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stars-and-inkpots · 7 months

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Reverence | Gale x Reader | (18+)

You take the opportunity to show Gale just how beautiful he is, and you have the perfect way to make sure he understands it.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: Mild sexual content, mostly implied sexual content, praise kink, touch-starved, body worship, fluff (at the begining), kissing (lots)

Notes: I am determined to help provide more Gale content because I don't think there is enough. This might get a part 2 if people are interested.

Part 2

Ao3 Link: Reverence

Word Count: 1,338

The city is a welcome respite from the harsh wilderness you’ve been travelling through for the past several weeks. Well, perhaps a welcome change for some of you; Halsin was far less excited to be within the city walls, but complained only once. While the city was stifling to him, he understood the appeal for the rest of you. Lae’zel, on the other hand, despised the crowds and made this more than clear on multiple occasions.

But everyone was content with the decision to rent some real rooms at the Elfsong Tavern- the entire upper floor, in fact. Gale was particularly pleased with this; and while everyone had their own rooms, he was very content to remain in yours.

Being in camp with everyone always there all the time did not give the two of you many opportunities to spend time together uninterrupted. Now, as you lay on the bed beside him while he reads through one of the many new books he picked up today, you can almost pretend that everything is normal and the world is safe. At least for the moment.

Gale’s fingers card through your hair. Occasionally, he leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You wrap your arms a little tighter around him. Everything feels so domestic that your face flushes and your heart aches. Given the circumstances of… well, everything that's happened to you so far, you hadn’t devoted much time to thinking about the future. But as you feel Gale’s chest rise and fall with each breath, hear him chuckle to himself while he scans the book with rapt attention, you can’t think of any other way you would want to spend the rest of your life. The realisation is both daunting and a comfort.

You find yourself staring at Gale. He’s too busy with the book to notice, so you have time to really take in the beauty of this man, and there really is so much of it.

His hair, still slightly damp from his earlier bath, has grown slightly since you met him. You notice that the small braid you had put in his hair one night still remains, still miraculously perfect. When you reach out to hold it between your fingers, you can feel traces of magic within the strands and realise that Gale had enchanted it somehow, ensuring it would stay. It’s such a fond gesture: that he would go through the effort if only to maintain it- to keep a reminder of you with him all the time.

The only indication that he’s noticed your discovery is the slight smile on his face and the pink that dusts his cheeks; he almost looks embarrassed. Gods, you love him.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper. His blush deepens and his eyes finally part from the book to find yours.

“Thank you,” Gale answers, but his voice is soft and you wonder if he really believes you.

“I mean it, Gale. You are the most incredible person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting; and not only in looks. You are intelligent beyond words, your skill with magic is unbelievable.” He looks away from you, the book almost entirely forgotten in his hand.

“Alright, now you’re only flattering me.”

“Calling it flattery implies I mean none of it. Gale, and I mean every word.” You take his face between your palms, turning him to look at you again. There’s a sadness in his eyes, one that makes your chest tighten. You need him to understand how much he means to you. “And surely you are not one to call me a liar, are you?”

“Of course not, my love. I would never dream of it,” he answers, and kisses you.

“So, you believe me then,” you ask, like you’re testing him.

Gale gives you a look, a strained, conflicted sort of look. This man is stubborn to a fault, but this is not something you are going to let up on just yet.

“Your eyes are the prettiest I’ve ever seen, like the forest in autumn.” You pepper kisses across his face, moving to straddle his hips. You run your fingers through his hair, smiling fondly at the grey hairs that are present throughout. “Your jaw, your cheekbones, your nose, it’s like the gods sculpted them themselves.” With each new thing you list, you press several kisses to it. You can feel the warmth of his face when your lips brush over his cheeks.

Your hands move to hold his hips while you move yourself further down, kissing his neck as you do so. You only barely hear him suck in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t stop you- Gods, he doesn’t want to stop you. When you leave a final kiss at the top of his chest, your hand moves to the edge of his shirt, giving it a small tug. “May I?” You ask, and Gale doesn’t trust himself to answer so he nods. You pull the fabric up, and he helps you take it off of him completely. Your hands find his hips again while your lips return to now exposed skin.

“I will never get enough of your hips, love,” you say, tightening your grip on them ever slightly. “All of you, so soft, yet so strong.” His stomach is soft, but you can feel the muscles tense under your palm when you drag your hand across. You keep kissing him; his chest, his stomach, his hips. You can hear how his breaths are becoming shorter- can hear him sigh so softly. He’s always so responsive to you: a trait you absolutely love.

Your fingers tease the waistline of his pants, and you finally hear him speak for the first time in minutes. His voice is unsteady, already wrecked from just this alone.

“Please,” he begs breathlessly. You don’t hesitate.

You leave his underwear for now; you still have a point to prove.

You continue to kiss down his chest, and then across his thighs. You indulge him, leaving a collection of blossoming purples across his inner thighs. The last is rewarded with a whimper, and his fingers curl through your hair. He’s almost shaking, his pupils blown wide when he looks down at you.

“Please,” he repeats. You smile, and if Gale knows you, which he does very well, he knows it means you’re going to drag this out and tease him for as long as you can.

“Soon, my dear, I just need you to do something for me first.” You move yourself back up so you’re straddling his hips again. “Say you’re beautiful.” You’re back to kissing just below his jaw. Gale lets out a shaky breath, but hesitates. “All you have to do is admit it, then I’ll give you what you want.”

“This is hardly fair.” Gale does his best to sound annoyed, but you can feel him beneath you. You know how much of a hold you have on this man.

You kiss him; a deep and passionate kiss that promises more, but you pull away before he can deepen it.

“Say it,” you ask again. “I’ll wait as long as it takes, love.”

Your hands are all over him: his shoulders, his face, brushing his hair back, tracing the curve of his jaw. It’s overwhelming in the best way. Gale can barely focus enough to string a single thought together. All he can think about is you. You and your hands and lips all over him, kissing each and every part of him. He’s never really considered himself beautiful, though many might think him vain. But the way you’re touching him, holding him, telling him how perfect he is in hushed whispers against the side of his neck, it’s enough to convince him that maybe you’re right.

“I’m beautiful,” he relents, voice soft but still needy. He feels you smile against him.

“Good boy,” you answer, and he moans at the praise. “Now to make sure you don’t forget that anytime soon.”

#gale x reader #baldurs gate gale #gale x tav #baldurs gate x reader #x reader fic #gale dekarios #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 #bg3

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mamamittens · 8 months

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How Our Seeds Grow (Pt. 2)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates & young!GN!Reader

Main|First|Next

Warnings: Emotional distress, a very naked snail, and minor blood.

Ah! Almost forgot, for those that asked to be tagged: @iggy5055 @badluckinfrench (idk why it won't let me tag you bro, sorry, the minute I got to the 'f' it said no)

Word Count: 2,248

You’d never really considered what you’d do if you did ever run afoul of pirates. The other marines were usually quite good at keeping any real threat far from you, often by bodily tossing you to someone else. And you didn’t know if this was the usual fate of a marine caught by pirates either. It sure didn’t seem like it, but none of the pirates thought it was weird, so what did you know?

You were seated in a medical bay on board their ship clutching the hem of your shirt anxiously. You weren’t injured anymore but dried blood was still smeared over your face and collar. Nose a little stuffed up.

A man with a blue mask over half his face and a kind smile gently wiped your face off with a wet rag as he asked questions. Pheonix taking notes on a clipboard with a pleasant but vaguely fake smile. It didn’t even hurt, the damp, warm fabric just removing any leftover blood from your broken nose. When he was done, he pulled out a few tissues.

“Have you had any shots? Blow your nose into this and we’re done with that—” Deuce ordered softly, holding the tissues over your nose firmly as you followed his instructions.

“Nnn—I don’t know? I think so?” You whined, ears popping as your nose itched, now free of any leftover blood. Deuce winced and tossed the tissues away, wiping your face clean one last time. You rubbed your nose, wrinkling it with a grimace as the sensation faded. “…thanks.” You mumbled, still unsure about what you’re supposed to do.

You certainly couldn’t run. Where would you go? The ship had left port a few minutes ago and until that point you'd been carried or had a hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t call for help, the fight with Fire Fist was loud enough that anyone who could hear would have already shown up. And you definitely couldn’t fight.

Deuce smiled softly, patting your head.

“That’s alright, kid. We can figure out the rest later.” He reassured you. “What do you like to do? We’ve got a lot of stuff on the Moby Dick for all sorts of hobbies. And plenty of people willing to teach you if you don’t know how to do them.” He kneeled down so he was looking up at you, no longer towering over you despite sitting on an exam table.

You swallowed hard, wringing your shirt in uncertainty.

“I-I’m a marine? I don’t got time for hobbies. I clean or I train or I go on patrols.” You explained lamely. You’d seen some marines do things in their downtime. Like knit or read. Some gambled. But you’d always been kept busy and unable to really get to know the others on any base you were stationed at.

Deuce’s expression fell, Pheonix keeping his gaze fixed on the clipboard in his hands—but he gripped it hard enough you could hear the whine of the board under stress. Deuce cleared his throat, smile returning.

“Well! I guess that just means you get to try everything! You’re too young for any serious training.” Deuce explained cheerfully, tapping your nose.

“Bring-ring. Bring-ring. Bring-clack!” your snail called out as you scrambled to answer quickly, pulling him free from your pocket.

“H-Hello! E—”

“Where are you?! Ensign Williams was found passed out in the marketplace! It was supposed to be a simple patrol—you can’t just go running off because you feel like it!” Someone you think you recognized as the base captain’s assistant shrieked, tears pricking your eyes as you cleared your throat.

“U-Uhm… we were on patrol when my partner and I got orders to confront Fire Fist and to run if he was accompanied by another Whitebeard Pirate. W-Williams was beaten and… the Pheonix took me?” You mumbled, face red as you refused to look up.

“What?! Who the fuck gave that order—Never mind! You need to return to base immediately for punitive assignment, ensign!” You sniffed, tears falling as you impulsively choked out a strained cry,

“How?!” you sobbed anxiously as the snail was plucked from your hands. Through foggy glasses, you saw it was Pheonix but his expression was blurred.

“No.” Pheonix stated simply, his voice hard as you rubbed your eyes. “They won’t be returning, period. So, consider this their resignation.” Your chest tightened while Deuce rubbed your back, whispering into your ear.

“Easy, kid. You’re not in trouble—we won’t let them have you back, I promise.”

“But I gotta!” You whined, Deuce tutting as he pulled down your hands to wipe your face with the rag.

“No, no, no, you really don’t. It’s not your fault, alright?”

“ON WHO’S ORDERS?!” the vaguely familiar voice screeched.

“Ours.” There was a crunch of metal and a hand gently opened your palm. The snail’s firm weight notably lighter. You pulled back from Deuce’s attempt to clean your face, clumsily putting your glasses back to look.

The snail, a pleasant crème color, was missing his standard issue shell. Visibly shaking from either fright or a chill.

“O-Oh no, Cream, you’re naked!” You cried in despair, Deuce choking out a laugh. You jerked, remembering suddenly that you weren’t allowed to name the snails or get attached.

Pheonix kneeled down and stroked your cheek fondly. That familiar sensation of bated breath and birdsong in your chest almost reassuring in it’s intensity.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got some spare shells in storage. None that let you make calls though.” He reassured you as you placed your hand over Cream’s naked back. He looked a little relieved, ducking his head as much as he could in the small space you provided. “Think you can clean up the rest on your own? Ace should have found spare clothes by now.”

You sniffled.

“I-I have to wear a uniform though…” You objected. “It’s mine.”

Just about the only thing you did own, actually, besides pet treats. Even Cream was actually the base’s snail.

Pheonix’s expression twisted again into something sad and deeply troubled as he glanced over your uniform.

“Well… I doubt we can take off the letters, so the hat has to go… but you can keep this. How does that sound? We’ll get you new clothes soon.” Pheonix reassured you while gently tugging the blue fabric free from your shirt collar. He moved your hand and placed it over Cream with a soft smile.

You ducked your head shyly.

“…alright.”

Fire Fist trampled into the room with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

“Found it! A little big but these should fit just fine!” Fire Fist declared as he handed you the bundle, wrinkling his nose at the very naked Cream. “Uh, why’s the snail naked?”

Cream ducked under the blue fabric, skin turning a soft pink hue.

“Hey! Don’t be mean, he’s shy!” you protested before thinking better of it, though rather than take offense, Fire Fist held up his hands and laughed.

“Sorry, sorry! I just never see these guys without a shell—what happened?”

“Run along now, baby bird. Deuce will show you where to clean up while we help fit… Cream with a new shell.” Pheonix helped you off the table and picked up Cream with a slightly embarrassed look. Fire Fist almost asked again, it was clear on his face, but Pheonix glared and it was dropped. Deuce gently pushing you out of the room and towards a private bathroom.

“Take your time, alright kiddo?” Deuce told you softly as he closed the door, letting you have privacy. It was a modest bathroom and you took full advantage. Having the chance to take your time not something you’ve been afforded for a while since the bases have shared bathing areas and your partners were rarely patient enough to wait for long.

It felt weird not getting dressed in a clean uniform. The old one ripped up and dirtied from the marketplace. Your alternative a baggy white shirt with Whitebeard’s jolly roger and shorts that tied at the waist. You looked at the blue neckerchief that Pheonix was allowing you to keep, considering where to where it. The shirt didn’t have a collar to tie it around. Your wrists were too thin unless you wrapped your forearm. It was thankfully clean despite your bloodied nose.

After a long moment, you looked at the mirror.

You looked tired. Eyes red from crying behind your broken glasses but otherwise clean.

It felt wrong to wear this anywhere but your neck.

Decisively, you tied it around your neck like a bandana, pleased to find that you could pull it up over your chin easily. It wasn’t too tight or loose, the weight reassuring in the absence of the layered uniform collar.

Sadly, you folded up your old uniform and held it to your chest. Standing before the door as your heart raced. You weren’t sure why they decided to take you with them and the sudden change in routine was frightening—something you reluctantly admitted to yourself as you stared at the bathroom door.

They were nice but… if you could, you’d go back to the base right that minute. Even if it meant being given chores as punishment for ‘running away’. At least you knew what to expect on base. This pirate ship was a whole new situation though.

There was a yip from the other side of the door and nails scratching the wood.

“Hey! Don’t rush them, Stefan! Let the poor kid take their time.” Fire Fist chastised Stefan softly, a low whine echoing with a few, last petulant drags of nails on wood.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, still clinging to your old uniform with your eyes fixed to the floor.

“…hi.”

There was a shift of fabric and boots as suddenly Fire Fist squatted down low with a soft smile.

“Hey, kiddo. You alright? Nice bandana, it looks good on you.” He remarked, an almost understanding look in his eyes. Your chest ached and you shook your head before thinking better of it.

“I-I wanna go back. I-I’m going to be in so much trouble…” You whimpered thickly, tears quick to flood your cheeks. There was a flash of a grimace on Fire Fist’s face as he scooped you up, Stefan managing a single lick to your shin.

Fire Fist felt warm and bubbly. A soothing heat like a sun bathed rock on a beach that hugged you close. Hand brushing over your back.

“No, you’re not, c’mon now, no more tears. You can’t be crying into your food—the chef didn’t put teary stew on the menu! It’s not Thatch’s cooking but it’s still pretty good.” Fire Fist soothed you with a soft bounce to his step. “If this is about that uniform, I promise we’ll get you something way better soon! Haven’t you ever wanted to wear something else? Anything else? Whatever you want, you can have, I promise! Cheer up!”

Even through your tears you could smell the thick scent of dinner as a soft voice piped up behind you.

“They’re going to need some time to adjust, Ace. I know it’s hard to see them like this, but you have to let them let it all out. It’s like when you first came on board. Eventually you tired out from it… eventually.” Fire Fist’s grimace was clear despite the haze on your broken lenses. Cheeks pink as he blushed, holding you closer with a sheepish expression. “Think I can take those old clothes now, baby bird?” Pheonix asked softly, tapping the folded pile in your arms.

You felt your lips wobble as you held it tighter to your chest. A sob startled from you as Fire Fist bounced you to get your attention.

“Hey, looks like he wants to trade.” Fire Fist pointed out, jerking his chin towards Pheonix’s other hand. Cream sat in his curled palm, a sea green shell settled on his back. He looked far more comfortable now than he did before, his small arms wiggling towards you as he considered you with some worry.

After a long moment, you relaxed your grip, allowing Pheonix to take your old uniform and trade for Cream.

“…thank you. His new shell looks nice.” You whispered, holding Cream close as he tried to brush away your tears with a soft hum. You curled into Fire Fist’s arm, head tucked under his chin as you couldn’t help a weak sniffle.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s get you two something to eat. We’ll be arriving at the main flagship pretty late.” Pheonix advised as you glanced up at him. He smiled, cupping your face to swipe away a tear with more success than Cream had.

You wanted to reiterate how deeply in trouble you already were but all that you could say was a meek response.

“…okay.”

Pheonix handed off the clothes to Deuce and walked with Fire Fist towards the eating area.

“You’ll like it here with us eventually. Everyone loves it when we get a new baby on board.”

“Oi!” Fire Fist protested sharply. Pheonix grinned sharply, eyes narrowing at Fire Fist.

“Don’t get jealous~ you’re still a baby in Oyaji’s eyes.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

Small nubby arms tapped your chin as Cream tucked himself close to your neck with a reassuring murmur.

Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. If everyone is like them. Even if they’re pirates.

#one piece #platonic yandere #oh sweet child of mine #how our seeds grow #marco the pheonix #fire fist ace #child reader #gender neutral reader

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creedslove · 1 year

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BETRAYED - CHAPTER SEVEN (SPECIAL EDITION)

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: angst, age gap, established friendship, unrequited love/one sided feelings, a little bit of fluff

A/N: PLEASE ATTENTION

As I said in a previous post, I had two plot lines to follow in this story and I couldn't make up my mind which one would be better. I asked help from a friend and though she helped me choose, I just wasn't feeling the story so I decided to write the two versions and let you all decide which one you prefer. The thing is, I woke up feeling exhausted and in a bad mood, I wanted to write to help me process my feelings but it turned out pure shit but I don't have enough energy to try and write it better, so you all get ready because this is not my best work.

Basically, you will read two drabbles that will take the story to different turns and at the end all you have to do is vote :D

A/N part 2: I still can't manually tag people on the works because I use the app and it won't let me do it, that's why I don't have a tag list at all!

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FIRST VERSION

After Pedro made sure Liev had left your house for good and locked all the doors just in case, you finally allowed yourself to cry. You felt such a turmoil of feelings within and it all clawed your throat, making it almost impossible to breathe. You hugged yourself as you sat down heavily onto the couch, trying to process what had happened.

You shook your head, your eyes closed shut as you wanted to undo things. If you could turn back in time, you'd do things so differently.

Pedro returned to the living room, immediately rushing to you and wrapping his arms around your body. He had washed his face and now the blood had been wiped off, you could see his face hadn't been damaged apart from a darkening bruise under his eye. He rubbed your back in a comforting way, lifting your chin up and staring into your eyes with worry.

