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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.

Author's note: I'm sorry.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

"Oh god! Eddie! Eddie, don't stop, don't stop!" Your knees are burning from the scratchy carpet beneath them, and your back is starting to ache from the harsh arch, but the way he was fucking you from behind, staring at you in the full length mirror of your bedroom was more than worth it.

"M'not gonna stop, baby, gotta feel you cream on my cock one more time before I fill this perfect pussy up, yeah? Can you do that for me, princess?" Eddie grits out, the room filled with the sound of skin on skin and his pants and your moans

"Mm, yeah, but want you to cum in my mouth!" You cry out in pleasure as he pulls on your ponytail, yanking your head back.

"Jesus, fuck, baby, you trying to kill me?!" He growls, huffing out a laugh as you smirk at him. He pushes you back down so your chin is pretty much touching the floor, back arched so your ass is up for him as he fucks you, all the while you're maintaining eye contact in the mirror.

You'd already fucked most of the night and as soon as you'd woken up you had, quote, "sucked the soul" out of Eddie's cock, but you honestly couldn't get enough of each other. Once you had finished blowing him and he had finished fucking your brains out in your shower, you'd made him breakfast, bringing it up to your bedroom to eat and he'd said you looked fucking sexy with a plate of waffles in your hand, which had led to you on all fours in front of your mirror.

Your pussy was so sore, so sensitive but you couldn't give a fuck. You craved Eddie like nothing you'd ever experienced before, and he had told you the same. His cock pounds into your g-spot as he keeps a bruising hold on your hips, and your orgasm sneaks up on you, making you cry out his name and your knees almost give out.

"Shit, fuck, baby, turn around-" Eddie gasps, his breath hitching like it did before he came, and you quickly do so. Eddie whips off the condom and you swallow his cock down immediately, taking him to the back of your throat and allowing him to fuck your face. It only takes a few thrusts of his hips before he's spilling into your mouth with heavy pants and a grunt. Your eyes flick up to him as you take his load, pulling off his cock and showing him his seed on your tongue before swallowing with a devilish grin.

Eddie laughs in disbelief, collapsing onto your bed and pulling you with him.

"Where have you been all my life?" He asks, still breathing heavily as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Jesus, I think my dick is gonna fall off."

"Uh uh, not allowed, it's way too good to fall off." You giggle, brushing your nose against his. Eddie squeezed you tighter to him, and for a few minutes you laid in comfortable silence. And then that gnawing feeling reared its ugly head again. After a night of crazy good sex, where it was clear that both of you were after more than simply just getting off. Sleeping together in the same bed with Eddie's arms wrapped around you the ENTIRE time, watching movies together and cuddling, kisses that were soft, tender and loving, it was like you were a couple already.

So...were you?

"So, uh..." you both say at the same time.

"Oh, you first," Eddie says and you laugh, shaking your head.

"You first, I'm always the one talking first."

"Okay, so, uh, I've been thinking, you know, in the small amount of time I've had between, y'know, mind blowing orgasms." He chuckles, sitting up on his elbows and looking down at you laid next to him. "Is this-" he gestures between the two of you "I mean...do you want- I mean, I definitely want but I don't know if you want this to be- fuck, why is this so hard?"

You giggle, unable to hide your smile.

"Eddie, just say it." You say gently, and he links his fingers through yours.

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Honestly, I was getting tired of waiting for you to ask," you grin, rolling on top of him and kissing him. "Yeah, I really wanna be your girlfriend. Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Abso-fucking-lutley, baby."

A few weeks pass, and you and Eddie had made no secret of your relationship despite the odd looks you'd first gotten when you'd strolled through the halls of Hawkins High hand in hand. Eddie was reluctant at first, not wanting the backlash to rain down on you for dating the resident Satanic-cult leading freak, but you promptly told him that you did not care. You were happy, he was happy, fuck everyone else.

The last few weeks were a brilliant blur, filled with dates, DnD, make out sessions leading to more mind blowing orgasms than you could count, and late night sneaking out of the house, or sneaking Eddie into your room because you both missed each other too much. You knew you were in love with him, and he was with you, but neither of you had the balls to say it yet.

Well, at least that's what you thought.

On your month anniversary of dating, you and Eddie had arranged to meet in the woods after he'd carried out a quick deal; you weren't able to hang out tonight thanks to homework, but you had an hour to spend with your beloved Eddie before you'd have to go home. At least you'd have time to celebrate a little.

And Eddie was going to tell you he loved you.

Your last period was gym, which ran over a little, so Eddie had a little time to get himself to your spot, and make sure he looked presentable and not like a nervous wreck. He'd never told anyone he loved them before, apart from his mom years ago and maybe Wayne once or twice. And yeah sure he loved his guitar, and he loved Metallica and he loved weed but you....you came above all of that. His future, marriage, kids, all of that had never crossed his mind before you'd spoken to him and now, now it was all he could think about when he thought of you.

Maybe it was too soon, but Eddie was 20, soon to be 21, and Wayne had been nagging on him more and more recently to start getting his act together for a better future. He didn't want to be stuck in his grimy bedroom for the next 40 years.

Eddie's heart was already pounding and his palms were sweaty as the final bell of the day rang, and he quickly made his way to his locker to pick up some stuff before meeting you. He input the code, gave it a smack as usual and the door swung open, and a small Polaroid fell out and onto the floor by Eddie's feet.

"What the-" Eddie definitely hadn't left that there. He bent down, chuckling as he picked it up. You were so cute, leaving him little pictures in his-

"Fuck?" When he turned the Polaroid over, his blood ran cold.

It was a picture of a very naked you. He knew it was you, he'd had more than enough experience with your naked body to know it was, despite your face being cut off from your mouth up. Spread out on your back, tits on display and a hand teasingly covering your pussy. The hand that wasn't covering your pussy was sucking your finger suggestively. Below the photo was a note that made Eddie feel like he had been punched in the stomach and chest simultaneously.

You didn't think she really wanted you, did you?

Eddie's heart hammered in his fucking ears as he stuffed the picture into his pocket. He slammed his locker shut and stormed out of the building.

You didn't bother to change out of your gym clothes to meet Eddie; he'd made a comment about the shorts looking "fucking hot" on you once before and honestly, you pretty much figured they wouldn't be staying on for long.

When you approached your meeting spot, you immediately sensed something was off. Eddie was pacing, when usually he'd just be sat at the picnic bench rolling a joint or something. Maybe his deal hadn't gone well?

"Hey handsome," you smile as he glances in your direction as he hears you approaching. He doesn't return your smile. "Eddie? You okay?"

He lets out a humourless laugh, and your stomach twists. This wasn't like him at all. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something, throwing it down onto the picnic table.

"So, Y/N, trying to make your way through all the guys in the senior year, huh? Ticked off all the guys on the football team, basketball team, swim team, thought you'd check off the freak of Hawkins too?"

You glance down at the object on the table, and your hand flies to your mouth when you realise what it is. You snatch it up, reading the note on the bottom.

"Eddie, this-this isn't what-"

"It looks like?" Eddie sneers and you flinch at his tone. It's cruel, cold, the opposite of your Eddie. "Please, Y/N, I'm not fucking stupid."

"And I'm telling you this isn't what you think!" You protest. "I'm with you, Eddie, I lo-"

"Don't. Don't fucking go there, Y/N." He hisses, and you curse at yourself for letting tears escape. "I'm sorry I put a temporary stop in your Dicks of Hawkins High checklist, but don't worry, you can tick me off and carry on."

"W-what?" Your blood runs cold and you stare at Eddie, who doesn't meet your eyes. His own eyes look red and wet and he hastily wipes at them with the sleeve of his shirt. "Eddie, what are you saying?"

He stays silent. You let out a sharp exhale, your sadness suddenly flipping to anger. Who the fuck did he think he was?!

"You're not even going to give me a chance to explain? You automatically just assume that, what, I'm a whore and this whole time I've just been gearing up to hurt you? Fuck you, Munson." You spit out with a venomous scoff, concealing a sob. He watches as you snatch up the picture and stuff it in your bag before walking away. When you've disappeared from sight, he drives his fist into the nearest tree trunk, cursing out loud.

What had he done?

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isaut · 3 months

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inspired by this. diluc x reader though he's not really here.

your eldest daughter, dorothea, has had all of life's finest pleasures handed to her. a large room with tall ceilings. a four post bed that's made for her every day. tutoring from the finest governess in mondstadt. access to nearly every book in teyvat. as many canvases as she desires.

your eldest daughter, dorothea, is not the finest seamstress. even in her old age, adelinde has spent the time repairing garments when they fray or when buttons come loose. and if adelinde cannot fix it, the garment is sent to the tailor and returns, good as new, within the fortnight.

however, your eldest daughter, dorothea, is obsessed with fashion. she pours over the magazines, takes special trips to visit the tailor, watches him with rapt attention as he takes measurements and selects garments. the best she can do, however, is wear them and truly appreciate their craftsmanship.

when mother's day comes about, dorothea is nervous. she bites at her nails, though she keeps their long length, and twists her fingers together throughout all of breakfast. breakfast is nothing short of a feast of your favorite foods: waffles topped with syruped berries, thin slices of meat and freshly squeezed juices.

your middle (by two hours), isolde, excitedly tells you she "picked the berries with papa!" and drowns you in a hugs and kisses. you accept each one of them and return them in kind, always willing to give into the touchiness of your middle. dorothea was touchy once, too, but teenage angst has claimed her in the meantime.

your youngest, heiro, has presented you with a painting. the background is an artfully done landscape, probably by his eldest sister, as his three year old motor skills have only allowed for him to draw stick figures. there's you, holding hands with him, who holds hands with his twin sister isolde, who holds hand with dorothea, who holds hands with diluc. (there's a fourteen year age gap between dorothea and the twins, who had been nothing short of a blessed surprise.)

dorothea is anxious, as she presents you with a box. you accept it with grace, and undo the ribbon around it. Inside of it is a dress. a simple, white dress with fine, albeit shaky stitching in some places. there's greenery embroidered throughout, in neat, perfect stiches.

you are, without a shadow of a doubt, speechless. your fingers dance over the embroidery, mouth open in awe.

"do you like it?" dorothea asks, voice small.

you glance up at your nervous daughter. "it's stunning, dorothea. i absolutely adore it. can i give you a hug?"

dorothea nods, and comes closer, falling into your embrace.

"i love you," you remind her. "thank you."

"love you too," dorothea mumbles back. "i had augustine help."

pulling away, you smile up at her. "so that's what you've been spending so much time doing?"

dorothea nods, sheepish.

"i'll have to go put it on," you say, rising from the breakfast table. "but i'll be right back down, and how about we go on a walk?"

red brushes dorothea's cheeks, and she nods. you excuse yourself, and head upstairs to get changed.

#by ophelia #diluc x reader

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Hey Olivia !! I hope you’re having a wonderful day ! I I was wondering if I can request a fic !! Bucky celebrating your birthday with friends . Maybe husband/dad Bucky or best friend (to lover) Bucky ! Whatever you feel like ! Sending you love Ollie xoxo

Don't Wanna Miss A Thing || Bucky Barnes

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, unprotected sex, fluff WC: 1.8k

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You woke to a soft kiss on your forehead and watched Bucky’s silhouette flutter into focus as your eyes adjusted to the predawn light. Your eyes closed once again with a sleepy smile and you rolled off his pillow to give him space to join you.

“I missed you.” You murmured, feeling the bed dip as he climbed in and pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too beautiful,” Bucky said with a yawn. “Sorry, it’s been a long few days.”

You knew that meant he hadn’t had a wink of sleep since he left your bed and so you snuggled closer to rest your head on his chest. “You’re home babe, you can sleep now.”

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not missing a minute more of your birthday."

His fingertips drew lazy circles across your skin as you both watched the sun break the horizon and flood the room in its warm glow. All too soon you heard the creak of the floorboards in the hall and Bucky’s smile grew wider at the sound alone before he grabbed the blankets and pulled them over his head.

A head of brown hair and pair of blue eyes peeked through the doorway, the excited smile quickly drooping when your son didn’t immediately spot his dad. He looked at the teddy in his hand, a superhero Build-a-Bear that had an embroidered vibranium arm - just what Bucky had promised he would get while he was away.

“What’s wrong JJ?” You asked as you nudged Bucky to stay quiet.

“I thought…daddy was home.” JJ hiccuped as he started to get emotional and hugged the teddy. “I miss him.”

The sheet fell away and JJ screamed with excitement as he climbed up the bed and scrambled across.

“I missed you too buddy.” Bucky soothed as he pulled his son into his arms before reaching for you to join. “So, so much.”

“If you really missed us that much you wouldn’t go away again.” JJ pouted, his blue eyes shimmering with tears.

Bucky ruffled the dark brown hair atop James Jr’s head and placed a soft kiss on the mess. “I have to go away sometimes but I will always come back.”

“There’s a lot of people out there that need daddy’s help, sweetheart. It makes it his responsibility to try, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss us terribly when he’s away.” You explained. “He still makes it home for all the important things, the unmissable things. Did you know he was on a mission the day you were born?”

“No.” The young man sat up straighter with eagerness to hear the tale.

“He sprinted the entire length of the city trying to make it in time to see you arrive.” You laughed remembering the day like it was only yesterday. You had been so worried he wouldn’t make it but then he crashed through the doors and into the delivery room where you were holding back the urge to push. “And he made it, just like he promised.”

“I promised I would never miss a birthday and do you know whose birthday it is today?” Bucky asked JJ as he pointed to you. “It’s mommy’s! So you need to give her a super big hug before we all get dressed and go out for breakfast.”

“It’s not a birthday without birthday waffles.” JJ giggled as he wrapped his little arounds around your neck. “Happy birthday mom.”

“Thank you again for looking after him, Morgan. If you have any trouble just call me or Bucky or your mom, or call out to EDITH.”

“Relax Mrs Barnes, JJ is a great kid. We will be fine playing the new VR game I made, totally immersive, he won’t even realise you guys are gone.” She grinned as she continued unpacking the electronics she had brought with her, so much like her father was except more responsible thanks to Pepper’s genes.

“Come on, doll. Taxi is here.” Bucky called from the doorway. “Morgan’s got this.”

“Ok, ok.” You sighed and retreated to the honking cab driver, waving once again to JJ before he got too distracted by the new toys she had brought him. “See you in the morning, be good for Morgie, I love you.”

“Love you too mom,” he said as the last of his focus was lost and he grabbed the headset and controller that had emerged from Morgan’s bag.

“Do you remember when he used to cry for us not to go?” you asked as you slipped into the taxi while Bucky held the door open for you. “Where did that little boy go?”

“He grew up and became independent.” Bucky chuckled and sat beside you, slipping his hand into yours. “Maybe that means it’s time for another.”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “Can you imagine going back to sleepless nights, changing diapers, teething? You really do have a short memory my love.”

Bucky cringed as you pointed out the struggles of a newborn. “Must have been that knock to the head I took.”

“We are not conceiving from a concussion, no thank you,” you teased as you brushed your fingers through his hair, feeling a slight bump at the back. “It must have been hard, it still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s that damn shield.” Bucky sighed, rubbing the spot. “Some asshole threw me right into it as Sam launched it. You know, for someone who doesn’t have an ounce of serum he’s bloody strong.”

“Poor Sam.” You frowned before laughing at Bucky’s incredulous face.

“Poor Sam?” he repeated. “I got hit.”

