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shunsuiken · 1 year

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HOW THE GENSHIN MEN ASK FOR YOUR ATTENTION

pairing(s). kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe, kazuha, thoma, ayato, alhaitham, cyno x gn!reader

genre. fluff (the boys are clingy <3) + they are all so in love with u god wtf get a room pls + minor spoilers for ayato’s story quest kinda (saying this just in case but idt it spoils that much)

wc. 300-500 words for each character

an. i literally forgot this piece existed… last time i edited it was 2021 can u believe omg 💀 (i unearthed this thing two months ago or sth) originally it was dckz + ayato, kazuha and thoma but now i’ve added alhaitham and cyno too + also it is SO SO canon that kaeya calls reader snowflake yup yup! also zhongli is so clingy here dear god oh to have this man yearn for my attention <//3

kaeya alberich

kaeya had been sitting in his seat for far too long (it’s really only been a minute) and decided that he needed some fresh air. being captain of the knights of favonius really took so much time out of his beautiful day. he sighed and easily reattached his fur cape onto his collar with one hand before he began to seek you.

he strode down the streets of mond, greeting the locals with his charming smile. but there was still no sign of you yet! perhaps if he took one more round in the city centre he’d find you…

“i think that’s it for me, thanks blanche!” you were about to take your bag of goods from the counter when you felt two arms snake around your waist. “huh—”

you turned around confused until you saw who it was, a relieved sigh then leaving your lips.

“hello snowflake,” he greeted you with a smile reserved only for you.

“kaeya, hi.” your face brightened at the sight of your lover, hands resting on his biceps. “what are you doing here?” you could feel his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, a habit you noticed he did every time his hands were on you.

he made a melodramatic sigh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “my love, i’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he felt himself recharging with every second you were with him. “my day is beautiful again now that i’m with you, what are you doing here anyway?”

“i was buying things for… dinner,” you said the last part quietly, cheeks warming because you’ve never really cooked for kaeya before but the idea happened to cross your mind earlier in the afternoon, hence why he found you at the general goods shop. “wanna join me?”

“for dinner?” kaeya removed himself from your neck, raising a brow. “are you going to cook for us both?” he asked, tone ending in a teasing lilt. his voice made your knees melt.

you purse your lips in an embarrassed manner, nodding your head. “if you’re free after—”

“now, now—” kaeya shook his head, swiftly taking your bag of goods from the counter before snaking his free arm around your waist again. “—you know i always have time for you, snowflake.”

diluc ragnvindr

you were by the couch in front of a fire, reading through a book that’s caught your attention for the past hour. it was usually around this time that you would visit diluc in his office to ask for cuddles but… you never came.

thus diluc made the courageous decision to seek your attention. he made his way out of his office and down the staircase, spotting your figure sitting on the couch. your nose was so far up the pages in your book that you didn’t even hear his footsteps.

“have you had dinner yet, my dear?” your eyes snapped away from the book, revealing your face and warm cheeks to diluc. you shut your book softly, not forgetting to bookmark the page you left off.

“i haven’t, i was so caught up in my book i didn’t realise,” you said, naturally not realising what diluc was here for. he was a tad bit unimpressed with how you forgot to visit him; he was expectantly waiting for your cuddles, staring at his office door and focusing on the sounds outside to identify which footsteps were yours. but none of them were.

“was it the book you bought from our journey in liyue?” diluc inquired, casually plopping his head on your lap. his messy ponytail became even messier but that was fine, he knew you would offer to redo it for him later.

your fingers acted on their own as they gently carded through his soft crimson locks. “it was,” you replied in a whisper. then his eyes suddenly locked with yours and it startled you so you had to ask what was wrong.

“is that why you didn’t visit my office for the past three hours?” he deadpanned at you, jokingly of course. when the man discovered that you had grown fond of this reaction, he couldn’t help but make the face more often.

you laughed and the corners of diluc’s lips tugged upwards in a smile. but what caught him off guard as he was lovingly gazing up at you was when you began pinching his cheeks.

“your expressions are so cute, if only everyone else could see them.” diluc tried to conceal his blush, clearly working to no avail because you seemed to laugh louder as he averted his gaze elsewhere.

“i won’t forget to visit you next time.” you leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead, grinning in satisfaction when diluc’s cheeks completely camouflaged with his hair.

zhongli

zhongli was in need of something from you. as he sat in his usual spot at third-round knockout, his head could not stop turning about, perking up to the slightest calls from one person to another. where were you? he normally saw you running around this area at this time.

but of course! on the day zhongli needed something from you, you coincidentally weren’t around. if the adeptus had learnt anything during his time on teyvat, it was that the world really knew how to test one's patience. he sighed inwardly, about to revert his attention back to iron tongue tian until he saw the figure of your head amongst the crowd of people walking around.

the poor adeptus almost spit out the tea he was supposed to swallow, and after apologising to nobody for his poor etiquette, he stood up and rushed over to you.

“y/n! y/n, hello,” zhongli greeted you warmly with that smile on his face that made him look like a happy puppy that found his owner.

your expression softened at the familiar call of your name, knowing immediately who the voice belonged to. grinning, you thought it was adorable. which made you reciprocate his energy.

“my dear, the look on your face is making me believe you’ve done something audacious.” you raised a brow, looking at him up and down suspiciously.

zhongli’s heart churned, this was it! the look that did something to his poor heart made him unable to contain the expression that crept up to his face. he was waiting the whole day for you! and now that you’re here giving him what he wanted, he just couldn’t quell the excitement surging through his veins.

was he blushing? was he just hot from the weather? whatever the look on his face was, you were still absolutely stunned. never in your time with zhongli had he made a face like this before.

you quite liked it.

“hm…” you tilted your head, looping your arm with zhongli’s. he heard the playful tone in your voice and he was living for it. “it seems that mr zhongli of the wangsheng funeral parlour is in need of some entertainment. might i borrow you this afternoon, dearest?”

zhongli nodded his head (with such enthusiasm too, there were practically stars in his eyes!). his smile was accompanied by the light blush dusted across his cheeks, arm tingling when it came in contact with yours. “of course dear, my time is yours.”

childe

you were by wanmin restaurant, chatting it up with xiangling about her newest dish you were just obsessed with. you wanted to order it again for takeaway but those incoming footsteps from behind you were quite concerning. so you turned around in curiosity because why is someone running to you at such speed?

“my looove!” oh.

you chuckled, opening your arms to accept childe into your embrace. “now what are you doing here?” you greeted as he nuzzled his face into your neck, feeling him softly exhale on your skin while his arms wrapped snugly around your waist.

“i’m not allowed to come see you when i want to? that’s so unfair of you.” childe pouted, removing himself from your neck.

“thought you’d be out ‘til the evening so i wasn’t expecting you,” you reply, briefly combing his hair down from its usual wildness. “oh! have you returned from a spar?” you bid xiangling a goodbye before heading out with ajax.

“i have! and…” the bright look on his face quickly dissipated when he showed you his upper arm after rolling up a bit of his sleeve. “i got just a little carried away in the process.” ajax looked at you with his blue eyes that feigned pain. “fix me up?” he suggested meekly.

who were you to say no to that? of course you would help your lover patch up his wounds. so after walking over to your home, you sat ajax on a chair and told him to stay put to which he replied with an animated nod of the head.

you returned with a first aid kit, quickly dabbing alcohol on his cut before bandaging him up. normally ajax never came to you with any wounds after sparring so this was a little unusual—but he was human. he would get hurt.

while you were in your little bubble of thoughts, childe was practically vibrating in his seat. the toothy grin on his face brighter than the sun that shone upon liyue, he finally had you all to himself now! and you were patching him up, these results were much better than he could’ve imagined. he’s always wished of being aided by you, since your touch was so gentle and warm.

he leaned into you, placing his forehead on your shoulder. and like a kitten he nuzzled his face into your neck. “missed you,” he mumbled, although muffled you understood what he said. pulling him further into your embrace, you let your warmth surround him. “missed you too.”

kaedehara kazuha

kazuha sits idly by a tree in liyue, whistling softly to greet the sight of the serene horizon. the sun rises gradually and soon, so will you. he lets the leaf he was playing with fly with the morning breeze, getting up to greet you a good morning.

kazuha knows just how far the sun has to hover above the horizon to know when you begin stirring out of your slumber. he enters the inn and takes the staircase to your room you booked, opening the door to find you stretching on the bed.

“good morning, my love.” his sweet voice makes your head snap upwards, your expression brightening at his presence. “morning, kazu.” you open your arms, inviting him in for a hug and he plays right into your little trap when you pull his body on top of yours.

kazuha yelps in surprise, face smacking into your pillow as he’s slotted right beside your face. he lifts his head up, shaking his head slightly in fondness. his baby hairs tickle your cheek. “you’ve just woken up but you already have the energy to play tricks like this.”

you snake your arms around his waist, pulling him flat against your body. “that’s what makes life fun, kazu.” you nuzzle your face into his warm neck. “but i might have to cut this moment short, boss needs me at the restaurant.”

what. kazuha blinks owlishly at nothing in particular. what do you mean your boss needs you at work right now? no. nope! kazuha doesn’t like the turn of events. he swears today is your day off!

