#but them yelling while racing to their destination??

[natti-ice]

Private Dance- Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Stripper!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, stripping, alcohol consumption, oral sex on reader, p in v, unprotected sex, one night stand, like 2 uses of y/n I’m sorry😭 (2k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

The dimly lit room vibrated from the song that blasted on the speakers at the DJ booth, the alcohol in your system had started to hit and you felt your stress start to leave your body.

Work had been hard for you the past few weeks, you were constantly trying to keep up with deadlines and had no time for yourself. Your friends had noticed that you really needed a break, they suggested you all go out to this new club that had just opened up. You weren't really into the club scene but you figured it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun.

You weren't one hundred percent sure but this didn't seem like a regular club, people were sitting in booths that faced an empty stage instead of being crowded on a big dancefloor. It was a little odd but you didn't think much of it. Most of the groups consisted of middle-aged women drunk off their asses, or young bachelorettes who were also drunk. You could tell from the happy yelling that happened every time a waiter came with more shots.

"Ladies if you'd please direct your attention to the stage, the show is about to begin" cheers immediately erupt from all the women in the room

The music changed to a more sensual song, you were a bit confused but intrigued as to what was about to happen. A man walked out on the stage, then another, then one more. The three men were missing their shirts, all the wore were dress pants and bow ties. That was when it hit you

I'm at a strip club.

The women screamed even louder as the three men began to dance provocatively, thrusting and gyrating to the music.

"You didn't tell me this was a strip club!" You yelled to your best friend who was also screaming for the men

"Sorry hon, this was the only way we knew you'd come" her apology wasn't that sincere since she was enjoying the show too much to care.

You weren't a prude, you just didn't see the appeal in these kinds of places, you didn't want to ruin your friends night so you didn't argue. You watched the show, trying your best to enjoy yourself. The men weren't ugly thankfully, all were fit and decent dancers, there was one who was different though.

He had long shaggy hair the others were clean cut, he had tattoos on his body and he didn't seem like he was trying to appease the crowd. He was just having fun. You watched him the entire performance

After a few minutes the song ended and the men came off the stage, each of them seemed to have different destinations. You were surprised when the long haired man came towards your table. You looked around at your friends to see if they were as confused as you but they all were giddy. Something was up.

"Hello ladies, how are we this evening?" He asked like a gentleman

"Good" your friends said in unison

"That's great to hear, now which one of you is y/n?" Immediately your heart started racing, why was he looking for you

"Ummm I am" you spoke, it sounded more like a question than a statement

"Are you ready for your private dance?"

Your eyes widened, you had no clue what he was talking about "sorry what?" You asked

He was also a bit confused, he looked around at your friends then back to you "sorry, I thought y/n was getting the dance"

"Oh no she is" your best friend pipped up, before leaning over to whisper in your ear "happy early birthday"

"You got me a stripper?" You whisper yelled

"I did, babe you need to loosen up a bit. Take your mind off of work, enjoy yourself" she said before lightly pushing you to get out of the booth. You stood to your feet, now eye to eye with the stripper

"Ready?" He asked

"Umhm" you swallowed

"Right this way" he said before lightly holding your arm to guide you toward the back of the club

You heard many things about these private dances, you knew how this was going to end. You were going to have sex with a stranger, you thankfully had enough alcohol in your system to not over think it.

"What's your name?" You questioned

"It's Eddie" he smiled

He has a very cute smile you thought

Once you two made it to the room he opened the door "ladies first" as he gestured you to walk in, you took a deep breath. It was happening.

He shut the door behind you, the music was muffled but still shook the room. You were nervous but excited, you had never done anything like this before, you had never been to a strip club before let alone receive a private dance from a stripper. 

The lighting was similar to the stage room, the room was furnished with a black leather love seat, a small boom box in the corner, and a round table with drink coasters. You stood in the middle of the room not quite sure what to do with yourself, he noticed your timid movements and placed a gentle hand on your lower back.

"Take a seat, love. No need to be nervous" his voiced calmed your nerves a bit as you followed his order.

He walks over to the boom box and looks through a few cassettes that sit on top

"Is it that obvious?" You ask with a light laugh to hide your embarrassment

"A little" he laughed, he found which tape he wanted and inserted it into the boom box "don't worry, I'll be gentle" he looked up at you and smirked

You heart started to beat a little harder than it was a few seconds ago, the music started playing a moment later, Eddie started to walk over to you. Nothing about him is threatening, his demeanor was friendly and inviting but also seductive. He started to feel the best of the music, moving his body the tempo and humming along. The light hit his body just right, he glistened from the thin layer of baby oil that covered his abdomen. He saw you staring.

Eddie grabbed one of your wrists and brought your hand up to his abs, you instinctively pulled your hand back.

"It's okay" he assures reaching for your hand once more "you can touch them" he lets go of your hand allowing you free rein of his body

You caress his warm skin, he was toned but not ripped, his dress pants were cut low enough his v was showing. You allowed your hands to travel further, mindlessly tracing the curves of his body. He laughed as he watched you enjoy yourself.

He slowly straddled you, your hand hold onto his waist as he caressed your neck. You started to feel a twitch between your legs as he touched you, you wanted to kiss him.

"Are you from around here?" He asked pulling you out of your daze

"Yeah, I don't live that far from here. You?" You replied

"Unfortunately" he laughed but you could tell he meant it "one day me and my band are gonna take off"

"You're in a band?" You asked a bit of excitement in your voice, he nods "that's hot" you whisper, a slight smirk on your face

You didn't know what came over you but you wanted him, bad.

"Oh yeah?" He asked playfully "well lucky for you, I'm yours all night"

He leaned down replacing his hands with his mouth, littering kisses all over your neck moving his way up, light moans left your mouth. He traveled to your ear nibbling on your lobe before he whispered "are you sure you want to do this?"

You knew what he was talking about and you knew you wanted it, "yes" you whispered back

He pulled back slightly before attaching his lips to yours, his lips were soft but his kisses were passionate, his cradled your face deepening the kiss. His free hand moved down to your shirt unfastening the buttons, pulling it off, and exposing your clothed breasts. He palmed one tit before reaching behind and unclasping your bra one handed.

He was a pro.

Once both of your tits were exposed, he stood up without breaking the kiss, he spread your legs a bit allowing him to kneel in front of you.

He broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down your body, you caught your breath as he took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking.

You moaned at the sensitivity of your nipples, you felt yourself becoming wet as thoughts of him fucking you played in your head. After giving your tits the attention they deserve, he continues kissing down your body.

Once he's at your pants, he unbuttons them and slowly starts pulling the down, he doesn't break eye contact in case you want him to stop. After he gets your pants off your left in just your panties and heels. He pulls you forward so your ass was at the edge of the loveseat, he starts kissing your inner thigh, this sends tingles up your spine. He hovers over your clothed cunt, his warm breath excites you before he begins kissing the other thigh.

You were becoming impatient, you wanted him to touch you so bad. You squirmed as he got further away from your pussy. He chuckled into you leg,

"No need to rush sweetheart, we have all night" he finally made his way back to your cunt. He kissed up and down, your panties became soaked as he used his tongue to tease you. You let a few moans slip, you didn't want to be too loud. Not everyone needed to know you were fucking.

He took two fingers and ran them under your panties, his finger grazed your clit making you gasp slightly, he pulled the fabric to the side before licking your clit. His tongue was heavenly, it was like he knew exactly what you liked. He went to town on your pussy, he ate it like it was his last meal. You gripped his hair when you felt yourself getting close

"I’m g-gonna cum" you breathed out you tried to contain yourself, your legs wrapped around his body as he increased his motions. He circled your clit a few more times before you reached your high, he hummed into your pussy as your cum filled his mouth.

He finally came up for air, he stood up in front of you and you could see his erection through his pants, he was not lacking at all. He pulled you in for a kiss as he ripped your panties off, he rubbed himself through his pants before pulling them off. You tasted yourself on his tongue, your juices covered his face.

"Get on your stomach" he ordered

You did as he said, you laid on the couch and put your ass in the air. He got behind you, he took his dick and rubbed it up and down your throbbing pussy.

Before he put it in he bent down toward your face and said "you can be as loud as you want baby, no one will hear". He slowly pushed himself into your entrance, he moaned as your tight cunt took his dick. He began thrusting in and out, you already felt pure pleasure. No one you had sex with before did it like him. He gripped your waist as he quicken his pace, he wasn't quiet and neither were you. Both of your moans filled the room, it was pure euphoria that you had never experienced.

You had become so lost in your pleasure, you lost count of how many times you came, you forgot where you were and had no idea what time it was. You knew it was all about to be over because you heard

"Ah fuck" Eddie said as he pulled out, his warm cum shot all over your back. Your body was weak, he had fucked you so hard most of your limbs had gone numb. You both took your time recovering from the amazing sex you just had, you wondered if you'd ever see him again.

If you did, would this happen again?

#natti’s 18+ #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stripper!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x female reader

[phfenomena]

❝i think there’s been a glitch.❞ || tom blyth x f!reader

| request - glitch by taylor swift would be so perfect for tom

| A/N - 1989 aesthetic with a midnights song?? let me cook. just let me cook. 1989 is both beach and city so you know i’m grilling up some shit that will have you kicking your feet.

(divider by @dvluc)

the sun was boiling every inch residing below it, and you were included. rachel, being the saint she is, conjured up the idea of having a beach day while you were all still in L.A.

the car was full of laughter and loud music. you had rented a jeep and were more than happy to take the top off. you were never able to drive a convertible in new york, it always rains. the wind was whipping your hair all around the air but you found it hard to care. you were driving while tom had called shotgun and fought josh for it. he was fiddling with the volume and bass while rachel was trying to convince josh to not stand up and stick his head out of the vehicle.

"i vote that josh stands up and gets his head chopped off, final destination style." you yelled over the wind and music. josh nods at rachel and she covers her face turning away from him. he begrudgingly stayed in his seat as you were trying to convince tom to stand up.

"it'll be fun! i can't do it, i'm driving. let me live vicariously through you." the music had been turned down and tom was smiling and shaking his head at you.

you were all racing down to the beach, josh obviously winning. as everyone was accusing him of cheating because he got a head start, tom took his shirt off. you fell silent as he was walking to the water and you suddenly felt as if the sun was hugging the earth. you slowly pulled your dress over your head and trailed behind of josh and rachel, still arguing over how josh cheated.

the ocean was cold and it cooled the heat in your cheeks instantly. you spun around looking for tom but couldn't see him above water, suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your ankle and you were engulfed by the water.

you came back to the surface coughing and yearning for revenge while tom was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. "what if i drowned and died? you wouldn't be laughing very hard then."

we were supposed to be just friends. you don't live in my part of town, but maybe i'll see you out some weekend.

the bass was shaking the ground and the lights were almost disorientating. your friends had managed to pull you out to a club in brooklyn. the pregame shots already kicking in as you felt yourself loosening up and your friend pulled you toward the sea of bodies. some overly-produced pop song was flowing out of the loud speakers as your body collided with the surrounding people.

a hand was placed on your waist and you whipped around to see who was violating you. you met the eyes of your offender and smiled. "tom! i haven't seen you in weeks! how was berlin?" you scream over the music and he pulls you in for a hug, leading you away from the people. you blow a kiss to your friend but they don't even notice you leaving.

your feet swung as you were sitting in a barstool next to tom, chatting about what he's been up to. "yeah, we're finally done with all the promos and interviews." you're nursing your third drink of the night, mixed with your previous shots, your blood alcohol level was too high. "that's so cool! i knew rachel and josh were back but i didn't know you were back in brooklyn." he smiles and nods. "what're you doing in brooklyn anyway? don't you live an hour away?" he asks and you laugh. "my friends really wanted to go here and they yanked me out of bed."

depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship i'm in, and whats in my system.

you answer your buzzing phone and greet rachel, asking if you'd like to go out to dinner with them. "yeah, i'd love to! i'm with paul right now, is it alright if he comes along?" paul was your latest kind-of-boyfriend that you'd met at an award show.

paul and josh were conversing about star wars while you were talking with some of the other girls before rachel tapped your arm. you turned your head to her and she asked quietly "so are you guys dating? meeting your friends is a pretty big step.". you shot an unamused look at her and shook your head. "no, he said that he doesn't want anything serious. i honestly have zero clue if he even likes me, he's really weird about talking about it. but i don't even wanna date him." you whispered back, your attention pulled from her to tom who just sat down and was greeting everyone.

"hey, i'm tom." he extended his hand for paul to shake and you grew nervous. you see paul point at you and tom turns his head and smiles at you, you manage a tight-lipped smile back and lean your head on rachel's shoulder. "this is actually horrible, i wish you said to not bring him." you confess to her as she tilts her head towards yours. "why? he seems nice. he's getting along with everyone." you lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows. "i think he told tom he came with me. and i've literally had a small crush on tom since you introduced us." you whisper quickly to her and her mouth falls open. she smiles mischievously at you and calls tom over.

"do you think we could switch seats? i really want to sit with josh." he nods and takes her seat. he turns to you and you stare straight a head, trying to ignore the abundance of butterflies inhabiting your stomach. you hear your name fall from his lips and you finally turn to face him. "paul seems nice, i'm really happy for you," you try your hardest to not slip under the table in dispair but you end up offering your thanks and talking about your recent work.

i think there's been a glitch. five seconds later i'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, and i'm not even sorry.

your three friends had one last premiere in california, and you were coincidentally filming for your latest show in hollywood. your arm was wrapped around tom's as you were posing for the press, the blinding flashing of the cameras leaving dark spots in your vision. tom's hand rubbed circles on your lower back as you smiled for the pictures and quickly exited the carpet.

you took a deep breath and sat down next to rachel. "thanks for coming with me." tom whispered in your ear and you smiled at him. "of course, i'd do anything you asked me to." you internally punch yourself and turn your attention back to the screen.

you hadn't left toms side the entire night until you were back at his hotel room and you learned you were staying in the same hotel. he offered a glass of wine to you as you both sat on the floor, leaning against his bed. "yeah, paul and i didn't last very long, he had no personality it was so hard trying to talk to him." tom laughs and his head leans against his shoulder. "i was wondering about that, i just thought you liked really bland guys."

i was supposed to sweat you out. in search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground. i think there's been a glitch.

a comfortable layer of silence laid on top of you both as the air was filled with the quiet sound of taylor swift. "i really like hanging out with you." you whisper and set your phone down. tom raises his eyebrows and stutters out "oh,um, t-thank you. i also really like hanging out with you. it always feels really easy." you smile and focus your eyes on a patch of carpet below you. "do you have a girlfriend, tom?" he shakes his head slowly, watching your every move.

"then, would you mind if i kissed you? it's totally okay if you say no, why did i even ask that? that was really-" your ranting had been cut short by tom linking your lips together. "jus' stop talking." he muttered against your lips, you turned your body towards his and felt yourself slowly getting lowered onto the ground. you definitely spilled wine on the carpet but that all seemed so irrelevant now.

nights are so starry, blood moonlit. it must be counterfeit.