“I just mean, Sam would be feeling so guilty," you said as you kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Did that make your boo boo better?”

He turned to catch your next kiss on his lips, humming in satisfaction. “Much better.”

“$25.40,” the cabby shouted through the perspex divider as he came to a stop and you jumped apart at the sudden noise.

Bucky shoved $30 through the slot and got out to open your door while you fought the urge to tell the man to use his inside voice. All words were lost as Bucky took your hand and pulled you into the bustling street and across to the restaurant that was full of all your closest friends.

“Oh, Bucky, how?” you asked as you waved to friends you hadn’t seen in years, the path of parenthood and life married to a superhero taking you away from them. Seeing them brought back all the memories and when they rushed to embrace you it was a relief to know that time distance couldn’t change the friendship.

“Where can I find a man like that?” your friend sighed as she watched Bucky continue to greet the other guests. “You are so damn lucky.”

“Don’t I know it.” You chuckled, looping your arm through theirs and aiming for the bar to catch up on everything you had missed.

You were well on your way to being tipsy when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you leant back into him, inhaling deeply as he cologne filled your senses.

“Having fun, doll?” he asked quietly in your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

“I am,” you said as you turned in his arms and gave him an appreciative kiss, giving your thanks with your lips. “I can’t wait to get home and show you just how much I appreciate the hard work you put into this.”

His eyes darkened beneath the string lights that were hung around the bar and he pulled your hips to his while his lips caressed the sensitive spot at the hollow of your throat. “You had to tell me this now, didn’t you. Torturing me with your tempting body and teasing promises. It’s a good thing I love you.”

You jumped as he nipped your throat and he chuckled at the squeak you produced before stepping away. “Go, have fun.”

“Where are you going?” you asked as he turned you back to your friends.

He jutted his thumb over his shoulder towards the bathrooms and whispered in your ear. “Bad case of blue balls because of a certain little minx.”

“Do you need a hand?” you offered, biting your lip at the growl that rumbled from his chest.

“You will be the death of me, Mrs Barnes,” he said with a shake of his head and a small smile as he wove through the crowd to the bathrooms. You were still watching him when he looked over his shoulder at the door and sent a wink across the room.

Your friends had stopped talking and you realised one of them had asked a question. “Sorry, I’ll be back shortly. I think I left my phone in the bathroom.”

They giggled knowingly as you skirted the room and slipped through the darkened doorway. A hand clamped over your mouth as you were pulled into the cleaning closet on the other side and Bucky shut the door behind him.

“I thought you might follow,” he chuckled in your ear, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” you promised as you unbuckled his belt, his hands working to shimmy your dress over your hips.

Your movements were rushed with the need to feel him inside you so there was no hesitation when he hooked your legs around his hips and buried himself to the hilt with you braced against the door. You prayed the music of the club drowned out your moans as he stretched and filled you with a furious pace that left your head spinning.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear. “Been wanting to fill you up all day, doll. Feel how hard you make me.”

You couldn’t articulate a response as he pounded into you, your orgasm quickly approaching with every long, hard thrust. Your fingers clutched at his dress shirt, wrinkling the material as you desperately grabbed anything you could for purchase.

“Shhhh,” he chuckled as your cries crescendoed and he silenced you with a deep kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as he his cock dominated your cunt.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m so close,” you panted breathlessly, the wave of your orgasm cresting and breaking over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shuddering against you as he found his own release.

“We should get back,” you murmured as he gently lowered you to the floor on shaky legs.

“In a minute, doll.” Bucky straightened your dress and pulled his own pants up before wrapping you back into his arms. “I’m not ready to share you with everyone again just yet.”

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hbyrde36 · 8 months

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Chapter 9!

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

Clandestine meetings at the Waffle House

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Steve merged onto the highway at the first possible opportunity. It served the dual purpose of getting them as far the fuck away from that cemetery as possible, while also getting them to their meeting on time.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to stay back and try to kill as many of those things as we could. You’re usually more worried about leaving innocent bystanders in the line of fire and all that.”

“Well for one thing, Brenner is controlling them somehow, so I don't think they’ll go too far without orders. Alsooo…” Steve trailed off as he dialed a number on his cell, allowing the call to connect to the car since he was the one driving.

“Preternatural investigations hotline, how can I help you?” An overly perky voice answered when the call connected.

“Hi, I'd like to report a pack of rabid ghouls at Thatcher’s cemetery.”

“Oh my, that is serious. Can you give me your name and a few details, sir?”

“Sorry, I might lose you, I'm about to go through a tunnel and..”

Click.

Nancy snorted. “You think the PD will be able to handle all that?”

Steve offered her a half shrug. “Hopper knows what he’s doing. Maybe if we’d have had a flamethrower or something we could have made a dent in their numbers, but otherwise they would have overwhelmed us in no time.”

Within 15 minutes they were pulling up to park in front of the Waffle House. Steve hadn’t really thought about it at the time, but the wide panoramic windows of this place left the diners inside kind of exposed, especially at night. He supposed he’d have to trust that if the wererat king was comfortable enough to suggest this location to meet, he must have thought it was safe.

The bell above the door dinged as they entered the restaurant, and Steve quickly scanned the occupied tables for a familiar face, realizing a little too late that he had no idea what Gareth looked like in human form.

He gently coaxed a little bit of his power to the surface of his mind. He didn’t really know what he was doing when he tried stuff like this. He was comfortable enough with raising the dead, obviously, and he knew he had a little immunity from vampire shit even before Eddie got his hooks in, but he also knew deep down that he had other abilities too, one’s he mostly ignored, and he could probably sense the wereanimal’s energy if he tried.

Steve just…didn’t love that part of himself. It all felt a little too woo-woo to him, unreliable, intangible. He preferred to work in the physical world. You see a vampire, you kill it. Shotgun, silver blades, stake and hammer, you can feel what you're doing with your bare hands, and see if with your own eyes. He might have to start getting used to more of the mystical stuff though, because the way things were going in his life, he would need all the leg-up he could get.

The magic flared to life, or that’s how he imagined it in his mind's eye, like a flame. He immediately sensed the presence of two supernatural beings in the corner of the room. Unfortunately, he sensed them a little too strongly, likely due to the boost he got from his link to Eddie, and it threw him quite literally off balance. Nancy steadied him with a strong grip to his upper arm, and he smiled at her inbashful apology.

Every eye in the place was on them then, and Steve cursed himself for not practicing more. If he lived through this he’d have to find a teacher or something. Maybe Wayne would be able to help, of course that would mean being willing to explain about the whole human servant business. A problem for another day.

The two boys in the corner were looking right at him. Both had short to medium length brown hair, and slightly mischievous eyes, and yea they were definitely adults in the technical sense, but they reminded Steve too much of the kids he used to babysit for him to call them men in his own head.

Steve tilted a nod in their direction and moved towards the table, knowing Nancy would follow.

On their approach, the taller of the two boys stood, extending a hand to each of them in turn. “I’ll spare us all the embarrassment of you trying to guess, and just tell you that I’m Gareth. I’m aware that you’ve only met me in rat form. This is my partner, Will.”

The other boy, Will, offered them each a small shy smile and a wave, while he kept himself tucked tightly into his king’s side.

“This is Nancy, she’s working with me on this particular..project.”

Gareth waved them to the chairs on the other side of the table as he took his own seat. Will, in an overly formal gesture considering they were in a hygienically questionable 24-hour diner, waited for everyone else to be seated before taking his own chair. It reminded Steve that Gareth was not just the leader of the wererats, he was their king, and maybe that distinction meant something more than he knew.

Before they could get down to business, a server came by to ask if they were ready to order. Steve wasn’t sure if this would be that kind of a meeting, but when Gareth and Will each ordered a coffee and a meal, he and Nancy followed suit, neither having eaten all day. That was the moment Steve realized he didn’t feel the ravenous hunger that had been plaguing him recently. Was Eddie not pulling energy from him anymore? Had something happened to him? No, that didn’t feel right. Steve got the sense that he would know, somehow, if Eddie was dead. Maybe the vampire finally felt guilty about the whole thing. It didn’t matter, Steve reminded himself, Eddie was still a bad guy even if he felt bad for what he’d done.

When the waitress finally walked away, Gareth asked, “So, what is it you think I can do for you, Harrington?”

“I was hoping to convince you to lead us into whatever secret passageway you used to enter that basement room where you found me under the corroded coffin.”

“Not to be too blunt, but why would I do that? What's in it for us?” Gareth said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table.

“You hate that Billy has power over you, right?

The rat king nodded.

“Show us the way in, and we’ll take care of that little problem for you.” Steve didn’t know Gareth that well, but he knew what it felt like for someone to have power over you, and he was willing to bet that the wererats would do anything to get rid of the master of the city.

Gareth tilted his head side to side, making a little show out of considering his offer. “You already know where he is. Just get in yourselves.”

“We can’t just waltz in the front door. Even in broad daylight, especially in the daylight, Billy will have guards there. We’d be killed on sight.”

“Hmm, true enough. How do I know I can trust you? If you fail, and he finds out we helped, me and my people will be in an even worse position than we are now.”

The waitress appeared, balancing a tray of coffee mugs and forcing them to put their conversation on hold. Steve smiled at the woman gratefully and sipped at his cup. He’d been tired enough on his own after waking from his too short nap, and his fatigue had only gotten worse with the fading adrenaline from the fight with Brenner’s ghouls.

Nancy took the opportunity to speak up when their table was left alone again. “I know you don’t know me, and you barely know Steve, but this is what we do, and we’re damn good at it. When I say I can promise you we will end the master of the city, I mean it.”

Gareth subtly sniffed at the air as he looked her over, considering.

“I can only get you in there, we can’t help any more than that. I can keep the small rats and my people from coming to Billy’s aid for a while, but we wouldn’t be able to fight him beside you. His pull on our kind is too strong.”

“That's no problem.” Steve was quick to comment. “Just sneak us in and we’ll do the rest.”

“Okay. I'll do it.” Gareth agreed.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, Steve. There's a part of me that truly thinks I'll be sending you to your deaths. If you survive this, I'll be shocked.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence there, Gare.”

The rat king blinked at Steve for a moment, and then burst out laughing. “When do you want to go in?” He asked.

“Tomorrow, after sunrise” He didn’t want to waste any more time.

Gareth raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting them to want to get to it so quickly. “I like you, Harrington, I hope you don’t die.”

Their food arrived shortly after they finished making arrangements to meet in the city at dawn. As it so often does, the act of sharing a meal let the small group relax around each other a bit more than they might have otherwise. The only exception was Nancy, who remained quiet throughout. It didn’t surprise Steve in the least, she was one of the most private people he knew, and for good reason, though he was sure she was listening intently to every word the others shared.

Gareth told the story of how he and the younger boy met. He had just won a fight against a challenger to his crown, and Joyce, Will’s mom, was the nurse who patched him up. Luckily, Will had taken his older brother’s place in assisting her that day. The two boys took one look at each other and the rest was history.

Steve didn’t have much he was willing to share by way of a personal life, but he happily told a few stories about his years babysitting back in his hometown, finally letting slip that Gareth and Will reminded him of his young charges, a fact that made even the shy boy laugh.

“Not to give too many of our secrets away, but we’re older than we look.” Gareth said.

Steve couldn't help but to tease them. “Oh I'm sorry. Here I was thinking you were a young spry 20 year old. What is it then, a decrepit 24, 25?”

“I’m only 35” Will said with a little smirk. “But,my king is…” Before the boy could finish, Gareth slapped a hand over his mouth.

“You know it’s rude to share a man’s age!” He gasped with exaggerated offense.

Steve gaped at them. “You can’t be serious.”

Jesus, he was younger than both of them. He tried to wrap his head around that fact as Gareth chuckled. “A little tip for you, Harrington, wereanimals age slower than humans. Don’t underestimate one of us just because we look young.”

“Duly noted.”

When all was said and done, Steve and Nancy decided to go back to her hotel in the city to get some rest before the morning, agreeing that it was the safer option than Steve's house with Brenner still on the loose.

Her room housed only a single king bed, which would have been awkward with any of Steve’s other exes. The fact that it wasn’t was a testament to how nonexistent romantic feelings were between the two of them. Steve enjoyed his first dreamless sleep in far too long, and woke rested and refreshed. If he also rose with a vague sense of disappointment, he chose to just push that feeling way, way down.

The meeting place wound up being, more specifically, behind a dumpster in an alley next to a restaurant, which was fitting, and sort of hilarious, Steve thought, considering they were about to be led underground by giant rats.

Gareth and Will were there, which surprised Steve. He had assumed the king would put some lackey’s on the job. He was further surprised when the middle aged woman who joined them turned out to be Joyce. Steve took an instant liking to her, she was very friendly and simply exuded kindness.

She toted along a backpack with her that, when he saw the first aid symbol on the outside, Steve realized must hold medical supplies. The wererats were clearly planning on him and Nancy getting hurt today, at the very least. He decided to view the gesture in a glass-half-full kinda way. If they were planning on administering medical attention, that must mean they think he had a chance, right? No point in bandaging a dead man, after all.

There was one more addition to their group, an older boy named Jonathan who quickly identified himself as Will’s older brother. It seemed this was a family affair.

All present and accounted for, and heavily armed in the case of Steve and Nancy, Gareth led the way down through the cellar doors and into the basement of the building. From there, they entered the city’s sewer system through a grate near the floor. Steve grimaced as they sloshed through the foul liquid in the dark and tried very hard not to think about how gross it all was.

Now that they were in the tunnels, Gareth, Will, and Jonathan all transformed into their rat forms, only Joyce remaining human. Their senses were stronger this way, that much Steve knew, and it would be helpful for getting the group where they needed to go.

It didn’t take as long as Steve expected to reach their destination, only about an hour or so. The trip could have been made quicker if they’d been willing to run, but there seemed to be an unspoken agreement amongst the group to try and splash as little as possible, for obvious reasons.

Gareth approached an opening, not unlike the one they had used to gain access from the other building, and waved Steve and Nancy closer.

“The Corroded Coffin’s basement is through there. We’ll wait down here in the tunnels until dark. If you’re not out by then, I'll assume you failed. If you do manage to kill Billy, I'll know, and we’ll come out to help you if we can.”

Steve nodded at him and yanked on the grate, it was loosened just like the other one. The bars were meant to be welded in place, but someone had come along and cut it free. It could be propped up to give the illusion, but pulled away easily.

He went through first, not knowing if the room would be occupied, though Nancy tried to pull rank as the better shot. The opening was small and close to the floor, and they had to all but crawl to get through.

On the other side, Steve stood up and started across the room, coming to an abrupt stop as he stared at a point on the wall.

“What is it?” Nancy asked, hackles up.

“This is where Chrissy died, chained to the wall like an animal.” Steve’s voice broke.

Nancy clenched her jaw. “I’m sorry, Steve, really I am, but we can’t afford for you to be distracted right now.”

It would’ve been easy to get mad at her, in fact he wanted to. Anything to stave off the tidal wave of sadness and guilt that was building up inside of him for failing to save the girl.

But Nancy was right, and there was no reason to take it out on her. He did his best to push it all deep, deep down, to be dealt with at a later date. He felt like he’d been doing a lot of that lately, and he wasn’t looking forward to the day when he finally had to unpack it all.

“Sorry. I’m good now. Let’s go.”