“i thought you had the day off?” he raises a brow at you, trying not to sound too disappointed.

“i was supposed to but boss came over last night when you went to buy us dinner and practically begged on her knees for me to go to work.” your voice is laced with amusement as you remember the look on your boss’ face. “apparently two other employees had last minute plans they couldn’t cancel.” you remove your hands from his waist to place them on his cheeks.

kazuha doesn’t normally make such expressions so when your eyes land on his face, you can’t help but coo. “well we may stop by for some breakfast before i leave.”

his expression doesn’t improve.

you purse your lips. you’re trying your absolute hardest to contain your laughter. “i’ll ask boss to give me another day off? so i’ll have two days off to spend with you.”

kazuha shakes your hands off his cheeks so he can nuzzle his face into the juncture of your neck. “your boss should learn to keep her promises.”

thoma

“y/n! would you like me to make those pastries from yesterday?” thoma’s face pops up from behind the book you’re reading. you smile and put the book down momentarily.

“that would be love—”

“oh oh! what about those cakes from two days ago? i recall you saying that it was delicious for afternoon tea or i could make you—”

you stifle a laugh. to be honest, it has been a while since you two met up due to your busy schedules so his hyper attitude right now is understandable. but you don’t think you can have a proper conversation like this so you decide to mess with him. pulling a business smile on your face, you say, “good afternoon, commissioner.”

“h- huh?! good afternoon, my lord—” but when thoma lifts his head to greet his lord, he isn’t there. his brows furrow, whipping his head around to see the mischievous look on your face.

“y/n! that wasn’t funny.” he blushes at your teasing, pouting unintentionally in response.

you chuckle, raising your fingers to pinch both of his cheeks. “you can be so naive around me. it's adorable, thoma.”

the use of his name makes him gulp embarrassingly loud. in his kneeling position, he holds onto your wrists that now cup his warm cheeks. “i- i was just wondering if you wanted any cakes! my lord said i’m free for the rest of the afternoon so i thought—” thoma exhales shakily from your intense gaze before continuing, “—i thought i would be of service to you today.” he ends his sentence with a smile, bringing his gaze to meet yours.

your heart pounds in your ears. maintaining composure around your beloved one soon became difficult after time passed. but you learnt that letting your walls down for him was worth it.

“then let’s make those cakes together. didn’t you say you would help me improve my baking skills?” you take his hand from your wrist to guide both of you on your feet.

he nods his head like an obedient puppy. “i did!”

“then let’s head to my kitchen.”

kamisato ayato

it is rare for kamisato ayato to leave the main office. oftentimes he is drowned under paperwork that needs him to provide his official signature or input for upcoming events. however, ever since you came around, even the commissioner’s most capable retainer finds himself at a loss when in search of his lord.

the only reason ayato even leaves his office is because he hears the echo of your voice entering the estate after your afternoon walk around the city with your ladies in waiting. with swift movement, ayato relocates his work from his office into yours.

when you slide the shoji open, you flinch at the sight of the figure who’s been awaiting your arrival for the past hour (ayato’s distracted himself by busying his mind with official documents).

“welcome home, darling,” ayato greets you while his gloved fingers continue to sign pages with his brush, ink gliding over the documents smoothly.

heat rises to your face at the pet name. you promptly dismiss your ladies in waiting before they can see the expression on your face, maintaining it to the best of your abilities until they are gone.

“have you been here this whole time?” you slide the shoji shut behind you.

ayato raises his gaze from the document to flash you a smile. “yes i have.”

unfortunately for him, you don’t miss the cheeky glint in his eye. sitting down beside him, you scold him jokingly with a pointed finger. “tsk, you’re lying. i just saw thoma bring out your tea set from your office.”

“oh.” the single syllable word is emphasised by his lips that form an ‘o’ shape.

you don’t realise you’re holding in a laugh until it bursts out of you at the sight of him acting like this. ayato’s posture relaxes as your laughter fills your office. he puts his brush down to pull you closer to him so he can lay his forehead on your shoulder while an arm wraps around your waist.

“did you happen to bump into someone on your afternoon walk?” ayato’s eyes flutter shut, fatigue finally hitting him when your warm palm rises to caress his cheek.

strands of his hair tickle your chin as you reply, “yes, i met lady hiiragi near uyuu restaurant. she said she was waiting for one of her retainers.”

“you mean you spotted lady hiiragi on a secret outing with sir kujou.” ayato doesn’t fail to correct you, the corner of his lip rising in amusement.

you gasp knowingly, patting your lips to correct your words. “indeed that is what i saw.” you nod with a smile. “no wonder she was wearing such an atrocious looking kimono and styled her hair… like that. she was disguising herself.”

ayato lifts his head to meet your gaze and jokes, “i can only imagine what sir kujou was wearing.”

your eye twitches, a grimace appearing on your expression. “i’d rather not.”

the yashiro commissioner can only chuckle at your reaction. ah, he just loves it when you’re around.

alhaitham

the akademiya’s scribe is a rather quiet man. he only opens his mouth when necessary. for example, when his roommate, who cannot stop blabbering about a rather irritating client, comes waltzing through the hall, disturbing the peace of the scribe’s reading time, does he open his mouth to shoot him a sharp “shut up.”

another example is when a certain knock on the door is heard and kaveh goes to answer it.

“kaveh, hello! is alhaitham home?” it’s you.

the scribe is on his feet immediately. the blond yelps when he is shoved out of the way to make space for your lover, who greets you with a gentle smile. the book from earlier is now left disregarded on the chair.

“my dear, you’re here.”

alhaitham finds it difficult to stay quiet around you. there’s just always something to say when you’re right next to him. like right now as he offers his arm out for you to hold, before promptly announcing that he and you will take a stroll around the city. kaveh only gapes at the unusual behaviour of his roommate. poor man can never get used to it. you offer him an apologetic smile before leaving with alhaitham.

you sigh, patting on your lover’s arm scoldingly. “be nicer to that roommate of yours, did you see the stunned look on his face?”

“don’t look at his face, dear, it’ll stress you out,” alhaitham says bluntly as he takes the path towards treasures street.

you have to cover your own mouth before a sound so unbecoming can leave it.

alhaitham takes pride in how he can make you laugh. he loves watching your eyes twitch and how you purse your lips to contain the boisterous reaction, how you have the self-control to maintain your composure in public despite wanting to cackle loudly like a maniac. knowing he can prompt such a reaction out of you makes him huff proudly when he’s alone with his ear pieces in.

but right now, his ear pieces are turned off. he finds himself carrying the conversation as you and him find seats in the audience, waiting for a scheduled performance hosted by the zubayr theatre. he keeps you close to him as you squeal in excitement when the lights dim for nilou to appear on the stage.

alhaitham finds himself speechless when he yearns for your presence. the most he can do is pull up that smile on his face and pray to lesser lord kusanali that you’ll see the faint twinkle in his eye that is telepathically asking for your attention. the man doesn’t even realise he’s doing the latter, that’s just his unconscious bodily response.

fortunately, the dendro archon is of kind nature, and what archon of kind nature would ignore the prayer of one of her most loyal followers?

cyno

the general mahamatra comprehends his silent need for your presence when he takes a quiet stroll through caravan ribat. he misses you and your curiosity—your hand that grabs his wrist to take him to a stall that has trinkets and things that have caught your eyes or how you’re so quick on your feet to run to the next thing that shines in your field of vision.

cyno stops in his tracks, staring at the path that would show him out of caravan ribat and into the greenery that leads towards the city.

he could leave right now.

you know your lover has a demanding job so you obviously don’t get in his way with distractions. but when your head snaps to your right side at the sight of your lover donned in his usual attire, walking towards you with a rather intriguing look on his face, you have to burst his bubble of personal space.

“cyno, what are you doing here? i thought you had something to do at caravan ribat.” cyno only smiles gently, offering his hand out for you to take, which you do.

“work is finished,” he tells you, bringing you closer. “and i missed your company, my love.” he whispers lowly, gaze pouring into yours.

you raise your brows, gulping, making you break eye contact with him to stare at the interesting potted-plant behind him instead. “cyno it’s only been four days since we last saw each other.”

“that does not change anything.” cyno tilts his head to find your pretty eyes again, a crease appearing in between his brows as he stifles a laugh. “my love, my eyes are here.” and he only pulls you by your waist when you act like you don’t hear him.

he’s so insufferable.

“hm, it’s a lovely day today, how about a round of TCG with me?”

your head snaps in his direction. an expression of disbelief takes over your face completely. “are you serious? you come back after four days and you ask me if i wanna play—”

a smug look grows on cyno’s face as you complain. then it clicks in your head and you click your tongue, folding your arms and looking away. “go and play with your friends then, i can just go to treasure’s street and—”

“oh come now, love, you know that was a joke, right? or do you want me to explain what my true intentions are? because if you would like to know then i’m happy to mmph—” cyno grins into the kiss you give him, effectively shutting him up. perhaps this is what he wanted in the first place.

you pull back, heat rushing to your cheeks at your own actions but really, you miss your lover. so that seemed to be the most appropriate thing to do at that moment.

“dinner. we will have dinner.” cyno relishes in the way you grab his hand, squeezing it as you lead him towards puspa cafe.