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[doumadono]

I have come to confess for sinful Sunday that I have heirophilia, and I have it bad, and as much as I love religious imagery, I also love the thought of demons who play as false priests or saviors. If there was anything I could ask for, more than anything, could we get some Sekido x fem reader where he degrades and yells at the reader to repent for their sinful lust even though he's obviously the one who's been fucking them while they prayed for mercy?

SINFUL SUNDAY

Warnings: non-con, hierophilia

A sense of unease settles upon you as you enter the church, greeted not by the familiar warmth of a congregation but by an eerie emptiness. The air carries only a faint hint of iron, and an unsettling stillness replaces the usual harmonious chorus of communal hymns. A glimpse near the entrance hints at something amiss – perhaps blood, though uncertainty veils your perception. The ordinary atmosphere, once brimming with the warmth of community and shared songs, now feels cold and distant, shrouded in an unspoken disquiet.

Abruptly, a towering presence advanced from the confessionary. "How may I assist you, my dear child?"

Your uncertainty lingers, but you muster a response, "I came for a confession, but… isn't the mass supposed to be happening now?"

The figure, a man with dark hair, smiles as he draws nearer. "We've adjusted the schedule. Nevertheless, I'm here to help. Follow me, my child."

A furrow forms on your brow as you observe him guiding you to a different section of the church, revealing the rectory where priests reside between masses.

As the door shuts behind you, a chilling shiver races up and down your spine - a premonition that danger lurks right behind your back.

Sekido, the false priest, clad in the vestiges of religious garb, becomes the harbinger of damnation. "You need to repent for your lust, I can smell it lingering on you, little sheep."

Torn garments leave you exposed, and you frantically attempt to shield yourself, using your hands and tightly pressing your thighs together in a desperate bid for modesty. "Please, Father, please let me go..."

Sekido's lips curl into a sly smirk in response to your pleas. "I am not a Father, but for you, my dear child, I can certainly play the role of a daddy."

He picks you up easily and throws you onto a tiny bed standing near the beautiful stained glass window.

Laying on the bed, you feel the sting of his firm hand on the meat of your ass, on and on, each spank punctuated by a low growl of Sekido. His commanding voice reverberates, demanding, "Confess your sins, woman! I insist on hearing your confessions!"

You plead with him, your voice a fragile murmur, "Please, please, release me…"

Sekido, in his relentless resolve, dismisses your entreaties, administering a more forceful spank to your exposed flesh, leaving a red mark in a shape of his hand there. "You're destined for damnation, the gates of heaven shall forever elude your grasp."

Tears stream down your face, a silent plea for mercy, as you desperately attempt to crawl away. The disconcerting sound of a zipper being undone reverberates through the air, accompanied by the subtle rustling of fabric, signaling the descent of his obsidian pants.

Before you realize it, the crimson, swollen tip of his dick teases against the tender entrance of your ass.

A sharp cry escapes your lips, a melody of anguish, as he thrusts into you unyieldingly, affording no respite for your senses to acclimate. The relentless intrusion establishes a vigorous, unrelenting rhythm, each forceful thrust sending tremors of intensity through your form as you cry and scream, suffocating on your own tears.

Sekido seizes a handful of your hair, yanking your head back, causing your back to arch in response to his forceful advance. As he pushes deep into you, his balls resting against your ass, he leans forward, his voice a sultry whisper against your ear, "You relish the intensity, don't you? I can see you do, your breath quickening like a bitch in heat. You like the demon's cock splitting you open, yeah, woman?"

The agony courses through you, pushing you to the brink of unconsciousness, while an unfamiliar heat simmers in the depths of your abdomen.

Sekido releases his climax inside you, a guttural groan escaping his lips, accompanied by a triumphant exclamation, "Yes! Yes! Take it, bitch, take it all!"

The scarlet-eyed demon departs, leaving you sprawled on the bed, your consciousness wavering, tears marking your face.

Sekido adjusts his trousers, offering gentle pats to the now reddened flesh on your ass. "You did well. Your next confession awaits this Sunday, remember to grace the damn chapel with your presence."

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[ghost-proofbaby]

SPARKS FLY💜✨ - STEVE HARRINGTON PLEASE

sparks fly (steve's version)

warnings: mentions of issues at home for steve, talk of fear in the future

wc: 2k+

a/n: i need steve harrington to just show up to my house and kiss me please please please

Steve Harrington was tired of pretending.

He was tired of pretending his parents weren’t goddamn strangers on their worst days and roommates on their best ones, he was tired of pretending that it didn’t affect him that everyone seemed to believe he had peaked in high school of all times, he was tired of pretending like he wanted the picket fence life set out for him by the adults that had groomed him into their own vision since his youth. But most of all, he was tired of pretending he wasn’t head over heels in love with you.

It was a fight with his parents that triggered it. Another rejection letter had come through from another college, and his dad had resorted to only kicking him while he was down. The one time he had the misfortune of both parents being home, and it was only being used for them to express all their disappointment in him. His father’s tasteless yelling, his mother’s crocodile tears, everything he tried to say back being ignored – he couldn’t fucking take it. He’d left the house with no destination in mind, just jumping into his driver’s seat and knowing he needed to get as far from that godforsaken house as he could.

Distance. He needed distance. And apparently, in his mind, the one place that could take him farther from a house that would never be a home was you. 

His tires had squealed during several of the turns taken until he was flying down your street. It’s storming, a nasty and unforgiving rain coming down in sheets. He should really be driving more carefully, but he can’t. His head and heart alike are racing, and every single nerve ending is just screaming for you.

You, with kind and nonjudgmental eyes, who had always supported him. You, who had never paid much mind to all that he once was when he bore the title of King Steve. You, who had somehow captivated him and had been filling this hole within his chest, one shovel-full at a time. With your laughter, with soft bumps of your shoulder when his mind took him too far from you, with patient ears during every single one of his raging rants about his parents. 

He wasn’t parking in your driveway this late at night to trouble you with another rant. 

His knuckles turn ghostly white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel. This is a bad idea. A terrible one, his worst one to date, but he can’t. He doesn’t have any choice in all the other pretending; he could never get through to his parents, to anyone who had these preconceived notions and expectations of him. Tonight had proven that much. But with you…. With you, a change was possible. He didn’t have to keep biting his tongue when it came to you. Every time he’d look at you when you two hung out during dusk and the golden hour painted your every feature the prettiest shades he’d ever been witness to, he didn’t have to choke back down that pathetic confession of adoration. Every time your hand brushed his while walking to the local diner, he didn’t have to pull it away rather than weave your fingers together. He didn’t have to keep denying himself all these simple pleasures – interrupting kisses he’d fantasized about and holding each other on stormy nights just like this one that he had only dreamt of. 

But if he tells you, if he fucks it all up, he loses you. And Steve Harrington doesn’t know if he could handle that.

“Just do it,” he mumbles, trying to privately hype himself up, “Just get out of the car, just go knock on the front door, just-” 

He’s nearly hyperventilating. There’s only two endings to his night. He either returns back to his house, crawls into bed and licks at the wounds left by your rejection, or he doesn’t. Either he kisses you, and you pull him in from the storm raging on or you don’t. 

Two options. It’s only two options, two possible paths. The world doesn’t end, regardless of which one he’s forced to take tonight. 

Were all of his longing glances not returned? Had he not caught you staring in his direction more times than he could count on one hand? 

His fists drop from the wheel, landing on the door handle and throwing it open before he could freeze up again. 

Had you not whispered to him how he was your best friend, your favorite person, even more times than he had caught you staring? Over phone lines, in private corners of busy parties, sitting on his bed and doing nothing more than enjoying each other’s presence while his parents were out of town. 

The rain soaks him immediately. Down to the bone, he’s drenched, the unforgiving winds whipping around him only making him shiver. He can’t even feel the discomfort of his jeans turning to plaster as he takes the long strides up to your front door. 

Had he imagined that time you’d kissed his cheek at the county fair? When he’d won you that obnoxiously large teddy bear, almost too big for you to carry and adorning the most ridiculous sailor’s outfit either of you had ever seen, and you’d so affectionately nicknamed it after Steve’s place of employment – Scoops the Bear, Captain of Flavor. And had you not called the sailor’s outfit cute the moment Steve made the comparison to his own uniform? 

He knocks hard enough that his knuckles sting, and he doesn’t care. The sting doesn’t reach him, his mind only flashing over a reel of memories with you. All he can feel is that ghost of an ache that always haunts his cheeks when he’s around you, the way his chest feels just a little bit lighter and he feels a little more himself when in your presence. You bring out the best in him – you make him want to be a better man, all while never making him feel as if he isn’t good enough. All he ever feels around you is wanted.

Had your eyes not shined as you looked up at him, all the colorful carnival lights and stars reflected in them as Steve tried to (and failed) to hide his vibrant blush? Had you not smiled soft enough to send sparks flying through his chest, threatening to catch fire at any given moment? 

He hadn’t imagined it all – he couldn’t have imagined it all. You’d looked at him like he was the only boy in the world. You’d looked at him as if you could have spent the rest of your night there, feet planted in the grass and a bear nicknamed after him being crushed in your arms. It had been as if you could have stood by his side for the rest of your days, the rest of the world continuing to move on and the two of you left there to decay hand in hand, and it would have been a life well wasted. For both of you.

“Steve?” 

Your front door swings open, and there you are. Still looking adorable while dressed in your most comfortable pajamas for the night. Even beneath the confused and worried first glance, that look from the fair is still there. Your eyes still shine without the lights. 

“What’s wron-” 

You can’t finish your question – before either of you can process what’s happening, Steve’s lips are on yours. He’s overeager and nowhere near graceful with it, his nose nearly taking out your eye as he throws himself against you at full force. Everything from the night, the last few months, poured into that kiss. You nearly fall backwards from the force, and his hands are quick to catch onto your hips and tug you back into his orbit. But it only changes the trajectory of your stumble; both of you are suddenly outside your door, the rain now soaking you as well as Steve. 

When he pulls back from the kiss, he can’t breathe. He did it. The taste of your lips are still burning his, and he can’t open his eyes to wager your reaction. He doesn’t think you kissed back, it wasn’t much of a kiss beyond him just needing his lips on yours right that second, but he’s not sure. He isn’t fucking sure. He can’t open his eyes – he can’t risk watching himself lose you in real time.

“Steve,” your palm is warm on his frigid cheek. He jumps at the sudden contact, eyes pinching shut harsher, “Please look at me.”

When you ask him in that soft voice, please with that gentle tone that wraps him up in such comfort, he can’t deny you. 

He opens his eyes. He can’t read your face. 

It’s surprised, surely. Mouth still slightly parted and drops of water running down your cheeks. Your lashes flutter as your eyes dart down to his lips, and he swears to every God that has ever existed that you are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Something so precious, so warm, so home. 

“What-” you start, but Steve is on a roll of interrupting you tonight.

This time, it’s his voice and not his lips as he sputters out, “Everything’s wrong. Every fucking thing is just wrong – my parents, my life, my decisions. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing with myself. I’m lost, I-I’m so goddamn lost. Because everything is… wrong and bad and… and just… it’s wrong. Except you,” he takes his first big breath since the ramble began, eyes stinging and he tells himself it’s just from the rain leaking into them, “You are the only right thing in my life right now. You’re… Fuck. I’m in love with you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, because I know I’m fucking it all up right now. I’m finally letting the one right thing in my life go wrong, because I just can’t do it anymore. I am so fucking in love with you, and I’m tired of pretending I’m no-”

Your turn to interrupt. You surge forward, wrap your hands around the back of his neck and kiss him even more forcefully than he had you. The taste of the rain and your toothpaste mingle as your body collides with him. He almost forgets to react, so caught up in the fire finally erupting so freely in his chest.

And then you bite at his bottom lip, and he feels that beautiful smile, and he finally remembers to do something. His hands find purchase on your lower back and he tries not to laugh in glee as he hungrily kisses you back, lips moving in tangent and perfect synchronicity. 

“We’re gonna drown out here,” you laugh against his lips, finally breaking off and resting your forehead against his. 

“No, we’re not,” he insists with a cheesy grin, “I used to be a swimmer, remember?” 

Another kiss and more laughter, and Steve can’t even hear the thunder in the distance anymore. It becomes clear which path he will be taking tonight. 

“Let’s go inside and dry off, yeah?” you offer, taking a step back out of the torrential downpour, “I’m getting cold.” 

He’s still starstruck as he looks down at you, nodding dumbly, still all consumed by those embers. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.” 

You take his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his just as he has yearned for. You pull shyly, continuing to walk backwards until you step back into the threshold of your house before stopping. The rain no longer pelts down on Steve’s shoulders, the ones infinitely lighter now as your grin is directed at him and he knows he’s home. 

“Oh, and Steve?” you question, and he hums, eager to hear whatever it is you have to say. He’ll always want to listen to you. For the rest of tonight, for the rest of the week, for the rest of his life, “In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m in love with you, you idiot.” 

He can’t help it – he pulls you in for another kiss, kicking the front door shut behind him. Steve supposes he should have seen that one coming. He’s never really had to pretend with you, anyways. 

"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain."

#speak now (ghost's version) #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #stranger things

[silkythewriter]

*jumps through wall* Hello Metal Family Dee and any others with a S/O who basically is the queen of crows cause I’m gonna tame the crows around my house and I must know. Thanks you and I must tend to these unrelated wounds. *jumps through the wall to leave another hole*

//Author note (￣▽￣): AHHHH it feels so good to write again this request was a nice starter thank you for the ask I absolutely loved this one! And I love crows too their just adorable❤️❤️❤️\(^ヮ^)/ enjoy!! ;3//

Queen of the Crow’s

You jumped down the stairs of school while humming a small tune. The sun shined bright whilst it set, you shielded you’re eyes with hand and squinted a bit. You heard Dee’s heavy shoes thump on the stairs behind you as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You alright?” He asked while watching you nod as you chuckled while continuing to walk. “Say where’s your brother? Doesn’t he stand out here for you?” You asked looking around for the redheaded boy in question. “Yea.” Dee scoffed while pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes while shaking his head “god knows what he’s probably up to, i should go find him before my parents drag me about losing him” he said with a heavy sigh. You laughed at his stress while he glared at you, “oh cmon it’s at least a BIT funny” you said while smiling. “Yea sure” he said as he punched your shoulder softly, a soft smile appeared on his face which he tried to hide but failed terribly as you already witnessed the adorable action. But you decided, for his sake to hide that fact. And instead focus on walking to your destination, “mind if i crash at your place for night?” You asked as you turned your head back to him. “At this point you live at my house so might as well not even ask” he said grunting in fake annoyance one which you saw right through.