Steve took the lead again, quietly tiptoeing up the stairs and out to the hall. Luckily, the door wasn’t locked. They would have had to shoot the handle off otherwise, he realized, and that would have entirely defeated the purpose of the sneaky entrance.

He peeked around the corner, shocked to find the immediate area deserted. The vampires would be asleep for the day, but still, he had expected someone to be lurking. Heather at the very least should have been around here somewhere. She was Billy's servant after all, and as a technical human she wasn’t a slave to the sun like he was.

The pair took their time traversing the halls and checking doors until they finally found the coffin room. Each box sat on a little stone dais to keep it up off the floor. They were all different, some larger, some smaller. A few were made of natural wood, stained and adorned with cheap brass fittings. Others were painted and polished to a high shine, more like the modern one’s Steve was accustomed to seeing.

They went for the closest box first. Nancy covered him with her shotgun as Steve opened the lid. He didn’t know this vampire’s name, but recognized him as Chrissy’s overly enthusiastic dance partner from that first night at the club, the one who had looked so perturbed when Steve evaded his mind tricks. He was also present for the debacle in the small graveyard the night of the freak party, and was definitely on Billy’s side of things.

Steve drew a long silver knife from its sheath and readied himself to plunge it into the thing’s chest. That, and a few twists of the blade would shred his heart. A shotgun would be easier, but it would also be messy and loud. He’d have to cut the head off at some point anyway, so the knife would be getting used tonight one way or another.

Nancy stopped him with a hand on his elbow, before he could strike. “I might have an easier way. Have you ever used silver nitrate?”

Steve hesitated, lips pursed.“Like, from the movie Blade? Does that work?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, pulling a small vial of silver liquid and a syringe out of an inner pants pocket to show him. “Yea it works. Any idea how old this one is?”

“No more than a hundred.”

“Better go for a full dose then.” She filled the syringe, leaning over the body as Steve covered her with his own handgun full of silver bullets.

Nancy unceremoniously jammed the needle into the vampire’s neck and depressed the plunger. The body began to twitch, startling Steve, but it fell limp again after only a minute or two of spasms. He stared at it, waiting for some sign that the creature was really dead. When it didn’t seem like anything else was going to occur, he finally took his eyes off of the body to look at Nancy.

“Is that it?” He asked, sounding more than a little disappointed.

“Pretty much, yeah. Why, what did you think was going to happen?”

“I don’t know, just, something more than that I guess?”

Nancy crossed her arms over her chest. “You were expecting him to blow up, weren’t you.”

“I absolutely was expecting that. Yes.” Steve grinned.

She shook her head but smiled back at him. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“Maybe, but I'm still cutting his head off before we leave here. I’m not taking any chances.”

“Suit yourself.” She shrugged.

The next coffin they checked was empty. It probably belonged to one of the murdered vamps, Tommy maybe, or at least that’s what Steve told himself. Surely it was too early in the day for any of them to be awake

The next was similarly unoccupied, and then they found Neil.

Again Nancy had pointed her gun at the casket while Steve raised the top. He curled his lip in a snarl when he laid eyes on the monster’s face. Not only had this piece of shit bespelled and threatened one of Steve's friends, but he bore half of the responsibility for Chrissy’s death. He almost regretted doing it like this, when the vampire was all but helpless. A real, god's honest fight would be much more satisfying to his craving for revenge, but it would also be needlessly risky.

This time, it was Steve who loaded up the syringe. Nancy had advised that at Neil’s age they should do two full doses of the liquid silver just to be safe. Steve stuck the needle deep in his neck, quickly administering the first shot, anxious to refill it. Before he could so much as pull the needle back out, however, Neil sat up, eyes still closed as if he were half asleep. The move would have sent Steve sprawling to the ground, but as the vampire surged upwards, he gripped Steve by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground.

His ears started to ring as he fought to think through the panic of having his airway cut off. He grabbed on to the vampire's wrist with both hands, pulling to take as much of the pressure off his neck as he could. He kicked his feet, trying desperately to dislodge himself, but Neil’s grip was like a vice, and it became clear that Steve wouldn’t be able to get free unless he chose to let go, or died. Fuck.

Nancy appeared suddenly on Steve’s other side, the only vantage point in the room that would give her a clear shot without risking him. She aimed, and fired nearly point-blank into the side of Neil’s head. Red fluid splattered across Steve's face, and immediately the hand that had been holding him up let go. He crumpled to the ground, sucking in greedy gulps of air as he wiped the blood from his eyes.

So distracted by his own situation, Steve didn’t realize for a moment that Neil hadn’t entirely gone down. His head was a red mess of meat and bone, but his body hadn’t quite gotten the memo yet, and it was grappling hard with Nancy as she tried to gain enough distance from the thing to get another shot off.

Though he was still a little lightheaded, with spots dancing across the edges of his vision, Steve waded into the fray, carefully slicing through the air with his blade to capture the thing’s attention. He got a few good cuts in and it was distraction enough to give Nancy time to line up her shot.

“Steve, move!” She howled.

He didn't need to be told twice. Steve threw himself down and to the side. He even put his hands over his head for good measure. Nancy’s second shot rang out, deafeningly loud in the enclosed space. He hadn’t even registered the sound of it the first time. Steve shuddered, realizing how close he must have been to passing out to have not noticed.

Her bullet hit home, going straight through Neil's chest and out the other side, leaving an impressive exit wound. Finally, mercifully, the body fell limp to the ground. He was dead, permanently this time.

Nancy pulled Steve to his feet, scanning him top to bottom.

“How are you holding up?” She asked.

“I’m fine.” He said, voice rough from the damage to his throat.

She stared at him silently, unblinking.

He sighed. “It looks worse than it is. Come on, let's get this done.”

Steve limped to the front of the room, where the final three coffins were placed. The one in the center, a glossy black lacquer number with gilded handles, had to belong to Billy. Not only because it was the fanciest of the bunch, but because the two that flanked it were wrapped in heavy chains with small crosses dangling from their links like some sort of twisted charm bracelet.

He could tell Nancy was considering blasting a hole through the side of the box with her shotgun, anything to avoid another jack-in-the-box style surprise, but even if she did it would never be a killing blow.

Steve approached the coffin, holding his breath as he lifted the lid. He wished he could say he was surprised when he looked down to find nothing but white satin, but he wasn’t.

“Looking for me?” Billy drawled from the back of the room.

He and Nancy turned towards the voice at the same time, both lifting their weapons to eye level on instinct.

“You didn’t really think at my age that I needed to sleep off the entire day still, did you?”

Steve gulped audibly. Up until he saw Neil’s form move in the daylight hours just a few moments ago, he had thought that.

“Aw, it seems you still have so much to learn, Harrington. Why don’t you put those silly little guns down and we can work this out.”

“There’s nothing to work out, Billy.” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Sure there is! Look, I know I killed your girl. I would say I was sorry about that, but I don't like to make a habit out of lying. As far as I see it, now that you’ve killed my father, we’re even! Trust me, I don't even mind that you took him out. Saved me the trouble of doing it myself some day.”

“Don’t move.” A female voice said suddenly to Steve's right.

He glanced over to find the human servant, Heather, standing behind Nancy, holding an old fashioned pistol to the back of her head. Her arms were already in the air, and Heather snatched the shotgun from her with her free hand, tossing it to the floor.

“You better drop your weapon too, Steve-O, wouldn’t want Heather to get nervous and shoot your pretty friend there by accident.”

Steve glared at him, but dropped the gun and the knife he was holding to the ground. He had other knives on him, they could have those.

Brenner appeared in the doorway behind Billy. He didn’t look particularly happy to be there.

“Oh good, you’re finally here.” Billy snarked, not turning around but still clearly addressing the man. ”Be a good boy and help Heather check these two over for more weapons.”

Brenner scowled at the back of Billy’s head, but quickly crossed the room to do as he was told.

Heather started to frisk Nancy, while Brenner approached Steve.

“Does he know what you’ve done?” Steve whispered to the older man.

“Shut up.” Brenner hissed as he kicked Steve’s legs apart, doing a much more thorough job at searching him than Steve had been expecting.

He couldn’t be sure if Heather had found all of Nancy’s goodies, but unfortunately, Brenner had found all of his. Even the small knife that he liked to keep tucked in his boot was now living in the other man’s pocket.

“Would you like to see what we’ve been up to while you two were busy sneaking around and killing my father?” Billy asked.

Steve didn’t respond, it wasn’t like he had an actual choice in the matter, so why entertain the vampire with an answer?

“You really know how to take all the fun out of things, you know that pretty boy?” Billy huffed. “Escort them to the basement.” He commanded the two lackeys.

Steve and Nancy found themselves being roughly pushed out into the hall, and he didn’t need three guesses to know where they were going. Back to the same fucking torture chamber of a basement room he was becoming all too familiar with. He wondered if they ever called it a dungeon, it was a fitting name for the awful space.

The small group paraded down the stairs and stood in an awkward half circle.

“Come on out, sweetheart.” Billy called towards one of the dark corners.

There was a soft shuffling sound as something moved in the darkness. Slowly, a small figure with a petite frame and strawberry-blonde hair was revealed under the single dim light that hung in the middle of the room.

Steve sucked in a sharp breath. He should have seen this coming, in hindsight, but this was cruelty beyond his imagining, even for someone like Billy.

“Chrissy?” His voice broke as he whispered her name, before rounding on Billy and shouting nearly right in his face. “Why?! Why would you do this?!”

The motherfucker smiled like a Cheshire cat. “To torture you mostly, why, is it working?”

Steve raged inside. He wanted to lay Billy out, to spit in his smug face, but he had no wish to set the guy off. Had it only been his own life on the line, he might have risked it, but with Nancy here he had to hold it in. He forced himself to take several steps back.

Billy laughed, so obviously amused with Steve’s struggle to control himself. “Actually, to be honest, I had Martin raise her before you arrived. As an animator I'm sure you’re aware that murdered zombies have a tendency to pursue their murderers, and since Neil landed the final killing blow… let’s just say, I thought I'd give Chrissy here a fair shot to get back at him while he was asleep for the day. Your showing up to witness her impromptu resurrection was just a happy accident.”

Steve gaped, somehow still surprised at the vampire's level of depravity. “He would have destroyed her all over again. That’s…sick”

Billy shrugged. “When you’ve been alive as long as I have, you have to find new and interesting ways to entertain yourself.”

The vampire’s mouth twisted into a predatory grin as his eyes began to glow with blue fire. Steve averted his gaze.

“Speaking of which.” Billy continued. ”Drop to your knees and crawl to me, human.”

Steve stared at the floor and braced himself for the pull of Billy’s power, though knew they had cleaned the bite thoroughly. He felt nothing.

The vampire growled, and Steve chanced a look at his face. He looked pissed.

“What have you done?”

“Just a little routine cleaning with holy water.

”I suppose next time I'll just have to keep you with me to stop that from happening. Or, if you prefer, I could make you into one of us. You could take Tommy's place. It’s really the least you can do since your lack of finding the vampire murderer led directly to his death.”

Steve shot a sideways glance at Brenner’s nervous face before he spoke. “I’d die first”

“One way or another that’s where we’re headed, baby boy.”

Chrissy, who’d been hovering near the edge of the group, mostly looking around in confusion, seemed to finally realize where she was. Steve heard her gasp as she ran her hands lightly over a spot on the wall. He watched in agony as she clawed at her throat, clearly remembering the moment it had been ripped apart, and screamed. She collapsed to the floor sobbing.

Steve tried to lunge for her, desperate to offer what little comfort he could to this echo of his fallen friend, but Heather grasped him by the back of his shirt, shoving her little pistol roughly into his ribs.

“Do you really think i’ll just stand here and watch you torture that poor girl even in death?” Steve snapped, whirling on Heather with a vicious snarl. “You want to shoot me for it? Fucking shoot me then!”

Billy stepped between them, suddenly the picture of cool, calm, and collected. “Let’s just everyone calm down. Why don’t we play a little game.”

“Why?” Steve spat. He didn’t understand why they didn’t just kill him already. Billy knew he was never going to join him willingly. Was he really this enamored with playing with his food?

“Maybe i just want to see how good you really are, besides, if you win i’ll let you comfort poor Chrissy there.”

What other choice did he have?

“Fine.”

Steve was given back one of his knives and told he was to fight Heather, who had apparently trained in many forms of combat over her years with Billy. The rules were simple. If she killed him, she won. If Steve drew her blood, he won. It almost sounded like a fair fight.

Heather looked like a small, unassuming young girl, but Steve knew now more than ever just how much looks could be deceiving, so he didn't let his guard down one bit as they circled each other.

He was pretty good with a blade, Wayne had insisted on training him heavily with them even more so than firearms, because ‘knives can’t run out of bullets, son’.

Still, Heather was better, and she managed several shallow cuts on both of his arms before he could get anywhere near her. She was fast, and she was toying with him. He needed to find a way to gain the upper hand here, and quickly.

“I know who the murderer is.” Steve said casually, never once taking his eyes off his opponent. For a moment, all movement in the basement ceased except for him, and Heather.

“What did you say?” Billy hissed.

“I know who killed your vampires.” Steve reiterated.

Martin spoke over him. “Don’t listen to him, surely he’ll say anything now to save his own skin.”

“Quiet, Martin. Tell me who it is, Harrington, or I'll kill your partner.”

Steve risked a glance at Nancy then, only to find that Billy had stepped up behind her, her hair fisted tightly in his hand.

He opened his mouth to answer, but Brenner interrupted shouting, “NO!” As he pulled Steve’s own handgun out of his suit pocket and aimed.

The room fell into chaos. Billy dropped his grip on Nancy and appeared in front of Brenner like magic. The man had no time to react before the vampire reached up with both hands and snapped his neck.

Heather had finally looked away to watch her master work, and Steve used the opportunity to step into her, and plunged his blade deep in her chest. She wasn’t a vampire, but she was tied to one, and Steve was betting she could be killed like one too.

She stared at him wide-eyed, as she stumbled and fell to the ground. Steve plucked the weapon she’d been using out of her hand and slid it in Nancy’s direction. She caught it, and they both turned in tandem to face Billy.

The vampire had dropped to his knees, weakened as his human servant lay dying. It was everything Steve had hoped for. He’d been told that a human servant would live as long as their vampire master. Which, if you thought about it, translated to, if their master died - so did they. Steve had thought if that was the case, then maybe the reverse could also be true.

Billy tried to gather his power, Steve could feel it in the air, but he was too weak for tricks. Nancy made a go for him first, lunging and slashing but unable to make contact before Billy grabbed her arm, spinning her hard into the nearest wall. Steve came at him from behind as he threw her, aiming as best he could for the man’s heart. The knife penetrated his body, but he must have missed the mark.

Billy heaved himself off of Steve's blade with a grunt, only to be met with Nancy once again in front of him, having recovered quickly from ricocheting off the wall. She jammed her blade down into his chest and he tipped sideways to the floor. Nancy remained above him, holding the knife in place while Steve scrambled for his gun where it had fallen out of Brenner’s hands.

He leveled the weapon at Billy’s head.

“Nance!”

It’s all he had to say. She pushed with her feet, scooting back on her butt to get some distance from the half-dead vampire.

Steve screamed as he shot round after round into Billy’s head until the gun clicked empty, and Nancy had to force it out of his hand. He’d lost time somewhere, he hadn’t seen her get up, let alone approach him.

He blinked at her, and watched as she knelt by Heather's unmoving body to check for a pulse.