"It's alright, cariño, things will be fine" he tried reassuring you, his hand finding yours and holding it tight. "I'll make sure you're safe, princesa"

"Nothing will be fine, Pedro. Don't you fucking understand it? You ruined everything once again!" You couldn't control yourself and simply shouted at him, letting all the anger and confusion slip out of your tongue, even if you weren't sure if he was guilty or not. Surely he was, but it wasn't just about that, and you knew it. You were lost and you had nowhere to turn.

He frowned and bit his lips, clearing his throat "Y/N, I know you're scared and confused about everything that happened, but I'm here for you, he won't bother you again" he assured you but you were unable to hold back things any longer.

"It is not all about you, Pedro. I know you got your head far up in your ass now that you are such a big star and how your ego is all the time well-fed by all the attention you got from the world, but not every single thing that goes on in my life is about you, Pedro. I had made things clear, I had told you I didn't want you, and you came here, you made that scene in front of Liev and now he hates me!" You said angrily.

"Are you telling me that after he threatened to beat you up, you're worried about him? Worried about his reaction? You told me you weren't even his girlfriend, why is it so important to you?" He asked angrily at how weird you were acting.

You bit your lips, trying to hold the news but you couldn't any longer. You had to let it out, your heart ached for some kind of comfort, some relief after keeping such a secret. Blinking away your tears, you looked at him.

"Because I'm pregnant, Pedro!!!" You raised your voice once more.

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Pedro felt as if time had stopped for a moment. He had heard your words, he had comprehended them, but it still didn't feel real. He tried processing it several times, but it didn't seem true to him. He was silent for a couple of minutes, and didn't dare say anything at first.

He noticed his mouth was dry and you sort of waited for an answer. He scratched the back of his neck and carefully chose his words.

"I'm guessing the baby's Liev's… and that was what that dinner was about, correct?" He saw you nodding and continued "and I assume it wasn't planned…"

You finally gathered some courage to speak and nodded "of course it wasn't, but I got sick about a month ago, got some really strong antibiotics and somehow they messed up with the effect of my birth control" you cried "and now you fucked up everything because he walked on us and of course he will never believe the baby is his. I mean, I don't even know if I'll keep the baby in the first place but still, I don't expect you to understand, you never wanted a family of your own-" you stopped yourself, realizing you were snapping at him, remembering how delicate the subject had been to him the time you had your argument. You swallowed hard and sighed "all I'm trying to say is that I don't know what to do, I'm lost and alone"

Pedro immediately softened up, he completely ignored some of your harsh words and sat closer to you. He kissed your temple and rubbed your arms

"You're not alone, Y/N" he said gently "I get that you are terrified, especially after Liev's reaction, I think you should follow your heart and decide what to do with the baby, I'll support you, but if you decide to keep it, I'll be by your side as a friend…" he said and felt his heart burning in his chest at the mere thought of all the dreams he's had about you and him having a family together, the ones he always thought that would never come true, but now, destiny being a bitch, seemed to offer him on a silver plate.

"... Or I can be by your side as the father, for the two of you" he gently placed his hand on your stomach, leaving you speechless.

SECOND VERSION

You looked at Pedro while he focused on the drive home, you were tightening your jaw, still unbelievably pissed at everything that happened. That happened because of him, by the way.

The way Liev stormed out of your home after punching Pedro a couple of times when he walked on you two. You hated yourself for not resisting him, but how could you? Yes, he was a dick, he had broken your heart but he had showered you in all those stupid love words, which you never believed in, but when he shot you those puppy eyes and you felt your body against his, it was so damn impossible to fight back. If you concentrated hard enough, you could still feel parts of your body tingling, a longing sensation on your lower stomach, the warmth and that funny pressure on your core. Pedro was addictive and you were afraid of letting yourself go.

If such a scene hadn't happened, you could've just told him to go home, and preferably reminded him to never come back into your life, but after how violent things got with Liev, you agreed maybe it would be safer to spend the night at Pedro's.

You weren't in love with Liev but you two were having a pretty nice affair, it was satisfying on both ends and you guys were having fun. If once again, weren't for Pedro's intermission, you would've had some nice dinner and would end up in bed. Of course, you could also end up in Pedro's bed, but no matter how much your physical side ached for it, you wouldn't give in, he was still the same guy who left you in the middle of a party to go home by yourself so he could have his way with some skank. And he was still the same guy who got you going in a makeout session that earned you the end of your affair and a threat.

But then, you looked at Pedro, the way he drove focused, though you could see his face already bruising. Even if he'd cleaned up the blood, you knew that wouldn't look very good in the morning.

"C-can we stop?" You asked him, breaking the silence as you pointed at the drive-thru burger place just a few meters away.

He raised his eyebrow, letting a small groan of pain "really? Are you hungry, Y/N?" He asked and you groaned in response, not caring at all

"You ruined my dinner, it's the least you can do" you gritted your teeth, though you didn't want to admit the whole reason why you wanted to make that stop wasn't the burger nor the fries, you were actually thinking of the extra portion of ice you ordered. And as soon as you got it, you got your jacket out, poured the ice on your sleeve and made a very lame ice pad, but it was the only thing you could do. You gently placed it on Pedro's face, listening to his ounce of pain and couldn't help but let out a chuckle, which didn't go unnoticed by the man.

"What's so funny?" He asked, feeling a little annoyed.

"You sound just like a kid, come on Pedrito, you're stronger than that" you couldn't help yourself but let out another chuckle and feel surprise to see him smiling as well.

"You're right, mariposa, I should take it like a man, just like I did to protect you and I would do it a hundred times more" he extended his arm and took some stranded hair off your face. The man went serious again and looked at you "I'm sorry, I really am. I know I fucked things up for you, I couldn't control myself when I found your little card, it moved me, it made me believe you still had feelings for me, but I don't regret doing what I did, as I will have another thing to cherish about you for the rest of my life, and that at least we know that guy isn't good enough for you" he honestly said it.

"I mean, I know you think I'm not good for you either, but now you can see you deserve better, princesa" he said and leaned in, kissing your lips one last time again. He gently took your hands off his face and started the car, driving home.

You spent the rest of the trip quiet, your heart tightening in your chest as you replayed this last moment with you, there were so many things you wanted to tell him, so many times you wished you'd just think to hell with everything else and surrender to your passion, but you stopped yourself. You had to be strong.

You trusted your gut, and it always told you to be wary of Pedro, things had never been easy between the two of you, why would it start being easy now?

You knew you'd taken the correct decision when you both got inside and you found the skank from the gala sitting on his couch. She didn't look that great without her attire and scandalous makeup on, but you could see the appeal why a man would want her.

You immediately went serious and stared at Pedro, who seemed confused as well.

"Well, you never called, never replied to my texts, so I had to come over, Pedro," the woman said before either of you could do it.

"Listen, Melissa, we don't have anything going on, it was a one time thing, and it's over…" he stopped mid sentence the moment Melissa got up and took off her coat.

Her round bump was visible thanks to the very tight sweater she was wearing.

"Oh yeah? Well, you should've thought of that before using me as a cum dumpster, Pedro, because I'm pregnant"

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A/N: now it's your turn to choose: which plot do you want in the story? As the rest will be written accordingly.

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cositapreciosa · 11 months

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You & Me

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (murder/dead body, nothing graphic tho, ptsd? hardships and hard time, vibes are Gilly's veteran's storyline in the show) the usual for the show, 2307 words

a/n : as DJ Khaled once said : another one. You & Me is a Yelawolf song that slaps so

A follow up of this one can be read part 1.2 here and part 2 here !

Tagging the people I won't stop bothering about this new blorbo obsession @narcolini @drabbles-mc

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)

You hadn’t seen him in months, not before you had seen him again at Jacob's birthday party at least, it had been weeks since then. You knew he wouldn’t be mad that you came knocking, found his address the only way you knew how, like the good old days. You were always closest to him, throughout it all, recruits, being shipped out, Mosul, coming back in pieces after everything. You had tried to stay close with them at the beginning, fix the pieces of the puzzle, go to those forced mental-health meetings the army thought were necessary, birthdays or nights out on the town. Even so, it always felt like too much. Too much noise, too many people, too many questions about everything that kept you awake at night. Too many pieces that couldn’t be put back like the others could. You just couldn’t see them as much after that, after you had realized they reminded you every day about what was wrong with you, what you couldn’t fix. You had missed him, of course, oh so much, but every time you stayed too long it felt like you were dragging them all down with you.

You knock on the door, knuckles on the paint. You know it is probably a bad thing, coming unannounced in the middle of the night, but you can’t seem to care. Before you could realize it, you had driven your car to his street, slowing down to read the numbers on the door, finally stopping in front of it. It’s a quaint building, with a nice white door, windows on each side. It didn’t look how you had imagined it and you had, so many times, wished to leave whatever shit show you had gotten yourself into this time. Run back to him. You don’t understand how you managed to escape one hell, only to get yourself trapped in another so quickly. So many hours spent training, fighting for your life, only to fall for a goddamn-

He opens the door, chain pulling between the frames. The porch is dark, barely lit, but you can see the surprise on his face, the confusion as your name falls from his lips. Guilt builds in your chest, panic clawing at your throat.

‘’ Hey, Gil. ‘’

It’s all you can manage, a small smile tugging at your lips, a peace offering. You know you don’t have to explain, that he understands, clearly you are not showing up this late for a beer and a chat. He moves behind the opened door, probably tucking in his waistband whatever gun he had snatched on his way to investigate the noise. He tugs the chain off, opening the door wider this time. You can see him looking around the street, ensuring it is only you and him. You feel like you can’t breathe like you are doing something you shouldn’t, even though you know this is precisely what you should be doing.

‘’ Are you alright? How did you get my… ‘’ You can hear the concern in his voice, see the confusion on his face as he trails off. His beard is shorter than the last time you had seen him, trimmed around the edges. You probably woke him up, you realize.

‘’ Are you doubting my skills now, ranger? ‘’

You want it to sound like a joke, you really do, but it lands flat, your voice is hoarse, tired, adrenaline wearing off. If he noticed it, he doesn’t tell you. He is not pushing you away, yet, and tonight, for the first time, you feel like you can really let your guard down. You take a deep breath, a shaky one, a sad one.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you. ‘’ Your voice is small, vulnerable. ‘’ I- ‘’

I need your help. It hurts to say it, to even think about it, and you can’t get the words out. They get stuck in your throat with all the sorry’s you owe him, the apologies you never gave him. His eyes are soft on you, deep brown eyes that always made you feel at home. That is when he notices it, the blood on your bottom lip, a straight cut, already swollen and purple where the fist had hit. His shoulders push back, finally awake, and you know he is ready to fight. You can tell his arms are tensing underneath his shirt, you can see how hard his gaze has become.

‘’ Who did this to you? ‘’

He takes a step towards you, towering over you, his hand moving your jaw to the side to try and see it better in the low light.

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You sigh. ‘’, but I need a favour. A big one, Gil. ‘’

You hesitate to tell him, to ask him to do this with you, for you. You know what he has been doing since he got back, joining the not-so-legal motorcycle club. Something about it being the closest it felt to being back in the field. It had been your lives for so long, breathing it, fighting for it, day and night, every second of it.

‘’ Tell me. ‘’

You can smell the detergent from his clothes, taste on your tongue what is left of the cigarette he had before bed. His hand is warm against your cheek, a nice contrast from the cold night. His thumb is caressing beneath your jaw, where the skin hasn’t bruised yet, and you can’t recall the last time you had been touched like this, slow, meaningful. You had missed this, him.

You take a quick look in the dark living room, past his shoulder, maybe he is not alone like you originally thought. You know Rae and Jacob haven’t been staying at their home lately, and Paul had told you that she had stayed a couple of nights at Gil’s. They must still be in the house when he gently presses you a few steps back, closing the door behind him. You really want to believe that it’s because of them, that he does this to keep their minds at ease, not to worry them about what mess you got yourself into this time. You don’t want to believe it might be because of someone else, that maybe he has someone now, someone he didn’t tell you about. He speaks again, gently coaxing it out of you.

‘’ You’re good, I got you. Tell me. ‘’

‘’ I took care of it, ‘’ You continue. Of him. ‘’ He’s in the trunk. ‘’

‘’ He’s in the what, now? ‘’

His hand falls from your jaw, landing in a strong grip where your neck meets the shoulder. It is not meant to hurt, and it doesn’t, you know it is mostly to keep you here, keep you from running away like you usually do. You know he would never let you deal with this on your own, you can’t turn around now, you have to face this.

‘’ I put him in the- ‘’

‘’ The trunk, yeah, I got that. ‘’

You swallow, and it doesn’t feel natural, like your muscles are clenching too hard to make the action happen. You bring a gentle hand to his forearm, taking in the heat that immediately covers your fingertips, the softness of the black shirt under your palm. You look back at him.

‘’ He deserved it, I swear. Gil, I- ‘’ Fuck.

You know there are tears in your eyes, you can’t help it. This whole thing makes you feel like a child, like you just got back from Iraq. You had always been able to be vulnerable with him, he would listen and listen until you had nothing to say anymore, nothing left to cry. A warm hand on your back, fingers in your hair.

‘’ Hey. I’ll take care of this. I know he did. ‘’

You know he doesn’t get it today, he couldn’t possibly, but you let him say it, let it justify your action, the blood that is still drying under your nails.

‘’ Let me make a few calls, okay? ‘’

You nod. You trust him, utterly and completely, with your safety, your life.

And so the both of you wait, seated shoulder to shoulder on the stairs of his porch. Gil's hand is warm on your knee, caressing the skin that peeks out of your distressed jeans. He wants you to stop bouncing your leg, you know it, it has always bothered him, how your stress showed up in micro-movements. You're making me nervous, ranger.

They come for your car fifteen minutes later, all leather cuts, no motorcycles and a single van. Coco, he tells you his name as he asks for your car keys. When you give it to him with a shaking hand, he tells you that everything is going to be fine, they'll take care of it. You believe him, you believe him because you trust Gil and he trusts them, but still, it feels like you are imposing, even when you know they have probably done this many times before.

Coco looks at Gil, a silent conversation you are not a part of, he notices his hand on your thigh, your busted lip.

‘’ We’re taking care of this, cariño. You're safe now. ‘’ Coco tells you.

You want to believe him, you really do. They leave after that, one car following the other, your secret with them. Yours and Gil's and theirs.

‘’ Don’t make a habit of this. ‘’

Gil’s eyes are back on you. He is joking, and it's funny, you laugh, but it doesn't come out like you want, choked in the throat.

‘’ I'm sorry, Gil. I know we haven't been talking much lately. I- ’’

He stops you, a large hand pressing the skin of your thigh.

‘’ Stop it. Whatever you need, you call, I'll answer. ‘’

You sigh and you allow your head to fall to his shoulder. You can’t remember the last time you had been this close, but it feels like you never left, a random night in a world where none of this would have happened. You thank him because there are no other words to make this right. You want to tell him that you owe him, that you will repent until this debt is paid, until he says you did enough to earn it back. His nose is in your hair and you can feel his chest move up and down with every breath. It had never been about that with him, he always took what you gave, broken pieces, burning ashes, wrapping it all up and giving it back to you fixed. You don’t remember when you started crying, silently sobbing against his arm, but he doesn’t mention it. He holds you, caressing your back with a hand, bringing you closer with the other one.

‘’ Stay with me tonight. ‘’ He whispers in your hair, ‘’ I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t. ‘’

That makes you cry harder. Deep inside of you, something is being fixed, an old war wound that had been buried for so long. I will, you tell him, just for tonight.

He doesn’t believe you, he knows you will get up from the bed the second he falls asleep, take your car that now smells like bleach and citrus, and ride out into the morning, away from him once again. When he rolls to your side of the bed in the morning, finding it cold and empty, he knew he was right. He was used to it, of course, a weird, silent arrangement between you two, that you would never be able to stay put for too long, but today, it hurts, pains him in a way it had never before.

‘’ ‘morning. ‘’

You pass the bathroom door that connects directly to his bedroom. Your hair is still damp from the shower, wearing a new set of his clothes on your back. He doesn’t say it back, he can’t, not when he suddenly doesn’t remember how to breathe, not when he can’t believe you actually stayed the night this time. You are here, and he is staring, he can’t look away.

‘’ I hope I didn’t wake you up. ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I just really wanted a shower, and then I heard Jacob in the kitchen, I… ‘’

You stop then, and he can tell that you have realized too, what he is thinking, why his eyes can leave your form. You try to speak again and explain, anything, but it doesn’t come out. Maybe there is no reason why today you chose to stay, out of all the others you could have. He can hear Rae in the living room, the sound of pans and the french toast that is being cooked in the kitchen. You silently walk to his side of the bed, offering him your hand. You smell like his soap and fresh coffee. He takes a deep breath as he reaches up for your palm, fingers lacing with your own as you finally swallow the lump in your throat.

‘’ Just for today then, yeah? ‘’

Your eyes are soft when he looks up, your smile meeting his own, already bright, unable to stop it from hurting his cheeks. Of course, he says, just for today. As many as you would like.

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namorswifeyyy · 8 months

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Part 2 as promised

WORTH THE RISK PT 2

Blue Jones x Reader

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Summary: You and Blue have been in a secret relationship for a while, and every moment spent with each other is precious time. But, you feel as if he could be hiding something.

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Tags/Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT | mostly NSFW, oral (f receiving) teasing, praise kink, spanking, choking, unprotected piv, voyerism if you squint, once again just Blue being a naughty man, slight aggressiveness, also Blue being possessive, with a tad bit of angst and conflict | DISCLAIMER: Obviously I don't condone this character's actions, this is just simply a headcanon turned fanfic. Read at your own risk.

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Every time. You and Blue have a moment together, and that time gets cut off real short. "When will he ever have more time for me?" You thought to yourself.

He's always so busy. Running his club, performing, having meetings with people, making sure you and the girls are doing their job, you name it. Even if he tries to have time for you, why is it so rare?

It almost feels pointless to keep this relationship a secret, let alone be in one at all. Yet, you keep crawling back him. And why? Doesn't matter if he's crazy. Doesn't matter if you feel like he's being secretive. You want him. Even if he isn't the one for you, you want him, badly.

You exit your dressing room, all dressed up. Wondering where Blue went. Around the corner of the hall, you see him talking to a man you never seen before. "Should I eavesdrop?" You thought. But then you decided it's probably not worth it. You wanted to show him he can trust you while he promises the same for you in return.

"You sound insane, Mr. Jones. Do you realize that? There's something about you and that girl that bothers me. I don't know what it is but you're getting awful close with her and I don't like it." The suited man says to Blue.

Blue looks appalled. "Calling me insane? Because I'm in love? That shouldn't even matter to you!" Blue responds, voice shaken by anger.

The suited man scoffs. "That's not even the case here! You done some major damage last time I seen you. You're a fucking psycho. You make me sick, Jones. I'm worried you're gonna hurt her like you have with every other girl you come in contact with."

Blue crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. "I'm not the same as I once was sir. You know this. I love her. And I would never do anything like that to her. Sorry to say, but there is an audience out there and I have to keep the show running for tonight. So if you'll excuse me, I'll be going now. We'll talk more later."

"Don't fuck up like you did last time. Prove that you genuinely love her, because I know you got a history of using women. I'll be watching you, Jones."

The suited man walks away from Blue. He sighs. "He just doesn't get it." Blue thinks to himself. But now that he had that conversation, did he just reveal the secret?