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gfhunklescalendar · 1 month

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Reblogs greatly encouraged!

What's this? A little calendar teaser and update for everyone??

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irafuwas · 11 months

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Twst book 7 chapter 4 babbling notes

lots of blabbering and mega spoilers after the cut

Baul

Sebek mentions that he looks quite a bit younger than he does now, but he has no doubt its grandpa baul

Sebek calls him “Baul Zigvolt”, does that mean his parents took his mom’s maiden name when they got married??

Lilia says Baul is the biggest glutton in their company

Sebek says that Baul taught him a lot growing up. He’d often buy books for Sebek, and it was him who instilled a love of reading in bekky

Just like bekky, he loves salmon

Timeline Shenanigans

In the real world, Lilia is about 700 years old and he says he received his invite to NRC over 500 years ago

In the dream, Lilia is about 300 years old

Mal is 178 years old in the real world, but at this time in Lilia’s dream, he is due to hatch in 2-3 years

Silver and Sebek notice the timeline doesn’t match up with how old mal and lilia are. Neither of them know much about Mal’s parents. Whatever happened to them wasn’t recorded in any of the books sebek read about briar valley

Fae Language

The screeching/growling sounds that the masked soldiers are making are actually an old fae language

Sebek is able to understand it (not perfectly, but he understands overall what they are saying), as his mother and grandfather taught it to him

Silver tried learning it from Lilia, but Silver’s ears couldn’t even pick out the words. Sebek said his father said the same thing. Sebek explains that compared to other animals, humans have a limited range of hearing, and since he is descended from fae, he can pick up on minute sounds that humans cannot

Languages and methods of pronunciation differ from one fae species to another, but by imbuing their voices with magic they can all communicate with one another. Presently, many of the fae in briar valley speak a common language, and not many speak the old fae languages.

Silver Owl/Iron Ones

The Silver Owl is a group of humans that invaded the Land of Briar and they are tearing up the forests, destroying the mountains, and generally making a huge mess of things as they excavate the land for magical stones, mystium, gemstones, and other resources

All the members of the group wear iron armor, and that is why the fae have taken to calling their members “the iron ones”

Lilia and the imperial guards have been struggling to drive them out of the country since there are so many of them

They arrived at ”Cape Sunrise”（? 来光岬） about a hundred years ago in just one little sailboat. Their numbers increase in the blink of an eye and they quickly surpassed the fae. They now pretty much dominate the land from the “Canyon of Screaming Winds” (?? 風鳴き渓谷) to the east

Henrick

Leader of the Silver Owl

Lilia describes him as a greedy, vulgar man who’s “big like a barrel”

Spends most of his time relaxing at the fortress and rarely comes out

Knight of Dawn

Commanding officer of the Silver Owl’s guards

An expert swordsman with white armor and golden hair. Even lilia recognizes his strength (though they’ve never fought)

Even the followers of the night fear him

He is said to be very beautiful

He spends most of his time defending the fortress and doesn’t come out west much

He wears a helmet almost all the time. Lilia’s never seen his face

General Vanrouge

Uses 俺 for his first-person pronoun instead of わし like he does now

He says his sense of taste is very sensitive and he can tell right away if something weird has been added to a dish

Says he is about 300 years old

He was an orphan and Queen Maleficia took him in

He thinks that Silver and Co. are envoys from NRC trying to get him to enroll at the school

At one point, Grim whines for some fruit growing high up in a tree, and Lilia uses his magic to get it down without making a sound (there were enemy soldiers in the area). He says he’s only ever missed once when he set his eyes on a target, but doesn’t answer what that was when Sebek asks

While on their way to the fortress, some fae kids recognize Lilia and call out to him. He calls them annoying brats and basically tells them to scram. But the kids say they want to protect the country together with Lilia, and he smirks and lightens up.

At one point he kicks Silver and sends him flying, and Silver falls right in front of some Silver Owl soldiers passing by. They think that Silver must’ve been held prisoner by the fae and that he had escaped and they stop to help him, and then Lilia and the others attack while they’re distracted

One time, when he, Levan, and Mallenoa were kids, they got lost in the forest after getting caught up in another one of Mallenoa’s whims. This was back when they couldn’t fly very well, and there was a thick fog in the forest, and they couldn’t find the way home. Levan was freaking out but Mallenoa was having a great time. The next morning the imperial guards came and found them. Even though they went out there per Mallenoa’s suggestion, Lilia was the one who got an earful for it

They come to a deserted town and recuperate in one of the abandoned homes. They find some spinning wheels, a doll on the floor, and marks on the wall where someone was getting their height measured every year. Lilia scoffs at the mess the kids that lived there must have made. He figures that once Mallenoa’s egg hatches he’s probably going to get babysitting duty shoved on him and be made to clean up after the kid. He says just thinking about it makes him sick. He says he hates children, they’re loud, do what they want, and always cry, and worst of all, they’re weak. He says the thought of having to look after a creature that gets worn out so easily sends a shiver down his spine. Sebek suggests that perhaps Lilia’s mind will change someday, and that he might like to have a family of his own in the future. But Lilia looks at him like he’s grown two heads and says he has no intention of ever running a household. He murmurs, “Until now, and from now on, I…” but doesn’t finish the thought.

Mallenoa (? マレノア)

Queen Maleficia’s one and only daughter and the Lady of Briar Castle (?野ばら城) (To this, Silver gets confused and says “Briar Castle? Not the royal castle in the Dragon Capitol City/Imperial City(?竜の港), Black Scale Castle” (???黒鱗城))

She commands the imperial guards and is the “keystone of the country’s defense”

She ordered Lilia and the guards to deliver a written ultimatum to the Silver Owl demanding they cease their insolent actions at once.

Other delegates have been sent to deliver demands to the silver owl’s fortress before, but one by one they went missing. So instead of having lilia’s company just fly to the fortress, she told them to go on foot and search for the missing delegates and rout any silver owl members along the way

Lilia says she is a tomboy, quarrelsome, hot tempered, and selfish. He calls her the Land of Briar’s most disastrous princess. He says ever since he’s been conscious of his surroundings he’s been wrapped around her little finger for the past 300 years

Levan (? レヴァーン)

Mal’s dad and Mallenoa’s husband. He was an aristocrat and served as the Land of Briar’s diplomat. Title is 龍眼公　(Lit. dragon eye Lord/duke).

His whereabouts are unknown

Tamago-Sama (😭)

in the dream, Mal is currently an egg and is due to hatch in 2-3 years

Dragon eggs will not hatch without their parent’s love and magic poured/concentrated/flowing into them

Silver

He says he doesn’t have his sleeping problems when he is within a dream. He never suddenly falls asleep or anything like he normally does when awake

He says his father brought him to lots of different magical healers growing up but none of them could find out what was wrong and they would all throw in the towel in the end

The silver owl soldiers keep mistaking Silver for somebody else. One knight asks if Silver is here to save them, another says he feels like he recognizes silver from somewhere. Based on the way they address him, whoever they are mistaking him for is someone socially superior to them

At one point, the darkness appears, and silver’s ring starts to glow. The light from the ring dispels the darkness

Lady Leah (? レイア)

Henrick’s little sister

Its rumored that she is in love with the knight of dawn

Ending Scene

The Silver Owl fortress is empty when the group arrives. The door closes behind them and an armored device starts attacking them

After they defeat the device, a fae messenger arrives letting them know that the Briar Castle is under attack by the Silver Owl. Both Henrick and the Knight of Dawn are leading the charge

#twst spoilers #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #baul zigvolt #twst jp #twisted wonderland

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Hi. I have a few thoughts about "Breaking Dawn". I am 50/50 with these options, maybe they are both correct or both are not correct. Mayer wrote that all vampires know how to use modern technology because

1. So that vampires don't look pathetic and insignificant in the eyes of modern people who are surrounded by these technologies.

2. Vampires actually interact with these things, Bella is an unreliable storyteller in this.

Imagine stone statues that used to be people, but now they eat people. The cute things they have they took from the corpses of their victims. They don't watch movies or listen to music (don't know how to use technology or don't their senses perceive it?), don't talk to people and fight to the death for territory and food with other vampires. Doesn't sound cool, does it? A vampire who is 300-500 years old with a MacBook and a Range Rover is something else.

Your thoughts?

See this is really fascinating to me, especially back when I was actively reading fanfic, to see how differently other people interpreted it. Because when I originally read the books, my impression was that yeah, they weren't doing any of this. They were living in the woods just eating people and not going near humans at all because they couldn't without killing them. I thought it was really super hard, borderline impossible, for human-killing vampires to really interact with the human world in any meaningful way. That they couldn't pop into a movie theater and watch a film because the temptation to kill everyone would be too great and then it would be a whole thing and the Volturi might come after them. Like, at the time I thought Jasper going into a diner in the first place was super weird; why would he do that (other than so the cute diner story can happen, of course!), especially when he was already thirsty! Seemed to be asking for trouble!

And so, yeah, I didn't think being a Twilight style vampire sounded that cool. Living in the forest attacking random hikers and then wearing their clothes? Can't sleep? Can only drink blood and not enjoy food at all? No thanks. Sounds awful. What's the point of immortality if you can't like, DO stuff? Even the Volturi, Patrons of the Arts that they are, allegedly have just sat still on their thrones for so long they have literally gathered dust and started to petrify. They aren't going out and exploring the world, they aren't being active and engaged. They're sitting there like the stone people they are.