“She’s dead.” Nancy said simply.

The vampire’s body was similarly still. His head was utterly destroyed and Nancy’s knife was still sticking up out of his chest. Steve would want to burn the body to make sure, just as a precaution, but it seemed Billy’s reign of terror was finally over.

Steve made his way slowly over to where Chrissy still cowered in the corner, not wanting to spook her when she was already terrified. He sat down next to her and took one of her small hands in both of his.

She looked at him with sad eyes, though she was no longer crying. “I’m really dead, aren’t I?”

Steve whimpered. “I'm so sorry.”

She fell against him, and Steve wound his arms around her, rocking them back and forth for a long time. There was so much he wanted to say to her, and none of it was good enough, so he just held her until she was ready to let him go.

Eventually she pulled back and looked Steve in the eyes. “Can you put me back? I know I'm not supposed to be here, I want to go back.”

“Yea, I can do that.”

When Steve returned from laying Chrissy to rest, the wererats had come. Joyce wanted to treat him, but there were still a few things to be dealt with before his work here was done.

Brenner lay in the spot where he dropped, neck bent at a very wrong angle, but still alive. Steve didn’t know much about the magic that had been keeping this man alive, but he did recall an old rule of thumb he learned from a colleague. A spell can usually be reversed by the opposite of whatever is used to feed it. He’d always liked the idea, it had a certain amount of poetic symmetry. The power in Brenner's necklace was fueled by vampire blood, and what’s the opposite of vampire blood? Steve hoped he knew the right answer.

He knelt by Brenners head and held a shaking hand out towards the man’s throat. The necklace had fallen out of his shirt in the fall, and Steve dragged one of his bleeding cuts along the chain, making sure to leave a fat droplet of the red liquid on the cluster of stones that made up the pendant.

Steve watched the light fade from Brenner’s glassy eyes and felt no satisfaction. He just felt empty.

Joyce again tried to coax Steve to sit down and let her look him over, but he still refused and told her to check on Nancy instead.

He felt eyes on his back as he climbed the stairs, but ignored them, he had one more thing to take care of before he could rest.

Back in the coffin room, Steve searched until he found a key hanging from a hook on the wall. He unlocked the chains from each of the boxes and dragged them off. He knew who was in the two coffins, he could have left right then knowing that when the sun came down Dustin and Eddie would finally be free to leave their confinement, but he couldn’t walk away. Not yet.

He opened the lid of the first coffin and sucked in a breath when Eddie’s face was revealed to the lamp light. His eyes were closed, and if he wasn’t so still Steve could have believed he was sleeping peacefully, but that sort of stillness wasn’t natural. This wasn’t sleep, this was death, temporary as it might be.

He stared down at the vampire's beautiful face and wondered what the right thing to do was. He thought he could save himself a lot of trouble in the long run if he took care of Eddie now. It would be easy to kill him while he was sleeping, while Steve wouldn’t have to look into those big brown eyes. While he wouldn’t have to listen as those pink lips that he’d become so familiar with in his dreams begged for his life.

In the end it came down to Chrissy, and respecting her wishes. She wouldn't want this. She had trusted Eddie. He may have let her down as much as Steve had, but maybe he could be there for others, for Dustin. So, he replaced the lid and turned to the other coffin, hoping his decision wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass.

Dustin, Steve finds, when he opens the other coffin, looks a little more worse for wear than Eddie had. Of course, the younger vampire hadn’t had someone to feed off of while he was locked up.

He knew he should go, but he couldn't stop staring at the boy’s face. Steve had been to a lot of funerals over the years, where the body of his loved one was put on display, but this was one of his kids. He knew Dustin wasn’t really dead, and that in just a few hours he would rise, and he would feed, and he’d be fine, but it still made Steve's chest tight to see him like this.

He heard the soft footfalls behind him as someone entered the room, but didn’t bother to turn around. He already knew it would be Nancy.

When she reached his side and peered over the edge of the box, Steve tensed.

“I hate that he’s done this to himself.” She said softly.

He watched her carefully through his peripheral vision. “Me too.”

Nancy frowned at him. “You can relax Steve, I'm not about to suggest we kill him or anything. I knew him too.”

He believed her, to an extent, but he also knew how much she hated vampires, and it worried him. She might let Dustin live for now, only to come back for him later.

“I’ve spent a little time with him over the past few days, Nance. He’s still Dustin. Almost infuriatingly exactly as you’d remember him, just, with fangs.” Steve explained, trying to keep the pleading tone out of his voice.

“I know it might seem that way sometimes, Steve, but…”

“No, I'm serious. It’s him, and…you know I didn't talk to him, haven't talked to him since he transitioned. I thought I was doing the right thing, but all I did was rob us both of our friendship. Promise me you won’t go after him.”

“I won’t. I swear. I don’t think Mike would ever forgive me if I did.”

Steve wanted to say, I wouldn’t either, but he didn’t think he needed to.

“What about that one?” Nancy asked, pointing at Eddie's coffin.

“That is, something I think I'll call - ‘better the devil you know’ - and all that jazz.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing there.” She said.

“Me too.”

Steve finally let Joyce treat him after that. The wererats promised to clean up the mess and take care of any remaining Billy supporters. Steve thanked them profusely, and soon he and Nancy were walking out the front door of the theater. He was forced to call Robin to pick them up, no uber or taxi would have stopped for them in their current state.

She picked them up, no questions asked, and she even let him get away with silence until they had dropped Nancy off at her hotel. They parted ways with a hug and Steve thanking her endlessly for her help. She assured him it was her pleasure, and that since the master of the city was in fact killed, she would still be getting paid by her client. If anything she should be thanking him, she assured him.

Once they were alone in the car, Steve filled Robin in on everything she’d missed. They didn’t even pick up his car, he was too tired to drive anyway. They could always get it the next day.

He was still going over the play by play of their fight with Billy when they arrived at his house. Robin helped him inside and coaxed him right into the bath, sitting on the edge to keep him company and he finished his story.

“What are you going to do about Eddie?” Robin asked, as she trailed her fingers through the bath water.

“I don’t know. Ignore him until I can find a way out of this mess?”

“Babe, is that, like, healthy?”

“I don’t know, I'm too tired to figure it out right now.”

All Steve could think about was getting out of the tub and falling into bed. He wouldn’t have minded some platonic best friend cuddles either, but he didn’t want to put Robin out even more than he had already. It turned out, he didn’t even need to ask.

“Do you want me to stay with you tonight?”

God he loved her.

“Please’

Chapter 10

Author's Note: This fic has two pretty definitive halves, since the au inspiration comes from two separate books. This chapter marks the end of part 1, and puts us at the halfway point of the original plans I had for this story. Now, I'm considering making this into a series to be continued past the end of the main fic. There will be a conclusion of sorts by the end of this, but there will still be so much that could be explored past that. Please, as we continue, let me know if you would like to see more when this main story is over. As always, thanks so much for reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I can’t wait to dive into the back half of this fic!

#steve harrington: vampire hunter #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #vampire eddie munson #vampire hunter steve harrington #wererat king gareth

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overthinkingtaleblr · 1 year

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My Sally Acachalla Headcanon Masterlist

Because she won this week's poll, today's character of the day is Sally Acachalla, the voted most terrifying character of the Acachalla family. A title that she very well earned, behind her adorable pink exterior, Sally Acachalla is a tried and true horror.

Between her ability to command an army in an apocalypse and her demonic abilities that comes out when she's mad, she alone is the reason why waffles are so important in this universe. And I adore her for it.

History HC

(Sally was one of my favorites for a long time so most of this is going to be headcanons with no consideration of canon. If what I mention is said in a video and isn't just from my brain, I'll say it dw)

Sally Acachalla, much like many other Acachalla members, was not always an Acachalla. She isn't even from the dimension she now resides in, originally from the second dimension.

One of the few survivors from it, too.

~ Early Life ~

She can't remember much from before the Acachallas, a cocktail mix of being too young to remember, active damage to the mind, and subconscious suppression. It isn't something that bothers her, she's content with the life she has and the love her family gives her... she doesn't recognize it as an issue like others might.

If she did remember where she came from, she would remember a bustling city, a busy childhood. Her mothers singing along to the babbling songs their stumbling toddler came up with on the spot, laughter and hugs. The way the sky always had stars if you knew where to look, and reflected on the ocean too. the way the air smelled a little bit fresher and the food was a little less sweet.

A little older now, doing yoga with her mothers, cartwheels and pirouettes to herself. The black birds who followed her while her mothers were away, and the people they were underneath. Her father is one of them, a surrogate of course, but the families were always close and they agreed to babysit. They kept her out of trouble, sung songs with her, some did science of the body and other the science of machines. Wanting to learn to fly someday, following the birds as they flew overhead with arms outstretched. Accidentally burning the couch when left alone for once.

The adults shooing her to bed at nine after a party suddenly went sour, whispering about what was just on the television. A little to loud to be ignored, much too soft to be distinguishable. Waking earlier then ever before in her life and leaving the house with her surrogate father's family at one of her mother's discretion. Not knowing how bad things really were until they were too far away to beg her mother to come with her. The start of the apocalypse.

~ End of the World ~

Her preteen years being spent bitterly underestimated and fighting for every chance to be recognized as capable by her father and uncle. A virus that spread like rabies and worked like fiction. It was bad enough what it did to people, the mindless violence, the inhuman behavior... Sometimes it was easier to pretend that they were never human at all, but was never worth the scolding. She was still offered care and affection, but didn't want it anymore. Unless it was her mothers, and they were long, long gone. Losing more people than just them didn't mean much when she still felt hollow from the first loss.

She fought with fire, keeping friend and foe at arm's length with the blaze. Sparks from her machines mirrored the ones from her eyes. Knives were hidden in her coats and she wasn't allowed near matches after another couch incident went way worse. She wanted to make an identity for herself, even if it meant being defined by the carnage and viscera. Her surrogate family coming up with a plan to try to save the world, finally giving them a direction to work in. She was too determined to be left behind and forced herself after them.

She was bit.

I'll stop with the artistry here. Because of her alien body, the virus attacking the world struck her differently. Where the rest of her current family could take the form of birds, she couldn't match it anymore. When trying to change shape, the feathers never came in, and limbs bent at odd angles. She was almost a zombie, but not enough to be tossed to the hordes. Too much of her mind remained for her to be undead, but not enough for her to be familiar.

She was a different person, like she was as a child before it all went wrong. Once more, she danced, she sang, she craved sweets and attention. She was almost innocent... until she was denied something. Her attitude still remained and she refused to be treated like a monster. Impossible to contain, horrifically fast and threateningly strong, no one knew how to control her anymore, and it became disheartening. Even more so when the team realized her memories had been scrambled, to the point where she couldn't recognize the names and faces of her own mothers. Her surrogate father couldn't take it anymore and left Sally with her uncle.

He was not the best at monitoring children, he never wanted one of his own anyways, and Sally wound up consuming the beta test cure for the zombie virus. It neutralized the virus in her, making her bites no longer bring the threat of death, but it didn't make her better. And also possibly doomed the world in the process. Furious, her uncle turned his back and walked away, muttering. He didn't even notice when she was lured away until she was gone.

~ Sally's First Day of High School ~

She's almost fourteen now. If the world was normal, she's convinced she’d be in high school-- something she only conceptually understood from movies and stories. Approached by a tall man when her uncle wasn't looking telling her she would be late for her first day, it made just enough sense for her to follow the stranger with no questions. Away from her uncle and dimension with nothing in the sense of regrets or real memories.

The world was different on the other side of the door. It was brighter, with incredibly green grass and an empty blue sky. There were no sign of monsters or decay, and though Sally noticed she couldn't be bothered to question it. High School was always seen as something magic and far away for as long as she could remember, who was she to argue that it couldn't also be safe?

Of course, this place wasn't safe either, it was just dangerous in a different way.

Before realizing this, Sally managed to find one of the other newcomers to the school, an unnaturally tall teen with a gaping hole for a face. He was scared and shy, avoiding large groups and attempting to find some way away, which only made her want to talk to him more, like a moth to a flame. Upon realizing they were both new and the same age, Sally declared them as being best friends (maybe more), taking him by surprise. The teen was expecting to be seen as a monster if he ever left the house, one who needed to be hunted down or in some other way hurt because that's what he was told would happen. Sally was the first person to see humanity without looking past his face, or lack thereof.

It didn't take her long for her rebellious spirit to come back with a vengeance, realizing that something was wrong with the school without ever really knowing what a school was meant to be. When the owner of the school eventually grew frustrated and ordered for her to have her memory wiped and basically made a sleeper agent, she knew her time to escape was soon. She managed to spin it back around on her escort, forcing him into suffering from amnesia instead and yanking him through the portal they were meant to cross through before anyone could get their baring.

Not only had she escaped with her memories, but she kidnapped the boy who was meant to be her supervisor as well. The lost pair were quickly scooped up by a kind woman with bright eyes, the first Sally had seen in ages. It wasn't long before they were taken in, but Sally still remembers the important faces from the school... though the fact that she left her self-appointed best friend behind still has yet to sink in. It doesn’t bother her— she finally got to live a normal life… well, whatever “normal” means around here.

General Headcanons

Birth Family - Her mothers are Medusa and Cleopatra in the second dimension, with Gregory Gregory. Gregory the second's brother acting as a surrogate. Despite the wiki saying her father is "mister Jenkins", I see her father as Zachary Zachary, since it matches Gregory's naming convention. Her mothers sent her away so that they could attempt to mediate things without worrying about her survival, both of them being powerful in their own rights, but they are not invincible and was eventually overran. Sally takes a lot after both her mothers, even with needing a surrogate.

School - Sally and Billy were enrolled for school when they were taken in by the Acachallas, after a couple of years of tutoring help from Maddie, but they were enrolled at different schools. Billy goes to the same public school that Spencer would eventually go to, but Sally attends the same high school as the creepypastas.

Why Waffles? - I think waffles are a comfort food for her, I think it’s become a thing where she already loved waffles and what they meant to her before she was bit. Afterward, she loves it conceptually, pouring all of her passion into it because it’s something that makes her feel warm and happy and she can consume it quick and easily. It means something to her. That passion can overflow into fury easily if misused, thus the waffle demon. Also, the cure thing that she ate was contained inside of waffles and I think she remembers that— there’s a chance she craves it because her body is conditioned to remember it as a “cure” thing.

General Powers

The Waffle Demon - Actually an incredibly screwed up version of what would have been Sally's bird form, the Waffle Demon is warped by the bite Sally sustained while in the second dimension. Giving her the traits of zombies and removing many of her more bird-like traits, if not all of them. It triggers when she's upset because it's supposed to help calm her down, but that too has been warped, only acting as a way to channel her rage.

Pocket Dimension - I have no idea where she got that, but she probably stole it from Darth Calculus while escaping his school, or somehow created it herself with her own two hands. There's also a chance that she created it right in the moment where she needed it and then deleted it from existence again and that's genuinely horrific (Summary : IDK WHERE SHE GOT THAT AND IT SCARES ME)

Shrinking People - and then selling them as dolls? I have no idea what power that is. It’s honestly really scary that she did this to several normal people first before her parents found out.

Being Death's Boss - HOW DID SHE MANAGE THAT—

Catch-All Explanation - there's a chance that one of her mothers, probably Medusa based on the lore, was a god of some kind. Likely a god of destruction or death, and that makes Sally a demigod growing into developing powers as she ages with little to nothing if anything at all holding her back. That explains the past three things with “Sally is a demigod and has those abilities through that.”