Screaming was heard a few miles away, which made you and Dee simultaneously turn your heads to face what could be causing such screeching. After finding out what the source was Dee panicked in embarrassment as his brother came racing over to him, which caused you to chuckle at the brothers. “Heavy quite down! You causing a scene” Dee said in a hushed but angry voice which made heavy nod quickly before quieting down. Once he glanced over to you making his eyes light up “Hi Y/n!!” He said with a grin as he rushed over to you and wrapping his small arms around your waist little over your hips as he buried his head in your stomach. “Hey my strong guy!” You said as you laughed and ruffled his hair making him laugh in response as he let go of you and grasped your arm stoping you from ruffling his hair any longer “Stop!” He said laughing as he playfully pushed your hand back towards you. “Alright, alright!” You chuckled holding your hands up slightly, Dee only looked at his brother with glaring eyes before he began to move again, causing heavy to sprint towards him and you to walk behind him. “Y/n!” Heavy yelled put to you causing you to hum in acknowledgment, “can you do that thing with crows? You know the one you showed me last time!” He said causing Dee to turn his head to his little brother taking interest before looking at you in confusion. “What crow thing? Y/n CANT do a crow thing?” Dee huffed, hating the fact he was the only one left out of such detail. You only chuckled awkwardly “Nah, Dee probably just wants to go home, he’ll probably think it’s stupid” you said as you looked a Dee with a soft smile “wha- no- I mean, I wouldn’t mind.. I have time to spare anyway” he said stuttering as he looked away from you while kicking an old can of soda. “Oh alright then!” You said with a grin as you speed walked over to both of them before taking the lead infront of them and leading them to the old grave yard, “what are you doing?” Asked Dee as he watched you carefully, “climbing over the fence, what does it look like I’m doing?” You laughed as you hopped down onto the dead grass, heavy landed closely to you leaving Dee the only one to jump. He only shook his head as he pushed open the unlocked gate and walking through it with ease, making you and heavy stand there as you both let out an “ohhhh” heavy only shrugged “our way was cooler” he said as he walked over to the nearest tree housing hundreds of crows.

“Watch” was all heavy whispered to his brother as you neared the tree making the crows call out as they all flow towards you, many landed on your your out stretched arms as other landed near your feet, one even landed on your head making heavy chuckle “what the..” Dee said as he looked in wonderment at you and your body basically covered with crows, Dee out stretched a finder as you let one on your shoulder step onto it, Dee brought it close as if to inspect it. “How did you..” he said as his words trailed off being left speechless “they really like me I guess” you said with a laugh causing the crowd around you to squawk as almost in a mimic type way. “Your like their crow queen” stated heavy as he walked over with cupped hands making another crown hop off your head and land into his hands “yea!” You chuckled making Dee shake his head “you like my lil trick?” You asked dee as you let your eyes wonder to him making him nod in amazement

“it’s true you are just like their crow queen..”

#dee x reader #metal family dee #metal family heavy #metal family vicky #metal family glam #metal family #metal family x reader #metal family headcanons #thanks anon! #x reader #anon <3 #anonymous #headcanon #request #sorry for taking so long #joe mama #deez nuts #AHHH TY FOR REQUESTING #i loved writing this #I TOOK SUCH A LONG BREAK IM SO SORRY :( #MISSED YALL SMMM MAUH/P

[whatwouldmickeydo]

Thinking about them having a summer reminiscent of season 2 except they’re married and they’ve got money and there’s no more hiding and they’re fucking IN LOVE

Jumping on each other’s backs as they head home from a family barbecue, tipsy and feeling silly as they yell the partially remembered lyrics of the song stuck in their head from the radio

Going out to the late night pizza joint down the street because one of them got a craving, sharing a drink while hanging out on the curb scarfing down a slice, pizza grease staining their shirts as they knock shoulders

Racing each other down the street, laughing and hooting wildly before collapsing in an alleyway, giggling into kisses and wandering hands finding their way up each other’s shirts, rings glinting off the light of the street lamp

Playful arguing in the car, no destination in mind but just wanting to get out of the house, windows down and a rare summer breeze ruffling their hair

Sneaking into the movies to cool down for old times sake, Ian halfheartedly protesting because we’re adults now man but giving in without much of a fight when he catches sight of Mickey’s smirk and the way he pulls him forward by the loop of his belt buckle

Hanging out on their porch with a blunt and the AC blasting, making fun of the people they see passing by on the street, giggling like little idiots as they make up dumb backstories and fake names

Spending a lazy day at the pool with the rest of the Gallagher’s, making out in the water for a bit before being roped into playing chicken, Franny and Liam perched on their shoulders laughing wildly

Wandering around the end of summer carnival, lips stained red and blue from the snow cones, hands wrapped around each other’s shoulders as they watch the fireworks

#they have fun and they are dumb dumbs and they are silly and in love ok!! #the boys in summer is my favorite thing ever and I will imagine a thousand and one scenerios for them to be in #gallavich #shameless #this is everyone’s fault from the dash today making me feel thingssss

[geralallfandoms]

|JOEL MILLER|

"Let me help you"

Warnings: drama, a lot of drama.(sorry I just love drama.)

Joel Miller x fem!reader

You knew that being a firefly was dangerous, but Tess was the eldest and there was no way to reason with her. When something got into his head, it was impossible to get it out.

You had always threatened her that you would leave, with the intention of making her see reason, but she only told you "Oh yes? And where will you go?What will you do without me? " and with that, she managed to convince you.

But now, as you walked by her side with Joel and the girl, all you could think about was why you hadn't left sooner.

"Enough Y/n. What's done is done. Now let's just continue." Tess said when she saw you lost in your thoughts.

"It's just...if you had listened to me..."

"We wouldn't be in on this. Ha! Look, I memorized it." Ellie finished, causing both Tess and Joel to turn to look at you.

They were walking on the roofs, you had just left the building where they had faced a clicker, and now they only had left a few meters left before reaching the destination.

"Come on, let's go down there." Joel said, pointing to some shaky stairs that looked like they might fall at any moment.

The girl and Tess were the first to go down like nothing happened, leaving you two alone up there.

You tried not to look at him, he had always made you nervous and it seemed that he knew it. When you walked be him, he would stand by your side all the time, sometimes he would touch your hand, when you were sitting next to each other, he would bring his knee closer to yours, to which neither of you would remove it, but you never understood if he did it because he didint realize or because he...

"Aren't you going to come down?" He ask while staring at you.

"Yes, it is just that..." You didn't want to tell him, you couldn't admit to him that you were afraid of heights when he didn't seem to be afraid of anything.

"Are you afraid of heights? No need to be ashamed..." he said as he approached the stairs and descended them.

You stayed for a few seconds waiting to see what it would do, and when you saw that it had simply gone down, you decided that you had no other option but to copy its action.

"Put your foot on the bottom step, I'll be down here to catch you." you heard what he said. When you brought your head closer, you saw him with half his body outside, looking at you.

You put your foot as he had told you, and you felt your heart begin to race.

"You'll be fine, I won't let you fall!" He said as he reached out his hand to grab your leg. Slowly you began to go down, you felt like Joel's hands took you by the waist when you went down enough, and it was not necessary for you to finish going down since he held onto your waist more and entered you completely.

"Thank you..."When you turned around, you saw how your sister and the little girl looked at them with a smile on their faces.

Joel grunted and kept walking, you copied his action and when Tess passed by you, you hit her shoulder with a smile in your face.

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During the way most of the conversations were between Joel and Tess while you and Elli stayed behind like two children... although she was.

"There it is..." Tess said as she pointed to the large building.

"Why isn't there anyone?" You asked seeing that the place was completely empty.

"I don't know...but something's wrong." Ellie added.

After Joel toured the place a bit, all of you decided to go inside to finally end this.

"Damn..." you said seeing that they were all dead, with those disgusting mushrooms coming out of everywhere.

"No...No, no, no, NO!"Tess yelled as she looked around histerically.

Suddenly, she grabbed Elli's arm and started walking to which Joel and I stopped her not knowing what he planned to do with her.

"Tess we will find another way, we will solve this..." you tried to reassure her .

"NO! damn no, this didn't have to be like this..." I look around for a few seconds and then laugh sarcastically."But everything ends, right? We will all end like this... At some point our luck was going to run out..."

You tried to understand her words, her actions, her sudden change of mood, but it was Ellie's words that made you understand the situation.

"Oh fuck...she's bit."

The words echoed in your head, your eyes went to your older sister who was looking at you with a smile on her face. She looked at Joel and told him something that you couldn't hear, that your state of shock didn't allow you, you could only feel that they were arguing.

After a few moments she looked at you again now with tears in her eyes, you started to shake your head but she simply pulled the neck of her shirt back to reveal a hideous bite that was beginning to spread.

You wanted to say something, hug her, ask her to stay with you, but Joel's arm clung to your waist while with the other he took Elli's arm and began to drag you to the exit.

You screamed, you cried and you shook your legs trying to get out of his grip, but he passed you in height and clearly had much more strength than you. He was pushing you harder and harder to him, so you let him guide you while you just watched as your sister blew you a kiss, and then disappeared from your sight.

When you became aware of your surroundings again, you noticed that they were already outside again. Joel pushed Ellie and threw you with him as the explosion went off in the building, with the person you loved the most inside.

They both got up, but you just lay there, unable to believe how fast everything had happened. You couldn't believe how she hadn't told you before, how Joel had dragged you without letting you say goodbye to your sister, to your only family.

Fury made you react and in one step, you got up and pushed him with all your force, but he didn't even move.

He just stood still, letting you take out your fury, because deep down, he knew what it felt like to lose someone you loved so quickly.

He let you hit him over and over again until he noticed how your body began to sway, losing strength.

He took you by the shoulders, checking that he could touch you, and when the tears and sobbing began to get stronger, he took you tightly in his arms.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." he said over and over again as his hand moved up and down in your back.

At that moment, when your arms took him tightly, Joel realized that what he had been feeling for you for a long time was not just respect. He loved you, he always had.

"If something happens to me one day, please take care of my sister." Tess had told him earlier that day, as if she knew it would be the last.

"Do not worry, I'll do."

He had sworn to her.

And so it was to be. He was going to protect you, to help you in moments like these, and not only because he had promised...but because he also loved you.

"I couldn't even tell her that I loved her... "you said in a whisper, with your face glued to his chest, still holding each other.

"I'm sure she knew it well." he replied and then left a kiss on your forehead.

Guilt invaded you the moment you felt a warmth in your chest. You had just lost your sister and the only thing you felt was an emotion at the man's actions. So you quickly separate from him, who looked at you strangely.

You noticed that his gaze was fixed on yours, he was staring at you, as if he was afraid that at any moment you would disappear or break like a porcelain doll... and he was. He also notice how you furiously wiped away the tears that were falling down your cheeks, he notice how you tried to control the tearful ones who were screaming to leave.

"Allow yourself to cry, don't let the pain consume you." he said, as if he had realized the guilt you felt. And he did.

Because even if you didn't believe it, he knew everything. He had paid too much attention to you since the first day he had seen you that he had learned to read you, to practically be able to read your mind.

"Let me help you... let me be by your side..." He said when he saw that Ellie was looking the other way. He moved closer until they were only a few inches away, and with his big hand he wiped the tear trails from your face.

"Okay..." you said, giving in to his touch.

"You're not alone, okay? I won't leave you...I promise you." he finished as he hugged you again, caressing his hand over your head.

(AHHHHH I know it's not very good, but I needed to write this scene 😭I'm going to continue writing about TLOU too. I accept requests, ideas, advice whatever you want! )

(sorry if there is any mistake, english is not my first language :D)

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us fic #the last of us x oc #the last of us x you #the last of us x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x wife!reader #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff #joel miller

[racinginchid3nt]

Happier Than Ever | Part One

Y/N x Pierre Gasly, Y/N Best Friend x Lance Stroll

Whirlwind romances with professional athletes certainly have their perks, or do they?

Inspired by Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish

Warnings: mentions of spa history

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You had been an F1 fan for as long as you could remember. Growing up nearly every weekend had been dedicated to free practice, qualifying, and Grand Prix. Of course when you grow up in Spain, home of the great Fernando Alonso, it was hard to not watch. You had vivid memories of watching him win the drivers championship twice when you were in primary school. And after him came Carlos Sainz, now one of the Ferrari golden boys.

So when you got the chance to attend the Spanish Grand Prix for work last year, you had of course agreed. The tech company you worked for had partnerships in lots of sports, and fancy corporate tickets came with them. You knew going in that you might get to meet a driver or two, but you certainly didn’t expect what happened. A flirty conversation and the exchange of contact information that turned into a whirlwind romance with a certain French driver that changed your life in the blink of an eye.

It took only four months before he asked if you would stop working. You could move in with him, spending the year flying around the world to beautiful destinations. He would support you financially of course, aware you would need spending money. It had taken some convincing, having been working for nearly a decade. But when he wanted to he could be incredibly persuasive. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity he said.

And while you worried about the chance of everything crashing and burning, you hoped the experience would still be worth it. Plus, what if it all worked out? What a story to tell your future kids.

The thing with relationships like this though, was as quickly as they could come together, they could fall apart. Tensions ran high between the both of you, traveling wearing on you and constantly competing on him. The season had been rough for him, Alpine so different to Alpha Tauri.

That was how you found yourselves arguing in a hotel room in Hungary. A double DNF for Alpine meant missing important constructors championship points, but also meant that the gap between Pierre and Esteban was closer than either would like.

“I don’t know what you want me to say Pierre! Obviously I’m not happy you DNFed!”

“Noooo of course notttt. Because that would mean you would need to care!” He yelled.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“No you are! I don’t understand how you can’t admit that you’re wrong!”

“Because I’m not fucking in the wrong Pierre! I congratulated Charles. He raced well.”

“Whatever. I’m not having this discussion with you. You’re so fucking obtuse sometimes.” He replied. Walking to the door he slammed it as he left.

Falling into the bed you wondered how this had become your routine. How the sweet man you fell in love with over video calls and what’s app messages could get so angry about such stupid things. It was just the adrenaline, you told yourself. He would be back in the morning, a bouquet of flowers and breakfast in his hands, apologizing profusely.

And when you woke the next morning you found that you were right.

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You had been raised to expect the royal treatment from your boyfriends. Your father made sure of that before he passed.

That was how you found yourself calling your best friend a few days later, asking her to come to the Belgian GP, Pierre’s treat. You knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the paddock passes. Formula One had been one of things the two of you bonded over in primary school. And as you grew up and went of to university together, spending your Sunday mornings hungover on the couch in your crappy student accommodations while you watched the races had become your routine.

It was her first time attending a race in person, and you were determined to make it the best possible experience. You brought her along to every day of the race weekend.

Sunday had come around quickly, and the excitement battled against the dread within you. It was raining, the track slick. Spa was notorious for rain, but when combined with the high speed turns and hills it made for an unsafe situation. Pierre had been silent that morning as he got around for the race.

You weren’t sure how to comfort him. How could you when you would never understand the pain that racing her year after year brought? He turned in on himself, seeking out the privacy of his drivers room to methodically follow his pre race routine. Giving him that privacy, you spent the morning with Y/N Best Friend. When the race started, you sent up a silent prayer that everything would be okay.

That was how you found yourself having a panic attack in the Alpine garage after the crash between Carlos and Oscar. As you hyperventilated into your best friends arms, she dragged you away from the garage and back to the nearly empty energy suite. You listened to the race commentary from the bathroom, having locked yourself in and unable to watch.

When the checkered flag flew and the race was declared finished, you took the first full breathe you had all day. He had made it. He was okay. Oscar and Carlos were okay. Charles was okay. Yuki was okay. Everyone was fine. Pulling yourself together and cleaning off your smeared mascara, you made your way out to Y/N Best Friend. She sat patiently on one of the couches, watching the podium on the nearby tv screen.