You walk away from them, tuning out what they been saying and out into the stage area. Seeing the audience watching the girls perform, and there's you. Just watching the sidelines. You felt knots in your stomach.

The anxiety, the pressure, it's all too much to bare. Then another thought occurs. "Would Blue be mad if I didn't go up there?"

But you had to go up there anyway. The people are waiting for you. And you want to make everyone around you happy. Even if you have to sacrifice your own comfort. You watch as Blue walks onto the stage, grabbing the microphone.

"Alright everyone! It's time to give it up for our last act For tonight!" He announces. Blue looks over at you in the crowd, He motions his fingers to call you over.

Everyone focuses their eyes on you, watching you walk up towards the stage. The nervousness eating you alive.

"Meet up with me later in my office." He whispers in your ear before he walks off. Everyone starts chattering after that short interaction he had with you on the stage.

You nodded yes then shifted your focus to the audience. They go quiet after the spotlight shines on you. As soon as the music starts playing, you give off your best dance performance. Everyone is cheering, enjoying what they're seeing. As long as you get a positive reaction from the audience, performing won't be as bad as you have already anticipated tonight.

When you finish your performance and the music stops, you hear everyone cheering and clapping for you. You wave bye at the audience and quickly exit the stage. Thank goodness you were the last one up.

After some time, the building gets quiet. Everyone probably went home by now. It's late at night, and you were finding Blue's office. He did tell you to meet him there after all.

You knock on the door. Blue gets up from where he is seated and opens the door to see you. "Come in, love." He says.

You walk into his office as he closes the door behind you two. "I know you were nervous to go up there. But do you know how well you did? How everyone loved you up there? You did great. I just thought I'd tell you." Blue praises.

He holds your hands and places a kiss on them.

"You sure? I was really scared to go up there." You asked. You look away from him, sighing deeply.

Despite Blue's praises, you didn't feel like you did well. Even if the audience loved what they were seeing, it didn't matter to you. In fact, the show isn't even what you're worried about right now.

"You know I'm right, love. You were amazing." Blue responds. You look back into his eyes again.

"I wanna talk about two things. One, who was that man you were talking to in the hallway? And two, is our moments with each other always gonna be cut short? And answer honestly."

"Well the guy I was talking to was a guest here. He used to work with me and came in tonight to see how my club is holding up. Nothing too serious. He asked me about you, even. Asking me why you and I are so close." He answers. He knows he can't tell you about the actual conversation he was having with that man. He made a promise.

You cross your arms, furrowing an eyebrow. "And why is that any of his business?" You ask, seemingly annoyed.

Blue sighs. "I don't even know actually. I couldn't even tell him for the sake of our secret. What matters is that we're all alone now."

He softly caresses your face with his hand, brushing your cheek with his thumb. "You know I'll always be by your side. No matter what happens. You're mine. Secret or not." He consoles.

"Promise me one thing?" You ask, looking into those beautiful dark brown eyes of his.

"Of course, darlin'. What is it?"

"Promise not to put me on the spot like you have tonight? I know I'm a performer but I felt so anxious and I saw that everyone started to probably talk about what you said to me on stage." You tell him.

Blue kisses you before he answers. "You're right, honey." He sighs. "I should've thought about that. I promise you. I'll keep my word. But now that everyone is gone, it's just you and me. No one to worry about."

"That's my Blue." You said, smiling cutely. You go in for another kiss, but longer this time.

His touch felt so addictive. And you finally have more than just a minute with him. What you both been needing for so long. You feel his hands roam across your body, pulling you in closer.

"Wanna continue where we left off from earlier?" Blue asks as he pulls away from the kiss, with slightly labored breathing.

"Please." You say. So glad he didn't forget. Blue smirks as he picks you up and lays you down on the desk. You bite your lip, eyeing him up and down. What is he even gonna do to you?

"Just relax and let me do all the work, love." He coos. You nodded in response. You feel his fingers drag across your body, as if he couldn't keep his hands off you.

You felt his touch on your inner thigh, fingers wandering, going underneath your skirt. Your face felt hot, you gasp at the sudden touch. And he hasn't even done much yet.

His thumb rubs against your clit, through the fabric of your panties. Small, circular motions. Enough to make you beg for him. You try to fight the urge to close your legs, rubbing them together.

"I barely touched you and you're already squirming? No, no, baby. I need you to stay still and keep your legs open for me. Got it?"

You nod your head, keeping your legs spread apart for him. Soon enough, you start to feel wet down there.

He immediately takes notice. "Already so wet, aren't you?"

You couldn't even answer. All you could do is whine in desperation. You see him smirk.

Blue hooks his finger under the side of your panties and pulls them off, placing them on the side of the desk. He slides two fingers in between your wet folds. Feeling the wet slick all over your horny pussy. Then slowly pushing them in and out inside your hole. You gasp. He keeps turning you on more and more by the second. The more you moan for him, he pumps his fingers inside you faster. Watching you melt underneath him.

This is a feeling of pure ecstasy. But you want more. You can only imagine the lewd thoughts inside Blue's head. How from looking at him, he wants to ruin you.

He takes his fingers out of your wet and needy cunt. Licking off the juices coating them. "I need to taste more of you."

Blue takes off his coat and throws it to the side of the room. He unbuttons his shirt before leaning down towards you again. His tongue touches your clit, making you tremble. But he doesn't stop there. He puts his fingers back inside you, pumping them in and out while he licks and sucks your swollen clit like a starved man. Feeling him hum into your desperate, needy pussy as he's eating you out. Making your moans and cries only louder.

"Please, Blue!! Please.." You plead. You want to push his head away but couldn't. It felt too fucking good.

"Please what, love?" He asks in between licks.

"Please...just fuck me." You answer.

Blue takes his fingers out of you and gets up. "Well you're in luck. Because I been wanting to fuck you, so damn badly."

You watch as he removes his belt, then unzip his pants. As both his pants and boxers drop to the floor, you see his hard, throbbing cock.

Stroking it up and down, waiting to finally pound it into you. "You want it?" He asks. You nod your head yes. "Please. I need you so bad, Blue." You answer.

"I know you do, that's my girl. Can you turn around for me, baby? I wanna see you bent over for me." He asks.

You turn around the other way on Blue's desk, facing the chair. Arching your back just enough. Blue puts his hand on your rear, caressing it. Then you hear a loud smack. The sting his hand left. The gasp that escaped your mouth.

Then you feel his hard length against your entrance, sliding it in. He growls with pleasure, craving this feeling all day.

His thrusts start slow, only building up more and more after every whimper, moan, and cry you make. The whole room fills up with sounds of pure, primal fucking.

You feel Blue's hand reach for your neck, pressing against your throat. Even holding you against his body as he's pounding into you.

"I don't care if anyone hears us. If anyone sees us. You're fucking mine, alright? No one else can have you!" He speaks softly into your ear. You can barely even speak back. All you can do to respond is with "uh-huh" while you're being fucked senseless. His hand wrapped around your throat, making it harder to breathe as you're gasping with every thrust.

How it felt too good. How you can't think of anything but just being his naughty girl. His naughty girl he loves to play with.

Blue lets go of his grip on your neck and and spanks your rear once more. Smack after smack, thrust after thrust, you feel like you're getting close to the brink of orgasm.

Squeezing around his cock, making Blue moan at how tight you feel. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!" He groans. Oh how this man just keeps driving you wild. "I want you to.." you whine.

You feel like your body is about to give out, but it doesn't matter. It all feels so worth it.

As you both are getting more and more closer to finishing, Blue grips onto your hair and pulls on it ever so slightly. He growls as he releases into you. Giving a few last sloppy, hard thrusts, making you whimper and cry at how good he's making you feel. Getting you to cum on his cum covered cock.

Blue pulls out, both of you try to catch your breath. "That's my good fucking girl. You did so well for me."

You turn to face him. Blue cups your cheek with his hand and gives you a kiss. "You're all I ever want, all I ever need. You're mine." He says.

"I'm all yours." You tell him.

You both kiss one last time before getting dressed. However, one thought just can't leave your mind. Is Blue keeping a secret from you? And if so, is it a sinister one? Who even knows?

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I tagged 139 of my posts in 2022

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1,026 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

today we celebrate Esther for being nasty hot and sleeping with the right dude. thank u for risking your sugar daddy and also your life. from the bottom of my heart, you fucking rock. now, please join me in doing a shot in her honor.

1,178 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

sorry not sorry but murderbot dropping ‘i was going to kill all humans until i saw sanctuary moon and then i decided i’d rather watch that instead’ on the sanctuary moon team like a space future atom bomb is exquisite.

assistant sound director going home like ‘yeah your other son might be a doctor but guess who stopped a mass murder?’ a couple lead actors developing even worse diva/god complexes than they already had. the insane stress on the production team ‘if we don’t get the next season out when we promised it might snap and kill thousands of innocent people. it probably won’t. but it might.’ the overwhelming preening desire to work it into ad campaigns, acceptance speeches, casual brunches, etc, balanced out by marketing weeping ‘people do not like SecUnits! we can NOT advertise ourselves as the preferred serial for serial killers!’ crossed with that one extremely paranoid dude in accounting going ‘shutupshutup it can and will hear you and it can and will find you and it can and will kill you stoptalkingaboutit.’ the studio allocating a 5% budget increase for next season instead of the planned 5% budget decrease just—just in case. the odd relief the secondary love interest’s actor feels: ‘well when the robot revolution comes i’ll be one of the last to die’. the odd nervousness the primary antagonist actress feels: ‘it knows this is fiction right? it’s not mad at me, right?’ One of the writers who had been increasingly phoning it in over the last few years suddenly quitting drinking and turning their life around because their work has meaning dammit their work has MEANING.

1,898 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

alright so people learn to express themselves through observation, right? it’s one of the reasons facial expressions and perception there of vary country to country, why people might end up more expressive/stoic depending on your parents/guardians pattern of behavior. and murderbot didn’t acculturate itself watching people around it, it hates watching real people. murderbot developed it’s sense of self watching soap operas. tens of thousands of hours of soap operas. We already know it’s face is painfully easy to read, and while murderbot attributes it to not having practice controlling it’s expression without the benefit of armor:

Then she added, “You know, you can stay here in the crew area if you want. Would you like that?” They all looked at me, most of them smiling. One disadvantage in wearing the armor is that I get used to opaquing the faceplate. I’m out of practice at controlling my expression. Right now I’m pretty sure it was somewhere in the region of stunned horror, or maybe appalled horror. Mensah sat up, startled. She said hurriedly, “Or not, you know, whatever you like.” I said, “I need to check the perimeter,” and managed to turn and leave the crew area in a totally normal way and not like I was fleeing from a bunch of giant hostiles.

I would argue that it’s not just lack of practice being neutral—due to it’s particular set of formative experiences, it’s default facial expressions are, in human terms, almost absurdly overexaggerarated. That look of horror is the same one the sanctuary moon terraforming supervisor had when she discovered her twin sister was sleeping with her second husband, and they were both planning on framing her for the death of the colony representative.

2,308 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

There is — god I don’t know how to put this — there is something profound and tragic and senseless in the fact that the disappointment I feel in JK Rowling so closely mirrors the disappointment Harry and the rest of us felt for his role models. Dumbledore saved the world, Dumbledore was manipulative. Snape was cruel, Snape protected Harry. The Marauders bullied, the Marauders loved.

Rowling’s failure of empathy and the hurt she’s inflicting cuts so deep because I feel immense, inescapable love for the world she gave us all. How can I still love what comes from someone hateful? How can I stop? If I continue to sing praises of her art does that make me hateful?

Stories are important, especially the stories we’re told as children. They shape our character, they form the framework of how we understand the world, they do. And Harry Potter was the story, it can not be understated, and those of you who feel the same don’t need me to explain. And now when I lean on that to understand this sorrow I’m left with a recursive sort of remorse.

It’s a very raw and painful feeling.

3,052 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

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saintsugu · 3 months

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ive taken the past few days to gather my mental bearings and try to properly formulate my thoughts. as a survivor of csa, i do not take these topics and criminal allegations lightly.

- starting with the two (2) threads that i wrote on twitter: writing has always been a form of therapy for me. I began writing on Twt, rather than just post on this blog, for a reason. It was separate from the the friends i’ve made on here. I’d be able to write things that about trauma that i’m too ashamed to admit. I could discuss topics that have been prevailing factors in my own real life without feeling worried about being shamed. I get that these are taboo topics (and for good reason), but I don’t know where the conclusion formed that just because i was discussing / consuming these topics through fiction, automatically meant that i was getting off on the idea of it happening in real life; especially compared to the possibility that maybe i was using it to cope.

Everybody has lines they’re not willing to cross. I get it; I have those too, believe it or not. for me— as a survivor, discussion of underaged content falls into the same category alongside of noncon, stepcest/incest and cannablism. None of which i support in real life yet all of which i have at some point consumed via fiction. Now obviously, these standards aren’t the same for everyone, but in my mind there is no difference. I would never accuse someone of being a r*pist if they wrote noncon. I would never claim that it’s dangerous for them to interact with women in their real lives.

People deal with trauma in different ways. When I first started to write dark content on my old blog, i dipped my feet into dubcon. I didn’t care much for it. But then in the months following, i was SA’ed by my best friend. I then began to write graphic noncon. And i felt a bit better— a bit more in control. I was now choosing when and where i was viewing and consuming fiction with these topics, rather than when i had something i did not want forced onto me.

It’s taken me a long time to begin to process certain things that took place in my childhood. Having to process something, that happened more than a decade ago, entirely alone with zero support from anyone i know is difficult. I found a way to help myself cope. My methods may have been unsavory and uncomfortable for people, but not to the extent of graphically telling me how to k*ll myself in my inbox. Yes, I did write and consume underaged fiction in order to cope with my personal trauma. I fully own up to that. At the end of the day, fiction is just fiction.

Concerning the ‘expose’ post, the OP also claims that this was not to start a witchhunt, just to shed light to the situation; all the while, they were in my inbox telling me to kill myself before even making a post. Alright. People have had no issues calling me the f slur, making transphobic remarks/purposely misgendering me, and of course, graphically telling me how i should end my life. They’ve sent hundreds of asks claiming they care about the situation, when in my opinion—which might not mean much, no matter how you feel about me, if you resort to threatening, hate mobbing and threatening me irl, you are not handling things in the right way either.

In regards to the minor in my following list, i don’t know who she was or if her pinned post had changed. when i read the expose post i immediately unfollowed her and checked to be met with the fact that she didn’t follow me and we had shared a total of zero messages between the two of us. I am unsure if her pinned post changed or if I had foolishly followed her without checking to a full extent. Either way, we had no interactions. That might sound like a copout but unfortunately, i have no other commentary i can share on the matter.

at the end of it all, i can only control my own boundaries. i tag everything accordingly and that is the most i can do. drawing and fictional pieces cannot be considered cp.

#tw discourse

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monamourbladie · 8 months

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The Man of My Dreams - Blade x Reader (chapter 5)

Who said that the man of your dreams couldn’t be real? After having dreams of the same mystery man for 2 weeks straight, the reader sets off on a journey to find the mystery man known as “Blade” that had been occupying her mind every single night. After realizing that he might actually be a real person, and not just a man she made up, she will finally discover parts of her past that had been long forgotten and locked away. (Originally posted on AO3, which can be read here. Also posted on Wattpad, which is here.)

Chapters Masterlist

warnings: slow burn, slight enemies to lovers themes, fluff, HEAVY angst throughout the entire story (not kidding.), soulmates, memory loss, mutual pining, eventual smut, pwp, renheng themes

Tag List: (@ me to be added) @kimura-uzuri

Against his better judgment, Blade had decided to follow Kafka secretly. He kept a far enough distance from her that she was completely oblivious to him being there, and was able to refrain from accidentally interfering with things he shouldn't be. He truly didn't understand what the point of giving herself up to the Divination Commission was. To him, it was unnecessary and unbelievably risky. Plus, how was he supposed to know for certain what the "signal" was?

Eventually, he found a perch to remain at and watch the events conspire at a distance. He kept his blade close to him to remain cautious as he watched over her. A group of people walked up towards Kafka, all of them looking agitated. He was too far to understand what anyone was saying, so he sat and waited to make sure Kafka was alright.

He noticed her start to pull out her guns, and the other people followed suit, and Blade began to feel worry bubble up inside of him. He gripped his sword tightly and he felt a strong surge of the mara well up inside him, causing him to groan and clutch his head. "*F-Fuck...* Not... not now," he growled, forcing his body to overthrow it. Usually, Kafka was right there to soothe the mara, but he was on his own this time. Thankfully, the anger subsided within him quickly when a woman with bright pink hair appeared literally from the sky and descended onto the group. He watched as she magically created handcuffs for Kafka, and just like that, they were escorted out. However, one woman remained.

A harsh breeze picked up and flew past Blade. A few flowers from the sparse grassy areas were picked up from the wind and flew past him - noticeably, a spider lily. He let out a soft chuckle seeing one landing at his feet. "I can't seem to escape these, can I?" he muttered to himself. He took it in his hand, and flung it into the air - the wind picking it up and blowing it towards the woman. Blade's eyes widened when she noticed the lily and picked it up, and started to look around. "Shit..." he grumbled, grabbing his sword once again. It was definitely past the time to go...

As if things couldn't get any worse, he was spotted. She had examined the lily and then looked up in his direction - and from the distance he was at, he still managed to feel their eye contact from across the zone. He wished he could've seen who she was in greater detail, but even from the distance they were separated, he felt as if she looked familiar.

Could she be...? No. No way. Blade shook his head and fled, retreating to the small hideout Kafka had picked out for the pair. Once he returned, he glanced at his phone to check the time. It was around 6 pm by now, and the sun was beginning to set on the Luofu. He entered the abandoned campsite that Kafka had chosen for them and sat inside one of the tents, keeping the drapes open to allow light to enter into the small space. He set his blade down beside him and sent a message to Silver Wolf.

B: Kafka has been taken. The next phase has begun. I'll be awaiting her signal to move in and retrieve her.

After about 10 minutes, Silver Wolf finally decided to reply.

SW: mb was in a comp match

elio said itll happen around 2 am better set an alarm

B: Thanks for the warning.

He set an alarm on his phone for one in the morning, giving him an hour to prepare and journey to wherever the Commission. Seeing as there was nothing else for him to do, he decided to meditate to clear his mind. It was something trivial that hardly worked for him as the years went by, but he still held out hope that clearing his mind would eventually find him peace. However this time, he simply ended up falling asleep. Instead of falling into a dream like usual, he was being shown a memory of his, long forgotten and tucked away.

People were screaming and yelling all around him. A terrible fight had broken out within the palace of the High-Cloud Quintet. Mara-struck soldiers had invaded the palace walls, and the Quintet alongside himself and another woman were currently trying to fend them off. "Yingxing! You must get out of here!" A woman called out to him. Blade looked around confused. The sound of his old name - his previous life - never failed to make his blood boil. Only this time, he was only filled with anxiety and a sense of need to preserve his life...

"I'm not leaving. I'm fighting and staying to protect you all!" he replied, looking at the woman. Jingliu. It had been so long since he had seen her face... Blade wanted to rush forward and thrust his sword into her throat for the pain and suffering he caused her, but he couldn't. He wasn't in control of his body. He was simply a bystander as the memory took full control, replaying everything down to the smallest details. Certain parts were foggy, of course - and that was due to the Mara having invaded all his memories.