But then other people interpreted it totally differently and wrote vampires outside the Cullens having fairly Cullen-like lives with enjoying human world arts and culture and tech. Other vampires who had jobs and cool cars and nice houses. And certainly I've read and seen plenty of other vampire stories that do that, but I thought originally that Twilight vampires were much more 'feral' for the lack of the better word and hidden, that the whole vegetarian thing DID allow the Cullens a level of access to the human world that other vampires didn't have.

I've now come to think it's somewhere in the middle. I think Twilight vampires are still pretty nomadic, generally, and out of touch with the human world, but not as completely as I thought before. The whole red eyes thing are a bit of problem, but with colored contacts (like Heidi uses) or sunglasses, it's not a huge thing in the modern world. And I think the temptation to hunt is not as extreme as I originally had thought, either. That they probably can sit in a diner or movie theater or library for awhile and be fine as long no one is actively bleeding. But I still think the average Twilight vampire probably leads a pretty 'boring' life that's mostly about where they are going to find their next victim and trying not to draw attention to themselves. The average vampire isn't scrolling TikTok on their phone, because they don't have one, and don't have money to pay for service, because they don't have a job or a bank account. But they might fool around with the phone of their victim for a little while before tossing it so they can't be tracked. They don't have a permanent residence (other than Amun and his hidden temple, I guess), but might "play house" from time to time in a victim's place for the novelty of it, take a shower, figure out how the TV works, before going back to the wilderness once their victim's disappearance is noticed. It seems really lonely and boring, and a waste of their incredible intelligence. Better if you have a mate, I guess, but even then. I think the James/Victoria lifestyle (other than hunting other vampires for funsies like James liked to do) is probably closer to the average vampire experience than the Cullens'.

But then again, in MS James knows how to fly a plane apparently. Or did he just like . . . figure it out as he went since it wouldn't matter if he crashed?

#asks

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Buckley brainrot is SO REAL rn so here’s some thots HAVE FUN

Imagining going to a romance movie with Robin and she insists y’all sit in the back so you do and you’re now halfway through the movie and her hand is under your skirt and she’s already coaxed out one or two orgasms from you and she’s trying to make it a record and you’re biting your lip so hard to keep the moans in and she says

“Gotta be quiet baby, someone can turn around and see the mess you’re making.”

And when the movie finishes you get up and start blushing as you gently push Robin to usher her out quickly so no one asks about the wet spot on your seat and I-😵‍💫

robin buckley x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1225

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), (semi?) public sex, fingering, squirting, petnames, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, not proofread

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry for my other asks still waiting in my inbox but this one had to be prioritized for all the amazing writing @maladaptive-day-dreams has done for me in the past few days!! the robin brainrot is REAL- this was supposed to be a 300-500 word drabble but i got a little too carried away with your request-

when she first put her palm to your thigh you didn't mind. it wasn't often that she got physical with you in public, hawkins in the 80s most definitely isn't the place and time for lesbians. but in the darkness of the movie theatre, it felt safe enough. your seats are in the very back of the room, and, besides, hardly anyone else is at the movies today. you've seen a young couple somewhere close to front row and maybe a handful of other people. but none of them are close enough to see the hand on your leg. and they aren't close enough to see the way robin moves closer to you until she has her lips pressed against your neck, leaving a trail of hot and wet kisses. "robin" you hiss under your breath. "we can't-" but when her hand moves further up your leg you shut it, your hips rolling against her for more. your girlfriend chuckles against your neck as she caresses your skin- "yeah..." she mumbles at that first hip roll. "that's what i thought" you know just how wet you are when she presses her fingers to your pantie-covered entrance and looks at you with mock surprise. "who would've known" she whispers. "that y/n y/l/n was into getting fucked in the movie theatre..." "i- uhm- I'm not" but there really is no point denying it when she pulls your panties down your spread legs and pockets them, before using her index- and middle finger to spread you open for her. "and you're so fucking wet too" robin's raspy voice is right next to your ear. you can't see her hand, your skirt turns out to be an amazing cover for what's happening underneath, you can only feel it when she spreads your lips apart and dips a finger down to your entrance. you gasp and she hushes you immediately. "shit gotta be quiet for me..." she looks around but no one seems to be paying any attention. "we wouldn't want them to hear" now what you think she means is that she will turn this into a quick little thing before focusing her attention back on the movie. you think she will make quick work of flicking your clit and finish you off in record time. what you don't think is that she will fuck you through multiple orgasms in a now, without stopping for once. after your first orgasm, you are sweat soaked and have a hand thrown over your mouth to hold back the noise. you look at her as if you're expecting her to withdraw her hand. she doesn't. robin gives you a wicked grin and pumps her fingers into you again. your eyes widen in surprise and you bite down on your hand. you mouth a "robin...please" but robin knows better. she knows you want this and she can tell by the way her fingers meet no resistance at all that you don't just want but need to cum again. your walls flutter around her skilled fingers at one particularly deep thrust. you're thankful for the loud volume of the movie that's playing. otherwise, the whole room would hear the wet noises from between your thighs. with your eyes rolling back and your grip tightening around the armrest of your seat, you cum again. you arch your back off of your seat and bite down on your lip so hard you're almost certain it'll draw blood. robin watches in amazement, her fingers gathering all of your cum and arousal and pushing it right back into your aching cunt.

you squirm when she pushes them back inside and a small whimper falls from your lips. it's all becoming too much and yet not nearly enough to feed your hunger for more...more of her touch, more of those sensations that are washing over you like waves...more of robin. robin, whose brows furrow when you whimper. regardless of how quiet it is, she stops her movements for a second to warn you; "gotta be quiet baby, someone can turn around and see the mess you’re making" and you sure are making a mess, your wetness running down your thighs and soaking right through the thin fabric of the skirt and into the seat. she pulls out of you and collects your arousal on her fingertips, moving upwards. you nod your head, willing to do anything robin asks of you as long as this does not stop. you can feel your overstimulated cunt throbbing, but you want to give her that. you want to make robin proud and give her one more. you know it's there, coiling in your lower abdomen as she circles your clit slowly. "will...will be so quiet" you breathe, with your head falling back against the wall behind you. "please" "oh i know you will" she smiles. "good girl" and, as she says it, robin pushes her fingers back into you, watching every single one of your reactions.

"you're gonna give me one more yeah...? yeah...?" she whispers the words so sweetly, as if she isn't pushing her fingers into you, perfectly timed with every word. and each time they seem to go deeper than before, hitting that spot of yours a little too well. "y-yes" you nod your head with your eyes closed. "look at me" robin mumbles. "please- i wanna see your face when i set this new record of making you cum" under other circumstances, this remark might've earned her a giggle but you can't. you can't. you can hardly open your eyes, but force yourself to do so anyway. the sight in front of you is a delight; robin has been watching you the entire time and, judging by the look on her face, she's getting just as much pleasure from this. "gonna cum...gonna cum..." you mouth, your lips parting when you feel the beginning of third orgasm washing over you and when she angles her hand the slightest bit different, causing the heel of her hand to hit against your clit with each one of her thrusts, you cum. hard. so fucking hard that you lose control over all your body does. you throw your palm over your mouth to hold back the moans, wishing robin could hear how good she's making you feel. but robin doesn't need to hear, not when she can feel and see. the last thing you notice before everything does dark is a weird, new sensation of fluids leaving your body and gushing against her hand. your orgasm is still rippling through you but you are aware enough to be extremely embarrassed for this mess. "oh my god- oh my god-" you whisper, brought back to reality by that feeling. you are mortified and bring your palms up to hide your face. but robin looks down at you in amazement. "holy shit y/n..." she whispers. "fuck- that was- that was the hottest thing ever" "i- i never did this before i-" you stutter. "it's-" but robin grabs your wrists and pushes you up. "i need to have you...right now...screw this movie..." she pulls you out of the seat and walks first, leading the way out of the cinema. all you can do is turn around one last time to see the mess you've made on the seat. god, you really hope no one will ask about it on your way out.

#robinsno1lesbian drabbles #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley drabble

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Fireworks erupted overtop the city's centre where the giant hole usually could be found. Except now it was filled with a huge stadium! When had that happened!? As was often tradition in Spirale, plenty early risers would have their beauty sleep disturbed by the blaring of an announcement over the electronic devices in their possession.

"That's right, Jonathan! This is an exciting year for the Spirale Games! Well it's the first year, but that's what makes it so exciting!" Anything with a screen would have displayed video of Ofiuco's android body sitting at a sportscasting desk. But there was no one else present so who was she talking to? "We have a number of exciting events for teams to sign up for and we can't wait to see you out there!"

Of course the implication was that if they didn't see them out there then those who didn't participate wouldn't be reaping any of the rewards!

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Welcome to our April / May event, the Spiral Games! As you can imagine we've taken inspiration from major sporting events, but this is closer to a celebration of many different skills and only some of the events are based on athleticism! You can find a full list of the events here so that this post isn't too cluttered!

So how is everything going to work?