A text came through from Pierre, telling you that there would be extra media today and that he would meet you back at the hotel. Tonight marked the start of the summer break. As the two of you headed out to the car, you talked your best friend through the nights plans. A bunch of the drivers were going to a club in the city, the night to be filled with drinking and dancing.

The boys so rarely got to let loose during the season, so you knew tonight would be a fun one. And you also knew that Y/N Best Friend could use to let loose as well. You had teased her about the possibility of getting a good hookup in during the weekend. The drivers were all in incredible shape, so went the life of a professional athlete, and you knew she had been single for that past year since her and her ex broke up when he left Spain for a job opportunity after uni ended. Having left her alone these past few months, you knew your introverted best friend had rarely been out, and certainly hadn’t meant anyone.

As you looked back on that trip a little over a month later, on the events that came out of that night, you wondered how things could turn to shit so quickly.

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A/N: This first part is a short one. The story is a spin off to my other story, Id Probably Still Adore You. You do not need to read that one first for this one to make sense, but certain topics will be addressed in more depth in that one.

I’m not currently sure how frequently updates on this one will come out, as that one remains my primary piece right now.

#f1 fanfic #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #f1 #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll x you #lance stroll #alpine #gasly #formula 1 x reader

[enha-sua]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] EN-DIARY PART ONE & TWO !

part one !

“hello.” she bowed to the people , sunoo , jay and jungwon following behind her.

the staff wasted no time , handing them a small brown box , which jungwon grabbed. “there’s a package for you.” she glanced at the box then to the camera. “what is it ?”

they opened the box , pulling out a thick book. “a book.” they all gathered around the book while jungwon read it outloud.

“july xx , we decided to head out.” he started. “but because of two people , we ran into , we spontaneously decided to go on a trip , it was because jay said this is fate , so we should go along with it , we went inside the store , bought the same items as they did and then played a game , afterwards , we spotted a car nearby and ran towards it happily , we got in the car at 11:20 am , could this be fate , everything was decided so quickly.” he finished.

“what time is it now?” she asked. “it’s 11:03 am.” sunoo said. “if we’re late won’t it be over?” jay asked. “we only have 17 minutes.”

“do we have to go to the convenience store right now then?” they all quickly made their way out the building , to the convenience store. “oh ! i see two people”

surely enough in front of the store stood two people holding a bag of items. “is it really them?”

they listened to their “conversation” taking a mental note of everything they bought in the store. “thank you.” she muttered to the people as they made their way into the store to get eggs and sodas.

after paying for the items and stuffing them into jay’s bag , they stood outside so jay could say his line from the book. “you also have to crack an egg on your heads.” she laughed. “ah ! that’s why they kept doing it.”

“we spotted a car nearby and ran toward it happily.” they looked around. “where is the car.” she shaded her eyes from the sun with her hand. “should we just walk around?” sunoo suggested. “yeah , happily.” jungwon began to run , laughing , they mimicked him , jogging behind laughing while they searched for the car.

finally after jogging around in the heat , they found the car. “thank god , it’s hot.” she climbed into the car.

she listened to them converse on the way to there next destination , occasionally jumping in or scrolling through her phone.

“we always play sports , don’t you guys ever get tired?” she asked. “noona - when was the last time you’ve participated when we played sports?” she turned around to swat jungwons arm. “yah , don’t say that i participate all the time , brat.”

they arrived to the next destination , opening the book up to figure out what to do next. “chapter two.” jay read this time.

“the concept of our spontaneous trip.” he read. “speed , enjoying speed to get up away from a suffocating daily life , is totally natural as a human being.”

she was excited , she loved cart racing. “i can’t wait.” she climbed out of the the car.

first they rode up on the cable car. “it’s going up pretty high.” she looked down below , her eyes widened. “what did you look down ?” she nodded. “scary.” she shivered.

they made it to the top , getting off. “i love doing stuff like this.” she put her helmet on.

they all picked out their cart that they wanted , sitting down while the guy explained the rules and how to work it.

after getting everything , they allowed them to go , each of them going at a different pace.

“i love this so much.” she laughed , her hair blowing in different directions despite the helmet. “my poor hair.”

she long forgot about her hair as soon as she started to speed up , laughing as she past by sunoo , who yelled at her. “yah how dare you past me!” she stuck her tongue out laughing.

they made their way around the track , laughing and screaming , trying to past each other , until they reached the end.

“that was so fun.” she said stepping out of the luge , taking her helmet off , fixing her messy hair. “my poor hair though.” she ran her fingers through it.

“i has so much fun.” she nodded , they stopped to take a look at the pictures they took on the road , her eyes widening. “oh my , why do i look like i’m wounded.” they laughed. “i seriously look hurt.”

“that was fun.”

part two !

they were riding in the car to the next destination , when the of handed her the diary. “thank you.” she opened it. “chapter 3.” she read.

“our trip was really meant to be , the power of conne is truly amazing , in order to meet the other members who are connected with us , we set out for the promises place , we hoped that there would only be peace and quite there.” she finished.

“what could the restaurants name be?” jungwon questioned. “is it something like enhypen’s diner?” they finished off the drive.

turns out there was a restaurant called jungwons table , and that was their next destination , getting out the car , walking into the minimalistic restaurant. “whoa it’s really nice in here.”

they looked through the menu , figuring out what to order , telling the lady what they wanted , sitting and talking while they waited.

she took her phone out , taking a picture of the scenery to send on weverse. “everytime i see that you posted on weverse it’s just a random photo of the outside.” sunoo said. “it’s my brand now , i didn’t even notice i was until engene pointed it out.” she sat her phone down.

their food finally arrived , passing out everything before digging in to the food. “it’s good.”

©LUVYENI

#sua : enoclock #kpop added member #kpop reactions #kpop addition #enhypen 8th member #enhypen reactions #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #enhypen added member #kpop female member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen addition #enhypen female oc #8th member of enhypen

[netflixbingger]

Going Crazy

Steve Harrington x Reader

Request: “Heyy!! May I request please with Steve x Henderson Reader where she’s cursed with Vecna; perhaps she died because it was too late, they didn’t got the chance to find out what prevents it. Thankss”

Word Count: 1,502

Notes: Quickly wrote this up, I haven't written anything in a long time... so I might be a bit rusty. Also WARNING; it might be a bit dark for some people!!

You felt like you were going crazy.

It wasn't a new feeling; you've felt this way for a while now. Ever since you somehow got dragged into this upside-down demagorden shit, you've felt like you would break at any second. You hated being alone; you hated the dark, the noises of your house during the night, and the painful flashbacks of your friends dying. For years now, you've been experiencing headaches and nightmares; that's why you didn't notice how they've been getting worse. That's how you didn't realize you were Vecna's next target.

When Max read the similar symptoms between Chrissy and Fred, you froze. Your mind was racing as you tried to figure out if what you had been experiencing the past few days were normal or a sign of becoming a victim.

Your thoughts were halted when a familiar hand touched your back, "Hey, you okay?" the comforting voice of your boyfriend Steve asked.

You felt like everything was in slow-mo as you turned toward him. Your mind was racing to figure out what to say, but no words could come out. You didn't want to worry him even more than he was; you needed to make sure before telling everyone. Smiling, you nodded and mumbled that everything was fine before reaching for the files to read them yourself.

As you compared the notes, you felt Steve's stare at the back of your head; it was clear he knew something was up. He could read you like a book; there was nothing you hide from him. You heard his sneakers skidding towards you; he opened his mouth to pester you about it again but was stopped as Lucas yelled Max's name. Immediately dropping the papers, you and everyone else ran towards the young girl, trying to wake her from her trance.

After a few minutes, she finally woke up, gasping for air. She began to mumble about the hallway, saying there was something there. Dragging you all through the school halls, she started rambling about clocks and weird noises. Once she began to describe what she saw, you stopped walking. You swore you knew precisely what clock she was talking about, as it was in your dreams last night... or so you thought it was a dream. Falling back into the school lockers, you slid to the floor and let out a silent cry. It was less than a second before Steve was next to you, asking you what was wrong.

With tears in your eyes, you looked up at Steve and the kids, "I know what she's talking about."

You fearfully whispered, looking him in the eyes, "I saw that clock last night." ------------------------------------

The car ride was silent as everyone was processing what was about to happen.

You stared out the window, picking at the skin around your nails. It wasn't long before your nervous tick was forcibly stopped as Steve reached for your hand, "It's going to be okay" he looked at you before turning towards Max. "We are going to figure out how to stop this"

He squeezed your hand, sending you a hopeful smile before turning the wheel towards your destination, the Wheelers. But as you drove through the familiar neighborhood, you felt your stomach drop. A chill ran through your body as Steve turned onto the street that the Wheelers live on. 

Once parked, Steve helped you out of the car and began to guide you towards Nancy and Mike's house. One moment, you were holding Steve's hand, and the next, you were alone. The clock's ticking grew louder and louder as the sky grew grey.

Not now, please not now. You needed more time; you needed to say goodbye to everyone.

"It's time," Vecna's voice echoed throughout the air.

You shook your head, trying to deny what was happening. You cried and pleaded with him, asking him for more time. But your wishes were responded to with a loud haunting laugh. Turning around to see where the sound was coming from, you were face to face with the monster himself, "Your time is up."

Within a flash of a second, you were lifted in the air by his hand. Pain shot through your entire body, as it felt like you were having the life sucked out of you. All you could focus on was the muffled voices of your friends screaming your name. Begging for you to wake up.

You wanted to scream, kick, fight, and run, but your body became stiff. You couldn't move. You knew you were dying, and you couldn't do anything. You had to accept it. Memories of Steve flashed between your eyes; gosh, you hated him throughout High School; he was the epitome of the classic jock. He was a cocky, handsome, selfish, fuck boy. Every time you saw him in the halls, you'd roll your eyes at his stupid smile and fluffy hair.

But then, for some reason, you got thrown into all this mess with him. At first, you still despised him, but as he and Nancy broke up, and she and Johnathan became an item: you only had each other to comfort. There weren't many people that knew what you two had gone through, and it wasn't like you could tell anyone… you were trauma bonded. Weekly check-ins soon turned into daily, and calls on the phone would last till 4am. The annoying fluffy-haired boy soon became your best friend and rock, and it didn't take long for feelings to grow; they hit fast and hard.

It wasn't until after the mall incident that you finally professed your love for the boy, and since then, he had been glued to your hip. You spent almost every day together and even convinced your parents to let you sleep over in each other's rooms every other night. You loved him with all of your heart, so knowing your journey with him was coming to an end broke your heart. 

You wanted more time; you wanted this to all be a dream and wake up in Steve's arms. Tell him you loved him and that it will all be alright, that you were never going to leave his side like you had once promised. But you were too late. You know what was coming, the pain that was about to happen.

You wished they didn't have to see this and become victims of another gruesome death. All you wanted was for these kids to live a normal everyday life, but now they will permanently be scarred by your death. You prayed for Max to survive; she didn't deserve to die like this.

Closing your eyes, you accepted it; there was nothing to do now. You let your body fly into the air as Steve, and the kids cried your name. They were screaming and jumping at you, trying to wake you up. They didn't know what to do or what would happen next. Their screams were silenced by the sound of your bones snapping and eyes bursting. They watched in shock as your body twisted and deformed. Your body slamming into the ground was the only sound that echoed through the streets.

Steve watched with blurred eyes; the most beautiful girl he had ever met was slaughtered before him, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

He couldn't understand what had happened; he couldn't process that you had just died. Slowing walking to your body, he let out a silent chuckle, "ha ha guys, really funny" he turned to the kids, "nice stunt you did there; where's El? She must have helped you with this one."

His eyes scanned over the kids; Max was crying into Lucas's chest as he looked away, and Dustin fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he shook his head...Silently pleading with Steve.

Steve turned around to look at your body once again, letting out a loud shriek as he plummeted to the ground. It hit him all at once, you were dead.He began to cry your name as he curled up on the pavement.

Everything hurt; he couldn't take it. You were the one for him. You were it. The one person he promised to protect to all ends. The person he loved with all his being. You were dead; you were gone.

He felt like he was lying there for hours, thinking about how he wanted to marry you and grow old together. How you were the most beautiful, funny, and kind person he had ever met. He would never forget the day you told him you loved him; he never felt so happy, fulfilled, and grateful. How someone like you could love a loser like him would always dumbfound him. You were his rock, his light. You were the only thing that was getting him through this.

The sounds of Steve's screaming echoed through the air, and it didn't take long for the neighbors and police to rush over. Everyone began to escort the group away from your body, asking questions to figure out what had just happened. But the group was in too much shock to provide any answers.

As Steve watched the police wrap up your body, he promised that he would put an end to this. He refused for anyone else to die this way; he needed revenge... for a part of him died with you.

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[imunita]

Look for the light

Short description: The story picks up after Santa Barbara and Ellie's visit to the Farmhouse. Ellie decides to depart from the farmhouse without a clear goal or destination in mind. However, her journey takes a turn and she is saved by Y/N from intruders . Ellie, who is still grappling with grief clashes with YIN due to their strong personalities. Ellie finds Y/N annoying and Y/N challenges her in return. Due to a particular circumstance, they're forced to seek temporary shelter together.

Warnings : kind of enemies to lovers , they're not big fan of each other, mentions of death , guns , mentions of murder, potential smut in future , English isn't my first language

word count : 2.3k

Chapter one

Ellie had been in the forest for a few hours, looking for a way out without any particular goal in mind. She wanted to distance herself from the painful memories that bottled in her mind for past few years. The hope and glimpse of happiness she had felt vanished as soon as she entered the empty hallway of the farm house, leaving her only with memories. Deep down, she understood that pain would remain her constant companion, regardless of where she went. Still, at that moment, escaping her haunting past seemed like the best option, even if she lacked a clear destination.

The summer heat was unbearable, even under the trees. Ellie eventually found a small spot to rest, where she put down her backpack and grabbed a water bottle to quench her thirst. While she drank, a snapping sound caught her attention. Infected weren't common in the area, so she wondered if it was some kind if animal, which was the best case of scenario . She carefully put the bottle down, attempting to grab her gun . But it was too late. Out of nowhere, four men appeared, pointing guns at her. One of them grabbed her from behind, trying to restrain her.

" Fuck " she yelled loudly, as she was trying to get out of intruders' arms .

" Now easy girl, we won't harm you if you stay still " One of them said with a mischievous smile on his face.

" I'll fucking ki..."

She couldn't finish her sentence as man behind her grabbed her neck, attempting to strangle her. In the midst of the struggle, Ellie's mind raced, and she remembered the knife in her back pocket. In a blur of motion, she found herself on the ground, the last remaining man on top of her, threatening her with her own knife.

Despite Ellie's attempts, unknown man almost succeeded in his intent, but was disrupted with a gunshot echoing through the woods. Ellie pushed him away, discovering a stranger standing in front of her , putting her gun in the back pocket. Confusion swirled in her mind as the girl took in the situation , extending a hand, urging Ellie to get up.