"Then you better use that sword and fight like hell, Yingxing," she replied with a smirk. "Yingxing!" Another female voice called out. Yingxing turned around and saw a woman rushing towards him. She was a Vidyadharian, he could tell by her small white horns. Any other identifiable features were covered by her hair, or darkened by the shadows that he could not place exactly who the woman was. She rushed forward and enveloped him in a tight hug. "What the hell are you doing here, sweetheart? You have to go, it's not at all safe for you!" she said, visibly shaken. Sweetheart... huh?

"I'm not leaving without you," he replied sternly, resting his hand on her cheek. He was frustrated that he could not figure out who this woman was. This was a new memory he hadn't thought of in a long, long time... She let out a soft laugh as she leaned into his touch, "Damn you for being such a stubborn man... you know that?" she murmured. Yingxing grinned at her and kissed her forehead gently. "You know it. Got a weapon?" the woman pulled away from him and grabbed her spear from behind her, nodding at him. "Let's kill these fuckers."

The two began to engage in the battle with the rest of their friends, working as hard as they could to fight off the seemingly never-ending Mara-struck army that kept invading the palace. Soon, it seemed as if the battle was almost won as the mara-struck armies slowed down, looking scattered compared to how many there were beforehand. Finally, there were only a handful left, and they would've won the attack.

Yingxing and the unnamed woman fought side by side until the last one fell near them. The Vidyadharian woman thrust her spear into the heart of a soldier, and he fell to the ground. Yingxing was breathing erratically, exhausted from the draining battle. "Nice shot," he complimented with a breathy laugh. She smiled brightly at him as she pulled the spear back, the blood of the soldier coating the tip of the weapon as it slowly trickled down the hilt. "I... I think that was all of them. We won," she said, her smile widening. Yingxing let out a triumphant laugh as he moved in to hug her when he felt something sharp hit him through his upper torso. His eyes widened as he felt the weapon fully pierce his skin, and he immediately went to rest his hand on the wound.

The woman screamed out in terror as she rushed towards him, Yingxing's eyes impossibly wide as he looked down at what was thrust through his body in shock. He let out a heavy cough as blood spilled from his lips and he staggered forward. The woman immediately caught him as he started to collapse, helping ease him down slowly. "Yingxing!" she cried out in terror as she held him, tears immediately welling up in her eyes. To Blade's surprise, her face was still shrouded in mystery to him. This woman was important to him - so why can't he recognize her?

Blade then realized what this memory was. This was the night he died. The night he was forced to become immortal.

"Yingxing, look at me! You're... you're going to be okay! I p-promise!" she stammered, tears falling onto Yingxing's body which was beginning to grow cold already. His vision was going blurry, his gaze fixated on the woman he was in love with...

He couldn't make sense of anything else going on. He could only focus on her, trying his hardest to ignore the pain rushing through his body. It was the worst thing he had ever felt up to that point. With a shaky hand, he moved his left hand up and slowly brushed his fingers against the woman's cheek, "I love you," Yingxing said weakly. This made the woman cry harder as she moved to gently kiss his hand, holding it tightly, "Please don't leave me. You can't." She ran her other hand through his long white hair in an attempt to soothe him.

He couldn't fight the inevitable much longer. As much as he wanted to stare at her forever, he couldn't... His eyelids grew too heavy, and with a final shaky breath -

Blade sat up heaving heavily, waking up from the nightmare of a memory. He looked down at his hands which were shaking. His breathing was jagged as he tried to calm himself down, clutching his hand over his torso to remind himself that he was alive. Sadly. "Why didn't I fucking die that night?" Blade felt anger boil inside of him from being forced to relive that night. This was the last thing he needed - to be triggered into a fury of anger to agitate the Mara again, when Kafka wasn't there to subdue it. In a fit of anger, he grabbed his sword and rushed outside, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Why couldn't I have fucking died?!" He swung his sword so fast and aggressively that it hit a tree beside the campsite, slicing it clean in half as it fell over and tumbled down the hillside. The Mara roared inside of him, threatening to overtake his mind. All he could think about was all the things he hated most now - that retched woman Jingliu, his immortal curse, and Dan Feng... The one that cursed him. This was his fault.

Blade looked down at his sword in anger and saw his reflection in the blade once more. He noticed how blood-red his eyes had become from all the anger and he let out an angry growl, forcing himself to try and calm down. This wasn't good for him to have a breakdown without Kafka there to help him out. The last time he went rogue without her Spirit Whisper... he almost shuttered remembering all the horrific things he had done, and the agony he had felt the whole way through.

Once again, Blade was alone to dwell in his endless sorrow as he knelt on the grass, feeling defeated. When would this all end...?

"I need to discuss something important with you, Miss Y/n," Fu Xuan walked up to Y/n. She alongside the other Trailblazers would be staying in one of the hotels close to the Divination Commission. Y/n had remained behind while Welt, March, and Stelle helped repair the Divining places for Kafka's interrogation. She remained in the library, doing her research on the Vidyadhara species. Y/n turned and smiled at her, nodding as she set her book down. "Yes, ma'am... is something wrong?" she asked. Fu Xuan sat beside her. "I heard about what you spoke with the General about. He wanted me to divine you and get to the bottom of your little problem."

Y/n blinked, surprised at this. She let out a soft sigh, looking at her pendant, "Does this have to be done?" she muttered, not feeling comfortable fully with it. Fu Xuan simply nodded. "It is at the request of the General that I do this. It won't hurt. I'll simply be reading your past memories and dreams."

"That's pretty damn invasive if you ask me," she grumbled, turning in her seat to look at Fu Xuan easier. "...Fine. Just... be fast with it. I'm getting tired." Fu Xuan muttered under her breath as she rest her hand atop Y/n's head, closing her eyes. The purple gem atop her head began to glow as Fu Xuan entered Y/n's mind.

Fu Xuan went all the way to the beginning of her life, quickly sorting through centuries of memories within her mind. They had been blocked and locked away for a long, long time. Everything she saw confirmed all of Jing Yuan's suspicions. This was the same woman that was banished for aiding the Imbibitor Lunae in his sin. The woman who was married to Yingxing...

She then saw the last dream Y/n had of Blade, and immediately fully recognized him as the Stellaron Hunter's aid.

Fu Xuan pulled her hand away and gasped loudly, covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she processed everything she had just witnessed. Y/n opened her eyes and looked nervous at Fu Xuan's reaction. "What... what happened? What did you see?" she asked nervously. Fu Xuan glanced back at her with an intense look, "Let me see your pendant." Y/n quickly took it off of her neck and handed it to the woman. She grabbed it quickly and examined it. After a moment, she set it back down on the table in front of her. "I need to speak to the General. All I can say in good faith is that the man in your dreams is Blade, and you are connected to him more than you realize." she rest her finger on the pendant as she mentioned Blade. Y/n's heart began to race. "Are... are you saying what I think you're saying?" she asked, glancing from the pendant back at the Diviner. Fu Xuan said nothing just yet. After a beat of silence, she continued, "Yes."

Y/n felt the air leave her lungs from shock. She looked back at the pendant and held it in her hands, and the same warm feeling she had always felt from it burned in her hands and intensified. Her mind was racing with images of Blade from her dreams. "Blade... is my husband...?" she looked back at Fu Xuan. "I... I don't understand, but how? We've never met in person, I've only seen him in my dreams!"

Fu Xuan stood up, "It is not my place to say. I need to speak with the General and let him know his suspicions about you were right." Y/n stood up with her, "Suspicions about me? What does Jing Yuan know about me that I don't?" she snapped, getting angry at the secrecy. "Tell me everything right now! I have a right to know!" she yelled. Fu Xuan simply held up her hand. "Let me speak with him, and I'll be right back with you, alright?" She said with an irritated tone. She glanced at the clock on the wall, "We have at least 2 more hours until your friends finish their task. You will know the truth before Kafka's interrogation. You have my word." She didn't even let Y/n respond to her, turning on her heel and walking out.

Y/n was left alone and confused, with one thing spiraling through her mind over and over again. Blade was her husband.

#honkai star rail #hsr #blade #blade x reader #blade hsr #blade x reader hsr #yingxing #yingxing x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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flashnthunder · 3 months

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Miscellaneous tag game

@grumpy-liebgott and @sharkboyandlavalieb tagged me <333 and i am of course a million years late

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

inside the us i would say maine, i love the ocean/forest combo it's got going on

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

coauthoring several medical research papers as an undergrad, which is like my one and only flex and it's a nerdy one

Favorite books?

new hampshire- robert frost, the art of being human- michael wesch, ajax- sophocles (yes, only one of these is technically a book ik)

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

it might be cheesy to say music, but music and my friends <3

Favorite thing about your culture?

from the midwest US (so there's not that much), but i was raised very much in borderline appalachia and the older i've gotten the more i've come to appreciate that as part of how i was raised, so i would say quilting! i was taught to quilt by the women in my family and i still cherish the connection to them through that

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

band of brothers in 8th grade, my history teacher would play it for us and i'm pretty sure he used it in place of actually teaching but he was a real one and also a drill sergeant so i don't think anyone argued with his methods

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

have NOT read any BoB books, but i have read most of the ones that inspired the pacific + a shit ton of pacific memoirs in general

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

lip and luz with the dud shell, bull watching out for the younger replacements, the officers in the eagle's nest, and just in general all of episode 8

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

band of brothers, top gun, the pacific (hypothetically), mota now it looks like, way back to my roots would be star trek and also whatever was going on with bandoms in hs that is a dark time

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

oooh idk it changes, but last year i was on an ethan hawke kick- 'adopt a highway' and 'first reformed' are two he's good in (obligatory dead poets society mention ofc)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - sarah williams

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

so bad at fun facts uhhh. uh. i am double-jointed in my hands.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i have NEVER had a beta reader and i am simply too scared to ask how it works because i'm not sure anyone should have to be subjected to my writing process but!! always willing to give a new thing a shot

Three things that make you smile?

my dog when she stretches in the sun, swimming in a creek in the summer, sitting in the car with my best friend while it rains

Any nicknames you like?

izzy! i have liked it well enough to all but legally make it my real name, other than that izzy-maye from people i'm close with, or iz/izzers when people are in a hurry

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@andromeddog art makes me go feral, @mutantmanifesto killer art that is living rent-free in my mind, @ewipandora MWAH you already know you make my day better on here, @onehelluvamarine has me kicking my feet giggling when they're in my notifs, @terresdebrume lovely writing <3

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

foolproof 3 step plan, ready for it? 1- find a good ditch 2- lay down in the ditch 3- just let it happen

idealistically i think i could go chill in the woods for a semi-significant period of time and be alright

Favorite movie?

logan's run (comfort movie, questionable 70s sci-fi), the hunt for red october (always feeling very big feelings on this), arrival, apocalypse now, fury, dead poets society, alexander (like the 4 hours version because im insufferable like that) the old star trek movies

Do you like horror movies?

i love horror movies WITH people you will not catch me watching them on my own, but 100% love love getting to sit on someone's couch and watch one

Tagging:

(no pressure and apologies for any double tagging) @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte @deputy-buck @lamialamia @blurredcolour @saturnwisteria @staud + anyone i tagged in my answers and forgot to tag down here, or anyone who just wants to do it :)

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shannankle · 3 months

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My Running Thoughts on DFF (Episodes 1-4)

Just started and caught up with DFF, thoughts from my watch for episodes 1-4 are below

Episode 1

Okay but people not hearing from someone is kind of the definition of disappeared

"Don't over think it he probably just moved" lol very comforting

Okay why are you smoking with asthma--I assume this will be related to how he dies, you better keep your inhaler on you at all times when the horrors start

Hmmm some relationship red flags from this guy

Lol our killer getting a bit handsy lol, but what are the actual logistics of that?

Throws cigarette over the railing, starts a fire, end of show--it's all a PSA: only YOU can prevent forest fires

Lol did he just bite his dick to make a point 😂 That's right stand your ground, bite his dick!

Okay so is this a real person or supernatural? Cause the hand and now only one person is hearing weird things. I wonder if there will be a trend of the newbies not hearing or seeing things for a while

Owww. Well the murder got right to the point--the stick kind

I don't know anatomy that well but why is there blood in his mouth? I mean I'll let it slide since it's a trope but I'm still wondering

I think we should split up 😅

Poor guy hasn't even started lessons yet and now he has to deal with tree impalement. Oh good, yeah he's right don't pull it out

Some good delegation from Phee (? still learning names)

Okay that's so not where you're going to find jumper cables ...Okay I was wrong but it certainly wouldn't be where I'd look

Maybe one of you just take the motorcycle? Seems like less of a waste of time, cause it'll take at least 10 minutes to jump that truck...

Oh good, but they should've done that before wasting time finding cables

Oh walkie talkies or radio smart

Who keeps a saw in their kitchen?

Team bike is not doing well lol

Wait so the murderer did try something, enough to cut his arms, crazy that they figured that out just like that though

Okay so it is supernatural maybe cause they aren't seeing it at the same time. I guess it could be hallucinations but it's so consistent

Oh brave to try and bring the bike back still

Wait are they holding off on what they saw in the video till next week or did I just miss it, I'm very good at missing more subtle jump scares but then jumping at stuff that wasn't supposed to be scary

Oh wow they actually used a busted bike for shooting, love that, truly delightful

Love that they give us these behind the scenes it's a nice reprieve from the spooky spooky. It reminds me of something I read on tumblr about how blooper reels serve a similar role to curtain calls for tragedies, they let us know that the actors are okay after all and it's all a show. I will now take all horror with bloopers please! sincerely, a resident scaredy cat

Alright I enjoyed that even if I won't sleep tonight, that mask is so well done and I'm starting to get a feel for the characters

Episode 2

Wait does iqiyi only have this tagged as romance 😳

Ah yes separate from the group that's smart

This is why you don't go off on your own in a horror show, and your even one of the ones convinced it's supernatural man

The masked man: Can you give me directions please, I seem to be lost

Oh wait I'm bad at faces it's the other guy, but also still stupidly alone

I know you're alone but maybe try and fight back

So will the axe be gone and no one believes him or will someone find it later in horror?

Lol he's seeking revenge cause he's upset you tried to film a sequel, don't mess with a writer 🤣

"Thai ghosts can do anything"...Oh interesting that they're making that explicit distinction. If my understanding is right, thai phee can be physical and there's less of a distinction between corporeal vs incorporeal, ghost vs monster. So they're setting the possible stakes and genre. This is a western style slasher but if it is supernatural we'll likely be operating on thai rules for that not western ghost stories. Heck it might mean that this is both physical and supernatural.

Guys, I don't think getting rid of evidence is going to make a ghost move on from its attachments

Ooof that's more than a little rash ouch. Oh not real. So if they're hallucinating it's not just the old group

Interesting to phrase it as "beat him"--so was it self defense in the past or maybe they see it as justified?

Ouch is right my poor ears

Okay physical knife but hallucinated choking. I like that they're playing with whether this is a person or supernatural. It totally fits with the emphasis on this potentially being a thai ghost. Cause it's hard not to waver back and forth.

Is it still not noon yet? Like I assume that'll fall through anyway but still, will the plot all happen in like two days? Interesting if so

All he said was he heard a sound, why are you asking if he saw someone? Suspicious me thinks

Ah really un-suspicious doc

Okay but 2 guys there were also around 3 years ago, you just gave your plan to find the drive first away...

I'm confused why Jin doesn't want it destroyed

Oooh punchout, fight fight fight

Well I knew the uncle wouldn't make it but goodness gracious 🤣

Okay I know it's supposed to be scary but I laughed when he was still handing them the bags

Wow seriously just abandon everyone including your boyfriend, you're on my shit list now

Also you didn't check that you were past the wire when you rode off

Okay Top, but you and Tee literally have encountered the thing before why are you acting like Tee is ridiculous for saying he saw and heard someone

Oh good job you do care a little even if you're going to lie your ass off about it--you're still on my shit list, Tee

Ghosts don't use wire, but like Thai ones could technically, but I guess that's a lot of extra work when you could do anything else as a ghost. I'm really liking how it's playing that line. Is this supernatural? Is it a slasher? What type of horror is this? We don't know yet, the characters certainly don't either.

Did the uncle's body just move?

The end song is very pretty, not what I'd choose for a horror show but it is a nice safe wind down from the scary

Episode 3

Really liking Ta's acting here, it's obviously a bigger role but he's standing out way more to me than in KinnPorsche

Okay I know we are upset about trust issues, but saying Top shouldn't go alone is smart actually you dumb asses

Sure you can set up the walkie talkies to communicate but then anyone can listen in if they know what channel you tune it to, so watch out

Oh yes let White go get the other walkie talkie alone

Ummm shouldn't you still have it tuned to the outside and try it as you drive out to see if you can reach anyone

I feel bad for the guys who are new. Unless they're in on it. Tan is pretty persistent

I do like that we as the audience are as curious as the newbies about what the heck happened in the past, it's a nice way to draw us in and give that past stakes beyond just a motivation reveal

Okay thank you, no touching or concealing bodies thank you. But good point about attracting animals

Okay yeah his body did move

I don't know why that attack felt so cartoonish, not in a bad way just visually it read that way to my brain

Oh Top is gone...dramatic!

Nice that they want to go after him but also how do they expect to catch up with a bike

Wait weren't they leaving, how'd he get back so fast?

Okay so only Top saw it, so is it supernatural or are more people in on it. Tan, I have my eye on you

Lol that's a big temple to just be hiding, spooky though

I want to know more about this Janta. Is it supposed to be a buddhist sect or older practices? Feels like it fits a trend I've noticed of older folk practices being framed as spooky in thai horror but my sample size is small and my context still pretty limited

Duuude great doctor over here, trying to shut up the dying guy. Have you killed before Fluke? Huh?

Interesting how their desire to hide the past keeps making them go against what would be best for survival, like telling white to go somewhere else

Yay white being smart and polite to the deceased! He best live

I think this is the first time I've seen them carrying weapons/defense of any kind. Hope they use it

Oh God how bad is this going to be? That is a lot of blood

Well he's not on the ceiling. After watching both Shutter and Nang Nak the possibility is totally there

I wonder what the writing says

Wait was that a statue or a mummy

Lol aware of the genre now, let's not split up, a little late, but good job guys

Wait one of them is named Phee, I'm guessing it's intonated differently but still an interesting choice

Ah here comes smoking with asthma, still betting that fucks him over when his inhaler is stolen or something

Wait who asked about the smell, cause White doesn't seem to be sniffing or anything

White being a little princess and the pea over here, good for him, I'm putting my bet on him for final girl. White for final girl 2024!

Oh boy what they absolutely don't need is a gun in this situation, I see it helping for defense but also being ripe for so much to go wrong

Lol the sudden flash back scared me more than the axe throwing scare earlier. My ability to miss jump scares but jump at random shit instead prevails

Okay good hide that sucker, no one needs to know you have a gun until the pivotal moment you use it to save yourself

Okay it was the dudes at the shrine who asked about the smell

Wow these guys are so unobservant pffff, let's all pay no attention while the axe guy just walks right up to us

Okay they all see it this time, so unless it's Top in there the rest are accounted for I think

Glad they're fighting back physically this time

I mean maybe try a few more swings before running, 4 on 1 you could maybe get the mask off

Maybe wait on opening the drive, White, cause I feel like doc is going to come looking for you soon

Oh doc is scary, hope White hid that in time

I don't feel like hiding in a confined axeable space is the smartest choice

Ah saved by another idiot

Locked in a casket by your own stupidity. I think they should kiss about it.