Characters can participate in some events alone, but we encourage everyone to form teams of up to four characters! All of the team members don't need to participate in every thread if you don't want to but the option is there if you'd like! Teams will have no bearing on rewards (but it will make them easier) so there also isn't a limit of how many teams a character can be in to prevent a scenario where some characters are let out just because some people made teams early on.

If you would like to, you can give your team a name and even design a logo!

On the event list page you can see a list of events and the rewards you can earn from participating! Rewards can only be claimed by the team members who participate, so if you choose to do a one person drabble then only you get those rewards!

You can participate in as many events as you want, but the amount of Stars one character can earn from the event is capped at 500 Stars. This does not include the regular amount you get for event participation.

There will also be an unlock reward for this event, however there is a stipulation to this. In order to claim the unlock you must write at least 300 words with at least one character on your account that your muse has yet to interact with. So long as the thread is event related it will count, which is where teams could certainly help!

As always please feel free to send any questions you may have to the masterlist!

The event ends at 11:59:59PM EST on May 17th!

#isola event #event: spirale games

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autisticmao · 2 months

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GENRE: neutral - zombie apocalypse hinted au

FEATURED: joel

WARNINGS: mentions of death, ooc, indefinite ending

PROMPT: etho stays with joel in his lasting moments before turning. (spoilers: he doesn't actually turn here... sad sigh. if only i could complete this-)

WORD COUNT: unknown, this is a tumblr only oneshot, so- (id say around 300-500 if estimated though.)

"You know there's no turning back, right?"

"Do you mean that literally or-"

"You know what I mean, Joel." Etho frowns from where he sat on the other side of the wooden cabin, eyes casting in a shadow of worry as he reeled his focus onto the other, interrupting the other male from his jokes. Usually, he wouldn't mind his jokes. Joel's jokes were like a sparkling star across the infinite sky, but with the situation that the two of them were both in right now... Etho just couldn't quite handle it.

To put it quite simply, a zombie apocalypse broke out, and death mauled most of the population of humanity to the grounds. No one knew how the situation came to be or why the apocalypse is such a thing to happen right then. It was a literal moment of expecting the unexpected. There's no such thing as impossible moments in the world.

"Geez... I miss the others." Joel bows his head for a moment.

Etho's ears perk with attention, brows furrowing with. "Now you say that? After laughing and calling everybody 'weak' from dying? What made you change your mind, Joel?"

"Not like that! My mind is still settled in the same way as before! I... miss... the chaos."

"Of course you do." Etho bows his head down for a moment with a sigh.

"Well, I mean... the way that Grian died was kind of funny, don't you think? I mean the way he-"

"Joel!" His voice echoes beyond the cabin, Joel stops in the middle of his sentence and winces at Etho's shout as he whispered out a quick apology not long after.

Silence covers the duo in the cabin with slow paced time. Invisible ticking was made, and every second was wasted on useless breaths.

"Can you at least remind me why I am tied up to this chair, then?" Joel suddenly asked after a minute had gone by, his figure writhed at the uncomfortable wooden chair he was forced to sit on, rope that still had some strength within itself wrapped tightly around him, latching him to the chairs surface. He wanted to get up and walk about, maybe kill some zombies, he doesn't know. Just anything that could get him moving.

Etho peeked. "You... don't remember?" They were just talking about precautions ten minutes previously, Etho tuts silently to himself.

A noise of confusion emits from Joel's lips as he then knocks his head to the side, "not exactly. Am I supposed to?"

The ashen haired male frowns at the one with umber eyes, now realising the details of his state. His skin was turning a horrid colour. Joel's umber shaded glance was dulling within quick minutes, and he seemed to be fidgeting more and more as time went. He really wished, for just once, that time would stop pushing the days forward. He's already lost plenty of his friends. He can't lose Joel, too.

Maybe his state is the reason why he's so hyper, wishing for fun upon those who are dead, Etho thought sharply to himself in his mind.

Hesitancy stringed his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, unsure whether he should tell Joel the truth or not. If he said the words out loud, it would only bring the reality closer to his heart than Etho wanted.

But with the glance he was being given by Joel... it was like as though lying was never an option for him. Lying wasn't a meaning of words to use by him. Only the truth existed.

His lips part as he spoke, letting his empty mind take control as his vocal cords worked along with it.

"You're infected, Joel."

//that line isn't the ending, i am just not sure how to end this oneshot, and i want this out of my drafts already. please take it with kindness. i am so drained of life right now, heh... ♡

#character joel and character etho #joel smallishbeans #smalletho #smalletho fanfic #smallishbeans fanfiction #smallishbeans #ethoslab fanfiction #ethoslab #etho #boat boys #oneshot #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #fanfic writing

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What does this mean what does it mean I’m fucking foaming at the mouth over this Adira bark bark bark

P.S. that autocorrected to “adorable” instead of Adira and I needed you to know

I have a modern dom!Pero that I can't get out of my skull and all I need is a whole week of interrupted writing time, 300 pots of coffee, and like 500 other things I should be doing--therefore me looking to avoid it all by writing this instead--and it's yours.

But reallly, the outline is written for this. You run a martial arts school with Lin and decide to expand the building and hire a couple of contractors that happen to be pretty to look at. And one of them happens to be looking for something he didn't think he'd ever find and you're like ditto grumpy man.

How bad do you want it.

Use your words, pretty.

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theladybarnes · 11 months

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CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER NINE

"That’s a bummer, right?”

▸ summary: the good news is you guys are out of the tunnels, the bad news is trying to get out of the mall ▸ characters: scoops troop ft. the party ▸ word count: 7.8k ▸ warnings: drugged out antics, angst, jealously, and slight fluff ▸ series masterlist

“Jesus, slow down!” slurred a voice from the back of the cart. You peeked over your shoulder to see Steve slumped against the gate, looking slightly sick . The blaring alarm that continued to echo in the tunnel nearly drowned out Robin’s following complaint.

“Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?”

“It’s the Indy 300.” Steve corrected.

“No, dingus, it’s 500!”

“It’s 300!”

“Let’s say a million.”

Behind you, the two weirdos suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. It’s been like this ever since the three of you got them out of the chairs and you’re wondering just what they were hit with. “Dust, can you please keep them in check?” you yelled out, keeping your focus on driving steady.

“I would, except every time I fix these two they just move around again!” Dustin cried, sounding like he was struggling. “Stop touching my face, Steve!”

“What is wrong with them?” Erica asked, sounding very frustrated.

“I don’t know!” Dustin responded, moving to get closer to the gate.

“Will everyone just shut up!” you yelled, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of voices going at once.

“Watch out!” Erica cried as she pointed over towards the metal barrels you really did not see coming. Hitting the break hard, you barely stopped the cart in time to only semi crash into the objects. Making the others in the back of the cart smack against the gate as they fell back. Thankfully the crash is just near the familiar red doors of the elevator.

“Ow!” cried the three of them.

“Uh, you guys alright back there?”

“We’re fine, just get me the hell out of here!” Dustin mumbled as he rubbed the side of his head. Climbing out of the seat with Erica, you moved towards the back of the cart and pulled the doors open to allow the others to climb out.

Dustin is quick to come out first, giving you an exasperated look as he stood on the ground. “Next time, I'll drive.”

“There isn’t going to be a next time if we don’t get out of here, genius!” Turning to the two still lying in the back, you wave for them to come forward. “Let’s go, guys!”

“Come on! Get out!”

“Let’s go!”

The two seemed to not notice at all as the three of you called out demands as they sluggishly moved up from the ground. Dustin reached inside and practically yanked Steve out, making him fall forward onto the ground before he ditched him to work on the doors.

Steve’s hands reached out to your legs, using your body as a sturdy object to get himself up. It wasn’t until he’s up with his hands placed at your shoulders that he realized who was next to him again. “Fancy seeing you here, Trouble.”

Having no time to deal with Steve’s oddly placed flirting, you give him a half smile and turn him around towards where Dustin was. “Back to the hellevator, your highness” you said to Steve, getting him to go forward. He gave you a small smirk, trying to reach out for your hand but you kept pushing gently at his back to keep him moving.

“Back again!” Robin sang as she stepped through the doors. “How long do you think we’ll be here this time?” she mused, moving to lean against the wall dramatically.

“Uh, not that again.” Steve pouted, moving to stand on one of the loading carts left behind. It moved under his weight, sliding a bit in a way that might look fun under different circumstances. You chose to ignore them momentarily as you hit the ‘close door’ button. One click to the arrow pointing up and the familiar pull of the elevator moving up began to happen.

“Thank God.” you huffed, closing your eyes momentarily. The feeling of hope was finally coming back to you, and you felt a small boost of energy coming back. You’re about to make suggestions for what to do next when you turn to find both Robin and Steve using the cart to play around.

“Hey! You look like you’re surfing!” Robin laughed, helping move the cart for Steve.

“Yeah! Surfing!” He laughed as he became even more excited. They’re both moving the cart dangerously too fast and too much that you’re feeling slightly anxious. But not as anxious when you think again just what could be running through their veins right now.

“They seem drunk.”

“Why would they be drunk?”

“Seriously, Sinclair, you think they were offering drinks down there?” you frowned, trying to hold your hands up to the two. “Can you guys just chill out for a second?”