"Come on, we don't have much time. There are many of them in these woods," the stranger warned, gesturing her urgently.

Your POV

"She seems so angry , scared and sad at the same time" you thought to herself as you looked in her green eyes , Quickly scanning her features on her face .

" I don't need your help to get up " She mumbled as she quickly got up , starting to collecting her belongings.

"Um... How about " thanks for saving my life?" you retorted, growing irritated with her behavior .

" I killed three of these fuckers without you, would've killed the last one as well " She looked at you , slightly rising her tone .

Despite her fiery attitude, she studied you, her gaze starting from your body and ending with your face.

" I don't think that you would be able to kill him with knife in your throat, but okay , you really seem like a person who has everything put together " You replied sarcastically, following her steps .

Rolling her eyes , she fully grabbed her gear, leaving you with a dry response:

" Anyaways , it was nice to meet you whatever, I gotta go " She wiped blood off her face , heading in the direction of the woods.

" Hey hey hey " you quickly followed her , grabbing her arm to stop her. She looked at you once again, scanning your features, waiting for what you were going to say

" I don't think you understood me earlier." You exhaled " I'm not very fond of you , trust me , but I think it's better to stick together, for few hours " You looked around " You don't know these people, there are lots of them, they are fucking dangerous and are ready to do anything , I mean anything " you explained, masking your fear. The horrifying scenes you'd witnessed hours before meeting Ellie were etched into your mind.

" Shit " she took deep breath " listen... I'm not scared of these fuckers , trust me , I can deal with them , but if you're scared and want , you can tag along until we leave this place " smirk accompanied her words.

" Oh you're just so brave , aren't you? " you rolled your eyes , letting her arm go, as you stepped forward, trying to take the lead " You keep forgetting that I was the one who saved your ass just few minutes ago " You glanced back just to see annoyance on her face .

" Now , we have to move , they're getting closer " You finished your sentence, continuing your way out of the woods.

Next few hours were quit, even too much quiet , other than exchanging small sentences, both of you focused on your own tasks, attempting to navigate your way out. It was evident that she shared your dislike for small talk, so you didn't even try to bore her with questions. It was clear that your paths would diverge once you escaped.

"Um, if you're hungry, I have some almonds left," she spoke up, breaking the silence, her gaze fixed on you as she studied your features.

"I'm fine, had something a few hours ago," you replied quickly , offering a forced smile.

"Okay, whatever," she muttered once more, struggling to match your pace.

And next few hours also were the same , except for catching her occasional glances in your direction, she remained quiet. Looking at the sky, which was barely visible, it was clear that it would go dark very soon and you needed some kind of place to stay in . While you didn't expect her to stay, you secretly desired some companionship after witnessing the ruthlessness of the other group, even if it meant being with this rather unpleasant stranger.

"Um..." You paused, locking eyes with her, as it dawned on you , that you didn't even know her name "By the way, what's your name?" you inquired.

"Ellie," she swiftly responded, even though it was obvious that she wasn't fond of sharing any kind of information with you

"Right, Ellie," you sighed, taking a breath. "It's getting dark. I believe we should find some kind if shelter , or not. I'm just informing you of my plan."

"I think we should keep movi—" She couldn't finish her sentence as a loud shout pierced through the woods.

" I THINK THEY WENT THIS WAY"

You both quickly moved away , realizing that that someone wasn't very far away .Finding nearest bushes , you sprinted down ,shooting Ellie a quick look.

"Listen, I spotted their group hours before they attacked you. I saw them encounter another small group , they killed them in seconds—tortured, even. Trust me, if they're close, we need to fucking run," you whispered m, striving to maintain your composure while flashbacks from earlier in the day replayed in your mind.

"And after... they did unspeakable things to the bodies," you added, attempting to mask your fear.

I mean..." Ellie paused briefly, her gaze sweeping around. "I'm okay with running," she added , meeting your eyes.

"If we stay together, we can escape this place. Just stay cautious and run no matter what," you took charge once again, the urgency fueled by the sound of their voices resurfacing.

"THIS WAY!" the man's voice yelled once more.

And you two ran . Other than taking few short breaks , you didn't look back , trying to escape this haunted place as soon as possible. You didn't know how much time has passed, only thing you knew was that after long , tiring time, you two found yourselves out of the woods , stepping in front of the house , which seemed in an enough shape to think that someone was living inside . At the same time , place seemed very empty and abandoned.

" Listen, I don't think we should stay here," Ellie murmured, concern in her voice. "I get that you're tired, but this place seems occupied, and more importantly, it's not far from the woods," she added, her eyes on you.

"I don't know about you, but I've had an awful day and I need need to rest. I'll check the house, and if it's empty, I'm staying. I don't give a shit about the rest," you exhaled, striding towards the entrance.

"Weren't you the one who just had me running for hours to escape those people? And now you don't give a shit ?" She quipped with a small laugh.

"Less talking, more action," you replied, once again annoyed with her , nodding towards an open window. Without hesitation, Ellie widened the opening, confidently entering the house without a word. She seemed experienced at this.

"Um, I think the house is clear," she called out loudly, the front door already open before you realized.

"Come in," she urged with a serious tone.

"It's only been like 30 seconds. How can you be sure?" you started to ask, but she handed you a note.

"If you're reading this, congrats. You're the new owner of this place because I'm probably dead, rotting somewhere near the river. One of those fuckers bit me, and I refuse to turn into one of them, so I'm going to end my life. There's canned food, clothes, beds, and other supplies in the house. Feel free to use them. But please, do not take my guitar and records. They belong here,"

You quickly scanned note , as mixed feeling emerged your body . On the one hand , you were happy that you found place to sleep in , but on the other hand , this note hit too close to home, as memories started to haunt you once again, remembering your family home , finding oddly similar to this one , as it was so lifeless and full of memories at the same time.

" Looks like we won the lottery " you mumbled and looked at her , trying to read her emotions once again.

" Yup..." She murmured, putting backpack on the ground " Let's just find our beds and I'll leave first thing tomorrow " she finished her sentence, as she scratched her head. Glancing her hand , you quickly noticed that two of her fingers were missing.

I wonder what she's been through," you thought, as Ellie caught your gaze on her hands, trying to conceal her imperfection.

"At least can we find some food? He mentioned canned goods," you attempted to brush off the awkwardness, but it didn't seem to alleviate the tension. Ellie appeared more distant now.

After opening cans of beans and peaches, you found a small table in the living room and headed towards it. As usual, Ellie followed you silently, taking a seat across from you. Dinner was again marked by quietness, though this time, Dinner once again was quiet but this time you were the one who was quietly staring , gathering thoughts in your head . Ellie seemed to be holding lots of emotions—sadness, grief, anger—all painted across her face simultaneously. She was so hard to read. considering the fact that she wasn't fond of you either, made it harder to get to know her even a little bit . Not that you were entirely sure if you wanted to. After losing everyone you ever loved in 20 years, forging connections wasn't high on your bucket list.

" Can you stop staring at me ?" silence was broken by Ellie.

Her words took you off guard, but you weren't the type to shyly look away , even though she was challenging you in many ways , you would never admit it.

" god , I looked at you once " you rolled your eyes " and what I'm supposed to do? We've been together for 12 hours already and you haven't said a word , I'm getting bored here " You took your last bite and put fork in the can .

Grabbing your backpack , you headed towards the hallway, quickly finding two bedroom doors . You checked, both had beds and matrasses that were somewhat clean . As you headed back to living room , you bumped into Ellie , who was standing in hallway, waiting for your next move .

" Um , I checked and there are two badrooms " you looked down , trying to get away from the awkwardness as soon as possible.

" Oh thank god I don't have to sleep wirh you " she said quickly, trying to make conversation less awkward, but it clearly didn't work . She took short pause , looked at you , continued talking with calm tone

"you can choose one, I'm fine with either" she gestured, as you gave her small , genuine smile .

" Okay, I'll take the bedroom that's on the left then " you said quietly, almost whispering, as she nodded, heading towards her bedroom .

Before you opened door , you took a small pause and turned around . It was like she sensed your next move , as Ellie was already facing you .

" I'm Y/N by the way " You murmured and looked in her eyes , she gave you soft smile , as she stepped back .

" well thanks for saving me today Y/N" She finished her sentence and before you knew, next thing you saw was her bedroom door closing in front of you.

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Ahhhh I'm so nervous to finally publish this!!! I have had this idea for months and I finally had courage to write it. It's my first ever writing something, so please be kind and tell me whether if I should continue or not! Comment or dm me your thoughts, it would really mean world to me to hear what you think about it .



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[moonmoon-ren]

Sweetness, Sand and a Treehouse

Breakfast in Limsa

The evening before Ren and Sequoia left Gridania via airship. The flight was rather turbulent and Sequoia had to endure this strange expierence. Sequoia never saw these flying marvels before, since all he had know was the comfort of the Skatay Range. Being of a more teasey nature he decided to overreact a bit and give Ren little surprise. While at first he surely felt like not very comfy in the air the Viera adjusted rather well, but enjoyed getting attention from Ren for being overdramatic. Unknown to Ren this behavior was the start of something wonderful.

"Ughhhhh! Never again do I set foot on an airship anymore Ren!" Sequoia shouted while leaving the Limsa Airship landing.

Whaaaa?? OI ! yelled Ren surprised.

Ghahahahahaahaha! You ... should ... you should ... ghaahhaahhaha ... you should see your face Renniboyyy! ghahahah!

As Sequoia seemingly was stuck in the outburst of laughter because of pranking Ren, Ren stared at his companion with a rather piercing gaze, ("if eyes could shoot fire").

Hmpff! Just you wait... Ren smirked.

You know Sequoia, ...

Ren regained his confidence and greeted Sequoia with a rather challenging smirk on his face

I can always leave you here on your own, in the middle of Limsa, busiest city of all Eorzea.

Whaaa? N-no- NO!

Yes ...

NOO! pleassee Ren don't leave me here. I will get captured by bandits and fed to monsters. You can't leave me here alone.

Well then, big boy, why don't you follow me? Let's grab a small breakfast before we travel to Moraby Drydocks.

What's that ?

Its our destination. I explain at breakfast.

The two Vieras took the lift down to the Drowning Wench where they ordered a breakfast that consisted of fruits, and some tea.

You sure don't want another pear ?

Nah i'm good Ren.

Still "angry" at me ?

Not at all silly!

Why are you looking so serious then.

Ah Ren, i must confess that the journey is beginning to take its toll. I really want to slow down a while now. Catch some rest, relax, do nothing, forget that there exists something other then us.

In Eorzea, people call that a vacation. Usually Eorzeans spend free time like this at Costa del Sol or visit other cities, or when you feel like very lucky, the Gold Saucer. But for what you seem to seek, I have a better suggestion.

Ooohw? Being ?

An island. A tropical island. My island.

You own ... an ... island ?

I do.

Is it far ?

Not at all Sequoia, not at all. Its located in the Cieldades. We can go there by ferry. Its not so far. By noon we can be there if we leave now.

Let's go then Ren, its sounds like paradise to me. To spend time there with my best friend, its all i can ever ask for. Come here you, lets go now then you can show me soon this island of yours. I can't wait to see it.

Sequoia grabbed Ren a little bit tighter and embraced him in a very intimate way that drew a thin line between an amicable embrace and a romantic embrace. Ren could not help but stare right into Sequoia's eyes and had to quickly gather himself not to drown in them.

Ahahahah... Ren blushed ... Y-yeah ... let's go now.

As Ren was obviously blushing a lot, Sequoia noticed this all too well, but to avoid Ren panicking he acted as if he did not see this.

The two Vieras walked to the gates and left Limsa for a good while. Off to Moraby Drydocks!

Ren ?!

Hmm

REENNNNNNNN!!!

Whaaaattt ???

How far is this Moraby ?

Its not farrr anymore

W... WHYY couldn't we take a chocobo ?

Because its sunny, and a walk doesnt hurt. Hey, you wanted to explore Eorzea, right ?

Y-yes?

Well then. Come on, we're nearly there.

Hrrrr! Seriously i swear... these boots, are not for this land.

Stop whining! Start walking! We could have taken an airship, y'know ?

Oh you!

Sequoia suddenly bolted running past Ren and challenged Ren seemingly for a little race.

Slow down, slow down...!

Here it is, Moraby Drydocks!

Is this your island ?

Noo silly!

Here is the town where we take the ferry to the island.

What is this ferry by the way ?

You'll see in a moment.

Greetings Baldin*!

Mister Kimura! And a friend of yours today ?

Yes, this is Sequoia Greenleaf. He is a very dear friend of me. You can register him as a frequent visitor to my island as of this day.

Alrighty. I suspect you want to go there now ? There is a sloop waiting for you at the docks as you requested. Safe travels!

Have a good day Baldin! See you later.

(*Baldin is the name of this NPC)

Ren and Sequoia embarked, and rowed their way to Ren's island, it was not so away from Moraby Bay.

As Ren and Sequoia arrived at the island, Sequoia could not believe his eyes. Jungle, white shores, azure blue water, colors beyond his imagination, birdsong all over the place, the sound of the washing waves, and the sweet scent of this tropical paradise greeted and welcomed the Vieras. Could this be ?

Sequoia ?

R-Ren ???

You feeling alright ?

Tell i'm not dreaming Ren.

You're awake Sequoia, you're awake. Ren giggled. Let's go to the cabin where we can freshen up a little bit and get some more appropriate clothes for this place. Its too hot here for what we wear now.

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[hexonthepeach]

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 11: gambit

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner]

wc: 6.6k

chapter warnings:  a teensy bit of violence, voluntary drug use

recommended listening: that's not fair - nct

Mark Lee [α, unknown Felid genetic composition] (3rd prince of the Lee dynasty, formerly 20th in line for the throne)

There's nothing particularly exciting about escorting their new ward a few floors to medical but he finds his heart racing the moment he gets Taeil's request, watching Donghyuck stop moving his haptics immediately in the window of their shared call. He'd tried to get the younger to weigh in on personnel rosters while they talked circles around your disruption of their business, all to no avail. 

Everyone is distracted, it seems.

"Back in the hotbox," Haechan sighs, ending his game abruptly and covering his face with both hands once his slimline visor is removed. 

"You could just stuff your nose with cotton balls or something," Mark says, a strategy he'd taken up the last time that scent had permeated his entire brain. He's not sure what you or even any other omega are supposed to smell like, but it certainly shouldn't be rancid fruit or the smell of flower stems left too long in water. 

"It's not my nose I'm worrying about. Give me five." Donghyuck lifts something up for the camera, the white plastic sleeve still cabled into his rig, hiding untold horrors.

"Fucking gross, man. No."

"Three minutes?" 

"How many times do I need to tell you I don't want to know about you jacking off–"

"Fine," Donghyuck raises his hands innocently. "Not my fault your balls haven't dropped yet."

"Meet me downstairs stat," Mark yells before disconnecting. He finds himself blanking out the moment he gets up, slight vertigo making him stare at the wall of his unit as if he'll find answers in the printouts held up with magnets and tape on the wall adjacent to his study, over his book collection. A tangled web he lives with every day, trying to understand why you’re here and not there. 