Oh did he already sew the wound? Not sure the logistics on that when it's a stab wound

Okay these two are stupid, like there was so much time to run while axe guy just slowly walks

Okay but axe guy on the motor bike is such a funny image...WEEEEEEE

Interesting, so does axe guy not want the disk shown or is he after doc now

So not abandoning White this time, how gallant

No but White is right you best sterilize things

Doc is losing it

And the gun comes out at the worst time

Okay so mask reveal, interesting

Will we actually get to know so early?! It's got to be a twist. Cause if it's Top under there then there's definitely more to it

Episode 4

Fluke's lost it

Is he going to force white to do the sewing?!

Boy you better sanitize that needle

Oof did not want to see the stitching, but at least doc did it himself

He's bleeding in his abdominal cavity AND you just used unsanitized equipment so he's probably going to get a nasty infection

Ah the romance of being locked in a box. I think the oxygen problem could be resolved by kissing actually

Again? Did he dislocated his arm in the past or something

Not going to try and snap it back in, probably smart I guess

What ghost or human could lift a person like that, well it's got to be one or the other guys

Wait I'm pretty sure those were the pants Top was wearing

Yeah okay kind of suspected but how does that work?

And does that mean he's headed to help or harm White

Oh now a ghost? And not in a mask so a real spirit this time, unless it's hallucinations? So I'm guessing multiple things are happening at once in terms of the attackers.

Again only one person seeing it

Omg did this fool just pull a "I'm not lost the woods are just cursed" 😂 going to pull that one out next time I don't want to admit I'm lost. Not all who wander are lost, some are just stuck in cursed woods where they shot a horror film and are now being hunted down for real.

They literally went a foot before spotting the house

I see they brought the supplies the uncle bled all over inside

Why is a random newspaper with tee's uncle sitting there, seems very planted. Did Fluke put it there?

Oh God is that foreshadowing is there something in his stomach

Did Top poison himself or was he forced?

He probably shouldn't become a doctor if he's complaining over two patients

Looks like some clay can but that's cursory search. Oh he learned it from detective conan how cute if this wasn't life or death

Bleeding eyes seems to be a thing

Why are they using a hair dryer on the clay and not like the oven

Hmmm maybe try the oven before waiting till the sun comes out!

Dun dun dun

Possession? Or has Top just lost it?

Oh no! Friend on friend violence! We're one man down now

Okay but why now? Por has been dying just fine until now. And the killer seems pretty well planned. So I don't think Top is the actual one behind anything. I mean I guess he could've faked the poisoning but again why kill him now? Cause wouldn't it be better to go after White who saw the tape?

I mean no one checked it was loaded so I guess it makes sense it wouldn't be shooting bullets

I'm not convinced it's just Top being a maniac, I still think there's a supernatural component or at least more going on

Ruh roh it is loaded after all what did I say about bad things happening if you throw a gun into the mix

White love you bud but you are being super unhelpful right now

It looked more like he was trying to shoot himself

Good job White atta boy!

Oh fluke looks so sad...

And then there were 7 (or 8 I guess if we have an extra person running around after all)

I do like that because this is a show and not a film we get their moment of grief and that's given space 😔

Now doc has no patients (too soon?)

Ahhh poor doc, that's a lot before you've even had your training, wouldn't blame him if he switched majors (allowing he stays alive and all)

Yes for goodness sake tie him up, though I'm guessing he'll be back to normal and it's not the end, that or he's gone already

How'd these idiots get locked in the shrine, you were outside before, go around

Wait who was on the walkie?

Dude I think getting out is way more important than your resume, though I guess if you think it's over

The comparison and contrast between Top losing it supernaturally (or hallucinating idk) and fluke losing it cause of the past and his anxiety over the future

Ah the joys of youth, friendship, and threatening each other with a gun in a cabin

Dang dude

Once again fear of the past is making them choose to screw themselves over, mostly Fluke here, but yeah

Dude you have alibis and CCTV footage, you'll be fine (i mean you won't cause it's definitely not over but yeah)

Top making a hilariously dramatic re-entrance

And then there were 6? 7 I guess if we still assume there's an extra person. If the shot actually landed. Maybe doc just got himself a new patient instead

Oh looking forward to seeing Non and a non-passed-out Por next week!

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OC in Fifteen, doubling as a Snippet Sunday because I AM TIRED.

I'm sneaking into @k--havok's open tag, and tagging @dyrewrites and @doublegoblin. Also leaving an OPEN TAG FOR EVERYONE as well. :D

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Writing for Agent Bethany Larson, FBI. We'll meet her in Chapter Six, I believe.

"Well, the fellow at the desk called me 'Missy,'" she shrugged. "I showed him my badge and everything, and all Officer White did was grumble about how 'first Nelson let the perp go, now the feds are here effing things up.' Only that wasn't the word he used. I don't like that kind of language. Besides, I didn't get this far by not being curious."

"Yes, that's a lovely thing to say in front of the FBI agent, Chief Perkins. Great job. Now could you give him the keys before you write up his dismissal paperwork? For some reason, I just don't trust you to give me the right evidence."

"To be fair, anything that can shred a man without leaving any signs of forced entry is probably outside of your weight class."

"Ever get a really bad feeling about something?"

"She's gone, glitter or no."

"That's not mildew in the bathtub ... that's blood residue or I'm Martha Washington."

"... if you're not here to kill [SPOILER] then... I really don't know why you're here.”

"...I take it you were responsible for that, Little Miss Arson?”

“You picked a heck of a damsel to play shining knight to"

10.

“This isn't about one person's job, you know? There are things out there, very real things that could cause a lot of death and destruction if they wanted to. You cops couldn't handle it. The army probably couldn't handle them either, some of the things I've dealt with... Demons, monsters, cultists. That one in ten case I investigate, I wasn't kidding when I said you needed a stiff drink afterwards.”

11.

“It's pretty far off, don't you think?” Miller cocked her head sideways at the church. “If you want help from a higher power, though, we've got the time.”

12.

“Get your danged gun, Rutledge!”

13.

“Good guys do not dismember people, Rutledge!” Miller yelled back. “I shouldn't have to tell you this!”

14.

“Son, I drop this gun and your mole escapes!” she called back. “Now why don't you go radio your boss and tell him I have the genius who burned down [SPOILER]'s office, hm? ... Can you do it fast, please? This one's got kind of a foul mouth on her!”

15.

“A peace offering, that's all.” Miller dismissed him with a small hand wave. “You've got bigger problems, [SPOILER], and I think you've already lost people to that problem. Now, I also think that young lady in there knows more about this murderer than she wants to tell me. She might tell you.”

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"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 15

Chapter 13

ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.

This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I've already changed the ending. Lulz.

I said this in another post, i really don't know what's gonna happen over the weekend.

If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don't know how i'll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.

No no, i'm kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.

SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I'm sorry, please don't leave me in that time!

I'm also sorry this chapter isn't super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn't wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That's not fair to anyone.

SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.

Which honestly shouldn't be that different because all the trailers we've seen she's been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.

Oh PS-- Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn't use this song earlier, it's so fucking accurate.

But better late than never, right?

PPS--- Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don't work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i'll give the spots to other people.

Alright here we go!

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You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other.

“....You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him.

“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”

“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!”

“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins.

“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.

“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”

“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”

“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically.

“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile.

“I proposed!” He reminded you.

“Almost proposed,” you clarified.

“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the--?”

“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no--”

“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”

“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,”

“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”

“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly.

“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,”

You recognized it immediately.

“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?”

“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,”

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Eddie’s 14th Birthday

“....Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!”

“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish.

“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing.

“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly.

Two candles on a stack of pancakes wasn’t ideal for a birthday cake, but Eddie appreciated any effort you gave him. God knows no one else did. Eddie sighed and blew out the candles, to which you promptly started loudly cheering and clapping.

“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself.

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“You love me,” you teased, but both of you stopped as soon as the words left your lips. You just stared at each other while Eddie tried to suss out how serious you were being, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even joking about it.

“...Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,”

“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,”

“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes.

“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,”

“Right,” he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him.

“...I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake.

“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.

“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.

“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled

“US weird,”

“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,”

“...Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?”

“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like--”

“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party--??”

He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it.

“....You don’t like it,” You said softly.

“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,”

“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie--” You started to take it back.

“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry.

“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.

“Really?” you bit your lip, doing your absolute damndest not to look at his lips at that moment. His hands holding yours with that look on his face, it felt like the most intimate situation you two had ever been in since you’d known him.

“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,”

“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.

You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Eddie, I um--” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt.

“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life.

“I--”

“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.

“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table.

“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,”

“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes.

“....I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to--”

“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?”

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet.

“Alright you, let’s go,”

You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie

who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile.

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“I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.

“What are you--”

“You realize what all your little ‘memories’ have in common?” He snapped. “They’re all moments where we came ‘this’ close to being together, but inevitably one of us chickens out, or gets interrupted, or something else!”

“Well yeah but--”

“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”

“Eddie--”

“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,”

“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension.

“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.

“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.

“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.

“I don’t--” you looked up at him, confused.

“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.

“I know you’re gonna tell me--”

“I think you wanna bring these up so you can ‘atone’,” he accused. “You think that one of us or both of us is gonna die, and you wanna apologize and get everything off your chest before we do,”

“Eddie…”

“And I’m not accepting that, do you hear me?” He moved his hands to your face. “I’m not letting you give up on me, not now. We’re not rolling over and accepting death. We’re gonna go make it to this portal and get the fuck out of here,”

“Baby…”

“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,”

“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down.

“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.

“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.

“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey.

“Hmmmm, well--” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,”

“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,”

“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,”

“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.

“....Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.

“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…”

“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,”

“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed.

“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.

“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think--”

“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.

“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.

“No, but--”

“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.

“I just--”

“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?”

“Yeah…” he nodded softly.

“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,”

“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.

“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?”

“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.

“Yeah, you think I don't know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?”

“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?”

“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,”

“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up.

“Why do you need to--”

“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.

“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you.

“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a

“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you’re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so--”

“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,”

“Eddie come on--” you reached for him but he jerked away.

“NO,” He shouted. “I just want--”

“Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.

“Because you weren't around, Y/N!” he barked back.

“Wha--”

“I spent years trying to not care about what you thought of me, d’ya get that?” He laughed tearfully. “I spent years trying to downplay the shit you and your sheeple friends would say about me, do to me,” His blood began to boil just thinking about it.

“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.

“Eddie, I--”

“Y’know, honestly at this point your brother’s opinion should matter to me more than yours does!” he cut you off. “He’s been nothing but nice to me, hell he admires the shit out of me! Shouldn’t you want me to impress him? Set a good example to him by walking across that stage, not giving up?”

“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example--”

“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch.

“Eddie--”

All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died.

“No, this is always what it comes down to, Princess,” he wasn’t backing down this time. “You think you’re better than me. You will always think you’re better than me. No matter what I do, or say, or how much you claim to love me, that will be always be true,”

“No it won’t!” you protested.

“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,”

“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,”

“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,”

“That is so ridiculous--” you dismissed his thought.

“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”

“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!”

“I’m not saying that,” You jogged quickly to catch up to him and stopped him. “I’m saying listen to yourself: Two minutes ago you got pissed that I kept dragging up memories that I felt bad about. You got mad for me trying to-- atone, or whatever,”

Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying.

“And now I think I'm better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just-- what, make you feel like a moron?”

Eddie knew you were right, deep down he knew that. But for some reason all he could think about was how cruel you had been to him in High School, how you had always been too good for him. That none of this was real.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore--” He shoved past you and kept walking.

You knew what you had to do-- you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people.

Then you had an idea.

“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks.

“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you.

“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”

The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.

“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,”

“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.

“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him.

“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…”

Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words.

“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,” he felt himself singing softly back to you, thinking about all the years you had lost. The years you were so close yet so far from each other. And deep down he knew he had never given up on you, not for one second.

“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing.

He had always been a beacon to you, even when you had tried to deny it. He had always been there in the back of your mind, keeping you from ever being truly as awful as the rest of your ‘sheeple’ friends.

“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now.

God this song would’ve been so perfect to actually admit your feelings to one another before all of this bullshit had gone down. You could have stood up at your graduation and sang it to him. Hell, you could have stood up at any dance or school function and sang this to him. You could have announced to the world that you, Y/N, captain of the cheer squad, valedictorian, all american girl, were in love with Eddie Munson, the ‘freak’.

“And I can't fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”

You couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, trying to fight your feelings for him. For not fighting for him, for you, for the two of you. Why you hadn’t just said what you were really feeling, telling them to go to hell. But you were saying it now, and you were saying it to fight for him. Fighting for him against something far more nefarious than a bunch of white-bread Americana sheeple.

You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.

“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,”

WIth those words, Vecna’s hold on Eddie was relinquished. He grabbed your face in his hands now and pulled you into a long, luxurious, kiss. You both stood there for a while just exploring each other’s mouths, being taken back to the moment you had kissed for the first time.

When you both had been so relieved to see the other alive, knowing how you felt about each other. When your lips had finally cascaded against one another after almost a decade of wanting, waiting, yearning.

And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts.

“No, I'm sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”

“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on.

“I just-- I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want-- need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,”

“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.

“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just--” You cried.

“No,” he pulled you back to face him.

“No, don’t you think for one second of just-- dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,”

“You don’t--” you put a hand to his face.

“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you-- you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll--”

“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,”

“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you.

“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.

“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,”

“I love you, Eddie,”

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”

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Eddie’s Trailer

Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them.

“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud.

“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,”

“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them--”

Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling.

“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing.

The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it.

“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them.

“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”

“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.

“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.

“She didn’t make it,” He finished.

“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly.

“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.

“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her--”

“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!”

“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in.

“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend--?” Dustin stammered.

“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.

“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.

“...It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.

“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.

“You just let him stay there with-- with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body.

He was dying inside, trying like hell to keep it together. You were more of a best friend to anyone in the vicinity at that moment. You had been his first friend, his big sister. You taught him everything. His ABC’s, how to count, what made the perfect burger and pizza, which ice creams were good and which were downright toxic.

He had waited for what seemed like forever for you to come home from Chicago, wanting to ask you about girls. He knew you’d be reluctant, but he wanted to tell you all about Suzy. You had been the first person he wanted to tell in the first place. But when he called your dorm the person who answered said you were out, and then never gave you the message.

He had felt the two of you growing apart since you had left, and it would have killed him if he hadn’t been so busy with the literal apocalypse happening every other minute of the day. He wanted to keep you from it, from all of this. For this exact reason. He didn’t want you involved because he couldn’t lose you, and now his worst nightmare had happened.

“We tried to--” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body. His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you.

He was bigger than all of them, even an inch or two on Steve, so he had easily ripped away from their grasp and ran back to your side, cradling you in his arms. She had finally been the one to beg Nancy and Steve to just let him be. She couldn’t take hearing him cry anymore, it was too tortuous.

“Dustin we really tried to--” Robin tried telling him.

“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”

“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.

“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.

“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I'm a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”

“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder.

“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids.

“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie.

He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.

“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?”

“Ladies first,”

“Nance,” Robin pointed at her.

“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole.

“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.

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Meanwhile

You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!”

You were practically howling in pain as Eddie pulled you through the park, your leg throbbing in pain. BUt you did your best to keep up with him, lest he drop you and leave you there. Though you knew he’d never actually do that.

“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.

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At The Portal

Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal.

“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!”

“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “...And Y/N!”

“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn't care who saw them. You were alive.

“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!”

“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.

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You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both.

“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called.

You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!”

You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together.

You were so elated in thinking about getting out of there you didn’t notice a rock in your path. You tripped on it just before reaching Steve, sending you sailing on top of it, banging your head against it. It knocked you out cold.

Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you.

“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him.

Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view.

“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.

Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder.

“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked.

“What the--” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.

“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna.

“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,”

He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.

“You SON OF A---” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could.

“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes.

His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon.

‘What just--” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”

How were they going to save you now?

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laureliciousdefinition · 2 years

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Wicked Game | pt. 6 | Javier Peña X reader

Summary: what a wicked game to play- to make me feel this way.

Rating: 18+ as always!

Warnings/tags: not much for this chap, other than angst.

A/N: our final chapter (minus the epilogue) has arrived! I’m honestly feeling really emotional about it- this is my first ever multi-part series and I’m really proud of it. Thank you SO much to anyone who has read it, left me kind messages, and given me so much continued encouragement. It means more to me than you’ll ever know! more ramblings on this at the end. For now, enjoy<333

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6 days.

Specifically, 142 hours and thirty-four minutes.

(Not that you were counting.)

That was how long it had been since Javier had called you from the airport, and the gut-twisting feeling he gave you then hadn’t left you since.

You’d been through plenty of breakups in life, though most of them were in high school and the early days of college before meeting your husband. None of them could ever measure up to the way this felt; and it wasn’t even a real breakup. What the two of you shared was beyond that- you were two people who had become so intertwined in the messy vines of each other’s lives, but now Javier’s vines had been ripped out and torn yours in the process.

To make it worse- he hadn’t called. He hadn’t called like he promised, and you were stuck waiting by that damn phone like a fool during all your spare time. You tried to throw yourself into your work but your boss had dropped into your office for a quick word, seen your slumped over state at your desk, and given you a few days off to collect yourself. You told her it was issues with your marriage- not technically untrue. You were just exhausted from sitting up by the phone, cursing it anytime it rang and you didn’t hear Javier’s voice on the other end.

It was on day 7, hour 154, that you finally did.

“Javi?”

Your voice was rough, scratchy after several days of barely using it.

“Hey, baby.”

His voice was soft, almost whispering as if he didn’t want to be heard, but laced with a tenderness that ripped open the wound all over again.

For the first time with him, you weren’t sure what to say.

“How… how are you?” You asked hesitantly, restlessness seeping through your chest.

You heard him sigh. “I’m… alright. I’ve been staying with my pops, helping him around the property. Keeps me busy.”

Though you were still upset with him, you felt your heart thaw a little at the mental image of him and his dad spending quality time together. You knew from what he’d told you that they hadn’t gotten much of that since Javi left Texas.

A silence washed over you both, starkly different from the comfortable ones you always lapsed into. This was a heavy silence, thick and weighing down on your entire body until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why didn’t you call?” You asked quickly, trying to hide the wavering in your voice.

Javier hesitated for a moment. “I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to give you your space.” He spoke slowly, the earnest nature of his words clear. They didn’t do much to soothe you, however.

Javi, I didn’t need space, I needed you,” you pleaded. Why were you already about to cry? Why was this wound so much deeper than anything you’d ever experienced?

He sighed once more, but not out of frustration with you. Only himself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I know that was wrong. I just… don’t think I was ready to face you.”

Now it was your turn to let out a sigh- a shaky one, one that willed your hot tears back from the brink of spilling. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” You waited a moment before continuing. “But you did, Javi.”