Taming Dinosaurs - See, that last one goes for other things too. Tell me taming an extinct animal would be hard for a demigod of death, because I think it sounds scarily easy.

How I Use Sally In Relation To Other Characters

Sally is a literal social butterfly and I think that’s awesome. She has friends outside of the main family and she hangs out with them a lot, sometimes even texting them while her parents decide to be crazy. She also is able to lead people militaristically in certain situations, and is really good at organizing the people she has with her to keep safe, though she is willing to make sacrifices without warning— as if she’s playing chess!

- Billy Acachalla -

Sally’s first sibling, she and Billy stick together like white on rice!

- Maddie-Friend -

Maddie knows for a fact that Sally saw her working under DC, but wasn’t there for the incident so she doesn’t know how much Sally remembers. Meanwhile, Sally knows everything and is waiting for Maddie to do something stupid enough to give her plausible reasonable doubt. There’s a chance Sally actually harbors no ill will toward Maddie, and she does genuinely find Maddie’s relationship with Billy kind of cute (despite Billy’s protests)— but Maddie is not sure how big that chance is and it scares her a little.

- Poppy Soup -

Sally’s best friend from school, Poppy tends to be a bit reserved and sluggish, but Sally knows how to get through to her. The pair hang out when they can, doing all the things that teen girls are known to do, though Poppy tends to be a bit more rebellious then most people Sally considers a friend. Poppy spent most of her childhood raised by ghosts and the undead in a pocket dimension, and despite being practically human, she also attends the same school as Sally because of it. She finds that long periods of time around the living make her uncomfortable because it gives her an odd sense of cognitive dissonance. Sally completely understands.

Despite this dramatic backstory, Sally and Poppy tend to just act out in small ways. Poppy isn’t a very violent person, and Sally is actually somewhat distilled when causing chaos with her instead of the Acachallas. They’re on even footing in a way she doesn’t usually experience, being the boldest person in the room, and neither has to take care of the other. I do think there’s a chance Poppy could develop a crush on Sally.

- Slendy -

With her experiences with Darth Calculus feeling more and more dream-like, Sally meeting Slendy again was like meeting him for the first time a second time. She latched onto him just as quickly the second time.

- Spencer Acachalla -

One of them is a reincarnated god, the other is the boss of death and has a pocket dimension that bends to her destructive whims. When they team up, they genuinely mean to destroy everything around them and have no mercy. This is good when they’re paired together to fight an enemy, as between Spencer’s direction and Sally’s destruction they make good progress and can practically cut a chunk out of the enemy. This is bad when it’s game night and the pair decide they want to humiliate everybody at the table for their own fun.

Because their relationship is mostly built on being antagonistic as a pair, when they argue things tend to get pretty serious pretty quick. They are the most likely into the family to break into physically fighting each other first, which is kind of reasonable since they’re the two youngest… and arguably the most childish. Spencer is the one most likely not to go along with Sally’s obsessions, too, which can easily piss her off. The pair actually worked together for a large part of the Billion Year War, even after the rest of the Acachalla family split, but something happened to him by the time we see her. Either the two got in a fight and Sally won, Spencer left of his own accord, or he got taken down in the line of battle.

- Sue Acachalla -

Sue is both the oldest member of the family and the newest member of it— not just of the family but of the dimension they live in. Also sheltered in an apocalypse, she tends to be a bit confused and very fragile, but Sally doesn’t see that as a problem at all. Sally lets Sue unwind and have the life that she should have been allowed to have, there isn’t a focus of violence between the two of them at all. They have sleepovers in the living room despite living in the same house, Sally shows her kids movies that she thinks are important to experience at least once, she helps Sue take care of Hurricane and in turn helps Sue play with Freddie and Freddio… it’s nice. Sally and Sue have very similar hair texture, but Sue was always made to cut hers short and isn’t sure how to work with it, so Sally frequently offering to help her take care of it is a relief. Sue may be Sally’s favorite member of the family, she always wanted a sister.

Rapid Fire

Even though she isn't anymore, I remember a time where the character Cleopatra was in the running of being one of Sally's possible mothers (they share player models) and I decided I wanted some wlw out of this.

Following in the footsteps of her character model Alyx Vance, Sally Acachalla is blasian. I don't know all the details yet, but Medusa is canonically from South America and Cleo's page mentions Vietnam, so I'm figuring it out as I go.

Sally does not give her dinosaurs a vegetarian diet, which is good since those are 100% not herbavores, but she does mix waffles into their diets and idk how much better that is.

One of her baby teeth were lost because she bit another kid and she regrets absolutely nothing.

Sally knows how to use guns because of her time in the apocalypse, but had to relearn how to do most hand-to-hand combat because the goal was always to stay as far away from the monsters as possible, so her muscle memory wasn’t very developed.

If the timeline progresses in parallel to her, she's all grown up now! Going off the ages assigned here, she's 23 now and will be 24 on the fourth of July.

Songs and Why

- Do You Like Waffles by Parry Gripp

Considering she would kill for waffles, she probably screams along to this song every time it comes on and then turns it off when it moves on to pancakes. She is a very opinionated lady, yes she loves waffles.

- Animal Cannibal from Possibly in Michigan

Putting aside that she literally got bit by a zombie, meaning an animal cannibal made impressions on her, the song mostly matches her feelings toward Darth Calculus and the people who work under him... Those being feelings of disdain. ‘Have we met before?’

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Hi, hope you're well.

I was listening to ‘social cues’ by cage the elephant, ‘in cold blood’ by alt-j and the ‘be the cowboy’ album by Mitski and all these songs just reminded me of this one western-ish mai&sokka roadtrip au where they are kind of cowboys, kind of assassins with a mission to kill local rich boy Zuko who can't seem to die, but I digress…

What would you envision for a mai&sokka modern au road trip?

ummmmmm please elaborate on this AU????? cowboy assassins mai and sokka sounds almost as good as bored teen detectives HELLO. also "zuko can't seem to die" is so true lmfao like he's not even trying NOT to get killed (in fact. the opposite) but he's indestructible nonetheless he's just built different. i'm picturing mai and sokka trying to kill him but every time they're about to they see him do smth so pathetic that they are momentarily distracted out of suddenly being overwhelmed with pity/secondhand embarassment for him, and he keeps managing to get away, escaping his fate. they can't tell if he's some kind of master of manipulation or legitimately the saddest guy alive. eventually they reluctantly befriend him upon deciding that he's more trouble than it’s worth.

as for a modern au roadtrip (boy, you sure do love roadtrips huh?) i definitely think mai and sokka would go on a lot of long drives together, especially during their college years (established lore states that they attend princeton together). these roadtrips include...

stopping at a gas station and buying SO MUCH junk food it doesn’t seem possible that only two people could ever get through that much food. but of course, they do.

mai wresting control of the aux cord but sokka likes every song in her music library anyway (some mitski, some kate bush, etc.)

mai talking shit about azula & zuko and sokka having to stop on the side of the road because he’s cracking up so hard he’s near tears, he can barely breathe.

mai really likes when sokka drives fast; she rolls the windows down to feel the wind in her face and yells “RUN OVER THE PEDESTRIAN!!” every time he stops for a red light.

comparing various quick and easy ways to kill yourself and neither of them being concerned that they’ve both clearly contemplated this a lot.

comparing horror stories about the assorted nightmare students they’ve met on campus. people who care about eating clubs, that sort of thing.

sokka banning mai from taking the wheel because she drives way too fast and it’s an actual safety hazard.

getting into a really big argument about objectivity in quantum physics even though they actually mostly agree with each other.

sokka getting a spontaneous call from aang (he just felt like saying hi) so they put him on speakerphone and talk to him for over an hour.

katara joining the call at which point sokka lights up and mai goes dead silent with an irritated look on her face until she leaves. mai’s just like “ugh katara is such a spoiled little princess” and sokka is like “YOU LITERALLY GREW UP IN A MANSION????”

sokka putting on jets soundcloud album at which point it becomes a test of endurance to see who breaks and has to turn it off first.

giving each other math and logic puzzles to solve as a way to pass the time but sokka gets too into it and ends up driving really slowly because he’s too busy concentrating which only serves to extend the length of their journey.

stopping at a diner and eating so many waffles between them that their server is genuinely concerned for them.

mai napping in the backseat and conducting an entire conversation with sokka in her sleep (this is not nearly the first time this has happened btw).

sokka stopping because he saw some cool mushrooms on the side of the road and mai being like “ew. that’s literally fungus. ew” to which sokka’s like “yeah, so cool, right?”

stopping at another gas station to stock up on even more junk food (they ran out an hour ago).

getting into a debate over whether aristotle was an important thinker in his own right or whether he was irreparably nerfed by being a student of that idiot plato.

getting into an extremely heated debate over which pokemon is the most fuckable (the conversation ends when mai says “lickitung”).

sokka noticing that mai is suddenly sweating a lot after having just checked her phone and he’s like “oooooooh did you get a text from ty lee??” and mai’s like “SHUT UP?? SHUT UP AND ALSO. I’LL KILL YOU.”

flawlessly singing all the words to smash mouth’s “all star” without missing a beat.

sokka being like "look!!!!! an animal!!!!!!!!" every time they pass an animal and mai scoffing in disgust because she hates all animals except for lizards.

stopping at yet another gas station because they somehow ran out of snacks again.

prolonging their trip by taking lots of pointless little detours because, ultimately, they enjoy this space they've created for themselves far more than the prospect of actually leaving the car and facing the world in all its brutal vulgarity.

driving slower than necessary and cranking the music up as a sort of last hurrah as they cherish the final moments before they pull up to their destination.

arriving.

#amthechimera #asks #modern au #aus #mai&sokka #mai #sokka #thank u for asking me abt them i Love them......

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First Choice- Kaz Brekker

Request? yes | no | It was requested by @freddycarterswife - sorry if I deviated a bit too far from the original ask you sent in!

All right!! I didn’t title it after the song, but as this request is based off the vibes of TV by Billie Eilish up until about the second-ish half, I do reccomend that you listen to that song while you read!

Fic type- hurt/comfort with a fluffy ending

Warnings-mentions of bombs, conspiring to plan out another persons death, stabbing someone in the face and neck with bone shards, and cheating/infidelity, mentions of oversleeping because of heartbreak and non-descriptive depictions of that, plus mentions and non descriptive depictions of being so heartbroken that you forget to eat. Hours of sleep because of the heartbreak-driven hypersomnia and the hours between meals because of the heartbreak are also discussed. This is also unedited and not proofread

It was difficult to see them and not grow envious of them, really. It seemed like Kaz and Inej knew one another inside out, knew even the deepest secrets belonging to the other person. Some days, you could’ve convinced yourself that they were soulmates, destined to be together by the act of simple fate.

To be fair, it hadn’t really helped that Kaz had pushed you away, had been keeping you at even more of an arms length than he usually did. The two of you had once been close, but as things stood, you weren’t nearly as close as you’d once been, as close as he and Inej had grown in those months.

It took you a solid few weeks to realize it, though. Much like Kaz had pushed you away, you’d done the same with Nina, with Jesper and Wylan.

You used the fact that you were heartbroken to justify that the most you’d talked to Wylan was about things primarily based in work—explosives for heists that Kaz had needed, anyway. You used it to justify that you hadn’t talked to Jesper in more than two weeks.

It’s fine, I’m just in love with a guy who’s pushing me away and killing me a bit internally with each day he continues, you’d tried stating in some effort dismiss the action, but you knew it was bullshit.

Being in love with Kaz and heartbroken because he didn’t seem to reciprocate like he used to didn’t give you license to push others away. Heartbreak as you watched him and Inej grow closer and closer, inching towards something like romance, did not give you license to only discuss explosives with Wylan. It didn’t give you license to avoid Ninas concerned gaze as she began to register how much more you’d taken to sleeping. It didn’t give you license to not laugh at Jespers jokes or respond to his witty charms in kin.

Heartbreak meant a total forgoing of routines for most, but pushing your friends away when they were the only people who could’ve made you feel better, even in the event that something catastrophic was heading to Ketterdam? Off the top of your head, the only thing that came close to justifying that was one of their deaths.

So, you pushed through it. You apologized to Nina and to Jesper and then to Wylan. You let Nina wipe your tears away and listened to Wylans threats to kill Kaz with a variety of different bombs he had at his immediate disposal. You accepted the hug when Jesper offered it, tried not to cry as you registered that it was the first time you’d hugged him in almost a month.

“I just hate it,” you said as Nina split the waffle she’d ordered into a quarter. She passed you a quarter of it and you took it without question. You’d been sleeping for twelve hours when Kaz wasn’t asking for your assistance on heists, and on days where heists were involved, you often grew so busy with all of it that you simply forgot to eat, if you hadn’t made sure to eat something that morning. “I—he’s pushing me away. I don’t know if he knows it or not but he is. I love him, but I think that if I have to deal with another minute of it, it’ll kill me.”

“Not if we kill him first,” Nina said with a laugh as you took a bite of the waffle. “Seriously. I have a Heartrender friend who could kill him by the process of a clenched fist. I’ve newly come into abilities that involve raising the dead. I clench my fist, aim it at him, and the idiot you’ve fallen in love with gets a couple of serious stab wounds, probably near the face and the neck.”

“I don’t need you to kill him,” you said. “Matter of fact, as much as I hate things as they are now, I would prefer a world with Kaz in it than one without.”

“If we don’t kill Kaz, if he’s not careful, he’ll kill you by accident,” Jesper said. “You’ve been one of my closest friends since I became apart of the Dregs, love. If I have to see a man who can’t properly cut his own hair, one who dresses like a businessman even though he is a criminal, be your downfall? I would absolutely lose it. Wylan would, too.”

“I can steal a couple of grenades from Stadwatch offices, set them off,” Wylan offered. “If he doesn’t die, Kaz will assume it’s the act of the Stadwatch. Take out what most criminals view as the bloody enemy, anyway.”

You shook your head. “Let’s not plot revenge today, please?” You asked, taking another bite of the waffle. “Can we just eat and talk about anything other than Kaz for a few minutes, at least?”

With the words, Nina summoned a waitress and ordered four plates stacked with waffles. You ordered a water and a brandy, the beginnings of a smile on your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Inej had been sitting in a high up area in the ceiling, though still close enough to hear your conversation.

“They think we’re in love?” Kaz found himself asking. He and Inej were in his office, Inej perched up on the window where Kaz sat behind his desk, heist plans he’d been reviewing scattered around his desk. “Saints.”

“You’ve pushed them away for long enough, don’t you think?” Inej asked. “I mean—they said it. They said that they loved you, and it’s been months.”

“Pushing them away wasn’t my intention,” Kaz said. “I did it by bloody accident. Getting the rings from the fabrikator has been a bloody mess of a process.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve just gone and fucked up massively, haven’t I?”

Inej nodded. “I know you wanted the rings to be a surprise, but they think you’ve gone and fallen in love because you’ve been keeping a bloody secret. You need to put an end to this. Tell them that you still care, at least. They’re at Wylan and Jespers place. If not there, they’re heading back to the Slat from it. The letter I gave you when I first showed has all the specifics.”

Kaz grabbed his cane and stood.

He didn’t have to look at the window to verify, but by the time that Kaz’s hand was grabbing the knob and pulling the door open, Inej was gone.