It’s weird–not knowing what you are. He’d done everything in his power to treat you like just another problem to be solved before they could offload it on someone else, the way Johnny had done when he’d left. But you’ve embedded in his brain, a splinter he can’t help but worry about since your admission.

“I don’t love him,” you’d said. There’d been sadness, of course, but something more firm beneath it in intention. Like you were thinking of someone else.

One picture seems to beckon most of all–a still from the grand ceremony they'd held when you'd been returned. He hadn't been in the Dome then, too soon after the surrender for the Syndicate to decide what to do with demilitarization, no victory for the losers. 

In his case the loss had been an open wound—his father's body found a week before armistice with the gun still warm in his hand, blood spattered across a childhood picture from a better era, when the firstborn and second born male twins and their triplet omega sisters had just been children. Dressed in robes fitting a different age, almost comical to think of now after a decade of Beta melo re-enactments.

Before the war–before bloodshed had cut all bonds between them.

Watching his aunt crawl back with you by her side, both of you dressed in white ceremonial mourning clothes for the dead Imperator, had left him feeling empty even as a child. His father had tried to bring peace and change to this stupid system and whatever little he'd accomplished had only led to the reinforcement of it. The ones left to mourn him and his cause could only do so in private.

Like his mother. 

She’d returned to the Dome, as well, head held high, no scraping and bowing for her dead father. Peace could only come with the voluntary surrender of the Lees to the Syndicate but she'd made it known she was not a willing subject, not like your mother. 

Or you.

After learning more about your own struggle, maybe he feels a little sorry for you. At least, he thinks, he's less nauseated by the sight of your face.

It's too bad that empathy can't extend to his latent animal brain; the urge to retch on the floor outside your unit increases the moment he's within proximity of your scent. 

Donghyuck joins appropriately late and hastily dressed in half of his gear, eyes bright and cheeks flushed in a reflection of how Mark feels even if he'd never admit it. He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head in disgust.

"Don't say anything," Mark orders, watching his best friend grin like an idiot as he pulls the air towards him with his hand–savoring it. 

"You have no idea." 

"I'm glad." Mark snaps. 

He gives you a courtesy of ringing the doorbell from the touchpad, adjusting discreetly into a stiff posture years of remote Academy teachings and active service have molded him into. 

There's no answer. 

Several rings later and he still can't sense or hear anything from the other side. He looks at Donghyuck to see if there's any alarm on his face to match what he feels.

"Probably sleeping," the other shrugs. "Just go in."

Mark would rather shoot out a window and throw himself off this floor than walk in on an omega in the throes of heat but his hesitation only lasts a few seconds. He forces the door lock open with a press of his agent against the security pad. 

Immediately he's struck by a wave of concentrated pheromones, stomach twisting but staying down as he realizes it's not as bad as he expected–mitigated slightly by the warmed-leather scent of the pile of clothing and bedding blocking the door. 

"What in the hell–?" Mark kicks through it, recognizing a pack-issue uniform tangled in the pillows and comforter. 

"Johnny's," Donghyuck answers, knowing he doesn't have the ability to discriminate scent profiles. "Jungwoo said she'd need it for her nest."

Mark groans, entering the room as cautiously as he'd cleared the school a day ago–wait wasn’t it three days ago? It feels like an eternity since that firefight. 

"____?" He calls, finding the bathroom empty and moving to the main chamber.

You're in a better state than he'd found you in than in Confinement, but not by much. That frail omega body is curled into the lower bunk around the same rucksack you'd brought with you, packed full of clothing. You're dressed, thankfully, in more layers than he expected–body shaking when he grabs your shoulder to give it a weak tug. 

"Are you okay?" 

You whine, burrowing deeper away from him. 

"No funny business, alright?" He finds himself warning, but it's not needed. Your skin is clammy to the touch, ears flat against sweat-damp hair as you protest him pulling you away from your cache. 

"Don't touch me," you say. It’s more of a growl, really, your voice deeper than he’s heard it. Something inside him sings to hear it, approving. He doesn’t have time to question it as Donghyuck panics, rushing to intervene. 

Mark elbows him in the gut so hard that he folds against the screen wall, wheezing.

“You forget to boost in those three minutes?”

“How could I?” Mark doesn’t need Alpha scent to recognize the younger is lying, staring Donghyuck down until he pulls out an inhaler and takes a puff. 

“Good?” Mark asks.

“Good.” The look the younger gives him is pure menace, lazy eyes darting to you. He ignores it, carefully watching your response. Your tail is dead weight on the bed, heavy for how still it is.

"We'll take you to Med, but you need to get up," Mark tells you.

“I can’t.” 

This time, when you speak, he believes you. 

Mark crouches on the floor beside your bunk, finding himself awkwardly unable to touch you lest Donghyuck lose it any more than he already is. His hand hovers over your ears, the fur tickling his palms. It's his first time touching them–he had no idea how soft they were. The sensation makes his pulse skip.

"Need . . . need to get out . . ." you whine. "I can't be alone. Need to get out of here."

"Okay." Mark doesn't argue with the request. "Can you get up?" 

You shake your head a bit. 

"Let Haechan carry your stuff," he sighs. "We'll help take you down." 

"It hurts," you say, quietly. "I'm so cold."

Can you be any more dramatic? he thinks, but doesn't say as much looking back at his partner to find his eyes wide, nostrils flaring and mouth in a thin line. 

"Don't move. Either of you." Mark says, retrieving a blanket from the pile near the door. He's not surprised that the moment he wraps it around your body there's an immediate relaxation in your shoulders, tail swaying under the new layer. 

"I'll carry you," he says with only a little bit of resignation. It takes effort to extricate you from your things but soon you're curled into his arms, those warm velveteen ears pressed up against his jaw as you cling to his tech vest. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, yelping a bit when he finally negotiates you both to a standing position, arm under your knees. "It just . . . it came out of nowhere.”

"What did?" Mark is grateful for the distraction as he carries you out the sliding door, almost tripping on more bedding. 

"Cramps." Your tiny reply carries a bit of embarrassment and he can't help but huff a laugh. Donghyuck is at his side sniffing experimentally, making Mark wish he had a free arm to push him back. He kicks with his boot instead, missing the younger Canid when he dances away. 

So much for having a second to help keep things in control. 

"We'll get you painkillers. Have you eaten yet?" 

You don't answer.

"I'll get food," Donghyuck offers, excitedly. "Anything you want or need–"

"Medical first," Mark orders. With your weight in his arms he's realized that the shivers in your body are involuntary, small quakes that seem to originate in your torso and spread to your limbs, making you rigid. Any doubts he had about your condition are beginning to dissolve, feeling you fight the pain to hold onto him. 

Thankfully Taeil is expecting you, helping him the moment the med wing doors slide open to get you into the nearest bed. He's relieved to no longer have you wrapped around him but there's a strange sensation in his chest watching the doctor unwind you from the duvet and check your pupils, attaching a remote monitor to your temple. 

"Why did you turn off your agent feed?" Taeil asks, tapping the screen on your wrist back to life. 

"Old habit," you murmur.

Mark watches your eyes slide to the right, towards the fogged view of the city skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. This floor is the lowest of their demesne, closest to the marine layer that reappears nightly no matter what sunset breaks through it. It’s late now, and there aren’t even stars to fixate on. 

"Your signal stopped hours ago. You need to cooperate or you're going to be in more pain than necessary." Taeil presses the face of his wrist worn agent to yours, initiating a data transfer.

It's rare Mark has seen Moon so agitated, realizing the older Alpha has thrown a white coat over sleepwear as if he'd been roused from bed. He's about to ask Donghyuck to get coffee when he finds the younger has already fled, your bag abandoned on the floor. 

"She'll live, I'm guessing?" Mark asks, watching the nearby screen pick up multiple waveforms. "What is all that?"

"It's standard to monitor her endocrine response through perspiration," Taeil explains, looking amused when Mark's expression remains blank. "Sweat. From her wrist gland." 

"Oh." Mark nods, keeping a straight face.

"She'll be in full heat within the next few hours," Taeil says. "We have a call to make."

"We do,” Mark nods. “Doyoung said–"

"We don't need any more orders," Taeil interrupts. "Let's discuss this in private."

You perk a little, still on your side. Mark catches the way your body adjusts and your ears swivel in your mussed hair. 

"Stay put." He doesn't add the tone shift of an order but you still give him acknowledgement in an eye roll. 

Taeil leads him to his own private quarters, keeping the glass doors programmed to mostly translucent as he shuts them. Mark is immediately struck by the disarray in the usually-clean room, the musty smell of Canid making his hackles raise.

"I've already messaged Doyoung. You're going to have to put her in Confinement." 

"What?" Mark is less shocked by the request than the look of resignation on Taeil's face as he watches you through the door. He coughs a little, as if to cover it.

"I've taken three dosages of suppressants in the past 12 hours. Do you understand?"

He glances Mark's way, glasses reflecting the low green light from outside. The sweatshine and the rough patch of growth darkening the doctor's chin all begin to make a little more sense. 

"Really?" He can't help but choke out. It's been years of working with the doctor and he'd never imagined seeing him lose his cool when he was needed the most. But then he'd never imagined you being dropped into their lives like a dirty bomb as Johnny had so articulately described.

"We can arrange for you to go to a rut hotel if you need to–"

"I'm not leaving." Taeil shakes his head. "If anything happens to her it's on me. But I need you to take charge and to keep us safe at all costs." 

"Keep us safe?" Mark is surprised at the use of words. "Not her?"

"She's the safety issue. Didn't you read the file I sent you?"

"I think I got it." Mark lies. He’s understood maybe one word out of the ten buried in scientific jargon but it was the debrief reports on investigation into suspected Nostradomina agent activity that had sunk in. If there’s one thing he understood it was infiltration. 

"I just don't think she's . . . we don't have any indication she's working with the Syndicate. Do we?"

Taeil grimaces. "That's not the problem. Do you understand why we had to separate her and the others?"

"Well everyone in the building but me wants to–you know."

He’s gesturing towards where he thinks Donghyuck is jerking into a potted plant but he ends up pinned in Moon’s unrelenting stare. The look the other man gives him is merciless.

"She's a liability. All reports indicate her kind are genetically engineered to take over a pack from the inside. Like an infection."

The words seem dissonant to the image of your body in a hospital bed, your eyes clenching every now and then in pain. Mark can't believe that something as small and vulnerable could constitute a real threat to their safety but he also knows instinct all too well. Growing up outside the Wild had just been a taste, seeing his kind in the throes of it in drills or in battle another thing altogether.

"Are you worried you'll go into jimseung like Jaehyun?" 

Taeil hesitates to answer. "I won't shift with my level of conditioning. Jungwoo and Yuta are safe, too . . . at least, I think. Both have exposure to omegas and aren't responding the way I am." 

"But they could." Mark says. He'd already gone over the results of Jungwoo's testing after the incident in Johnny's quarters–wanting to be sure the other Alpha wasn't playacting that he'd been perfectly in control. If Donghyuck or Jaehyun were any indication, holding it together in the presence of a ripe omega was too good to be true.

Whatever had happened, you'd been scared and hurt. He wasn't going to let that occur again, even if it meant grounding an asset.

"You have to understand she's something different. Possibly because she was raised in the Wild–some kind of new anomaly." Taeil paces the small area, wrestling with his thoughts. "I'm not in the right state of mind to do the experiments necessary to–"

"No. It's not necessary, period." Mark says, placing a hand out to signal he’s on board. "We get her through this heat cycle. You get through your rut. And then we figure out what to do with her."

"We need to put her in Containment, then." Taeil says. "Or . . ."

"Or what?"

Taeil doesn't look at him, crossing his arms as he takes in his unmade bed. 

"Accept our fate."

"No." Mark finds himself shaking his head, almost a little violently. 

"I don't want this as much as you do," Taeil says. “Too easy, too simple, really. But she’s embedded in the pack bond.”

"Johnny forbid it," Mark says, and he believes it. The prime Alpha's order always stood, regardless if he was present. Mark was willing to die by that rule even if the Canids had shown a marked dissent. Blaming biology and hierarchy only went so far–all of them were free agents and with nine people to manage they'd have to weather the storm together or suffer the consequences.

In this case, the risks were much too high to not face it together. Taeyong wasn't going to be himself for a few days–certainly not capable of making the tougher calls with the genetic bond you already shared.

No, that’s up to him, now. The understanding of it leaves him feeling more like a villain than a protector.

"No one touches her until Johnny allows it." He affirms.

Taeil opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He nods instead, reaching for the door control. 

"Do me a favor, Doc?" Mark says before he thinks too long about it. "Put her under, first? You can make it easy, right?"

Mark watches the elder's shoulders slump as he looks through the door at your huddled body.

"It's your call," Taeil says. "Hope we can stand by it."

"Do you feel better?" Mark asks, seeing you sitting up in bed.

"Infinitely."

You'd watched Taeil carefully as he administered the double injections into the dripline–waited until they were both distracted to pull the needle out of the connector port while keeping it trapped under the gauze on your wrist, pretending to look through your agent on your other hand. 

"You're probably starving."

You give him a weak smile. "Ramen isn't as good as I thought it would be."

"No," Mark agrees. "We'll get you the best meal ever when we get off lockdown. Whatever you want. Beef even."

Whatever you want, you think. Such a fitting testament to the next few minutes of stilted conversation. Taeil is hanging back like a beaten dog as you shyly answer Mark's questions, at some point sniffing his own clothing and making a face of revulsion.

Thankfully you hadn't waited long–not with the call that comes into Mark's comm. Again he'd gone into the next room, distractedly pacing as he talked to Yuta over his in-ear.

It didn't matter that the room was soundproof. You can tell your gambit has paid off by the absurdly annoyed expression on his face as you follow the conversation while making meaningless gestures on your wrist pad.

Mirroring Taeil's agent line had been simple. A beginner's hack, really.

Let the NSPD take care of it.

It's not a security vulnerability if you bring the whole team on. 

They'll answer to you if I tell them to–

No. No. Okay. 

Alright, alright. I'll be down in fifteen. 

Five, alright.

I have stuff to take care of here. No. Not that. 

Fine! I'm on my way.

"I need to take care of business on the sublevels. Are you alright resting here with Taeil and Haechan until I get back?" Mark asks once he's emerged again, only a corner of his mouth lifted. He's so very good at hiding his anxiety but you can smell it on him distinctly–sour lemon and a hint of bilgewater. You’re nauseated, as if you’re on the sea again.

"Haechan said he's making me something delicious and then I'll get some sleep, I think. I'm tired," you say, giving him a look of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I couldn't think straight with how much pain I was in." 

The words make you sick. The pain is interminable. You've kept the scream pressed between your gritted teeth but it's always there, like the lump in your throat and the slick between your thighs.

Containment. 

Put her under.

You'd met Mark's eyes when he'd said those last words through the glass and combined with your physical agony it had only strengthened your resolve. 

If you're going down, it's with a fight. You know how to pick your battles now that your main opponent has chosen his proxies.

Mark leans down over you to take your hand and you offer him your left quickly, squeezing it in your damp grip.

"It won't take long, he assures. "I'll check on you when I'm back. Please make sure to eat before you sleep." 