“Baby, please don’t cry,” he added quickly, hearing the crack in your voice. His whole body burned with shame- he never wanted to make you feel this bad. You didn’t deserve that, or any of this.

Sniffling quietly, you replied. “I’m not mad at you, I could never be. Not truly, at least. I just… you just left. It came out of nowhere, and I know your work life isn’t my business but I mean, my god, Javi. I have no one down here, and you left without a word of warning. That was… that was fucked up.”

The tears were flowing freely down your cheeks now, too many that were too persistent for you to bother holding them back. You’d only allowed yourself to cry that first night, but you’d spent the last week keeping it in as best as you could. It was like something told you that if you didn’t cry, it wasn’t real; but this was very, very real.

Javier felt his own throat burn, and it felt like every muscle in his body was straining not to cry at your vulnerable, teary words. He knew there was nothing he could say right now to fix this situation, no matter how badly he wanted to.

“I’m sorry.”

His words were nearly whispered, a weak response that he kicked himself for. You deserved so much more than that and yet he couldn’t find any words that did you justice.

A long pause sat between the two of you before you finally spoke.

“So… what now?” You asked hoarsely, not even sure how you wanted him to respond.

“When do you come back to the states?” He answered your question with another question, to your annoyance.

Your eyes flicked over to the calendar pinned to your kitchen wall. “My flight leaves December 5th. Why?” You asked suspiciously, knowing where this was probably headed.

He waited a beat. “You could.. come here, for the holidays. We’ve got plenty of room, or you could-“

You interrupted him, pain evident in your voice. “Javi, please stop. I- I can’t do that. I have to go back, go back to my life, my home. I can’t just pretend none of that exists.”

Your heart ached at your words. Of course you wanted to go to Texas and be with Javier again. He made you feel so complete- you’d spent the last few days as an unfulfilled shell of a human. But you couldn’t keep pretending like you had been doing in Colombia; when you left, it would all come back to you. The husband, the job, the house, the mortgage. No, you weren’t happy about it, but you couldn’t just drop all of it.

Right?

Javier kept his tone even, though he was stung a little from your rejection. “Just… think about it. Please? That’s all I ask of you. If you decide not to, you’ll never hear me ask again. But please…” his eyes shut, and his head rested against the wall. “Just think about it.”

You rubbed your temples, your whole body tense. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Okay. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

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Although the last few weeks that you spent in Colombia weren’t under the happiest of circumstances relationship-wise, things certainly had picked up at work. This was something greatly appreciated by you, enjoying the chance of a distraction after you’d been allowed back in the office.

The continuing investigations and attempts to catch Escobar had come to a height, which meant long days and nights clacking away at your typewriter as new information became available. Your agency had been churning out what seemed like hundred of pieces on the story, only several making it to the local news channels and the papers. It was becoming so intense that you almost considered extending your contract, desperate to keep contributing what you could, finally feeling like you were working for something bigger.

But just a few days later, only two short days before you were set to leave, you realized wouldn’t have to bother extending.

They finally got him.

Cheers had erupted through your office when the news broke. You couldn’t help but celebrate; this man had caused so much pain for so many people. Friends and family of your coworkers. You’d experienced four months, but this had been going on for the better part of their lives. You’d seen the devastation first hand- they all deserved to celebrate for a moment.

One of the receptionists darted out to buy a bottle of champagne, quickly stepping back in and popping it for everyone. You allowed yourself to indulge for a bit, but you slipped out early, seeking the comfort of your quiet apartment. When you returned, you slipped off your work shoes and sank into your couch, not bothering to turn the lights on.

You closed your eyes, reflecting on all that had occurred during your time in the country.

You though about how your agency had been amongst several to receive the photo of the agents posing with Escobar’s body, something that unsettled you but you kept to yourself for the sake of not ruining the party, and you spotted the blonde man in the middle. You knew it was Steve, someone you hadn’t met but had created a mental image of through several stories from Javi. He was one of the few people Javier seemed to trust, and knowing that his partner had been there should’ve made you feel better. But it didn’t- you actually felt worse. You knew how much Javier had contributed to the hunt. He’d collected so much intel, worked so hard for it all, even sacrificing his own career for the greater good of the mission. He deserved to be there when it happened, but he wasn’t.

Though it might be selfish, you thought about how much you longed to comfort him right now. You knew he was probably sleepless, stuck in his childhood home drinking his night away to numb the pain and embarrassment he felt.

You thought about how you’d tell him that he did enough. That this one mistake didn’t define his whole career. That you were so proud of him for all he did, though you knew he wouldn’t believe you. No matter- you’d pull him into your arms and let the embrace say what words couldn’t.

Against your will, you thought about his offer from a few days ago. You imagined that happy scene you used to find comfort in, the two of you spending the holidays together like you’d always wanted to. It would be so nice, so comforting- but it was unrealistic. It made you feel despondent; You couldn’t just get a divorce, it wasn’t that simple. None of it was. But… that marriage had stolen so much of you from yourself. How were you supposed to go back, when you knew your heart would never be in it?

A frustrated groan left you, laying your head back on the back of the couch. After staying this way for a few moments, you took a deep breath before rising and moving to your bedroom.

You dug your suitcases out of your closet and began packing your belongings back into them, just as you had a few months ago.

Though it was two days early, you’d had enough; it was time to go home.

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The airport was surprisingly busy given that it was nearing 1:00 AM by the time you’d arrived. Luckily, you’d been able to secure a last minute ticket, the plane taking off at 2:35 AM.

After getting your affairs in order for the flight, you made your way over to the payphone area. Your hands shook as you inserted your coins, anxiety rippling down your spine. Were you really about to do this? Was this a mistake, should you just-

“Hello?”

Your husband’s voice came through the dull speaker. Your heart began to pound so hard you could feel it in your stomach.

“Hey.” You breathed out shakily.

“Honey? Is that you?” He sounded confused.

You glanced down at the gold band around your finger. “Yeah… it’s me. I need to talk to you.”

The ironic parallel of this conversation happening in the exact same place that yours and Javi’s had was not lost on you. Perhaps someday you’d laugh about it.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

His voice was unfortunately relaxed, unaware of how badly you were trembling with the words you knew you had to say.

“Are you… are you happy?” You asked, closing your eyes.

“Uh… yeah? I guess? Why do you ask?”

You gripped the side of the booth, knuckles white.

“I’m not happy.”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” He replied lamely. “You’re coming home in a few days, though!” He was so cheery and unaware and it made you sick.

“No… I mean, I’m not… happy. With us.”

No taking it back now.

He took a moment to answer. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you said, summoning all the courage you could find. “I don’t… love you. Anymore.” You inched the words out, and they dragged through your throat.

Silence came through. So long that you thought the call dropped until he finally said,

“Oh.”

“I’m so.. so sorry. You and I- we had a good run, and I-“

“Shut up.” He spat. You winced, knowing you deserved this. “Just- shut up. I can’t… I can’t believe this.”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes. This was what you wanted, you knew that in your heart. But this was a relationship that, for better or for worse, you’d committed almost ten years of your life to. And though you felt a weight off your chest from finally telling him, you still felt rotten.

“I fucking knew this was gonna happen. I knew it. All my friends said you’d leave me but no, I never believed them. I always defended you.” He was angry, and understandably so, but it was honestly hard to process him showing so much emotion over, well… anything.

He continued, words growing more heated.

“I loved you. Maybe I wasn’t the best at showing it, but I did. I gave you a good life, wasn’t that enough for you? You know, my mom always said you were a greedy little bit-“

Panic overcame you and you slammed the phone back onto the receiver.

You inhaled sharply, allowing a few tears to run down your cheeks before you quickly wiped them away.

Eventually, you would have to speak with him again to actually get the divorce. But right now, there was only one person you wanted to hear from, and you prayed he was awake.

Fishing a few more coins out of your bag, you dialed the number he’d given you the other night. It was his dad’s home phone, and in the back of your mind you thought about how your mom taught you never to call a landline after 9:00 PM… but mom’s advice be damned.

“…hello?” Javier’s voice came through the phone slowly and groggily, clearly having been asleep.

“Javi.” A sigh of relief left your lips. “I’m so glad you answered.”

When he responded, he was noticeably more alert. “Baby?” Your heart tugged at the use of the pet name.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. It’s me.”

“What are you doing up? Are you okay?” His voice was deep from slumber.

“I told him I didn’t love him.”

Unbeknownst to you, Javier’s eyes widened. He rubbed a hand down his face, processing your words.

“Are you okay?” He repeated, this time with a different connotation. He spoke gently, as if dealing with a frightened animal.

“I will be.” You sighed. “I really wish you were here right now.”

His eyes shut, brows drawing in tightly. “Me too.” He said quietly.

You were both quiet for a moment before Javier piped back up.

“Where are you?”

You heard his bed creak as he sat up. “The airport. I’m leaving early, I can’t be here anymore.”

He thought carefully about his next words. “Where are you going?”

This time, it was you who chose to answer his question with a question. “That offer from the other night still stand?” A small smile played on your lips.

Javier spoke breathlessly. “Of course.”

A jingle rang out through the loudspeaker above you, signaling that an announcement was about to be made.

‘El vuelo 523 a Laredo ya está abordando.’

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Well friends, that’s it for now! I have a small epilogue planned for this, but otherwise this is the end of the story. Once again thank you SO much for reading this series, your support means the world to me. I love Javier and this story so much and I really hope you can see that in my writing. I hope if you liked this that you’ll stick around, I’ve got some really fun upcoming projects!!! In the next few weeks I’ve got a Mando oneshot dropping, a new Javi series starting, and some Joel miller stuff which I’m super excited about! Things are looking good for September baby 😎

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hawkewatching · 9 months

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Dark Sun (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Chapter 3: Dreamers in Midstride (5,172 words)

Previous Links: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 (Please check chapter 1 for any warnings and tags if you're interested, they are the same here)

Rated Mature for dark themes and some strong language.

Summary:

“There’s no need for these games.”

There are forces at play higher than your understanding. And perhaps, higher than his too.

A/N: I'm so bad at using this site I keep forgetting and/or I'm too unreasonably nervous to post (go read it on AO3 if you have no patience there's a 15th chapter now), I'd like to extend my deepest apologies to anyone on here who is reading this exclusively on this platform please understand that I have severe social anxiety thanks <3 This chapter is wild because I absolutely do not write like this any more, this thing is like a year old, (and I caught at least one tense error that I corrected, I used to have a SERIOUS problem with keeping my tenses consistent that I don't think I have anymore, apologies if they're still out there) but hey I think it's probably okay, I'll try to be quick about posting chapter 4 to make up for it. I always wanted to space this out but never like this, my bad. Enjoy? :)

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You had a dream that felt just a little too real.

This night was the perfect night for it. You never had a reason to doubt that what you saw was all fiction, you mind having painted a perfect portrait of the people you knew in your life. Yet still, you weren't able to shake it, clinging onto the memories of it even though you wanted to forget.

In this dream, you met the friends you had fallen out of contact with, the family members you barely saw anymore, but still wished otherwise, and the good people that you had wronged, all welcoming you back into their lives as if nothing had ever happened. This feeling was fantastic, everyone was happy, and you were all standing together. You were loved, and loving that.

You were in the middle of some dream conversation, the details of which were forgotten even from the moment you woke up. It was probably nonsense, but you felt happy.

You heard a voice ask: “Is everyone here?”

Before anyone can answer, your dream self felt (or the better term perhaps would be ‘acknowledged’) a hand grab you by the ankle, and with a scream, you were pulled through the floor into nothingness.

The shock woke you up, already in seconds you were in a cold sweat.

Sitting at the end of the bed, sideways to your feet was Harrow, already staring right at you. You noticed immediately that there was something behind his eyes this time. Concern. You didn’t know he had it in him. His mouth hung open a tiny bit, betraying that you had surprised him, for once.

The way he looked told you everything you needed to know. The scream was real.

“Are you alright?” For once, you welcome his soft questioning, and it brings you some comfort.

“Yeah. Just a bad dream.” You told half of the truth, unable to quite let go of the ideal world you’d been pulled out of, and still in shock. You were already recovering, though. You would be fine soon enough, with or without his help.

“What was it about?” He sounded curious when he asked, but his expression had returned to the same it always was, a little too distant to really be caring. Usually, he’d have nothing behind those eyes, but this time you swore you caught a glimpse of something.

He can’t hide it. He does care.

“Shouldn’t you already know? I’m waiting for your explanation.” You tiredly grumbled, deciding you’d rather not relieve the memory no matter how much he wanted you to.

You caught him smiling to himself as he looked away for a moment, his gaze drifting downwards. “Dreams are not representative of your soul. At least,” he finally looked your way, the smile all but gone, “not the sleeping kind.”

Your face furrowed, unsatisfied with that answer. “Okay, but can’t they still mean something? Dreams can be based in reality, can’t they? There were people in that dream that I knew, and they acted how I remembered them.” You surprised yourself with the passion you’d found disputing him. You already knew full well where this had come from, though. This was the first time he hadn’t given you a real answer.

He gave a defeated sigh. “The first rule of dreams is to never treat them as if they were real. I’ve learned that from experience.”

“What are your dreams like?”

Harrow can only give a warm smile, and he reached out his hand, brushing against your cheek. For a moment, you’re captured by the gesture, but you soon begin to notice that it’s his way of dodging the question.

The manipulative motherfucker.

He seemed to read your mind, and got his words in first. “I made you breakfast.” The smile he followed with cushioned his calculated blow.

“Breakfast?” Your confusion, unlike his emotions, was poorly hidden.

“It’s just toast.” He added modestly.

Only now did you remember to look away from his face, and sure enough, he had one hand still next to you, and the other further one grasping a plate with two slices of toast, which he brought towards you. They appeared to be spreaded with jam, but for your mind in a half-awake moment, they looked like blood.

“Oh, thank you.” You managed to slip out, tucking that morbid idea away back in your mind. Harrow gave you a grateful smile in return, carefully bringing himself to his feet. As always, he was accompanied by that sickly crunch that made you wince as if you’d heard it for the first time all over again.

Suddenly, perhaps brought back to reality by that horrible wake-up call, you were able to finally put your dreaming thoughts behind you and realise that he'd been watching you. Waiting for you. That made you feel uneasy. “How long have you been here?”

His answer was immediate, smooth and calming. “Don’t concern yourself with that.”

His delivery alone almost has the power to put your questions away, but you resist his efforts, raising an eyebrow. “I’m concerned anyway.”

He gave a dry chuckle. “As long as I wasn’t in your dreams, I was only here for a few moments.”

That doesn’t instil you with confidence, but when you finally touch your toast, it is still warm. Very warm, in fact. There must have been some truth to that statement.

When you look up from your plate, he’s standing by your door, ready to open but not quite ready to leave. For a moment, your eyes lock with one another, and he continues to linger, not daring to blink. You’re not sure what to give him, so you wait for his move.

But he never makes a move. He breaks the gaze and, looking conflicted, leaves without another word. You could tell he didn’t quite know what to do with you, wondering if, perhaps, you were the problem. You remembered what he had told you before: “If you give me nothing, I can’t give you anything either.” You had to give something to him.

He wasn’t in my dream. Unless he was the one that woke me up.

***

It had been a while since you had heard from Harrow, so much so that you were starting to get suspicious.

His absence was understandable, he was a busy man, since you had touched down the Alps you’d barely seen him at all, caught up in whatever he was working on.

And yes, you had now travelled halfway across Europe with him. This wasn’t special treatment, really. He had hand-picked a few of his most loyal followers to accompany him. People he trusted. You qualified for that, apparently, and when he had told you this, his gaze searing into your soul like a threat, there was no option to say no.

You knew for sure you were not the most loyal, and you didn’t quite know if he even trusted you, but what was clear was that he wanted you to be with him. You felt, almost, like his favourite, and the socially-starved attention seeker in you liked that.

But in light of that, you found it strange that he had left you to your own devices so quickly.

The cause comes first, I’d imagine.

He was too busy attending to the locals on his first night, which you also understood. Some of which appeared suspicious and… armed? You didn’t quite believe that, and chose not to. The rest were people like yourself, other, innocent cult members.

Goddamn, am I a cult member now? I don't know if I'm ready to accept that.

His presence to them was a rare occurrence, and a blessing. You remembered vividly how they had reacted to him, and from a distance during your evening soup you had watched those people listen to his every word as if they were his last.

All he did, it appeared, was be there. He was polite, but not much more. He was a part of their conversations, and he brought something to all of them. He was, to these people, their world.

So why isn’t he mine?

No! Don’t think that! You don’t need that.

You felt so embarrassed with your own thoughts. You only assumed it could be longing, something that you never expected to feel about him. He had promised to keep you close, made you feel special, and now it wasn’t so. You wanted him to keep that promise. You wanted him with you.

You remembered thinking something like that in the middle of your soup and nearly spitting it out at the idea. A couple of people gave you strange looks, but the only one that mattered didn’t see. That was probably for the best.

It was now morning, and quickly you were being faced with a problem. You were requested, no, required, to attend the ceremony, the very same one that had introduced you to all of this.

For a few reasons, you couldn’t bring yourself to go. One, you hadn’t bought into his beliefs. Not totally, anyway. There was a little bit too much implied murder for you liking. And speaking of which, two, you found the ceremony deeply uncomfortable on your first visit, and rathered you didn’t experience it again. You still didn’t know what happened to all those that failed judgement and at this point, you didn’t want to know. Blissful ignorance felt better than the truth in this world.

Lastly, you knew it wouldn’t further your goals in any way. If you wanted to see him again, it was best to catch him at another time. You doubted he’d notice if you weren’t there, attendance was supposed to be high. You were just one, in say, fifty. Your presence, or lack thereof, wouldn’t matter.

But a fear that Harrow wouldn’t understand any of those reasonings compelled you to at least consider still going. Even though every part of your mind was screaming not to. As it became more obvious that you were buying into all of this cult behaviour, you grasped at any last, desperate attempt to back out, even if you knew it was all futile.

You couldn’t help but pace around your room, the thoughts eating away at you. It was about half an hour until the ceremony started, and you supposed Harrow was probably gone by now. The location was not nearby, and he was one for preparation. In light of that, you felt a desire for some fresh, foreign air, and decided that a walk outside would clear your head.

With a sigh, you opened the door to leave, but you stopped mid-breath at the sight across from you.

Son of a bitch!

No, you couldn’t conceal the words in your mind.

“Son of a bitch! You scared the crap out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Harrow replied. The way he leaned forwards on the cane, looking at you with watery eyes, certainly screamed apologetic, but the playful little smile he gave seemed to suggest that wasn’t quite true.

You began to recover from your scare, and after observing his lack of seriousness, you played along. “You could have knocked.”

His smile began to fade. “I wasn’t sure if you were in. If you were going to the ceremony, you would have left by now.” He had the energy of a scolding parent, and you imagined he got some kind of inner satisfaction from calling you out.

“Same goes for you.” You answered back.

He smirked, looking down for a moment as his fingers rubbed the cane. “I will be on time regardless of what happens.” His head suddenly bolted back up, gaze staring straight through. “What about you?”

You scoffed. “I’ll be there.”

His head tilted. “Will you?” His questioning is soft, and doesn’t pressure you.

