. Why not? It’s not like there’s anything going on here. I just hope there are no Frisbees to worry about.”

Loki arched one black brow, but said nothing as Shannon shook her head. “Yep. You really should just kiss her. I’ll go get my car and meet you out front.”

McKenna breathed a sigh of relief as Shannon hurried back toward the Winchester. Shaking her head, she looked up at him. “She means well, but she doesn’t really know when to keep quiet.”

He sighed softly, sinking onto the sand and crossing his legs. “Why don’t the two of you go and enjoy yourselves?”

A feeling of chilly apprehension swept through her and she sat down next to him. “Why? You don’t feel like dealing with a hot, overcrowded boardwalk loaded with a bunch of pink-skinned sunburnt tourists?”

That didn’t even get a grin. He stared out at the water, scooping a handful of dry white sand into his palm. It spilled slowly through his fingers. “I should probably leave you now, McKenna. Before—well, you were right last night. If S.H.I.E.L.D. is here as well, you could find yourself in custody and very serious trouble.”

“But you don’t know if they are, just like you don’t know if the Chitauri are here, either.”

“I don’t, but you’ve already done much for me and at great peril for yourself.”

She took a deep breath and gently eased her arm beneath his, curving hers about his to rest her hand on his forearm. He was the only man on the beach in jeans and while he wore a tee shirt, she figured he was probably still at least a little uncomfortable in the heat, considering his body temperature ran lower and he probably felt their heat even more than humans—Midgardians—would.

She let her fingers come to rest against his bare skin, which cooled them almost instantly. His skin no longer had that bluish tint, but it was paler than her own, which was saying something. Although she wasn’t as pale as she was in the winter months, she had only a slight tan now. She needed a week of lying on the beach and doing nothing else before she’d achieve anything close to decent color.

She half-expected him to tug free, but he didn’t, and she took that as a good omen. It wasn’t the same as apologizing for the hurtful things he’d said last night, but it might be a start. “You didn’t make me put myself in any danger. I chose to do that. I’m a big girl, O’God of Mischief. You do realize that, don’t you?”

“I do.” His voice took on a wistfulness. “Probably more so than is wise.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head, seeming to come out of his reverie as he turned to gaze down at her. “Your friend is waiting. Go. I’ll be—” 

“You’re going to leave while I’m gone, aren’t you?” A hint of fear fluttered through her. Although she knew, logically, that the time would come when he’d leave, she wasn’t ready for that time to be today. 

“It’s best, McKenna. For both of us.” He slid his arm free and stood, brushing sand from his jeans. 

“Tomorrow, Loki. Go tomorrow. Come and see the fireworks and then go in the morning.”

“McKenna—”

She got to her feet. “You know, I haven’t asked you for anything in return—aside from the first night, when I asked you not to kill anyone. You could do this one thing for me. Let me show you some magic that we have. It isn’t much, and it isn’t nearly as impressive as making it snow in my apartment or turning a snowball into butterflies, but fireworks are cool in their own right.”

A sad smile came to his face. “You drive a hard bargain, McKenna. Very well. I’ll stay tonight, but tomorrow, I will bid you farewell and you will go back home and back to your life.”

“Fine.” She held out her hand and when he took it, she smiled. She had twenty-four hours to change his mind.

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