“The plots you, Nina, Wylan and Jesper have created to kill me are warranted,” Kaz said to you. You jumped, turning to face him as you got your bearings again. You were in an alleyway, taking a shortcut you used to get from Wylan and Jespers to the Slat. “Inej was there when you had your conversation. She wrote me a letter detailing some of the most important aspects, including that it was the first time she’d seen you awake in eighteen hours, the first time she’d seen you eat in more than twenty-four.”

“This matters to you all the sudden?”

“You like sleeping in, but you’ve never slept more than ten hours, even on weekends or off days. While you’ve accidentally skipped out on a few meals because you and I lost track of time amidst a plan for a heist, you’ve never gone more than bloody day without eating. I would think to claim the eighteen hours you slept hypersomnia, if I knew it wasn’t that.”

You managed a laugh. “What do you think it is, then?”

“I’ve accidentally been pushing you away these past months. Talking to Inej more, growing closer to her, as your eyes state to you. You perceive it to be romance. Why you hadn’t thought to break up with me is something I’ve spent the past two hours thinking on, Y/N. I went to the docks, watched the shipments of jurda come in.”

“Because I—” you loved him, you were a fool, you were convinced Kaz was the only man you’d ever deserve? What was it, really?

“Because I love you, Kaz.” It seemed that such a thing as love was what it always boiled down to.

“You’d love me if I cheated on you?” Kaz asked in disbelief. “In the event of infidelity, you’d stand by my side?”

“If there was proof, I would not,” you said. “I’d enact one of the plans I earlier discussed with Jesper, Wylan, and Nina. But you did not cheat on me, Kaz. I know you. You wouldn’t. It was just my own misconceptions.”

“We did grow closer and I do spend more time with her than I used to, but I promise you, I have no romantic feelings for Inej Ghafa,” the rings that Kaz had been trying to procure could wait. Kaz would’ve preferred to promise an eventual proposal when conflict hadn’t been freshly resolved. After he’d spoken, he walked to you and let you set a slower than normal pace. Kaz allowed himself a smile in the darkness as he realized you’d probably been doing it out of consideration for his leg.

“Sometimes, I think you deserve better than me,” Kaz said after a minute of walking in comfortable silence.

“Nina has parroted the same sentiment a few times,” you said. “I don’t think I deserve better than you, more than you. I have you, Kaz, and that’s all that I can bring myself to care about. We have our fights, our disagreements, but in the end, you will always be my first choice.”

Kaz, not knowing what he could add to that, merely added a simple: “Ditto, Y/N.”

It made you laugh, and Kaz relished in it; it’d been the first time he’d heard you laugh in months, though it felt like years.

“I care about you more than I’ve cared about anyone else,” Kaz said after a moment in the silence.

You gave him a smirk, and Kaz had known what was coming before you’d even opened your mouth to say the words.

“Ditto, Kaz.”

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix

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guttersniper · 3 months

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things your muse will notice about mutt.

what they look like. hard, sharp, and rough. mutt is small (4'6.5") and slightly underweight, but lean and sinewy from extensive travel, rough living, and exercise. despite his size, he's a hard-worker, insisting on doing manual labor and other chores and tasks; has what could be referred to as farm kid strength. if you know, you know. his arms and legs are long and skinny, a little too skinny, but wiry muscles are built up along their lengths. once in a stable environment, his limbs, face, and stomach will gain a healthy weight, though he remains lean and flat. call it tough meat. narrow shoulders are oft curved inward, usually in a protective manner to make himself smaller and inconspicuous. he holds the most tension in his shoulders. he does tend to straighten up and broaden them, reminding you of a soldier's posture. he typically stands with his hands in his pockets (jacket or pants) or by his sides.

his face is probably his most noticeable attribute. thin and narrow cheeks absent of any childish fat. his lips are chapped, both from weather exposure and from chewing at them when thoughtful or unsure. he usually has a good number of bruises around his face and body – whether these fights were initiated by him, or whether they came about through self-defence, varies. unruly eyebrows, could be described as almost bushy. dark, richly brown eyes framed by long lashes, with dark circles underneath them. the veins in his eyelids are increasingly pronounced if he's been sleeping particularly badly. they look dark and smudged, appearing bruised. decently large, as well as usually being sharp and attentive, perceptive. he has an intelligent, yet angry and cagey, gaze. he always looks like he's thinking, and can often be seen with a thoughtful pinch between his brows. they can sometimes look vacant, a soldier's thousand yard stare. they're not sunken into his face, but they don't protrude noticeably, either.

his sharp facial features are accentuated through his thinness. resting expression is either a small frown, a flinty stare, fixed neutral, or something eerily unreadable. despite all this, you can still tell he's young. due to these factors and with that in mind, he takes on an almost ageless appearance – some think he's older than he is, some think he's younger. his hair is dark brown, usually always messy. not quite bedhead-messy, but plainly unkempt. he gives himself his own haircuts, so the ends can be a little uneven. even in a stable environment, it will be rare catching him with entirely "nice" hair. typically right after he wakes up and wets it to comb into place will it be that way, and it will get mussed/wind-swept throughout the day.

regardless of the historical period, his fashion puts comfort, necessity, and ease-of-movement above all else. jeans, dark/neutral colors, hoodies, sweaters, jackets (leather and denim), white tanks acting as undershirts, waffle thermals, henleys, belts, and flannels are staples. he doesn't like standing out. always wearing a watch. layers everything; likes clothes that are a tad big on him. has he ever had clothes that fit him properly? who knows. his clothes are worn and thrifted/hand-me-down. he will have difficulty letting them go, if the time comes, and even refuses newer clothes to replace his new clothes if he thinks they still have some wear in them. he doesn't like short sleeves or shorts. not much skin is showing. this is both practicality and self-consciousness.

what they smell like. like outside. it really depends on the last time he was able to take a shower. typically, like a mix of dirt, stale cigarettes, sweat, unwashed clothes, and that smell that comes after handling old metal. sometimes, blood and gunpowder. tends to have lingering street smells on him, depending on how strong they were and how long he was exposed to them. sometimes those are good, sometimes those are bad. (if you want to be cute about it, tell him he smells like a wet dog. because he probably does. a little. though that probably comes from hanging around actual dogs.) if he's in a more rural area, these smells will be slightly different. when washed, generic soaps, deodorants, and shampoos with plain, clean scents. his clothes should smell nicely freshly-laundered, then, too. being clean and staying that way for awhile is a dream of his.

what they taste like. he'll kill you.

what they sound like. naturally raspy and kinda low, but still distinctly prepubescent. firm, sharp, like a door closing. stern. very deadpan. little wiggle room in how you can read his tone as when he's speaking. he likes being with others and listening to people talk and hearing their stories, he can and does make friends with anyone, but usually he is quiet and often doesn't have someone to speak with. prone to short, clipped sentences and monosyllabism. sometimes he goes through periods where he doesn’t want to verbally speak. disuse adds to the hoarseness of his voice. if you can get him going about something, and he's in the mood/interested, and he likes you (really isn't hard to do, contrary to popular belief), you could have a nice conversation with him.

as a budding polyglot adapt at adopting different personas for survival reasons, mutt is naturally gifted at mimicking various voices, including their respective accents and dialects. that is, as long as he has had adequate exposure to them for the measure of infiltration necessary to whatever goal he has in mind, which is usually fitting in and avoiding unwanted questions. he has fine pitch control, understands the effects that rate of speech has quite instinctively, and also has finely tuned oral motor control that makes it almost easy for him to glide between strikingly different accents/languages without a hitch. too bad he can only do so much bass. if someone is perceptive enough, they will recognize their – and their social circle's – body language, accent, and facial expressions being absorbed by him to better fit in. he mimics people as both an overall survival technique and a masking strategy. he won't drop the façade unless he’s comfortable with you. far as you're concerned, if you're hearing him put on an accent/speak another language, he's always sounded like that. some accents are easier than others, and you will be able to mark him as an outsider/foreigner, but it isn't usually enough to raise any eyebrows.

what they feel like. his skin is dry and covered in callous and scarring, especially his hands – small with long, slim thief's fingers, bulked slightly by said callous, though not in an obtrusive way. bony elbows and sharp edges. his feet are equally hard and calloused, and his heels are probably the driest place on his body. inclined to run cool, even in warmer weather, but tends to steady out once inside. collection of miscellaneous scars scattered around due to life on the streets. majority of them have turned pale with time. most noticeable one is on his left cheek. moles dot his body, particularly his arms, though none of them cluster, and they're typically dark brown. his hair isn't what you'd call healthy, another side effect of undernourishment, and – not by choice – generally unwashed for extended periods of time. obviously, with access to regular bathing facilities and proper, steady nutrition, this isn't the case. then, it is soft and quite full.

#saw this dash meme going around and knew i had to take a stab @ it #do you like it long....cuz i can do long #anyway this is my son. he's unsettling and sharp but--wait--he's OURS ☭#hc.#long post /

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hiii i love your work smm so can you give me a txt ship please<333

well im an infp/j , pisces, female and have a lightish bronze skin tone and freckles ( she/her ) my favourite people are my family , friends and txt lol txt helped me in the most difficult times of my life and im sooo grateful for them and i really hope i can go to a concert one day

anyways i also love being alone time, my hobbies are reading, listening to music and art and shopping and watching kdramas or any show. I am confident , empathetic and very emotionally mature I alsoooooooooooo love eating and everyone knows. pizza , fast food, home cooked food alll of ittttttttttt. Im also very very romantic, and love being affectionate to those im comfortable with. Consent is a big thing for me. oh yeaaaah and i have black shoulder length hair, average weight and height for my age. im also a perfectionist and when i want something done i have to do it myself. my love language is physical touch i love hugs and kisses and cuddles lol but i need to be reaussured quite a bit. i love art and maths, the logic behind it all is so fulfilling and fun. I'm quite intelligent i think ha i speak italian well but understand it best , english fluently a bit of spanish and arabic. i also find it so hard to open up and showing my vunerable side so i am a very slow burner but when i feel 100% comfortable you'll hate how clingy i can be. i really enjoy listening , so im more of a listener than talker. Also when i love, i love hard. im always smiling and im VERY sarcastic. I think and daydream alot which is good and bad. ah im also very dirty minded lol and when im stressed i like to tidy my room and clean.

oh my lord the way ive just sat here and waffled about myself for like half an hour ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh im so sorry you have to read this all. i think i repeated myself like 30 times too....thank u in advance, i love ur blog, its like a safe haven

kisses

L <3333333

Thank you so very much darling! ❣️🤍❣️

I lowkey had a little trouble on who to ship you with at first because i could see you being well with all of them! Buttttt anyway 😋

I ship you with…

Choi Yeonjun!

Song recommendation: Everything - Kehlani

- Ride or die couple, Y’all are both so loyal and always have each others back !

- Okay y’all would have such a nice and loving relationship with eachother, plus y’all would be a so stylish frrrr 😌

- I could see you guys like going out and shopping together, and he’d take you to all the best shops in town, and say like if the total came to be a HUGE amount (even if it was a small amount too) He would just hand you his card with the sexiest smirk on his face

- Okay you guys are always going to the most coolest dinner spots for date night, usually every weekend y’all go somewhere fun and hip!

- He is so affectionate to you and LOVES your freckles (he thinks they are the cutest thing in the world omg)

- Boy spoils you with his love fr, like hugs kisses anything, and he all know he is good with his words so he would always reassure you when he needed to!!

- Okay he would fine it so COOL that you speak italian ( me too🙋🏻‍♀️) but he would ask you to teach him and would be so eager to learn! Would also die if you called him any pet name in one of the languages you’re fluent in 😫

- Oh my gosh Like some days you guys will be all on eachother (sometimes y’all are just so clingy and cute omg)

- Plus let me tell you how he would get so turned on if you made any dirty remark to him (he just can’t contain himself around you like dude I know she’s gorgeous but chilllll)

- Honestly he likes your perfectionist personality, he’s a chill guy and likes to have things in order sometimes, also coming home to a clean room is always a plus LOL

Thank you so much for your request and I hope you enjoy this!!! 💖🤍

#txt #txt ships #choi yeonjun #ithinkabouttzu

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fantastickkay · 6 months

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Album Review of the Week: Jonas Brothers - The Album (2023) ☆☆

After Happiness Begins largely fell flat for me in 2019, I was skeptical of a new Jonas Brothers effort but definitely had my ears open. I was a huge fan of theirs from about 2007-2010 and will always support them! The lead single Wings had a nice hook as they were teasing it but, clocking in at less than 2 minutes (!!) it left a lot to be desired. An aside, I never thought I would see the day when 1950s length songs would be in style again. Less than 2 minutes, really? Dang. It also whips back and forth between upbeat and downtempo which can be really irritating. The next single, Waffle House, did actually get me hooked and I was excitedly cautious - their comment of this album being "Bee Gees" inspired still lingering in the back of my mind in a negative way. I am not a fan of their falsetto tendencies, Bee Gees or JB.

Miracle has a really nice funky beat which is largely marred from that dreaded falsetto. With a different vocal style, this song could have been a banger! Yet, once again, it ends at just over 2 minutes without anything really exciting happening. (please let bridges come back!)

Montana Sky gives a bit of a redemption moment. It has a country flavor that they do actually make work for them and their own style. I can definitely picture myself on a road trip enjoying this song with the wind flowing through the car.

Sail Away has a lot of potential to be a really cool song, but once again it misses the mark just enough that it leaves me scratching my head in confusion. It is clearly attempting to meld together a few different genres and trends but comes across more disjointed than anything. The vocal style is very abrasive paired with the music on this particular track as well. In an attempt to appreciate the good, it does have a bridge!

Americana is an interesting track. Just as I was starting to get into it - IT ENDED!! 2 minutes exactly, with a 9 second fade out. It ends up feeling more like an interlude with the choppy vocal style, attempted rap? and repetitive nature. I'm not sure what exactly is happening, it's almost cool (again).

Celebrate! is a fantastic sentiment, they did go through a lot to be able to come back together. It's just far too cheesy and pleading to be in a commercial rather than a serious song. That's not to say that I expect it to be truly "serious" - my whole taste is "guilty pleasures" and unserious. I just mean an earnest piece of music, not something to slap on a Target commercial.

Back to Waffle House, by far the best track on this album. It has true verses, a dynamic chorus and a clear subject. It utilizes the same chanting you hear in the previous track, but in a much better and more engaging way.

Vacation Eyes sounds like it's right out of the mid-1980s with it's slappy, groovy bass. I'm not one of those people that see music in colors, but this song is definitely a pale pink sunset. It has a nice sentiment as well, I can definitely groove to this track.

Summer In the Hamptons is not my style at all. It's borderline vulgar with obnoxious repetitive instrumentation and a disjointed melody. I suppose that's just what happens when the pale pink sunset goes dark!

Summer Baby is the worst track on this album. The falsetto is out in full force and turned up much too high in relation to the music, either that or it simply cuts right through and seems louder. Still, the vocal melody is disjointed which I keep saying but there is just no variety in how they are singing and we all know they are capable and have the talent to at least give some variety and texture!

Vocally, Little Bird is a fantastic song compared to the rest. They are finally singing normally, although the lyrics are cheesy and contrived. I do appreciate the dedication to their children but it sounds like a 9th grader wrote these lyrics.