“Look, honey, I'm a natural! Check it out!” Steve replied, before quickly falling forward onto the floor. The three of you stared in awe for a second, wondering just what the hell happened while Robin shot her hands out at Steve’s direction.

“Wipe out!” she laughed.

“All right,” you called out, urging her to stay put as you kneeled beside Steve on the floor. “I think that’s enough surfing, eh, Big Kahuna?” You check over the back of Steve’s head, trying to feel out for any cuts he might have made when his hands reached out to stop you. A boyish smirk tugged over his lips as he tried to look up at you.

“Are you calling me big, Trouble?”

Dustin gave Steve a weird look before he reached forward to place his hands on his forehead. “He’s burning up.” he sighed. Steve struggled beneath him, trying to push away Dustin. “You’re burning up.” he said back as he struggled against Dustin’s check up.

The smaller boy reached forward to pull at Steve’s good eye, trying to get a look at his pupils. You peered down with him and noticed how blown out his eyes were. “His pupils are super dilated.” Dustin called out.

“Shit,” you muttered. They were definitely given that blue liquid.

“Maybe he’s drugged.” Erica called out.

Steve’s fingers booped against your nose before he reached over to do the same to Dustin’s. Making a little booping noise every time. Dustin patted over at Steve’s cheek, trying to make him focus. “Steve, are you drugged?”

“How many times, Dad?” Steve drawled out. “I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.”

Dustin whipped his head to look at you, giving you a disapproving frown. “You and Steve are smoking pot?”

“I-I’m not.” you stuttered, not ready for this line of questioning. “It was..IT WAS ONE TIME.”

Your nervous answer seemed to only make Steve and Robin burst out into another fit of giggles. Dustin shook his head as he turned back to look down at the guy. “This isn't funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you.”

“They gave them this blue liquid.” you admitted finally. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to freak you guys out. But they forced this liquid into them to try and get some answers.”

“You’re barely telling us now?!” Dustin exclaimed, trying to reach out to check your eyes next. You slapped at his hands, pushing him back a bit. “Let me check you!” he urged.

“Dustin, I’m fine! I managed to trick the doctor into not putting anything in me. But I was held somewhere else from them, so it looks like they got whatever else was in that bottle.”

“How the hell did you manage to do that?” Dustin asked, pushing Steve’s booping finger away.

“I just told them I was pregnant.” you shrugged. “Scared the shit out of them.”

Immediately all members of the group began to yell out different reactions. “Mazel tov!” Robin yelled out happily with a few claps. “You’re having a baby!”

Erica and Dustin had come forward to try and grab your attention. Dustin’s hands are back at your face, yelling at you for not being safe while also out questions on when did this happen and if you were okay.

In the midst of the overlapping voices is Steve’s quiet but shocked voice. “Baby? You’re having a baby?”

Not needing for him to dive into that drugged or not, you push away everyone so that you’re able to stand up again. “Guys! Please! There is no baby. I’m not pregnant.” Dustin let out a relieved sigh before pointing over at you.

“Was it poison? Are they gonna die on us?”

“We all die, my strange little child friend.” Robin called out ominously. “It’s just a matter of how and when.”

“Oh Robin.” you muttered. “Please stop.” you muttered, watching as Dustin slowly shook his head before focusing on Steve again.

“They’re gonna be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car.”

“Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?”

“I would kill for a hot dog on a stick.” Robin chimed in.

“Ooh!” Steve cooed, liking her suggestion.

“All right, yeah, food. Yes, you can have as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked.”

That seemed to stump Steve. Bringing a sad sort of somber look to his face as he peered up to Dustin. ”Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh?”

“The car’s off the board.”

“What?”

“They took the keys! The Russians, they took the keys.” he clarified, emptying out his pockets. “Like, forever ago.” Robin slowly began to burst out into laughter again, making Steve join in with her. “That’s a bummer, right?”

Dustin turned to you, clueless at what to do next when you suddenly remembered. “I drove here!” you said, patting your shorts quickly. “I think my keys and wallet..” your memory flashed back to when you arrived at the mall the other day. Talking with Steve in the backroom. You had set your stuff down on the counter.. “It’s back at Scoops! All we need to do is get there and we can drive out of here.”

The elevator came to a hard halt, making you nearly trip over before you balanced yourself. Dustin climbed up from the floor, pulling Steve up soon after. “We can’t enter from the back. Which means we gotta cross to the next building.”

As soon as the doors opened up, you couldn’t help but suck in the night air. It’s been so long since any of you have had fresh air and you can’t help but revel in the moment as you exited the elevator. Robin and Steve seemed to be on the same page as they dramatically took in deep breaths.

“Oh, my God, that tastes so good. Ahhh!” Robin joyously exclaimed. “Steve, can you taste the air?”

“I taste it! I taste it!”

Leading the way out towards the parking lot, you’re about to suggest they wait by your car when you notice a pair of guards down the alleyway towards the gates. The doors opened up instantly and you watched as one of them reached for the gun at his side.

“Oh shit!” you hissed, grabbing onto Erica and Dustin’s hands to turn. “Let’s go! Back around!”

The three of you turned towards the side of the building, noticing the backdoors that lead to the other back of the mall. Erica latched onto Robin and dragged her towards the doors while you pulled at Steve. Lacing your hands together to make sure he didn’t go the wrong way.

“Why are we running?” Steve asked, confused as Dustin held the door open for everyone. You checked over your shoulder, making sure all of them were in before watching as he slammed it closed.

You stuck close with Steve, dragging him with you into the back halls of the stores while trying to remember which one could be a possible way out. “Where the hell do we go now?” Dustin cried out from the back. A familiar scent hit your senses and you sucked in a deep breath, hoping that you were heading in the right direction.

“I think I know where we are, guys. Just follow me.”

Thankfully, sneaking in the back room with Steve those couple of times had finally worked out in your favor. Peeking out the doorway with Dustin, your gaze is met with the familiar rug of the Starcourt theater.

“All clear.” Dustin said softly, pushing the door open.

The rest of you pile out after him, moving towards one of the showing rooms. For now, a dark room would be the best place to hide out while you try and get those guys off your trails. You’re still holding onto Steve’s hand as you use the other to push Robin forward.

Consumed in the darkness, you hold your heavy breath and push the two loopy twins into sitting down at some empty seats. “You two, sit.” Dustin ordered in a hushed voice.

“No, no no! These seats are too close!” Robin whined.

“Dude, these seats blow!” Steve concurred.

“Then don’t watch the movie.” Dustin countered.

“We wanna watch it.”

“Then watch it!”

A man sitting behind the two let out a loud shush as he stared at you guys in shock. You can’t help but shyly wave him off. Apologizing softly before you urged the two kids to sit over at the end of the row. “Everyone shut the fuck up and take five.” you hissed, moving to sit at the end seat beside Steve.

“Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere.” he warned the two.

“Fine, Dad.” Steve replied sarcastically before laughing again with Robin. You rubbed a hand over your tired face, waving for the two kids to move along as you leaned against the seat. Trying to allow yourself a moment's break before the sound of crunching caught your attention.

Down in Steve’s lap was a crumpled bag of popcorn. Him and Robin were happily picking and chewing the pieces as they watched the movie. You want to ask where the hell did he even have time to grab that in your rush in, but figured that probably wasn’t a question you’d want answered.

“I can’t believe it.” Steve giggled to you as he leaned in closer. You raised a brow at him, wondering what he was amused by until he squeezed at your hand. “We’re holding hands..in front of everyone.”

Glancing down you can’t help but chuckle softly. “I had to make sure you didn’t run off the wrong way.” You whispered back, giving him a small smile. The sound of guns and screaming came from the screen. Whatever Michael J. Fox’s character was up to, seemed just as crazy as what happened a moment ago for you guys.

You felt a boop to your nose, making you turn your attention back to Steve. He had a small pout on his face. “Why are you mad?” He whispered.

“I’m not.” You reassured, giving his hand a squeeze. “I just..wanted to see this movie with you.”

He offered up the popcorn, raising a brow. “You are seeing it with me, silly.” There’s a sly sort of grin on his face, making it hard for you to focus momentarily.

“And me!” Robin hissed, reaching out for the popcorn. “She’s seeing it with me too!” Steve pushed her back a bit as he kept it out of her reach.

“Stop, it’s time for her to have some!”

His small outburst caused the man behind him to shush out again. Making you hold a finger to your lips to the noisy duo. From down the row you could see Dustin waving you down, motioning to go back up the stairs.

“I’ll be right back. You two just..stay here and shut up.”

You let go of Steve’s hand to his dismay before getting up from your seat. “Bring me back a cola!” Steve whispered loudly.

“Bring back two!” Robin called after.

You frowned at their requests, hoping they wouldn't make any more noise before running up the steps to join Dustin in the back. “What’s the plan?” You asked, watching as he held out the radio.

“I think we should make contact with the party.”

You and Dustin had managed to sneak inside the projector booth, peering down at the audience momentarily before setting up the radio to try and reach the others. It was a solid plan until the unnerving lack of response.

“C’mon, we’ve been up here for five minutes. No one is answering!” you hissed, looking out the door in case of the employee making his return back. You had seen the teenager leave with a fresh pack of cigarettes, so you hoped he’d be gone for a good few minutes before making his return. But knowing your luck today, that could change at any time.