If you knew better you'd think his concern was genuine. You blink at him lazily, exposing your teeth in what you hope is a genuine smile. 

"Wake me up when it's over," you joke. 

"Soon," he says, and then he's out of the ward. Only that bitter rind scent remains, made worse by the brushfire of Taeil's rut setting in. 

You'd suspected enough after yesterday's confrontation but it's something else to scent a day's worth of Alpha stewing in his quarters. Over the cloying scent of disinfectants and the drug supplies you can’t help but scent through their refrigerated seals is something much more damning. Your doctor is compromised.

Good, you think.

Whatever rationality you're holding on to is disturbed by it. Unfortunately everything else piloting finds the Alpha’s scent criminally seductive. Right now Taeil smells like crisp white lychee, ripe beneath a prickly skin.

He’s still something of a mystery to you. Canid and an Alpha, yes. But no one recognizes him as such. Paying lip service to another omega, just doing his duty, unallowed the taste of what any of them would desire. He has to feel the pull the way you know his little helper does, the way Jungwoo did when you gave him the space for it. 

He's even more attractive, sleep-touched, glasses askew in his hair—especially when he attempts to hide what you already know is happening to him. You've watched him step back, shoulders hunched, unable to make eye contact. 

Yes, you think, he’s hooked. Now to pull in your catch.

Mark has disappeared long before you make your move. You’d be found out if you simply got up. Instead you make a tormented noise, adjusting in the bed. Pleasure roils through you when you see his back tense at the sound, more when he refuses to look at you.

"Hey," you say. "Could you lend a hand?"

Taeil turns around, head flinching a bit as if he's afraid of what he'll see. 

You beckon to the floor beside the bed.

"I brought some of my things. Kind of stuck here," you add, lifting your wrist. The needle doesn't pop free, but you're conscientious of the drag of the cannula as you disturb it.

"Of course." He says. He's still wary as he foists your pack onto the bed. As soon as you unzip it he puts distance between you, the animal present in his quick glances over his shoulder.

"Thank you, doctor," you say. "I appreciate you letting me stay here overnight. I felt like I was dying." 

"You're not . . ." he begins, immediately deflecting. "We'll make you comfortable for your stay for the next week."

"Week?" You ask in a hushed tone. "Will it hurt like this the whole time?" 

He swallows. "Most likely."

Your lip wobbles with effort, tears a little easier to produce with the knife-in-your-gut radiating pain.

"Don't worry," he says, rapidly. "I think I finally found a method to mimic cryotherapy. We'll insert a central catheter and keep you on a steady infusion of parental nutrition and sedatives. It's a last resort, but you'll be–"

"No," you say. You infuse the word with the hours of time you'd spent in a similar position, shepherded into a dreamless state by types just like him. Imperial physicians who considered your body an object at their disposal, to be treated or used alike. 

No, indeed. Never again.

"Please don't make me do this alone."

Taeil moves forward unconsciously, eyes lighter than you remember. For a moment you wonder if he's breaking already.

But then he's heading to the far side of the bed—most certainly to check your IV.

You dump the contents of your bag across your legs. Taeil pauses, catching sight of the object amidst undergarments and flimsy lingerie–all of which you'd worn recently. 

The satisfaction you experience seeing him falter is worth the shame of all that scent and that horrible thing Jungwoo had given you laid bare. 

"I'm so sorry," you improvise, stuffing everything back in your bag one-handed. "That isn't mine. I forgot I hid it there." 

"It's fine." 

It's absolutely not fine, if you're registering his panicked response correctly. 

You pretend to hide the toy, only furthering the comedy of the situation by clutching onto twenty centimeters of soft synthetic cock and fumbling it in your offhand grasp. You look up at his blank expression, stuffing it away innocently.

"Jungwoo gave me it," you say. "I haven't used it."

Taeil's throat bobs conspicuously as he occupies himself with his tablet, unable to make eye contact. "It's a very common aid. You may want to keep it . . . for later."

"I wouldn't know how to use it," you admit.

For once he's silent. You let it hang, pulling out a blocker spray you'd been retrieving as you wait for him to fold.

He says something quietly under his breath that you pretend not to catch.

"Sorry, what?" you ask, tiredly.

"Videos. There'sinstructionalvideos." The last part is a bit muffled as he covers his nose and mouth at the offending mist as you apply the spray. 

It's another little ploy you'd thought of in the past few days, after remembering something Wooyoung had said. The Alpha attractor was one of your more expensive purchases but you'd had to have it–curious what similarities the perfumer had captured to your own scent.

Majesté Impériale had been woefully dissimilar besides a few top notes but the synthetic pheromones were worth the price tag, judging by the way Taeil has moved away again.

"My apologies. I don't think this blocker is any good." You say, dousing yourself. 

"Please," Taeil answers from beneath his sleeve. "It's not going to do much at this point."

"Oh. Well. Can you show me that video?"

The silence returns, this time punctuated by the tap tap tap of a stylus as Taeil considers your request. 

"What video?" He asks, voice distant. 

"The instructional one?" you ask innocently. 

To his credit he shrugs off any embarrassment, back to practicality, but you can't miss the red blotches on his nape as he turns to regard you again. You know you're on thin ice but you cherish the fact that he's affected.

"I'll be happy to send it to you when you have your VR rig and are in a more comfortable environment," he says, mildly irritated. 

"Of course," you demure. You add a lazy tone to your voice. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He has the audacity to laugh. 

"You're surprisingly compliant tonight, Princess." 

50 ccs of ketamine by IV drip will do that, you think, a twinge of regret that you aren't experiencing it.

"I certainly feel better," you say, yawning. "Just . . . really sleepy."

"Good," he says, adjusting his glasses back onto his nose. "You should get some rest. I can wake you up whenever the brat is done burning down the kitchen. I should probably go check on him, actually."

You pretend not to respond, burrowing into the pillows and concentrating on slowing down your breathing and heart rate. There is some truth, you know, to the presence of Alpha pheromones being a sedative and analgesic in this state–but it's nowhere as good as the fluid dripping useless down your wrist.

You keep your ears and tail still as you hear the doctor approach you again. It's not like you can hide the brainwave monitor but you lean into your meditation exercises for that. It won't be long, after all. 

Taeil is wary as he approaches, not buying your act but too distracted to anticipate danger. You can smell the blockers on him, also useless with the onset of rut. His bloom is woodsy with a hint of spice–safe and delicious to your fox. You let her unfurl a little when he's close enough for you to feel the heat from his body—radiating cleansers and traces of bitter-sharp that you suspect are remnants of release from earlier. 

How many times had he come to the fantasy of you already, you wonder. The thought is surprisingly satisfying, accompanied by the memory of watching Jungwoo earlier. Warm skin so close and willing to be explored, blood pumping heat to your sex and bringing precious fluid to the surface–

"____," he says. "You can stop pretending. You should have gone under three minutes ago." 

You don't give him the satisfaction of springing awake, or moving at all. A calloused hand presses down your ears and they barely twitch, but something else deeper inside you does at the petting. You let go a shuddering sigh. 

Immediately Taeil freezes. You resume breathing deeply until he settles, giving your ear a sharp tug. 

You stay still. 

You wish he'd continue–wish he'd touch you more in an effort to test your resolve. 

In your own fantasies he'd undress you and prepare you for the procedure while you fought to remain unresponsive, letting him slide his hands down your naked body without resistance, using you for his own satisfaction as you stifled any sound–

"Last chance," he says, angling your head away. "Stay down."

The order thrums through you like a shockwave.

You hear the click of the penlight before your eyelid is lifted and with that first sliver of light you make your choice between the syringe under your pillow and your own, personal, last resort. 

You choose the worser form of violence. 

You seize his wrist and bite into it with all your might–still, technically, staying down.

"No!" He jerks away, free hand connecting with your skull so hard your vision flashes white. He fists your hair to break your hold as hot sweetness floods your mouth, that trickle matched by the one soaking between your legs.

You look up at his bloodless face as his grip goes slack, unable to fight, eyes pitted with the sudden dilation of his pupils. 

After a few seconds you loosen your jaw, licking softly at the shallow wound . . . as if you were truly apologetic. The whimper he makes is pathetic, eyes scrunching closed at the heavenly sensation. 

"I told you if you drugged me again you'd regret it," you say, between swipes of your tongue. "You didn't give me a choice."

"I was trying to help you," he says. He pulls back your head with a sharp yank, freezing the moment you let out a mewl of pain. He lets go, instantly, bewildered.

"This is the kindest thing you've done for me since you saved my life, Taeil," you say, kissing his wrist before you release it. "I remember."

"I shouldn't have," he says.

Under the warm glow of your successful conquest you feel the sting of his words.

With the bond in effect he can feel it, too, regret flitting across his dazed features. He's angry with you but it's the same irritation as if a fly were buzzing about his head–not the response of a man who's just lost his free will.

"At least you're being honest," you say. It feels good to know it, finally–to not question everything being said or done to you. 

"I thought so," he says, checking the cannula and finding your pulled out IV. "No wonder you're still in pain."

"Stop," you order. He holds, unable to continue re-inserting the needle.

"Please let me give you something for it, at least." It's almost begging for how clearly desperate he is for relief from the pain transferred between you. Sweat drips into his sideburns, trickling down his neck.

"First time knowing what it feels like to be one of us? You'll be such a better doctor after this. Maybe even a better Alpha."

"Doubtful," he responds. 

You laugh. Just as suddenly you regret it, doubling over as a fresh wave of agony ripples through you.

"Fuck." He collapses against the bed on his side as the pain crests, sucking in sharp breaths with each aftershock. Once it subsides he's barely standing.

"How was that so fast?" he muses. You know he isn't referring to the cramps. "It only took a few seconds. I could have recorded the recombination . . . Studied it . . ."

The fact that he's more upset at missing data instead of being bondmarked confuses your fox, but you cherish it. He really wasn't a bad first choice.

"I don't know why. I'm sorry."

"No you're not," he huffs, smearing blood across the sheet as he picks himself up. "I can feel that, you know. You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Stay down." You repeat his order back, savoring the flavor of it on your blood-soaked tongue. You can't help but enjoy this new invulnerability, the way his knees buckle and he's forced to hold on to the bed rail.

"Only once, after Johnny," you explain. "One of the new eunuch bodyguards they gave me was an Alpha spy. Like you, I suppose–chemical castration only."

You stuff down the revulsion at the memory, stalked through the gardens by what you thought was just another foot soldier for the Syndicate. You were used to your share of creeps even amidst the eunuchs but you’d recognized that Alpha stench the moment he’d pinned you in the grass. He'd almost had you, the knife your mother had made you carry in your sleeve useless against his disproportionate strength and speed.

"He only made it a few days before he tried to claim me. I managed to bite his hand when he tried to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming. And–well. All I had to do was ask nicely after that. He would have turned himself in, if I hadn’t asked him to help me by ending his own life."

Taeil watches you carefully, a wave of impression bringing you distant traces of satisfaction under the horror. He likes knowing you can protect yourself, you think. Your fox is singing with joy at the first positive feedback it's received from him without a barrier.

"I didn’t think he would do it,” you say, truthful now that there’s no need for secrets between you. “Do you know, he was still begging for me until the end, even after he shoved a blade into his own heart?"

You dig your nails into your forearm, drawing blood. Taeil mirrors you, clutching his bitten forearm at the pain and collapsing across the bed. You pull him to you, cradling his narrow shoulders. He doesn't fight at all, laying prone across your legs.

"I would have done it sooner but I wanted to give you a chance to do the right thing, since you saved me before," you say. “I’ll be kind and give you the choice to help me. Again.”

The man in your lap is completely yours, easier even than you expected. You stroke wild locks from his forehead, savoring the ambergris and musk released as he buries himself in your scent, finally. Your own pet–a decade in the making.

If you'd have chosen to bite Taeyong somewhere more vulnerable–nearer his scent gland–maybe you'd have been able to avoid this altogether. It had felt too risky at the time, too likely to get you in trouble. You'd been proven right.

The truth of your nature isn't something any of you can avoid now. 

Either they accepted you, or they killed you. You weren't going to wait and find out which. 

"You will help me, won’t you? Don’t you want to make the pain stop?"

"Guess I don't have to ask you your levels anymore," he jests, disarming you. “You should take something.”

"There's an easier solution to all of this," you say, thinking of what he’d said earlier. “Accept your fate.”

"What?" Taeil's face is buried in your belly, only a layer of synthetic down separating you. Your fingers drag lightly over his skull.

"Mate me," you say. "Maybe if you're a good Alpha I'll let you claim me, too."

His shoulders move with what you assume is a fight against his own instinct. When he finally turns his head to blink at you lazily you realize he's laughing at you, again.

"How is that funny?" you ask.

"Oh I could. We all could. But you'll just get worse," he says, slurring a little.

"What do you mean?"

Taeil's amber-touched eyes unfocus, settling on your neck. "Your heat. Won't break. Not until . . ."

He reaches for you, gesticulating a bit before his hand flops down. You panic, feeling more than seeing him begin to slip away. It feels a little like drowning again, watching your Alpha disappear into the waves of unconsciousness.

"Taeil?"

Something is terribly wrong, your animal brain unable to parse why as he slips out of your grasp, toppling a tray table in the process. A flash of yellow-white tubing follows.

You spider out of the hospital bed, dropping to the cold tile on top of his prostrate form and ripping out the needle he's secretly inserted in his forearm.

"No, no, no, stay with me–" you plead, slapping his jaw. "Don't leave me."

"Not gonna die," Taeil chuckles, unfolding on the tile. His white coat is spread like wings under his sleepwear, darkened with sweat, what looks suspiciously like an erection tenting his pants. "Just. So . . . high."

"Stay awake," you order. 

His eyes flutter open for a half-second, looking up at you with dazzling affection. 

"Good luck, princess . . . you'll need it."

Then he's out like a light extinguished, mouth partially open. You rock against his hips, with zero response.

"Wake up!" You yowl, already finding the shape under you flagging, your body desperate for him to return the favor.

You repeat his gestures to check his closed eye, his pupil barely responsive. He breathes shallowly underneath you as you curl over his chest, fists balled in frustration.

One down, five to go.

It's going to be a long night.

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[womanofwords]

Pizza Run

OK, here’s the deal. I asked, and you answered. Link to the poll here because Tumblr doesn’t allow you to edit polls.

Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles laid around the lounge area, bored out of their minds. They hadn’t seen Peter and Mayday all day (maybe they were having a daddy and baby day in their own universe) and there was literally nothing for them to do, except homework, which Pavitr was doing because he was a giant nerd.

“Guys, where do we get food?” Pavitr asked.

“There’s a cafeteria, right? Got good burgers there, I think,” Gwen said.

“I can’t eat those, I’m vegetarian.”

“How about pizza, little man?” Hobie suggested.

“Yes, pizza!” His delight became confusion. “Wait . . . what’s pizza?”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT PIZZA IS?” Miles yelled.

“Pease don’t yell at me for this,” Pavitr whimpered.

“Seriously, you’ve never had pizza?” Gwen asked.

“No.” Pavitr looked at them with wide, innocent eyes. “Is it nice?”