Walls is firstly kind of an odd song because at the time this was released they were all married and the longest song on this album, by far, is saying that if "you would ever leave me, the walls would cry"? It is slow, boring and weird. Weird because it has a woman saying one phrase in Spanish repeated throughout and it seems to glitch at one point and get super repetitive. The slowness morphed into what seemed like a rockier edge but I couldn't stand to listen to this album for another minute and a half.

Overall, this is a very disappointing release because I know that they are capable of much better. Nick just released a solo album in 2021 that was fantastic and both Nick and Joe have great voices when they use their proper range. Honestly, I just got frustrated listening to it and couldn't wait for it to be over. Even though this 12-track album clocks in at only 32 minutes, I couldn't wait for it to be over. That's something. There were points when it could have been a good album but just fell flat over and over again.

I did not buy a physical of this album, original images sourced from Discogs.

#album review #jonas brothers #2023 #2020s #new music

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honeyhotteoks · 2 years

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into the aurora -- chapter four (ot8)

chapter four: a new path found

chapter summary: you give the boys your answer, and find a new beginning

warnings: some suggestive conversation. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut

word count: 3.5K

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It’s been a week. A whole week of wondering if your decision was the right one and wondering if you could still work with them. Everything seems to have shifted for you, and even their music when it comes up on shuffle you have to quickly skip so you don’t start to feel the now familiar chest tightening anxiety. But you’re here now, in the car and on the way to the KQ offices. Over the past week you’ve texted Hongjoong a bit, and to rejoin everyone you’ve asked that he meet you first before you have to face the rest of them. Your hands are sweating, your cheeks warm, and the rock of the vehicle starts to make you slightly sick. The point of today was to sign your employment paperwork, but you know it’s also the day to give Hongjoong your decision about the proposition.

It was a long week of preparation, not to mention waffling back and forth on your original decision, but in the end every time you really asked yourself what you wanted, your initial gut choice remains the right one and the one you stick with.

As the car slides to a stop in front of a tall glass building, your breath catches.

“Miss,” the driver says, “we’ve arrived.”

You thank him and gather your things, sliding across the seat to climb out of the sleek black sedan and plant your feet firmly on the sidewalk of Seoul. With your heart pounding in your ears, you double check the last text from Hongjoong – Suite 4000, reception will send you back.

In the elevator you take several deep inhales and exhales, practiced and meditative breaths, but when the doors slide open it feels as if it was all for nothing.

The KQ offices are bustling, a large central reception area greets you initially, but you can see through the glass wall behind the desk that it’s just as busy as up front. The receptionist catches your eye and asks what she can do to help you, and for a moment you’re hardly sure what to say, but you recover, “I’m y/n, I am supposed to meet with Kim Hongjoong at 10am?”

“Ah yes,” she nods, “He’s already waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” you reply, as she stands and walks you back past a few doors to the right to a small conference room. She gestures forwards, prompting you to continue through the open doorway. With a deep breath, you cross the threshold.

The receptionist introduces you before pulling the small conference room door shut and leaving you alone. Hongjoong looks just the same, his hair still strikingly blonde and still dressed in layers of leather, denim, and necklaces. He grins at you immediately, “y/n!”

“Ah hello Hongjoong,” you cross the length of the room to meet him, and he spares no time enveloping you in a hug.

“I’m so glad that you’re here,” he says.

“Me too,”

The hug ends, and you take a step back. Suddenly in his presence, all the nerves and fear you felt in the car in anticipation of this moment have dissipated. If nothing else that makes your choice all the more clear.

Hongjoong gestures for you to sit, and he does the same. In front of you on the conference room table sits a glass of cold water and a tray with coffee, sugar, and cream. “Can I fix you some coffee?” he offers.

You nod, “Please,”

“How do you take it?”

“Cream and two sugars, please,” you watch as he pours the cup and gets it just the way you like before passing it over to you.

“How has your week been?” he asks.

“It’s been….strange,” you admit, “I’ve been thinking about everything, and how much about my life has changed since meeting you.”

“I understand,” he says, and reaches out to you to offer a hand, palm up and open.

You take it without hesitation, and he smiles. He starts off with something easy, “The paperwork is all ready for you, someone should be here with it shortly.”

There’s a long pause of silence, his unsaid question hanging in the air.

“I went home, and I thought about everything, like you said.”

His eyes lock on yours, but he waits for you to continue.

Your heart beats hard in your chest again. You take a deep breath, and then you dive. “My answer is yes.”

“Yes?” He’s clearly surprised, and you’re almost surprised by yourself but you’re sure of this choice.

“I want to stay,” you admit, “I want to come home with all of you.”

His hand tightens on yours, “Oh y/n, I’m so glad.”

“There are a few things that I want to ask for,” this is something you’ve been thinking about too, “I have some conditions.”

“We have some too,” he agrees.

“Okay,” you exhale the breath you had been holding tightly in your chest, “What’s next?”

“After you get the papers signed, we can go find the rest of the guys, they should be getting to the practice studio soon and we can talk privately there,”

“I can’t wait to see them,” you sigh.

“They’ve been nervous about what you might say,” Hongjoong confesses, “and Sannie has asked me every day if I’ve heard from you.”

“I missed him,” you murmur, “all of you, really.”

“Mm,” there is such tenderness in his gaze, and you are about to ask after San when the door to the conference room opens and a middle-aged woman with a binder and some paperwork comes in. Hongjoong releases your hand and moves back, letting you know he’ll be back to collect you in an hour when the initial paperwork and onboarding is completed.

You spend the next hour reading through the terms of your employment, learning about your compensation, benefits, and job expectations. When the meeting ends and Hongjoong comes again, you’re officially a KQ Entertainment employee. You may not have signed anything with the boys directly, but it certainly feels as though there is no going back now.

It’s a quick walk down the block to get the actual studio space, but once you’re inside the front door Hongjoong lets you know that once you get in the elevator and the doors open, you’ll be directly in the main space. They’ve carefully orchestrated the day so that it’s only the eight of them in the studio today and standing here in the elevator you’re pretty sure that makes you equal parts exhilarated and terrified. You promised yourself that you’d keep your head. You’d lay out your conditions. You’d make sure everyone agreed before you so much as stepped foot in their dorms.

“They’ll be happy to see you,” he assures, his hand running smoothing circles along your shoulders.

As the elevator hits the right floor, you can hear the music abruptly stop. A ding sounds and you swallow hard, glancing quickly to Hongjoong who looks nothing but elated. The doors open and after a week of wondering about them, they were here in front of you. A gentle push from Hongjoong prompts you to step out of the elevator and into the cool room. It’s clear everyone was just in formation, just Jongho standing separately, presumably the one who cut the music short. You look over everyone, but your eyes can’t help but lock and linger on San who looks about as nervous as you’ve ever seen him.

“You’re back,” Wooyoung says first.

“Yes,” you nod, “I just signed the paperwork with KQ and Hongjoong wanted to bring me over to see you all,”

“Oooh,” Mingi claps, “exciting!”

It lightens the vibe in the room considerably and you grin back at im, “I’m very excited,”

“Well,” Hongjoong shrugs off his jacket to hang on a hook on the wall, “y/n came tell you all something herself,”

Another deep breath, another dive, “I already spoke to Hongjoong, but I’d like to stay. If you’ll still have me.”

It takes about a second for San to run and sweep you into a tight hug. He says nothing, but you can feel the pounding of his heart and hear the way he breathes above your ear.

“So, I’ll take that as a yes?” you joke weakly, and San laughs gently in your ear.

Eight voices chorus a yes, and you sigh into San’s arms before he gives you one last squeeze and releasing you to stand back on your own. You clear your throat lightly and know you need to get the next part out before you can’t, “I don’t really know how this is supposed to work, but I thought a lot about it and I have some conditions,”

Yeosang answers first, “Of course,”

“Let’s sit and talk,” Hongjoong offers, “come on,”

You follow his lead, as do the rest of the boys. He takes a comfortable seat on the floor of the studio and waves you all down. Naturally you form a loose circle, and you reach for your bag to find your notebook.

Seonghwa gives you a look when he sees it, “you have notes?”

“Well, I’ve never done this before,” you laugh, “I had to be a little prepared.”

San to your left is still seated close, his hand resting softly on your knee, angled towards you while you organize your thoughts. You look over everyone and take a deep breath.

“Don’t be nervous,” Yeosang says, his steady voice comforting.

“Okay,” you flip the cover back on your notebook and look down at your numbered list, “when I talked to Hongjoong about this last week he told me that you had all already done something like this on a temporary basis with another girl.” A few eyes flick to Hongjoong, but you continue, “I’m not exactly sure what everyone expects of this, and of me, but I know you want me to live in the dorms with you and Hongjoong alluded to the rest.”

Jongho shifts, looking a bit uncomfortable.

Yeosang’s sharp eyes meet yours, “You have concerns?”

“Not concerns,” you shake your head, “but things I think are just better to say sooner rather than later,”

“It’s all right,” San says, “you can tell us.”

“For starters I think it’s important that you all know I don’t have much experience like this,” you pull your legs in to cross them, “I’ve dated and had relationships, but not a lot so this is a bit overwhelming.”

“Ahh,” Wooyoung acknowledges.

You smooth the paper down under your palm and look to Hongjoong, “First, if there’s room at the house, I’d like to have my own room or my own space. I don’t want to be inconvenient, but it’s important for me to have somewhere that is my own if I need it,”

“We can do that,” he assures.

“Okay,” you look back to the wider group, “Next I would really like to take things a bit slowly at first – I still have really only just met you, and I know we’ll be living and working together, but I would like the time to get to know you all before,” you falter a bit and it’s Seonghwa who interrupts you.

“Ah no,” he gestures for you let him speak, “it’s not just about something physical for us. We’d like you as a friend and a partner, and the rest will surely come.”

“Oh,” you murmur, “okay then,”

San’s thumb rubs a gentle line against your knee, giving you both a bit of much needed comfort. You glance back down at your papers, “For when that does happen though,” you straighten up a bit, it’s an uncomfortable topic but if you were about to start sleeping with eight men you should at least be able to talk about it, “I’d like to be as safe about things as we can. I have a birth control implant so that won’t be an issue, but I’d like to request everyone get tested as well. I was before coming here, and I’m clear but to be on the safe side,”

“Smart,” Hongjoong nods, “we can do that, right?”

Everyone agrees and that’s the last of your list. You close the notebook, clasping your hands together to rest in your lap, “That’s everything,”

“Okay,” Hongjoong sighs, “I think we’ll be just fine.”

“You mentioned you had some conditions too?”

“Mm,” he nods, “yes, I think there are a few things we want to be careful of. You know we’re under a considerable amount of attention, and something like this would surely be a problem. When you come and go from the house, please do so in one of the cars. They can pull to the back of the building and there is a private entrance that will keep you out of sight.”

“Of course,”

“Next, please don’t post on social media about,” he starts to say.

“I already deleted my Instagram and Twitter,” you say, “I anticipated this would be a necessary piece to keep you all safe.”

Hongjoong smiles back at you, relieved, “Thank you,”

“Is there anything else?”

“Just one thing.” He turns to you now, fully holding your gaze, “and this is the most important thing. If at any time you do not want to do something, or don’t wish to stay any more, please tell us. We don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with or make this difficult for you. We know there’s eight of us and only one of you.”

You reach and grasp his hand in yours, “Thank you,”

After a beat he looks to the rest of the group, still holding your hand in his, “Are there any other things from anyone else?”

“There is one thing,” your eyes snap to Yunho. He’s hardly spoken since you arrived, but you caught his eye several times, warmly looking you over. “And it’s something we should all know and be clear on, so you should decide now. You need to choose a safe word, just as a precaution.”

You hear Mingi make a sound of surprise, but no one protests. He’s right of course, and the mere thought of it warms your chest. You can feel a blush rising up in your cheeks, and you glance down from Yunho’s steady gaze. Your mind blanks, nothing seems appropriate, and nothing seems to make sense, and then it comes to you. You look up again, holding on Yunho as you smile, “Treasure.”

Yunho’s lips part as he registers your words. Wooyoung makes a low exaggerated wow and your blush deepens. Yunho recovers, and he clears his throat, “Good,”

You gently place the backs of your knuckles against your cheeks to quell the blush that has most certainly settled there, “Anything else?”

“No, no,” Hongjoong brings the group back to center and moves on, “we should finish practice but then we’ll be done for the afternoon, and we can take you back to the dorms,”

“Okay,” you straighten up and sigh, reaching to give San’s hand a quick squeeze.

“What about your things?” Yeosang asks, “is there anything you’ll need to get?”

“I brought everything,” you admit, “it’s all in the car you sent for me. I was really hoping you hadn’t changed your minds since I already packed it all and put my apartment up for a sub-lease,”

Seonghwa laughs, “Already?”

“Honestly,” you say, “the minute I got home I wanted to turn around, I knew I had made my decision then.”

“Ahh!”

“Wow!”

“So sweet,”

San gives you a squeeze.

Practice must continue, so you let them get back to it, falling back to rest against the wall by the elevators and watching them work. You’re shaking off the embarrassment of the conversation, not sure what deep part of you immediately reached for ‘treasure’ as the safe word, but you suppose you’ll find out.

You know this life might be a strange one now. It will likely be full of secrets and discreet travelling to keep them safe. You’re sure there will be days they are gone and you can’t go with them, or nights where they will be filming and you’ll be alone, but being alone is something you’re used to. You’ve become good at being alone. You and you friends have grown apart since finishing university, and living alone in a big city trying to make ends meet for a small apartment has given you very little free time to explore anything outside of your music.

It’s been several months since you’ve dated, and even then it was casual. Though you do have some experience, it’s not as if you’re a virgin, it’s just been a while. You wrap your arms around your legs and lean your chin on your knee, watching them drill choreography for their new single. You wonder which of them you’ll grow closest to, which of them will become your confidant, which of them will become your lovers. Your mind wanders.

Lost in thought, you don’t realize the practice has ended until Wooyoung waves his hand in front of your face, “Atinyyy,” he affectionately calls.

“Time to go!” he offers you a hand and you let him pull you to your feet. Something you can already tell about Wooyoung is that he’s a flirty person. Every little thing he does comes with a glint in his eyes, and the extreme confidence of a 22-year-old attractive man.

“Back to the dorms?” you ask.

“Mmhm,” you could swear his eyebrow gives you a cheeky raise, “we’re done for the day, just dinner and a team meeting later.”

“Sounds good,”

From behind you, a pair of hands land on your shoulders and San’s face appears in your periphery, “Our cars are almost here,”

From the side you hear everyone throwing around ideas for dinner, Yunho in particular whining that he’s starving. It feels almost normal already, and you decide it’s time to start relaxing into it. Reaching, you rest your hands on San’s and turn your head just slightly, aware of just how close he is. “San,”

“Hmm?” he turns to you.

“Tteokbokki,” you say.

His eyes widen and his light laugh erupts, “Is that what you want?”

“Mmhm,” you grin, giving him a little cheek.

“Ooooh,” Wooyoung teases, “so this is what you look like when you have a crush, y/n.”

Blush heats your cheeks again.

“Well,” San is clearly pleased with that, and reaches around you to cross one forearm over your upper chest, arm resting shoulder to shoulder. Your back is flush against his, and he pivots you both towards the larger group still holding you softly against him. “Our lady demands tteokbokki!”

You laugh at the new moniker and feel San rest his chin against your hair. It barely takes a moment for Mingi to start a chant for it and Yunho to point straight at you, “Genius!”