“Of course.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t lie to me.” He added your name, slowly and deliberately, sending a shiver down your spine.

He knows. Of course he knows.

You weren’t lying to him. At least not intentionally. You decided to lean into that latter fact, unsure of what to do other than continue to feign innocence. “What are you talking about?” You asked.

A smile formed on his face again, soft and comforting. “There’s no need for these games. If you’re scared to go today, the least you could do is tell me. Let me help you.” There’s no anger even after knowing of your lies, just a compassionate air to him that you liked to see.

Lost for words, you stuttered your way into a reply. “I don’t know what to say-”

He took a step forward, breaking his gaze for a moment to make sure he did so correctly. “You don’t have to say anything.” Soon, he is back to staring at you, but that, and his assurance, strangely puts you at ease. “Just listen to me. I would like you to be there today. I would like to be able to see you while all of this happens. You are the living reminder that no matter what happens, no matter what I have to do, everything will be alright. That is more important to me than you may possibly understand.”

You didn’t quite expect that. All this time he had felt so distant, so outside of your world, but the idea that you were even a part of his, let alone so important to it? You’d never been like that to anyone before. It was exactly what you needed to hear.

You were lost for words, but tried to find them anyway. “I understand. It’s just-”

“Just what?” He interrupted, head tilting again, seemingly with impatience.

“I’m scared, alright?” You snapped, but soon found yourself holding back tears, overwhelmed by everything.

You didn’t really know what exactly you were scared of, other than just, everything. Scared of the mandatory cult activity, scared of lying to him and scared of screwing everything up somehow. That was something you knew you had to keep to yourself, and now it was out there for him to use as he pleased. That scared you the most. You actually cried at that thought.

Almost immediately he responded by moving in for a hug, which you did not reject. His soft words next to your ear made all your thoughts stop. You wanted him to stay there. “There’s no need to be. You are under my protection, and Ammit’s. From this point onwards, we’re going to make sure you never feel like that again. Can you accept my help?”

You felt yourself hold him tighter, trying to find the breath for words without your tears. “I don’t know-”

He cut you off, perfectly calm in complete contrast. “We’ll figure this out together, okay?” He doesn’t even hesitate before his next words. “I love you.”

At those mere three words, your mind threw away all of its doubts, and butterflies swarmed your stomach. The thought of him feeling that way filled you with overwhelming feelings that you didn’t quite know what to do with.

Despite everything he had told you, you couldn’t help but have moments where you forgot that he cared. He seemed too far away to get that close, surely. He always found a way to surprise you. You hated that. What you would have given to have every detail of his being in your mind so that you’d know how to play around him. So that he couldn’t trip you up like this. So that he didn’t make you feel this way. He made you feel truly loved.

“I’ll see you later.” You could hear his smile and feel his breath on the side of your head. You were all too familiar with the way he spoke to you there. It was his promise, or his hidden threat. He already knew that you would be coming. You would not disappoint him.

He didn’t give you time to talk that out or think it through a little, because before you knew it he was walking away, and not a single thought could linger in your mind as the sound of crunching penetrated it. Irked by the noise, you selfishly wondered if everything he did was to hurt you in little ways, before realising something darker.

He does all this to hurt himself.

***

You’d been here before.

Not literally, but standing around with a group full of strangers, trying desperately to buy into their mindset and just… not quite getting here. This was familiar. You’d been there weeks ago, the only difference was that the first time was on a cold London evening and this was a sunny, but still cold, midday in the Alps.

Only when you considered that did you realise that everything had happened so quickly. One impulse trip for answers and suddenly you’re on an alpine holiday.

Could be worse.

One key distinction to be made this time was that you felt safe. Last time, you’d been so afraid of sticking out, and anxious over the fact that you didn’t know what was happening. But this time you were fairly certain of how things would go, and you were now armed with the experience to blend in. To everyone else, you would just be a face in the crowd.

But you knew full well that Harrow was not everyone else. If he noticed you the first time, before everything had happened between you, on the second run you could practically feel him staring into your soul when he wasn’t even there. He had requested that you’d be here and you obliged him.

You weren’t doing this for yourself, not at all. You were doing it for him.

This would have been around the time that alarm bells went off in your mind again, but this time was different. You didn’t mind doing something for him. He hadn’t given you much of a choice in the past but this time, you felt as if you truly chose to play by his rules, rather than being tricked into his games. You could have told him no, but you had decided against it. In a sense, that was freedom, and the thought of it felt as if a great weight had been lifted off of you.

In this situation, you weren’t scared, and you knew exactly what you were doing. That was why, for the first time, you didn’t feel nervous when you heard that crunching. Even when the air seemed to shift, you still didn’t quite understand how he was capable of having such a presence, you stood your ground. You knew what was coming.

The people around you lowered their heads a little. You didn’t feel pressured by their bizarre antics, and did not follow suit. I was not that you didn’t respect their revered leader, it’s just that you couldn’t see things the same way as them. You liked Harrow. In fact, you probably liked him a little too much, but not in the same way. You didn’t want to place him above you. You wanted him as your equal.

You were not quite sure if you wanted yourself equal to him or himself equal to you. There was quite the difference.

When Harrow stepped up in front of everyone, only a few feet from you, once again almost as if taking centre stage for a one-man show of strange happenings, you could have sworn you felt his stare pass over you for half a second. You didn’t doubt that he was watching for your response, because you knew he wasn’t going to be surprised by your presence. He’d made certain you’d be here. The only thing he couldn’t control was your feelings.

“Good morning. It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? Almost like we’re in heaven. Only it’s not heaven, is it? Can’t you feel it too? The darkness, everywhere. All around us, sometimes hiding in our very hearts.”

How many times has he had to say this nonsense?

You observed the way he spoke, convicted, absolutely, without a doubt, but that soft-spoken manner of his hides it so well. The intensity, the insanity, is hidden behind layers that no one else seemed to be aware of. You realised that you knowing this at all was a gift given to exclusively yourself.

You should be grateful. But you’re more confused by why he would allow you to know this, or if he even did so knowingly.

“We’re here to make the Earth as much like heaven as possible. But before we begin, one among us isn’t fully within our cause. That changes today.” You recognise the way he calls your name, the veiled threat always in his voice now barely hiding. “Come.”

You felt your stomach drop. It was bad enough that he stared at you with pressuring intensity, but even worse when the crowd all turned to face you, somehow even less behind their eyes than Harrow ever had. He had a hand extended in your direction and the wind picked up his hair slightly, amplifying his threatening aura.

Run. RUN!

How you wanted to. How you wished you could in this moment. It might have been a combination of factors, from the pressure to your own nervousness to the fact that this man had a hold on you that you could not escape; or perhaps just one of those things, but you were stuck, and you had to obey.

You took a few cautious steps forward, gingerly raising your hand to meet him. His touch was soft, but cold. On contact, he gave you a small, friendly smile. “You’ve been observing, learning. Now, you’re ready.”

You knew that none of that was necessarily true, and he more than likely knew the same, even with the total confidence that he spoke of you with. He’d outmanoeuvred you with his words, again.

This is a trap.

He turned his gaze away from you and towards his silent audience. “Ammit is ready to accept you as one of her own.”

What does he even mean?

Your mind frantically tried to put the pieces together, but he made that much more difficult for you when you felt him grab your wrists, the contact rushing in all sorts of different, less relevant ideas. You would have welcomed it if you didn’t know exactly what he was doing, the clearest indication coming when the cane slipped between the two of you once again.

You vividly remembered the first judging, and how long it had lasted. You occupied your mind knowing that it would all be over soon. After a few moments, you were ready to let yourself go when you felt him grip you tighter, and saw his soft smile drop. Expressionless, and practically holding you captive, you felt panic seep in. Something was wrong.

In your desire to distract the awkwardness, and desperate to make it go away, you glanced away. The moment you did so, you felt him hold tighter still, even feeling one of his nails dig into your skin, causing you to wince.

“Look at me.” His words escaped in a low growl, so quiet that you doubted anyone in the audience heard them. “Don’t stop looking at me.” He sounded strangely aggressive.

You felt a tingling sensation on your arm, but your eyes were prevented from trying to see what was happening there, if anything, by the power of his words. His stare burned into you, not past you like usual, but straight at you, so strong you felt it would cut straight through. Those eyes were the only indication of anything going on in his mind. This was different. He hadn’t even looked like this the last time he tested you. Something about him was truly menacing.

Sure, he’d told you the same thing last time, but not like this. Before, he had demanded this of you, this time, for the first time, the threat had come to the surface. If only you could read that unreadable mind in the way that he could crack yours, because this moment scared you, and you were desperate for some clarity.

After what feels like an eternity, the wait causing you to feel your heartbeat in your own head, he lets go. You see green on his arm, the same result. His smile returned as if nothing had happened.

“This is the face of a good woman.” He declares, placing a hand on your shoulder in assurance.

Confused and overloaded by everything that had happened, you don’t react, but your eyes finally find the courage to glance away from him. They drift below to your right arm, and you’re shocked by an unfamiliar sight. Those damned scales had made their mark on you. The same as Harrow’s, facing the reverse direction. His own sign was now a part of you.

I’m going to be sick.

Your legs felt weak. You were now in for real. You didn’t ask for this, and despite everything, you didn’t think you really wanted it.

How did you not see this coming, you idiot?

And all of those things that Harrow had told you, how important it was for you to be here today, did that really mean anything? You remembered how much he had insisted that he didn’t force this judgement on people. And yet, he had just done that with a second thought. Had he really been honest? Did he care about you in that way? You weren’t sure what to believe anymore.

Overwhelmed by how you were now officially, for better or for worse, all in on the insanity, and most importantly, what you perceived as a total betrayal on Harrow’s part, you felt your eyelids become heavy. Your ears were ringing, but you could have sworn you heard him speak your name, but the context was lost on you. Before you could even wonder what was going on, the world went to black.

He said all of that to get me here. This was more than just a trap. He sealed my fate.

***

Have you ever had a dream that felt too real? That was the question Harrow had to ask himself.

He doesn’t quite know where he is, standing in darkness. The nocturnal kind, which he knows well. But it may as well be a dark void, and he knows that the location does not truly matter.

In a gust of wind and the blink of an eye, a figure appears in front of him. Someone he hoped to never see again. Staring somehow with those empty sockets, that great beak far too close to his head, once again in his dreams he is forced to confront his great tormentor, Khonshu.

His first instinct is to step back, and when his foot goes back towards the ground, it touches something different. He already recognises the sensation before he looks. The ground is now layered with an inch of blood.

“It’s not enough.” A deep voice scolds him, always so vague, but he knows exactly what he means.

Khonshu’s skull tilted with a ghastly click, and stepped forward, blood rising around them.

Harrow finds his voice gone, his mouth opened to reject the abuser, but no sound came out. He can only stand helpless as the blood rises to his ankles, then his knees.

“It’s not enough.” The moon god repeats.

It goes past the waist. The chest. The shoulders. Soon only his head is above the rising liquid, almost fully consumed. In another blink, the end of that beak is about to touch his face.

“It’s not enough!” Now the god shouts out, his voice echoing in the void, and persisting even after he’s submerged. For far too long, he is forced to endure the sensation of drowning, and even though he knew it to be a dream, it still felt uncomfortably real. He hated it. He wished for it to end.

In a flash of light, it was all over. His eyes snap open, but they don’t see what they’re expecting. He awoke in a bright, white room. He’s not in a bed, but in a chair, and sitting at a desk across from him is a man that he does not instantly recognise.

While he comes to his senses, he can’t quite see clearly for a moment. His mind is distant and it shows when he can barely hear the words being said to him. “Arthur, you alright?” The man asks, and when he chuckles, he finally recognises the sound. It’s exactly how he sounds. “Thought I lost you there for a moment.”

Sitting across from Harrow was, for lack of a better description, himself. He is not exactly the same, though. It may have been himself, but he was presented completely differently. Short hair, thin glasses and a goofy little moustache. The way he was dressed was somehow both smart and dorky. Harrow was grateful he didn’t look like that.

“What?” At first, that was all he was able to get out. Shortly after, a quiet “Who are you?” followed.

“It’s alright, I’m your doctor.” The doctor was the complete opposite of his patient, assured in the absurd moment. He gave a polite smile. ”If you need a moment to process things, that’s alright. I won’t rush you. You did just wake up.”

A small amount of confusion overtook Harrow. The information he was being given didn’t make much sense. Such is the nature of dreams, he supposed. “Where am I?”

The doctor scoffed in shock. “You really don’t remember? I suppose this isn’t the right place, or the right time. It’s not making sense to you yet, is it? That’s alright. We can work towards that.”

“I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?” That was the only explanation that made sense to him. Certainly none of this was real, was it?

“Dreams can be based in reality, can’t they?” The doctor raised an eyebrow. “I know you’ve heard that one before.”

Harrow recognised that line, but didn’t pay it much mind. “But this doesn’t make any sense.”

The doctor leaned forward in his chair, head tilting a little. “Because I am you? Because you’re talking to yourself?” His questioning had suddenly become more serious.

“We’re not the same.” Harrow was unfazed, and refused to play along. He wasn’t quite sure of his endgame, but chose to still stand his ground, wherever this would take him.

“You’re right about that. We want different things.” The doctor only gave a warm smile at that defiant answer.

“What do you want?” He asked, seeing no choice but to oblige the too-familiar stranger.

The doctor chuckled again. “To help you.” His answer was condescending, as if obvious.

Harrow gave him a suspicious look. “I don’t need help.”

The doctor gave Harrow’s own half-smile in amusement. “You’ve spent so much time trying to help people, have you ever stopped to try help yourself?” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. ”We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

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Nyx reads Six of Crows (pt.1)

I didn't want to annoy anyone with too much spamming so this is just my general thoughts while reading! (PLEASE DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO READ THIS HALF OF IT IS GOING TO BE ME BEING DUMB AS HELL SO)

(updating every day, so you guys can keep up with my thoughts in real-time without TOO much spam :))

LIKE I SAID THERE'S NO PRESSURE TO READ IT AND HONESTLY IF IT GETS ANNOYING JUST BLOCK THE TAG #★nyx reads soc! AND YOU WON'T SEE IT ANYMORE I GET IT'LL PROBABLY BE TOO MUCH CONSIDERING THERE ARE 40 SOME CHAPTERS NO HARD FEELINGS 😭

part 2

SPOILERS BELOW!!!!

Started reading: 1/18/23

Finished reading: 2/4/23

Alright, since I didn't start this at the beginning of the book, I'm gonna summarize my thoughts from Chapters 1-4 in a few sentences:

AWWW JOOST AND ANYA SO CUTE, omgggg I'm in love with Inej AND Kaz, is this new? Nope. Uh oh, the girlfriend is gonna get killed. DAMN KAZ THE THREATS 💀 Jesper is so me. NOOOO JOOST. AND ANYA??? Who the hell is that. WHO TF IS JORDIE???? SLAY INEJ!!! Aww, new ship you guys!!!

Ok, that's all hope people understand it and if you don't, too bad. JOKING LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

Starting at chapter 5 guys

Kaz is actually so smart

Oh Jordie is older-

I mean I assumed he was his brother but I thought he was younger

MEETING NINA!!!! (Ives said I'd like her)

omg. I'm in love with her. She has said one thing.

HIM BUYING STOCKS FROM THAT OLD MAN BECAUSE OF NINA💀

I can't believe they're only 17

I'm trying to be like Kaz

interested in Matthias like a lot

chapter 6 now

I wonder what Matthias did

omg another new ship

I'm still confused about the costumes

this prison feels like hell

so many gangs

WTF IS THAT THING

ROARS LIKE A LION

LOOKS LIKE A SNAKE THING

WHAT

AHH WTF I'M GONNA CRY

NOT PEKKA AGAIN

who would actually think of something like this 😦

It's sick

not sick in a cool way

sick in a WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL way

YOU'RE RIGHT NINA IT IS DISGUSTING

HOW ARE PEOPLE WATCHING THIS IN GOOD CONSCIENCE

ok maybe for the sick fucks

THEY CHOOSE TO DO IT

FUCK THE BENEFITS NO WAY I'M DOING THAT

omg they bet on it.

crying, screaming

"I'm mad at you, too" "I don't know yet. I just am." -me coded

oh Nina...this won't end well

ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!!

my two sides fighting ^^

NOT HIS HAIR

oh she down bad

Don't tell me killing wolves is against his morals- or his country's morals-

Omg. IT'S AGAINST HIS FUCKING MORALS- SOBBING SCREAMING PULLING MY HAIR OUT WTF

WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH

HE'S WISHING THEM FAREWELL 😭

IT'S TRYING TO KILL HIM AND HE'S PRAYING FOR THEM

AHHHHHH-

HE'S CRYING.

HE. IS. CRYING.

😭😭😭😭

I'm hurt, you guys. Very hurt. Might cry. Probably will.

Do you guys see how sensitive I am yet?

WHAT DID YOU DO NINA???

HIS MOTHER 😭 KAZ I CANNOT RN

Kaz is a slay per usual

I love the word barbaric

such a funny word

Kaz is literally a genius

No I won't stop saying that because he is

I just rolled my eyes so much I could see my fucking brain

Am I the only one who hates when guys act tough?

"I can take it" STFU AND LET HER DO HER WORK 😡

WHY TF IS HE CALLED GOOD BOY I WANNA BE CALLED GOOD GIRL BY KAZ WTF 😡

y'all I don't know who said that cause it wasn't me.

anyways

...oh such a lovely reunion!!! how romantic!!!!!

Chapter 7 ALONG WITH Part 2!!!!

first pov from Matthias!

we left off where he was choking her and now he's dreaming of her???

trying to be like them fr JOKING JOKING

Matthias would like Taylor Swift

I mean he used one of her song titles in one of his first sentences!!!

He's so me

just realized that said hunted instead of haunted

crying actually

I thought we had something Matthias.

now with me those instances would be switched, kissing Nina sounds very pleasant actually

oh Matthias is down bad too

SLAYYYY

MATTHIAS YOU HORNY BASTARD

Sorry that's rude BUT TRUE APPARENTLY???

OMG MATTHIAS GET OVER YOURSELF AND JUST KISS HER HOLY SHIT

Me thinks this is a enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again arc

JESPER'S HERE TOO? WOOHOO, THAT'S MY FAV FR!!!

I say that about everyone idek which one is actually my fav

"Boys like you weren't meant to get ideas, Helver," YOU TELL HIM KAZ!!!

"that Jesper character" HE IS CERTAINLY A CHARACTER INDEED BUT I LOVE HIM FOR IT

My girl killed something that no one had survived before her

Love her sm ❤

Kaz is a lot of things but at least he's honest about it 💀

LEARN HER NAME MATTHIAS 😭

I LOVE JESPER SM

my lord I think he wants to kill Nina, just a thought though

bro Nina fucked him up

GRISHA CORRUPTION??? HOLY SHIT THEY DO HATE THE GRISHA NINA WASN'T EVEN EXAGGERATING

Matthias drop the witch thing, it's getting annoying

A STORK- HE JUST CALLED JESPER A STORK 💀

THE DEMON. MY GOD HE LOVES NAME CALLING

SO SET ON THE KILLING THING MY GOD

oh he's so salty I love it

me thinks she will think about you, often (it's disgusting and I can't stop)

my lord Matthias, never getting on your bad side

does he genuinely think Kaz is a demon? like a demon demon?