“I’m trying! They might be too far.” he grunted before repeating his message again. “I have a code red! Do you guys copy? I repeat, this is a code red!”

There’s another tick of silence and you’re ready to give up on trying to call for help when you suddenly hear the click on the radio. “Dustin?!”

“Mike?” Rushing down the floor, you kneeled close to Dustin. Trying to listen in on the response.

“Dustin!”

“Mike!”

“Get to the damn point!” you cried out, needing to skip over reunions.

“Oh, my God, you have to listen. I know I’ve been MIA, and I’m sorry, it’s not because I’m mad. I mean, I actually was mad, but it’s also because I was trapped underground in a secret Russian base.” Every few seconds the sound of Mike’s voice is garbled with confusion. Dustin tried to finish telling the warning that the others needed to hear, but you fear it might be a failure with the terrible reception.

The radio made a weak beeping noise as Dustin cried out in panic. “Shit, not now, Mike?! MIKE?!”

“Crap, you drained out the battery!” you groaned, covering up your face with your hands.

“Do you have any batteries? Double A?” Dustin asked, looking at you expectantly. You reach out and whack the top of his hat angrily. Causing him to gasp softly at the sudden attack.

“We’ve been trapped in an underground base for how long and you think I suddenly have batteries on me?”

He’s about to open his mouth but you simply hold a hand up to shut him up. “Listen, I’m not going to sit around and hope Mike freaking Wheeler figures out we’re in need of help. You go back to Erica and make sure the scoopers stay in their damn seats.”

Getting up, you peered out the door again, making sure the hall was clear. Dustin reached out for your arm, a slightly concerned look on his face. “Wait, where are you going?”

“I’m heading back to Scoops. Maybe it’s been emptied out and I can sneak in to get my keys. I’ll meet you guys back here. We’ll leave with the crowd once the movie is over.”

“Be careful.” Dustin said before making his way back into the theater. You make sure that he’s down the walkway to the seats before leaving the theater room. The mall is already filled with its final shoppers. Making it hard to conceal your haggard appearance as you casually speed walked to Scoops.

It’s not until you’re at the foodcourt, familiar fountain in sight that you noticed how empty it was. Stores already had their gates down, and only a few teens were lounging in the area. You swiftly made your way off the escalator. Moving to the direction of Scoops when you suddenly stop dead in your tracks.

Two men in security guard uniforms stood outside of the store. From your spot you can see one more in the back checking the area of the backroom. One of the men out front seemed to catch your attention, giving you a questioning look.

Not wanting to be caught under his watchful gaze, you quickly joined in with a group of teens on the escalators. Pretending to be a part of their friend group awkwardly to blend yourself in.

Standing close next to a particular boy beside you, you somewhat use his body as a shield to cover you up before taking one last glance down. The man returned to his former focus and took his gaze off of you.

Thankfully the teens don’t really call you out on the weird approach. Making it easy to break apart from the group once you guys made it up top. With one problem done, there was only one question left.

How the hell were you supposed to get in your car now?

Carefully, you made your way back to the theater. Checking over your shoulder now and then for any weird signs of security. You had barely entered back to where the showing room was before Dustin and Erica burst through the doors.

“We have another code red.” Dustin said quickly.

“What’s wrong?” you gasped as you held your cousin at arm’s length. You couldn’t help wonder what could have happened in such a short time.

“Don’t freak out. But we lost them.”

“Lost them?”

“We lost Steve and Robin.”

Instantly you moved your arms from holding onto Dustin into lightly choking him out. “How the hell did the two of you lose two grown teenagers? I was gone for ten minutes!” you hissed as you slowly shook his body.

He slapped at your arms, prying himself out of your grip before he pointed over at Erica. “It was after we left her in charge of them that they ran off!” he said lamely. The smaller girl crossed her arms over her chest, jaw slacked at Dustin’s shamelessness.

“The two of you left me alone with them in a dark ass room full of other grown people! How the hell was I supposed to notice that they left?”

“Oh you mean you didn’t notice two giggling idiots in sailor uniforms skip out?”

“No! I was too busy listening to you ask for stupid batteries!”

Groaning at their bickering, you reached out and covered up their mouths before pointing over the staff watching them from the ticket window. “We don’t have time for this. We need to go and look for them.”

The two only gave small muttered responses before you ushered the three of you towards the other theater rooms. Checking each and every row as calmly and quickly as you could for either of the missing two. It was about twenty minutes of checking that you finally burst out of the original room you were in and back to the empty hall.

The panic of everything falling apart slowly managed to creep its way back inside of you.

Where the hell could they have gone to? What if they were taken? Or worse, what if they were somewhere alone after falling ill to the effects of whatever was in those drugs?

“Are you good?” Erica asked after a minute of you covering your face up. “You don’t look so hot.”

“I am not good. Okay? The two have gone off to God knows where. Probably choked up on their own vomit from either the stupid Russian drugs or the garbage popcorn they had been hoovering. And we have zero idea on how to help them.” you groaned, trying not to lash out on the poor kid. It wasn’t either of their faults that the two had wandered off, but your frustration was creating an ache in your chest.

“We’ll find them. They have to be here.” Dustin reassured, looking back out in the halls.

“Except we’ve checked nearly every damn room and they’re not here! The mall is closing and most of the stores are either closed off or surrounded by security. Which I don’t know if you’ve figured out by the way, are secret Russians!”

“So we keep looking for them quickly.”

“I swear to God, I don’t know how young someone can be to have a heart attack. But I think I’m having one right now.” you wheezed, moving to lean against the wall.

“I think you’re being a little bit dramatic.” Erica frowned, moving to stand in front of you. “We just have to keep moving. You letting yourself freak out like this isn’t going to do any damn good.”

“I’m sorry, Erica. But I am currently dealing with the fact that we might actually have lost them back to the Russians. The same ones who are currently looking for our asses as we speak. Okay? That means they could either be taken or killed and I wouldn’t be able to do anything to get them out. Which would totally suck because I think I’m in love with Steve and because I didn't watch him properly while he was doped up, he’ll never know!”

“Ew!” Erica gasped.

“You did not just say love.” Dustin followed after.

“Are we sure she wasn’t drugged? She’s saying she’s in love with the sailor man.” Erica asked wearily. “She might need a doctor.”

“I think I need one, because I’m about to throw up at the idea of these two together.”

The sudden sounds of laughter coming from the restrooms thankfully cut off the rest of their insults. For a moment, you thought that one of the laughs sounded a little familiar. Waving over at the two, you motioned for them to follow you as you led the way over towards the girls restroom. When you three neared the door, the sound of laughing came again. Only this time, you’re definitely sure you know that laugh.

Bursting in the room, the three of you stumble upon Steve and Robin on the floor together. Both laughing and giggling to each other over something you guys had just missed. The sight of them just lounging and having a fun time made your sudden confession from just a few seconds ago seem so..stupid. Here you were, worried about their demise when they were happily chilling out on the dirty floor.

Dustin, who seemed just as upset as you felt, pushed forward to look over at Steve angrily as he spoke out to them. “Okay, what the hell?!”

His reaction only amused the two even more, causing them to burst into another fit of laughter. Leaning over each other as they shared another moment. It caused something to hit against your already aching chest. Making you question just what they were talking about. They’ve been drugged up this whole time, acting just as goofy. But they weren’t so..comfortable with each other like this.

“C’mon guys.” you cleared your throat, choosing to look down at the ground. “We uh have to go. You two can mess around another time.” Erica beside you raised a brow questionably, almost as if she didn’t believe you were the one to dismiss things.

Steve, hearing your voice seemed to snap out of his laughter, scrambling up from the floor so that he could make his way to you. “Hey, I was worried when you never came back.” he mused softly, letting his hand gently cup at your shoulder. “You doing okay? How do you feel?”

“I feel fine.” You spat as you shoved his hand off of you. “But the both of you reek of barf. So, please rinse out your mouths so we can go.” you ordered, ignoring the pout that started to form on Steve’s face. “We have a plan.”

Thankfully the two quickly do as you say without lip. Only taking a minute after to get their bearings togethers before you all formed a line behind Dustin. Even from behind the door, you could hear the sounds of movie goers making their exit. Mumbling enthusiastic things about the movie.

“And..blend.” Dustin said, pushing the door open.

One by one, the five of you casually merged in with the people exiting the theater. You keep one hand behind Erica’s back, keeping her and Dustin in your line of vision while sticking your chin out. Hopefully the stoic face you’re good at putting up would help keep people from staring too long at your face.

“Well, shit, that worked.” Erica said happily.

“‘Course it worked. We just have to make our way past the bus with the rest of these plebes..”

“And go to my car right out front and home sweet home, here we come.” you finished, feeling a little hopeful again. That is until you felt the weight of Steve’s hand on your shoulder trying to get you to turn around. But you were still off with him so you shrugged it off.

“Uh, Guys?”

“What?” you heard Dustin reply from up front.

“Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house.” Now that had your curiosity.

“Why the hell not?” you asked, peeking over your shoulder. Steve looked slightly pained as he tried to get the words out without making things worse.

“Well, I might’ve told them Dustin’s full name.”