“It’s the best,” Gwen promised. “This means that we will be taking you to get pizza from the cafeteria immediately. We’re going to Sector 5.”

“Yes, where the pizza is!” Pavitr replied.

“WHERE THE PIZZA IS!” Hobie, Miles and Gwen echoed.

Twenty minutes later

“The cafeteria just ran out of pizza,” Gwen groaned. “Sorry, Pavitr.”

“It’s OK,” Pavitr said. He didn’t look OK.

“Another victim of capitalism,” Hobie sighed. “Who could have bought the last few slices of pizza?”

“Good job with your first few slices of pizzas, Mayday!” Peter B. Parker encouraged, as Mayday giggled. She took a few bites and threw the pizza slice at Spider-Cop. Hobie sniggered as it slid down his face and tarred his badge with tomato sauce.

“Seriously? Peter bought almost a whole pizza so Mayday could throw it?” Gwen complained.

“Such a good aim. I will babysit her any day,” Hobie grinned. “We still need pizza.”

“Put-put-perhaps I can help,” Peter Parkedcar said.

“There’s a Spider-Car?” Pavitr gasped. “So cool!”

“Spider-Mobile, actually,” Peter Parkedcar corrected. “What’s your destination?”

“Anywhere with decent pizza,” Miles said.

“I know just the place. So long as one of you pays for oil, I’ll take you,” the sentient car said.

“Capitalism has even affected cars,” Hobie grumbled.

Miles rummaged around for any money. “You think they’ll accept this?”

“I have money in my glovebox. Take that and pay with it.” After the explanation, the doors opened for the teens. “Get in before I change my mind.”

“Cool!” The arachteens clambered in and waited for Peter Parkedcar to take off towards pizza.

Only he never did.

“Uhh . . . hello? Did you run out of oil?”

“Do I jumpstart you or hotwire you?” Hobie said, already trying to clamber out of the car to find a pair of pliers.

“I’m not moving until you’re wearing seatbelts,” Spider-Mobile said.

“But I am wearing a seatbelt,” Pavitr replied.

“Not you, the rest of them!” Miles, Gwen and Hobie grumbled before putting on seatbelts.

“You’re worse than my dad, and he’s literally a cop,” Gwen and Miles said in unison.

“You were raised by the feds?” Hobie exclaimed, his eyes uncharacteristically wide with shock. “That explains some things.”

“Now that all of you are buckled in, it is finally safe for me to do this.” Spider-Mobile took off, racing up walls and hurtling past other Spider-People at breakneck speeds. The four kids screamed (Gwen, Miles and Pavitr with terror and Hobie with joy) as Peter Parkedcar, now in his superhero alias of Spider-Mobile, raced towards the nearest pizza joint.

“Thanks, Spider-Mobile,” Hobie said, dragging Miles out of the car. “Do you mind if we eat while sitting inside you or do you not want that?”

“Where you consume your fuel is not my put-put-problem, unless you spill anything,” Peter Parkedcar told him. “However, I believe that you now owe me some fuel.”

“Sure, mate. I’ll do that,” Hobie said, walking around to the gas pump. “Miles, you get me some pineapple on pizza while you’re in there.”

“You’d eat that?” Miles said, grimacing with disgust.

“Don’t knock it till you try it, little man. Pav, how about you get yourself a cheese pizza?”

“There’s cheese on pizza?” Pavitr gasped. “Cool!”

“Don’t get too excited, it’s basically a default pizza,” Gwen explained.

“I’ll take it!” Pavitr replied.

Miles began to list things on his fingers. “Pineapple on pizza, cheese pizza, pepperoni for me and . . . what do you want, Gwen?”

“Chicken with hot dog stuffed crust,” Gwen ordered.

Miguel O’Hara walked around Spider-Society minding his own business with Jessica. “Jessica?” he asked her.

“Hmm?”

“Why does this place seem so oddly quiet? Is someone missing that shouldn’t be missing? How many people are missing?”

At that moment, Peter Parkedcar drove by Miguel as four teenagers in spider-suits whooped and laughed.

“There’s your answer, I guess,” Jessica said, concealing a smile.

“I have never known rest,” Miguel muttered.

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[theanimewriter]

hihi i have an idea what if the group saw (y/n) coincedentally during (Vol 11, Ch 144-145.5) (they accidentally bumped ito them and invited them to come along)(i thought it was kinda weird and then i remembered najimi is also there for some reason) (i dont know if you read the manga but i recommend it because its really funny and a bit questionable.. but overall it is very entertaining) :> - 06/17/2022

Golden Week is better with you //Part 1.//

pairing: gn!reader x Shousuke Komi

genre:Fluff

Warning: None!

Summary: It Golden week and Komi’s,Tadano’s,family is there to spend time on a fun adventure.(Plus najimi is there too.)Come to find out that you are also there for a trip with your family as well;maybe this trip won’t be so unbearable if you are there with Shousuke.

This is the week where family came all around just to join together and to have fun with each other.Twin Course Mosaki used to be just a cart racing park,but now of days it has became a big amusement park;plus there’s a campsite for families to enjoy.

And Your family is also no exception to this event.Your whole family wanted to go to the Twin Course Mosaki to camp and have a good time together.

Once you have arrived to your destination,you and your family have gotten out of the car; your parents told you ‘to go straight to the New Feel Athletic WakuWaku to have fun and maybe meet some friends that you knew there.’ So you did as you were told and headed your way there.

When you got close to the crazy jungle building, you heard a very familiar annoying high pitch voice. “WHOHOOO!!! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR WEEKS FOR THIS!! LET’S GO EVERYONE~~~!!”

Of course it’s that voice.Najimi’s voice. just as you gotten a bit closer,you notice that Tadano was there and not just him but Shouko and Shousuke is there as well.You saw Tadano chatting with Shousuke-or rather,Him talking to himself since Shousuke was just blankly staring at Shousuke.

Then Tadano saw you coming up to the group.”Ah! Y/N I didn’t think you would be coming here.” Tadano said with his arm beside his head.Shousuke was just staring and before he could say anything,you all heard from afar, “COME~~~LET’S GOOOOOO!!!!”

“Why don’t you come and join us,Y/N.” Tadano said with a smile on his face, “I mean you’re already here so..”

“HURRY UUUUUUP!!!!”

All Tadano did was Granged and yell that he was coming and walk inside the building.When Tadano was out of ear shot you said to Shousuke, “ I can tell that you you look more grumpy than you usually do.”

Shousuke just grab your hand and pull you into the building before the demon-I mean,Hitomi was going to drag him in herself.

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THE GAME HAS BEGIN

Once everyone was there and ready, the race to the top is starting now!

“WAAAAI!!!! THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!”

Of course,the first one that went up was Najimi.They went to the first obstacle.It was like a big spider-Web that they had to go through,it was made out of rope. 

Najimi made it through with ease,while yelling the whole time as well.Everyone was even impress by Najimi and they all clap-almost everyone (Shousuke-mood killer) and Hitomi even said, “You’re as agile as always,Najimi.”

The next turn is Komi-sans.All she had to do was to jump to rope to rope all the way to the other end of the monkey gym.Then she was try to go through a hole but was a bit harder for someone like her to do because-

“Komi you are tall.So you’re at a disadvantage.” Tadano said trying to make Komi feel better for not fitting to go in,but all it did to make her embarrassed about her height.

Tadano turn… honestly,nothing really happens so we could skip this part.

Shousuke was up next.He been quiet most of the time and just watching-not them but you.He just wanted to be by your side the whole time while listening to you talk about your day or your interest.(Much more entertaining then this whole dumb thing that going on.)

Hitomi was not going to let him make goo-goo eyes at you and have him being a love sick boy his whole unproductive life, so she just stared at him without saying a word.

“…..”

“……..”

Shousuke finally gave up after a couple minutes of Hitomi staring him down and he just went to complete the challenge of swing bar to bar.

Who would Shousuke be if he didn’t do it like he was a professional athlete.And who would Hitomi be if she didn’t patronize Shousuke by saying, “So you can do it if you try~~~Shousuke you’re so cool~~!”

He would have liked it if you were the one saying that to him.(Because it wouldn’t say like he was a kid who learn how to walk for the first time.)

“You’re doing great Shousuke,Way to not be grumpy!!” You yell from afar.When Shousuke reach the other side he saw Shuoko just smirking at him knowing full well that he love the praise that you gave him.

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There are only a few more trials to go through and the one the gang had come to is a Big rock wall that’s looks like it falling and hanging on a string.

“Whoa…This one’s slanted back” Tadano comment amaze of how the rock wall.

Najimi wanted to be the first one up.Then Tadano went up and right before he could reach the top Najimi said, “Fight on…..FIGHT ON!!!!” Najimi seem to get even more intense than before;Tadano couldn’t help but feel a little concerned by this.(He did try to cheer as well but it was still sounded very confused.)

Hitomi also went up and she also yelled on the top of her lungs with Najimi.(Shousuke and Shouko-Komi-San- both thought at the same time of, Do we have to yell too?) Shuoko climbed up as well and tried to cheer with Hitomi and Najimi (Which went very unsuccessfully.)

Shousuke pointed for you to go up before he does-Gentleman that he is- but you instead that it’s ok for him to go up before you.(For Shousuke it wasn’t a big deal and he always listens to you when you tell him to do something)

Once Shousuke had gotten to the top he heard, “Huh why do you listen to Y/N so easily but not me!!! Not cool little bro!” Hitomi complain mockingly, she was always ready to tease Shousuke at any given moment,isn’t she.All he did was ignore her well he saw you reaching the top of the rock climbing wall.

Shousuke reach out his hand to pull you up, but then Shuoko saw from afar of how touchy her little brother why being (for Shousuke at lest in public that is) and she snickered at him knowing that he did that on purpose just to hold your hand for a tiny bit.

“Thank you,Shousuke.” You said to him.

Shousuke just nod his head as a way to say ‘your welcome.’

As more of the games you guys went through the more Shousuke got hotter and hotter.The weather was very sunny and Shousuke hates having to do stuff on a hot sunny day.

So when the group almost reach the top you saw Shousuke lift his shirt and rub his face with it.You saw Shousuke did this and was shock to see him do that.

You tried to look away but you couldn’t-But to be fair,It’s Shousuke for crying out loud.When Shousuke put his shirt down and saw you staring at him.

When he saw this he was confused for a hot second, but notice that you were staring at his torso. Shousuke raise an eyebrow when you turned away from him and walked towards the group.

Shousuke also walked towards the group while he only thought about how you were eyeing him up thinking you didn’t just got caught by him.

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There was a few more things before they got to the end.

First Shuoko tried to walked through the balance beam with ropes everywhere.Then Najimi got a cramp while climbing up the big long rope.After that Shousuke tried to escape and he was able to condense you to come with him; (and when I mean condense-I mean,he grab your arm and dragged you to the exit.) but before he could even touch the door knob, Hitomi grab him by the collar of his shirt and dragged both of you back to the group.

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“WE REACHED THE TOP~!!” Najimi yelled on the top of their lungs as they ring the big bell above them.

Hitomi took a picture of you,Tadano,Shuoko,and Najimi while Shousuke stood off to the side staring at ‘something.’ Hitomi pointed at a stamp that you can put on your hand as a award for you reaching the top.

You saw Shousuke off to the side (As usual) and he didn’t have a stamp on him.So, you decided to go up to him with the stamp and gently grab his hand and put the stamp badge on him.

This did surprise Shousuke despite how he looks like he doesn’t care (he does care,a lot) and you were also very close to his face to the point he can see very detail of it (and he loved every second of it).Shousuke just wanted this moment to last forever, but all good things come to the end.

“Come on love birds~Let’s go back to the camp site!” Hitomi teased the both of you,but especially towards Shousuke because she notice that he was staring at you for a little to long for a friendly comfort.

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The Camp Grounds

“Ever since He started High School,He been more happy lastly~” Shūko was beaming about Shousuke to the other parents ‘bout his well being.

Tadano mother said back. “I know how that feels~!! It’s so nice to see your win kids happy with their school life!!”

“And how sweet it was when they come with a smile on their face!” Your parent(s) said two the other mothers.

Then Shūko said with a soft smile on her face, “I guess this is just part of being an adult.I wonder if they’re even having fun on this vacation…”

“WE’RE BACK~!” The parents turned their heads to the voice of Najimi’s running towards them with the rest of the group.

Tadano,Hitomi,and Shouko were all taking to watching about how fun today was.You and Shousuke and the other hand seem to being talking too-By that I mean,you were taking to him.

Shūko just looked at Tadano mom and your parent(s) and giggled to them about how much fun you all had and it showed.

With a Joyous smile Shūko said, “Welcome back!”

Note: I just wanted to say there wasn’t much Shousuke x reader content until the slight end,so I’m sorry about that.(I feel like this story wasn’t this good,But I’ll make the other part if a lot of people wish to see it.)

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[marxh16]

THE EXPERIENCE

'intramurals'

During this event I experience a lot of things like, getting injured, embarrass, crying and many more, and I would like to share this experience to all of you

Day 1 (01/15/24)

This is are first day of our event. In this day we woke up early and showcase or present our respective team by cheering and dancing our chosen brute, while walking toward are destination which is our school GFI. During the parade we all enjoy the every second walking in the street even if the sun is already up and heated up our skin.

Day 2 (01/16/24)

This day is the day that the ball games start. As you all know I participate in playing basketball And volleyball and this is our first lose, I was very excited that day because I really hope that we win but hopefully we lost I was mad at the same time happy because I did play and I also enjoy playing with different people and interact with them, also that morning we play basketball I was very nervous because I don't know how to play, I just did it because there's no other player we almost lost that time but we WIN in that afternoon we play again the two teams declare the default because there's no player and again we WIN but at the same time my right hand got injured but still I enjoy it.

Day 3 (01/17/24)

In this day I never thought the we can still play volleyball we all are focus, we all wanted to win even 1 but still didn't make it, we all are happy and injured at the same time but still enjoy it, and also that afternoon we basketball women play because we have to win twice so that we can be the champion, this time I really cry, I cry in my friends arm because we lose and I know I'm the reason they try really hard to make me happy.

Day 4 (01/18/24)

This is the last day of our play if we didn't win the play we we'll lose the championship title, this time I really try my best to be good to play even if my hands got injured, my neck is aching, and my legs is trembling but even if we try our best we still lose, I really want to cry but this time I didn't because I know from myself that I really try my best, so in that time I'm very happy I don't know why I think because my friends are always there cheering for me even there afar. In the evening the pageant start, people are cheering at there chosen candidate, yelling, and shouting and while waiting for the candidate I look at the time and said to myself that it's really really late so I decided that I go home and just ask my friends who the winner is.

Day 5 (01/19/24)

The day that all the jipoys and jipays are waiting the play for the championship, falcons vs lions. In this day I didn't attend because as you all know my body is really tired, but as our members updating the things that have done, I was very scared to death what will be the outcome of the play, the first match the lions is the winner and the play will resume in the afternoon as they keep updating my heart keeps racing as they announce that the winner is falcon I think my heart that time has gone insane I am very happy and quiet disappointed of myself for not winning but still happy because also we falcons is the overall winner.

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