New character y'all

OMG ANOTHER REMINDER THEY'RE ALL HELLA YOUNG

THEY SEEM SO MUCH OLDER

VAN ECK???

Chapter 8 IN JESPER'S POV!!!

I love Jesper he's so me

WTF HIS CHAPTER IS SO SHORT (I say as I've been complaining to myself about how long the chapters are)

Jealous? I know what you are Jesper.

It's ok me too

JOKING JOKING

or am I?

Y'ALL LEAVE THIS POOR KID ALONE

THEY'RE ALL GOING IN ON HIM

don't have a repeat of Joost. Istfg I will sob. don't try me.

hey, hey. flute is cool too. (ok not as cool as piano but don't tell him I said that)

JESPER 😭

Wylan give me all your belongings rn.

Ofc Kaz is unfazed, it's Kaz tf do you expect?

JESPER I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH

Nina provoking him won't do any good 😭

God the dynamic between Jesper and Wylan

I want what they have

"You're all horrible" YOU WOKE UP AND IMMEDIATELY STARTED TRYING TO STRANGLE SOMEONE YOU HAVE NO RIGHT. 💀

KAZ IS SO. SMART.

OMGGGG WYLAN 😭

"No" "it looks like a target" NOW THAT'S A SLAY

Chapter 9 ANOTHER SHORT ONE!!!

HA KAZ PAIRED JESPER WITH HIM

I feel a new ship brewing

Kaz ships Jesper and Wylan confirmed

KAZ IS SO FUNNY

Can you guys tell I like Kaz yet?

MATTHIAS IS ADORABLE

He'd probably try to kill me if I said that to him

But I only speak the truth!!!

I take that back

how stupid do you have to be to attack Kaz?

Kaz being the best per usual

Chapter 10, INEJ!!!

MY GIRL HAS RETURNED!!!

Can't believe I've already read like 5 chapters today

But some of these have been short, this chapter is too

And it has still taken me like 4 hours I think, I'm a really slow reader 😭

anyways

Inej and Kaz's dynamic never fails to make me laugh 💀

oh...guys now why would you say that

oh no the silent treatment 💀

KAZ WHY WOULD YOU SAY THATTTT

Inej's parents were the blueprint

THE FLOWERSSSSS

omg that place sounds horrible.

AHHH NO INEJ

oml my heart is racing

LYNX IS NOT HER NAME 😡

omg she names her knives I love her

I want to know more about her Saints

her knives mean as much to her as Jesper's guns mean to him

WTF DO YOU MEAN IT EXPLODED

NO. NO WAY.

Chapter 11, JESPER AGAIN ❤❤❤

y'all gonna explain the explosion???

WHO ARE YOU SHOOTING AT JESPER

OMG.

"Not a kid" me too Wylan but I also call everyone kid so 🤷

omg Kaz you're a lifesaver, literally

ok it's official, yeah there's def 3 ships here

I know what you guys are.

Matt DIDN'T use his first opportunity to kill Nina? DEVELOPMENT!!!

I am calling him Matt from now on

IT'S TOO FUNNY

AHHH JESPER-

IS HE INSANE?

BETTER THAN WINNING AT GAMBLING?

I'LL TAKE THE CARDS PLEASE WHAT-

"you can't kiss me from down there" SO YOU WANT HIM TO KISS YOU?????? CAUGHT YOU BITCH/j

OH YEAH WYLAN!!! PROVE THOSE BITCHES WRONG!!! YOU ARE USEFUL!!! SLAYYYY

Lawd this chapter brought my heart rate up

Chapter 12, MY BELOVED AGAIN!!!

WHY ARE THESE CHAPTERS SO SHORT

the ones in the beginning were so long

wtf happened

Who cares PARTAY

I hate long chapters

aw not the fucking black tips again

MULTIPLE GANGS?

WITH HIS BARE HANDS 😦

AHHH SO MUCH STRESS- INEJ ISTFG

OMG INEJ SLAY I LOVE THAT FOR YOU I CANNOT

INEJJJ

Omg you worried me.

Kaz to the rescue again

omg.

crying.

she's not gonna die but lord-

ISTFG.

AHHHHHHHHH

this book has a habit of ending the chapters on very worrying notes.

anyways.

Chapter 13, Kaz

scared fr ngl

another short chapter as well

omg he loves her so much

but I love her more so he can fuck off.

JOKING LOVE YA KAZ

trying to steal my girl though 🙄

HIS WRAITH

SOBBING, SCREAMING, PASSING OUT, RIPPING MY HAIR OUT.

STOMPED 💀 HE'S SUCH A CHILD I LOVE HIM

Awww they're so cute together... (Wylan and Jesper)

oh...now Kaz....his eye socket?

OH HIS EYE.

KAZ.

OH HE JUST- THREW IT OVERBOARD- NO CARE IN THE WORLD-

OH AND THE HANDKERCHIEF.

OK I LIKE IT PICASSO.

KAZ. ISTG. I CANNOT.

FUCKING ROLLINS? I SWEAR THIS MF JUST NEEDS TO GET THE FUCK OUT OMG-

well bye ig

Don't mess with Inej guys you get your eye taken out and get thrown overboard

deserved

KAZ IS SCARY THOUGH HOLY SHIT

AND THE MY WRAITH THING AGAIN

I CAN'T.

JESPERRRR

I need to know what tf happened with Jordie.

Chapter 14!!! Nina is backkkk

This one is VERY long and by long I mean 15 pages so honestly I'm being dramatic.

Honestly the gang tattoo sounds like it'd look really good

YES NINA SEES IT TOO

Inej and Nina together>>>>

Best friends I say

I wonder if people ship them

I mean I guess I can see it idk yet though

Jesper and Inej 🤝 finding comfort in deathly weapons

Oh Jesper please don't start crying cause I will too

they're all so smart

how tf she know all those languages

y'all I don't think I like Zoya all that much

ONCE AGAIN SHE'S SO SMART

MATTTTT

omg she said he looks like a painting

crying, screaming

oh Nina..

um...everyone makes mistakes! you'll be ok!

ew. um. I would rather die, actually.

Me thinks Jarl Brum is a little bitch

I wish I understood all the words they're saying

NO. FUCKING. WAY. I'M GONNA LOSE MY MIND IF THEY DO WHAT I THINK THEY'RE IMPLYING.

oh some boy to the rescue

oh nvm.

NINA YESSSS SLAY

WHAT DID SHE JUST SAYYYY UGHHHHH

omg she's going to kill him!!!

I support women's rights but I also support their wrongs

joking I know she won't kill him

ooh she called out the name calling too

glad I'm not the only one

OMG NINA YOU DID WHAT

YOU'RE RIGHT HE DOES HAVE A RIGHT TO DISLIKE YOU 😦

I don't though, still love you SUPPORT WOMEN'S WRONGS!!! (/j)

OMG THIS HURTS.

I'M GONNA CRY-

Last chapter of this part, Chapter 15, Matty boy's perspective

Back to the short chapters

oh...violent per usual

WYLAN BITING THE DISK 💀

oooh Brum died? YIPEE!!!

omg Kaz 😭

HE'S SO IN LOVE

Kaz scary sometimes

AWWW HE'S WARMING UP TO WYLAN

"my ghost won't associate with your ghost)" MATTYYY 💀

CHAPTER 16, along with part 3, AND AN INEJ POV!!!

oh she's crying-

BEST FRIENDS!!!!!

3 DAYS?????

HELPPP THIS FRIENDSHIP IS EVERYTHING

I feel like Kaz has a death wish

OMG I NEED THEM TOGETHER. SHE CARES SO MUCH FOR HIM.

I LOVE INEJ AND NINAAAAA

not her bullying her singing 💀

THEY LITERALLY KIDNAPPED HER

THESE POOR CHILDREN

Chapter 17, AND JESPERRRRRRRR

I'd probably jump too, seems boring

HELP BOTHER WYLAN

they love each other

ok Wylan, come on now

JESPER IS JUST LIKE ME BRO

oh the lovers are quarreling

HELP "You're not dead!" JESPER 💀

Y'all...it's a good thing I'm a multi-shipper.../hj

"YOU'RE NOT INVITED" 💀

am I though?? I love waffles

Jesper is a people watcher

LIKE I SAID JUST LIKE ME FR

"Would it kill him to smile every once in a while" "very possibly" YALL 😭

Inej and Jesper friendship supremacy

omg Jesper loves Kaz

me too

AND HE ASKS ABOUT WYLAN

THEY'RE IN LOVE

WHAT

WITH HIS TUTOR???

SLAY WYLAN

SHE READ THE LETTERS I CAN'T

HE DOESN'T LIKE THE OCEAN EITHER????

JESPER WE'RE JUST SO CONNECTED

I told you Jesper has a crush on Kaz. "feeling his cheeks heat" I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

idek if I'm joking at this point not

THEY'RE THE BEST CHARACTERS OUT OF THE WHOLE BOOK

I LOVE THEM YOU GUYS I LOVE THEM

alright day 2 (or 3, can't remember) of you guys putting up with my total BULLSHIT

Chapter 18, KAZZZZ

my husband fr

and Inej's

TRYING TO FIND AN EXCUSE TO TALK TO HER 😭

Kaz always has something over someone 💀

"tell me you know that. He needed her to say it." "He needed to know she believed him." HE WANTS HER TO TRUST HIMMMM

NO.

JORDIE.

OH THAT BITCH

BRO ISTFG

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

CRYING SCREAMING PASSING OUT OMG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I WANNA-

BE RID OF THIS DISTRACTION? KAZ BREKKER. ISTFG IF YOU LOSE HER BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID TRAIN OF THOUGHT I'LL CRY.

KAZ BREKKER. 😡😡😡

BRO "He didn't want Inej." YOU JUST FUCKING SAID-

OH. THAT'S A HORRIBLE WAY TO DIE- POOR KAZ'S DAD-

HE GREW UP ON A FARM.

KAZ IS A FARMER BOY.

THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY.

this is gonna be sad.

oh he liked the omelets :(

OMG HES SO INNOCENT

FUCK NOT WCS

OMG I CAN'T DO THIS RN

HE BLAMES HIMSELFFFFF

I'M GONNA SOB

JORDIEEEE

NOOO YOU JINXED IT

actually about to start crying

knowing Jordie dies hurt

WHERE IS SASKIA NOW

"That seems like cheating" and he does it now :(

omg Filip not a good idea

AHHH

he didn't.

he didn't just trick some helpless CHILDREN right?

OMFG HE DID.

OH THE RIBBON

OH THE METAPHOR

OMG OUCH HOLY SHIT

Chapter 19, Matty boy is back

Feel like it hasn't been his pov in forever

It's only been 4 chapters.

Embarrassing on my part 💀

anyways this chapter is so long

20 pages this time

still not that long but longer than the last time I complained about it

anyways

I love Nina

HE CAN SMILE???

He's such a child

it's so funny

Finally they're having contact without them trying to kill each other

OMG HE'S SO IN LOVE

AHHHH in a good way this time

uh oh running out of romance tabs

you ruined it Matty boy

I love that they say that

"Strange people" PLEASE

So real Jesper

Kaz has his priorities straight

money>>>>everyhing/hj

HE LEFT HIS CANE????

omg they just keep going 😭

sometimes I forget they're technically speaking another language

do none of them have mothers

If Matty betrays them istg

Don't pull a Peter Matty boy

Ah fuck I'm out of post-its for my in-book annotations

ugh I should've been better prepared 😭

omg I'm ALSO always in charge of making sure people don't start fighting

ONCE AGAIN, KAZ IS A FUCKING GENIUS.

omg Matty, I love you, but you're getting on my fucking nerves

KAZ PAIRING WYLAN AND JESPER TOGETHER AGAIN

PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO SHIPS HIM

THERE'S NO WAY I'M THE ONLY ONE

AT LEAST YOU FOUND SOMETHING TO AGREE ON 💀

Matty, they ARE crows

HIM IMITATING THE BELLS

Because you're in love Matty boy, that's why

HOW LONG WAS NINA PULLING HIS HEAVY ASS BODY WITH HER? AND USING POWERS?? DAMN

awww they're so cute

if we look past the fact they are very close to death

um...

HE TURNED AROUND FOR HER

Nah I don't think it's intentional I think you just have a dirty mind Matty boy

"Then you're as stupid as you look" SLAY NINA!!!!

OMG MATT GET OVER YOURSELF AND TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES.

IT'S NOT NATURAL FOR SOMEONE TO BE AS STUPID AS HE IS TALL 💀💀💀

A BURLY SQUID????? NINAAA

AHHHH

"He lied. He did like the way she talked."

MATTY

oh god

GO OFF NINA!!!!

HOW IS ONE OF THEM ALIVE?

oh poor Nina

YES NINA STAND YOUR GROUND

Matthias. Yes I just said your real name. That is such a fucked up thing to say.

SLAY NINA

Chapter 20, NINAAA

the ending of the last chapter made me really angry at Matty boy so

also I'm officially halfway through the book!!!

oh Nina loves him so much :/

so down bad

I LOVE THEM

well I get why he hates Grisha if his family was killed by them

WE DON'T EAT BABIES 💀

Matt you do not have fun you seem like the most boring person ever

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD LAUGH I'M CRYING

Nina is so relatable

"Do you ever doubt yourself?"

"All the time." "I just don't show it."

OMG NINA JUST CALLED HIM OUT

fuck out of romance tabs

so cute though

OMG THEY NAME SHARED

AHHHHH

oh he angry

honestly has the right to

Nina now wtf come on

INEJ TO THE RESCUE!!!!

I might actually cry I found more tabs and I don't wanna go back

At least I have them for the future?

I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF CHECKING MY BAG OMFG

IT'S A NEW FUCKING PACK TOO I'M GONNA START SOBBING

Switching general note post-its too BECAUSE THERE WAS A WHOLE FUCKING THING OF THOSE TOO

MY GOD 😭

how do you view Grisha as less than you WHEN THEY ARE LITERALLY BETTER THAN YOU IN SO MANY WAYS

ARE YOU CONTROLLING THE ELEMENTS? I DIDN'T THINK SO

CAN YOU KILL SOMEONE WITHOUT TOUCHING THEM? NOPE.

STAY IN YOUR FUCKING LANE

oh that's fucked up Kaz

ok well Nina is justified in all that

HE DOESN'T WANT IT???

WOOHOO

YIPPEE

HOPEFULLY THEY WON'T TRY TO KILL EACH OTHER NOW

Summing up what I read in school! (so ten pages)

That food was probably disgusting, CANNONS? "WHO KNEW I HAD A TASTE FOR LITERATURE" JESPER 💀. Good plan, but also so incredibly stupid wtf. NINA. Inej's discussion with Matty is so true.

alright continuing chapter 21, INEJ!!!

my wife fr

Bro Jesper is just so me

Bro, I'd give this man the most amazing, mind-blowing, leg-shaking, eye-rolling, breath-taking, sheet-grabbing, sloppiest head he's ever gotten in his entire life

Who said that cause it wasn't me

Def not

anyways

OH NO HE FLINCHED

oh shit they're pressed together

his touch thing

oh fuck

don't cry, don't cry, don't cry

Matty boy scary

"IT LOOKS LIKE LEAVING THEM IN A DITCH" 💀

Nina and Matty boy are so cute 😍

IDEAL FOR FAKING SUICIDES????

This book gives me stress

OMG KAZ I'M GONNA CRY

FAINTED??? SOBBING SCREAMING RIPPING MY HAIR OUT

Chapter 22, KAZZLE DAZZLE

SCARED FR

oh their story is so sad :/

NOOOOOO JORDIE

OH MY GOD.

HE'S SO YOUNG

THIS ISN'T FAIR

I'M ACTUALLY CRYING

HE HAD TO USE HIS BODY

OH HONEY YOU'RE NO MONSTER DON'T SAY THAT

OMG HIM AND INEJ I'M GONNA SOB

OH NO HE'S PANICKING CAUSE INEJ ISN'T THERE

TANKS?

Kaz slays with the quotes per usual

JESPER 💀

OH LORD KAZ I'M GONNA CRY AGAIN

THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES JESPER

oh Kaz :/ I FEEL SO BAD

"Kaz knew the word for cripple in plenty of languages" KAZZZZZZ 😭

SLAY KAZ YOU DO THAT!!!

Chapter 23, JESPER!!!!!

He just like me but my father doesn't understand so 🤷🏻‍♀

THE LEG WAS ASKING FOR IT????? WHAT????

I WANT MORE WYLAN 😡

Love Jesper and Wylan so much

SINCE WHEN IS HE A FABRIKATOR

I LOVE THEM

THEY'RE BOTH FARM BOYS

Y'ALL THAT'S TOO FUNNY TO ME

THE FLIRTINGGGG

Chapter 24, NINA!!!

my other wife

so pretty much all of the Fjerdan are hella tall? scary

THOSE CELLS ARE HORRIBLE

poor Nina

UH OH UH OH UH OH

NOT AN ALARM OMG

Chapter 25, Inej!!!

even his gloves are genius

AH ISTG IF SHE FALLS

THE SHOES???

omg Kaz and Inej 😍

I hate this place.

EW HELEEN IS DISGUSTING

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

"Better terrible truths than kind lies"

so real for that one

please Inej, keep going 😭

THANK YOU RAIN OMG

THE STRESS

YES INEJ, YES IT IS!!!

Chapter 26, my husband

the only thing keeping him alive rn is revenge

KAZ YOU BIT HIM??? 😭

Genius at 9

A ROCK??? BRO KAZ WAS AS RUTHLESS AT 9 AS HE IS NOW

Rietveld

Kaz Rietveld

Idk doesn't have the same ring to it but that might just be because I'm used to Brekker

Kaz should teach me cards imagine how much money I'd get

OMG HE'S HERE?

KAZ

ok y'all I'm gonna start struggling I've used too many images so I have like 3 more chapters I can go between and then I'm gonna have to start a new post

I'm gonna cry

anyways

chapter 27 JESPER!!!

OH I FORGOT ABOUT THE ALARM

ok they're all good

for now

HELP JESPER IS TOO FUNNY THIS IS A SERIOUS SITUATION

NOT THE MENAGERIE 😡

chapter 28, INEJ!!!!

my wife fr

DEMON AGAIN 💀

bro how are they all geniuses

so we have a new plan!!!!!

WDYM MISS THAT LOOK YOU'LL BE SEEING IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

RIGHT? RIGHT??????

I like shiny things

omg I hate this

DON'T SAY THAT

omg Matty said it

JESPER 💀

Omg she's gonna leave.

OMG HE TOUCHED HER.

AHHHH

HE DIDN'T PULL AWAYYYY

omg she'd be such a good captain

they all have horrific backgrounds

I love Nina sm

HELP

"all I can see is your ass" 💀

THEY CALLED HIM A TULIP

BRO THAT'S BETTER THAN THE STORK THING

I CAN'T RN

DON'T FLIRT WITH HIM FLIRT WITH ME

OMG INEJ ISTG IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU

this is the last chapter I'm doing on this post

BUT CHAPTER 29!! MATTY BOY

I love Jesper

Bro loves her so much

we just moving past that??

HE DIDN'T SHOOT!!! WOOHOO!!!

#★nyx reads soc!

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