Oh things are definitely worse.

While you kept your panic to inside. Dustin couldn’t help but look behind him to stare at his friend in shock. Not being able to control the new worry on the list of things you guys were dealing with at the moment. “What is wrong with you?” he whispered, voice high with panic.

“Dude, I was drugged.”

“So?”

“So you resist! You tough it out. You tough it out like a man.”

“Please don’t do this now, guys.” you sighed, feeling the familiar back and forth tone of their usual arguments. Already they both ignored you as they continued to fight with each other, missing the mysterious two men standing near the entrance of the mall. Posing as staff while they checked the bags of leaving customers.

“Guys?” Robin asked worriedly.

“Abort.” Dustin urged quickly. Just as the words left his mouth, the guard turned his head in the direction the group stood. “Shit.” you gasped. It was the exact same guard who had caught your eye earlier at Scoops.

“Abort! Abort!”

Turning around, you turned to follow after Robin. Pushing past the slower people making their exit to get as far away from the guards as you guys could. But with the mall closing and security all around where the hell could you guys go?

Before you, Robin led the group back towards the direction of the food court. Moving to enter the middle space between the two escalators before she slid down like a slide.

“Come on, let’s go, let’s go!” Steve said, holding his hand out for you to go next. You squeezed inside the small space and pushed yourself forward to go after her. Hearing the sounds of more men begin to shout from above.

“Nobody move.” Steve whispered.

It’s been like that for the past couple of minutes. While there was a good head start, giving you all the chance to jump over the counter of the Great Cookie, there wasn’t much places left to go. Giving the guards the chance to make their approach and begin to check through each and every store.

All of you sat with your knees to your chests as you listened to the soft responses coming through their radios. This was it. There wasn’t anything else that you could think of to stop them. Peering over Dustin’s head, you took a over at Steve’s direction. He’s already looking over at you with such sadness in his dark eyes.

One of the voices of the men sounded closer than ever. There’s a stinging to your eyes and you try to blink away the pain only to feel a tear slip out. This couldn’t be the end of things. You guys had been so close, you tried so hard to get out of this damn mall. And now..now you couldn’t think about what was to happen next.

Between the two of you, Steve moved his hand out. Opening his palm for you while he stared expectantly. Almost as if he was thinking the same thing you were.

Nodding your head, you reached out to lace it together with yours. Feeling the rough but warm fingers engulf your hand. Dustin placed his sweaty palm on top of both of them, looking between the two of you sadly. It’s oddly comforting at this moment. Closing your eyes, you try to focus on the feeling of the two hands with yours and not on the sound of the footsteps getting closer.

Just when you were ready to brace for the worst, the sudden blaring noise of a car alarm quickly went off. Making all of you slightly jump in place. There’s a second of one of the guards calling out to the noise questionably before a loud crashing noise took over it. From behind the counter all you guys could hear were slight yells and the sounds of tables crashing until everything stopped.

Slowly, the five of you climbed up from behind the counter. Peering out at the mess that was laid out. All around the floor were guards lying down. Either knocked out or killed. At the moment, you didn’t really want to focus on either. But towards the right, was the car that made the noise in the first place. Upside down as it leaned against one of the food stands.

Glancing over to the left, you’re met with one of the best things you had seen all day.

It was El and the rest of the party, having arrived at just the nick of time.

Dustin was the first to make a run towards the escalators. The rest of you struggled to keep up as you watched him reach the group first. A giggle in his voice as he opened up his arms to El. “You flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!” he exclaimed happily.

You had barely caught up beside Dustin when a pair of arms wrapped tightly around you. “Where the hell have you been?” Nancy asked worriedly as she pulled back.

“Yeah, seriously. MIA for almost two days? Scared the shit out of me.” Jonathan added, placing a hand on your shoulder. You can’t help but feel a tug at your heart, happy that you were thought of while away.

“You guys wouldn’t believe my night..”

“Lucas?!” Erica called out, putting a pause on the conversation. Her older brother, shocked at seeing his younger sibling, quickly stepped forward towards her. It was the only reunion met with anger apparently.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Ask them. It’s their fault.” She replied, pointing over to the three of you.

At first you want to point out that she could have easily left if not persuaded by free ice cream. But Steve, feeling mostly guilty, placed his hand on his hips, nodding his head without hesitation. “True, yeah. Totally true. It’s absolutely our fault.” He said with a tiredness in his voice.

“Way to hold out under pressure, Harrington.” you muttered leaning in towards him.

He parted his lips a bit, looking as if he was going to give back a sarcastic response. But after raising a brow to him, he seemed to change his mind. Choosing to instead rest his hand on the small of your back before he nodded for you to look forward ahead.

“I don’t understand, what happened to that car?” Robin interjected, clearly unaware of just about everything at this point.

“El has superpowers.” Dustin clarified, using his thumb to point over to El beside him.

“I’m sorry?”

“Superpowers. She threw it with her mind.” Steve said, waving her off. “C’mon, catch up.”

“That’s El?” asked Erica.

“Who’s El?” Robin threw in, still seemingly confused.

From the corner of your eye, you can tell that Nancy began to grow slightly annoyed with the newcomer’s questions. Extending her hand out towards Robin with narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“I’m Robin. I work with Steve.”

“Yeah, it’s Robin from Homeroom.” you added after her.

“She cracked the top secret code.” Dustin threw in for good measure. Steve nodded after that, throwing in one last final bit of information.

“Yeah, which is how we found out about the Russians.”

“Russians. Wait, what Russians?” Jonathan asked, sounding shocked at the thrown in bit of new information.

“The Russians!” Steve cried out frustration, pointing over to the bodies currently still on the ground. You patted his arm lightly, pulling him to take a step back as you watched the group break out into another tangent. Voices lapping over each other with each new person speaking up. And while you had a couple of concerns of your own, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe the time spent arguing should be pushed for another day when there wasn’t a chance more guards could come.

Looking over to Nancy and Jonathan, you’re about to ask about making a leave when you suddenly noticed how beat up Jonathan looked. “Whoa, what the hell happened to your face?” you asked, leaning forward to inspect closer.

“Got in a fight.” Jonathan said calmly. “We had to kill our bosses. Then they turned into this melted monster that nearly got us at the hospital.”

“I’m sorry, kill your bosses?” you gaped, not being able to get passed that part. Jonathan was pretty damn strong, but he was so much more of the pacifist between the three of you. Nancy took her chance to use your shock to give an inspection of her own.

“Why are you concerned about him when your face is so bruised and red? Is your neck okay?” she asked worriedly. You had almost forgotten that in all this you and Steve had been walking around looking just as beat up.

“Oh this? Well, we can thank the comrade that was in charge of interrogating me. Pissed him off enough later on that he decided to choke me out.” You brushed over your neck slightly before shrugging. “I stabbed him in the penis so I think we’re even. Then there was the day before when Billy attacked me..”

“God, choked twice in one week?” Steve asked, perplexed as he moved forward to gently look at the new markings on your neck. He let his fingers brush lightly over the skin before your words finally caught up to him, causing him to pull back with wide eyes. “Did you just say you stabbed him in the penis?”

“Can we please stop saying that?” Robin groaned out, looking a little sick.

“I’m still interested in hearing how you did that?” Nancy asked, looking at you with a slightly impressed look.

“Yeah, well I’m still wrapping my head around the Russians part.” Lucas cut in, bringing back the main focus. “Like real Russians? As in, they’re working for the Russian government?”

“What are you not comprehending?” Dustin scoffed to his friend. “Am I not speaking English? We have a full-blown Red Dawn situation.”

“Chill out, Dustin. We don’t need the heavy sarcasm right now.” you chided. He simply waved you off, turning to face his friends with a pained grimace slid over his face.

“So this has nothing to do with the gate?” Max said, bringing up a very forgotten point.

“It has everything to do with the gate.”

You’re about to speak out on maybe moving the group back to someone’s safe house when you suddenly catch sight of El from the corner of your eye. There was a glazed look in her eyes, almost as if she were about to burst into tears. Her body turned slowly as she faced the group once more before suddenly collapsing.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Steve called out as Dustin moved alongside a worried Mike to El’s side. The rest of you follow quickly, surrounding the girl while the two boys kneeled by her side. They were barely able to get her to lie on her back before she let out a pained groan.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” Mike panicked as he looked down at her.

“My leg..my leg!” she whimpered. Trying to reach her hands out towards her limb.

Kneeling on the ground, you helped move to rest her head against your legs. Trying to help give her some comfort while Jonathan and Nancy both inspected her leg below. Even from where you were you could see the bloody bandage didn’t look too good. It wasn’t until they tore off the covering that you all caught sight of the infected wound.

All at once everyone let out a loud sound of disgust and shock as the cut was revealed. You think you guys are going to need a lot more than just Neosporin to help fix that up. But just as the thought came to mind, the muscle in her leg suddenly moved. No wait..that was definitely not a muscle.

��El! El! Are you okay?” Mike yelled out, reaching to grip at her arms. “El! El!”

That’s when the screaming began.

A/N: JFC writing out a whole group of these guys talking is EXHAUSTING. I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Despite it having some length, the real stuff is about to happen in the next two so please anticipate for that. Especially for CH.10 🩷

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