“All right, all right,” Hongjoong says, “let’s go, we’ll have it picked up on the way,”

San presses a quick kiss to your hair and pulls away, moving to grab his jacket from the hook on the wall and get his bag. You’re sure there’s a ridiculous grin on your face, but you can’t help it. The boys are calling over each other, and you can barely keep up with one conversation let alone four or five, but follow them down to the garage, pile into your cars, and start to head home.

Every mile you drive the nerves start to return little by little, the idea of suddenly being alone in their home, now your home, is a reality that is dawning on you. But it’s also exactly what you wanted and there’s no running now, you just have to keep calm and commit to the idea you spelled out for yourself a week ago. On the drive you are peppered with questions, the music bumps through the speakers, and Wooyoung shouts in the back. You’re doing your best to keep up, sure that after a little while you’ll sink into the rhythm that is them. Finally, when the car pulls off a side street and into a private garage in the bottom of a tall building, you exhale shakily.

“Okay?” Yunho bumps you gently with his knee from the seat next to you.

“Nervous,” you admit to him.

“It’s okay,” he assures you, “we’re home now, we can relax.”

You nod as the car pulls to a stop.

“Besides,” he says giving you a dazzling smile, “I think you’ll like it. We’re very fun to live with,”

The tension breaks immediately and you laugh, “I’m sure you think you’re fun to live with, but with how much screaming Wooyoung is doing here I’m sure it’s crazy,”

Yunho ruffles your hair gently before unbuckling your seatbelt and his and sliding open the car door, “Oh definitely, but I think you like a bit of crazy.”

He’s not wrong, if he were wrong, you wouldn’t be here. You take another deep breath and follow him out of the car and into your new life.

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monstersandmaw · 3 years

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Male werewolf x female character - Chapter One (sfw)

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Hello lovely folks! Thank you so much to those of you who contributed to the post which somehow now has over two hundred notes, indicating your interest in this story! I only hope I can live up to your expectations!

Here is Chapter One, in which our protagonist leaves the city behind on a whim and travels north to a cabin retreat in a small town. I promise we’ll meet our werewoofer protagonist soon. If you can believe it, I’ve got nearly 10,000 words of this written already, though not all of it is in the order it will be told, unfortunately, so I’ve still got my work cut out for me, but I’m feeling good about writing again, which is fun. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and will consider reblogging it and letting me know if it’s headed in the direction you hoped! It’s become a rather personal project for me, so I hope you’ll be kind at the very least!

And so, without further ado and a-waffle here is Chapter One:

She might very well have been a good deal warmer with the car’s sputtering little heater cranked all the way up, but the scent of pines and the crisp, mountain air beyond was too delicious to shut out after what felt like years of recycled office air and polluted city streets. So instead, shifted her old VW into fifth and let the curves of the wide road take her through the forest, with wild, damp, green-tinged air whipping in through the windows and tangling her hair into a matted brown bird’s nest.

The thing about this holiday was that she hadn’t even intended to take one at all until three days earlier, when she’d booked a tiny cabin in the woods on a whim, without telling anyone that she’d done it.

They would have thought she’d gone completely off the rails if she’d brought it up anyway — most of her friends already seemed to think as much after she’d quit her job seemingly out of nowhere two weeks ago.

And yet, this was the first thing to feel truly ‘right’ in months.

The mess of the past year seemed as inconsequential as the previous bend in the road now, and she vowed silently as she entered the quaint little town of Pinewatch, with her car boot full of walking gear and waterproofs, that she was damn well going to enjoy herself for a change. This was going to be something purely, completely, and entirely, for her.

In person, the town itself felt even smaller than it had looked on Google Maps as she slowed to drive up the main street, but she couldn’t keep the grin off her face. It was perfect. Old houses and wooden shop fronts lined the road, with cafes and a traditional looking bar dotted amongst more practical businesses like a grocery store, post office, and doctor’s.

Spotting a space, she parked the red VW up outside a veterinary clinic and stretched the muscles of her back and shoulders out, letting them pop and creak blissfully after a three hundred mile drive north. Outside, an older lady with a Pomeranian left the clinic and began their tottering way up the street together with almost matching gaits.

Glancing at the time on her phone, she scrunched her nose up and sighed. A couple of hours too early yet to check into the little cabin just outside the town, she locked her car and meandered along the pavement in the sunshine, thinking vaguely of grabbing a coffee and something to eat to kill the time.

After browsing in the windows of a few artisan craft shops though, she found herself at the end of the main street — the length of which seemed to be the extent of the town. A metal sign just a little way ahead announced the Information Centre for the National Park which stretched around the town in a dark green blanket for miles in all directions, and with another hour to go, she figured she might as well check it out.

Gravel crunched beneath her scruffy old boots as she crossed the muddy car park and a bell tinkled above the glass panelled door as she pushed inside. Set back from the main road, the Information Centre was an old cabin, log-built and cosy, with the feel of having been someone’s home before the reception desk and leaflet stands, posters, employee photos, and bookshelves had been installed.

Behind the counter, a woman in a pastel pink hijab looked up as she entered and smiled broadly at her. “Hi. Can I help?”

“Hope so,” she said with a shy answering smile, approaching the counter. “I’ve booked a cabin nearby and I’m looking to do some hiking in the area. Nothing super adventurous — no more than ten miles or so at the very most — but I figured I’d get some local information before I head up to the cabin. I’m kind of early.”

“Sure,” the young woman said, standing up. “You must be staying in Trapper’s Lodge?”

Her slight frown was met with a friendly chuckle.

“It’s basically the only holiday rental around here.”

“Of course, I forgot it’s owned by the park service,” she laughed.

“You’re the first person to rent it this season, and it was ready yesterday so you could head on over whenever you like. We don’t get too many visitors on this side of the mountain,” she went on. “People who come for the famous views tend to go to the other side of the park, where Three Peak Falls are — you know, the ones you see all over Instagram?”

“Oh, I see,” she said, grateful to her late-night self for picking this part of the park then. Hordes of people all chasing the perfect Instagram photo weren’t exactly what she was looking for out here.

The young woman turned to fetch some leaflets from behind her. “Anyway, I’m Tala. How long are you here for?”

“Odessa,” she replied, and shuffled and rocked on her heels for a moment. “I’m booked in for two weeks, but it already feels like the kind of place I could stay forever.”

Tala chuckled wryly and handed a small stack of information leaflets and hiking trail maps out to her across the counter. Her eyes glittered playfully and she said, “Careful; the forest tends to hold on to people like you.”

Odessa raised her eyebrows and took the proffered leaflets. “That’s not ominous at all,” she snorted. “Thanks. I’ll take a look at these tonight over some supper.”

Tala nodded. “If you’re hiking solo — even if you’re in a group, actually — we recommend checking in here before you head out,” she said and indicated a trail book lying open at the far end of the wooden counter. “Just so someone knows where you are and how long you’re intending to be.”

With a nod and a warm smile, she thanked her and added, “I’ll be back tomorrow after I’ve settled in.” She waved the leaflets for emphasis and added, “Thanks for these.”

Back at her car, she stashed the maps in the front of her bag on the passenger seat, and started up the engine. A big, red Toyota pickup paused to let her pull out ahead of it, and she thanked the driver with a friendly wave and set off with her phone balanced precariously in her lap while it dictated directions to the cabin.

In fact she hadn’t needed them at all, and after just a few minutes’ drive north out of town through dense pines, she spotted the painted white stone that marked a twisting drive through the trees to the former trapper’s lodge.

As she halted on the small, gravelly patch of ground in front of the house, she stared through the muck-flecked car window and her breath caught.

In person it looked even more like a fairytale than it had on the website.

The place had clearly been recently renovated, with new plants still establishing themselves in beds around the walls, and new windows to keep the cabin insulated, but it had the feel of a standing stone; of something deeply rooted in the landscape; as much a part of it as the trees and rocks on all sides.

Stepping out, Odessa inhaled the cool damp of the forest and a short, nervous laugh bubbled out of her.

“I can’t believe this is real,” she muttered, looking around with hands on hips. A moment later she rolled her eyes and laughed again, though this time it carried a slightly hysterical tinge to it. “What the fuck am I even doing?”

No steel-frame building nor wall of glass was to be seen; just a cosy wooden cottage and the endless peace of whispering pine needles and chittering birds. Somewhere far off to her left, a rushing stream sounded in a gully, and she couldn't decide if she wanted to explore inside or out first.

Hefting her rucksack onto her shoulder a few minutes later, she unlocked the key from the little safe on the wall and shuffled into the storm porch like a tinker with a hundred groaning packs.

Inside, the cottage was everything she could have dreamed of and more. Someone, presumably Tala, had left a small welcome basket on the scrubbed kitchen table, with freshly-baked scones, a loaf of bread, some local cheese and a jar of local honey, and a note with some contact information. There was milk and butter in the fridge too, which was another nice touch.

She tramped back out to the car to bring in the last of her gear, leaving her walking boots in the enclosed porch and dumping her rucksack on the wooden boards of the cosy bedroom just off the living space.

That night she ate the slightly squashed sandwiches she’d brought with her, and afterwards, stepped outside in the dark to stare up at the patch of endless, starry sky above the cabin’s clearing. Night skies like that just didn’t exist in the city or outside of the movies, and she lost track of time as she gazed up.

Eventually, her breath started to fog in the autumn air and it wafted around her like a drifting ghost. Off to her right, the loud, mournful hoot of an owl made her jump and she turned instinctively but saw nothing in the endless dark between the trees. A twig cracked and she twitched. Taking it as a sign to head back inside before she got too cold, or too freaked out, she scuttled back inside, closing the chill of the largely silent night out behind her.

Odessa didn’t turn her phone back on once all evening, and as the wind wafted in through the open curtains later, brushing across her body in a cold whisper where she lay on her back in bed, it felt like the start of a brand new chapter in her life.

At that, she found herself almost too excited to sleep.

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Next chapter --->

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bullshxtvixen · 4 years

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On Mute

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Request: This is me making the request for sucking Kenma while he streams. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED IT! - @queenktbigal

Word count: 3.2k (oops)

Warnings: 18+, Softdom!Kenma, Bondage, Spanking, Finger fucking.

Song: Gravity by John Mayer

A/n: Thank you to @kiribakuho and @egghoe-waffle for reading this over for me, and to everyone in the karasuhoe discord server for thirsting over this idea with me, i hope i did it justice!!

You can find the sequel to this fic here

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“Kenmaaaaa.”

Standing in the doorway of your boyfriend's gaming room in nothing but one of his old volleyball shirts and a thin pair of underwear, you looked at the back of the brunette’s head with a pout. He’d spent the last 2 hours streaming with the boys and you were desperate for some attention.

Pulling his headset back slightly to free up an ear, he mumbled to the guys about hopping off for a second before he turned to you, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. You watched his eyes widen slightly as he took in your bare thighs and his old shirt loosely clinging to your form -even though he no longer played, he still got a thrill out of seeing you wearing his number. He shuffled in his seat, tempted to reach out and slip the shirt off of you.

His eyes lingered on your thighs a moment longer, his tongue darting out to coat his bottom lip before his golden eyes met yours. A smirk forms on your lips at the blush covering his cheeks.

“I-I’ll be done after this game, I promise, bunny.” He turned back to the game, repositioning his headset. He needed to finish the game but his mind was already distract by thought of his fingers running up and down the soft skin of your thighs.

Your smirk disappeared.

You were well aware that ‘After this game’ could mean anywhere from another 20 minutes to an hour, and you were too needy for that. You needed to feel his hands on you.

You watched him a moment longer before a thought occurred to you. Let’s see if he can concentrate after this. Peering over his shoulder, you checked to make sure that he was only streaming via audio before shimmying your underwear down your legs and kicking them to the side. His shirt fell just below your butt so you were still covered.

Without bringing too much attention to yourself, you crept over to the side of his gaming chair before sinking to your knees. He was so engrossed in the game and mumbling commands under his breath that he didn’t notice you until you began to slowly turn his chair towards you, and even then his eyes never left the monitor in front of him. It wasn’t unusual for you to climb into his lap when he was gaming so he didn’t think anything of it.

However, his head did snap in your direction, when he felt your fingers tug on the waistband of his sweatpants, “what are y-oh” it was too late for his hand that was reaching out to stop you. His cock was already released from it’s confines with your hand wrapped firmly around it, gently stroking his shaft. He immediately became hard under your touch and knowing that you had that effect on him had desire pooling in your stomach.

You subtly rubbed your thighs together to create some friction.

Covering his mic with one hand, his free hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist, halting your movements. “What are you doing, bunny?!” He hissed, though you felt his cock twitch in your hand. He was getting turned on just as much as you.

You shot him a wicked smile before stroking your thumb over the tip on his cock, a move you knew would drive him wild.

His reaction was immediate, his hips bucked up into your hand as he bit back the moan that was threatening to leave his throat.

‘I want to suck your cock’ you mouthed before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the head of his now leaking member.

Kenma knew he should’ve pushed you away, or at least quit the game and carried you to the bedroom so he could take you there, but the sight of you pulling back from his cock with his precum coating your lips as if it were lipgloss, had all sense of reason flying out of his brain.

If that’s how you wanted to play, then so be it.

“Give me a sec, guys.” He mumbled into his mic as he uncovered it before hitting the mute button. Releasing your wrist from his grasp, he reached for your chin, his soft fingers tilting your head so you could meet his eyes. Desire swirled in them, causing your body to heat up under his gaze.

His usual laid back demeanor had gone and was now replaced with hunger. He wanted you, and the look alone told you his was going to have you begging for him.

He leaned forward so that his face was hovering just above yours, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him. His warm breath ghosted over your lips, sending another shiver down your spine as his scent wrapped around you.

“You want to suck my cock, bunny?” His thumb swiping across your bottom lip before giving it a gentle tug. You nodded, giving his cock a gentle squeeze to convey your need for him. He leant back, a small smirk falling on his lips.

“Then suck it,” he held up a finger before you could move an inch, “but I’m going to finish this game and unmute the mic while you do it.”

You tensed. While the thought of sucking him off when there was a risk of people overhearing turned you on, you couldn’t help but still be a little apprehensive about it. Looking at Kenma, you could see that he thought he’d won as a smug smile settled on his features. He didn’t think for a second you’d go through with it.

Reaching over his desk, you pressed the unmute button so that the light switched from red to green, meaning that the mic was back on. “Game on.” You whispered.

Then your hot tongue was on his cock, licking a slip up his thick shaft before taking the tip into your mouth. He had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning as your tongue danced around his tip, licking up the precum that was still collecting there. God, he did he taste good. There was no way you’d ever get bored of the way he tasted.

Turning his head back to the game, he managed to keep his voice level as he let the other players know that he was back in.

That just wouldn’t do. You wanted to see him writhe under your touch.

Hollowing your cheeks you began to take more of him into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around him as you did. You loved how big his cock was, even as it hit the back of your throat and caused you to gag, you only continued to suck harder.

Your free hand gripped his thigh as your head continued to bob up and down his length, your hand working what you couldn’t fit passed your lips. Meeting his eyes, he mouthed ‘all of it.’ before giving a gentle thrust of his hips and turning back to the game. As he hit the back of your throat once again, you felt your throat protest. Pulling away for air, you felt his hand reach down to fist in the back of your hair, preventing you from taking his cock all the way out of your mouth.

You moaned around what was left between your lips, the vibrations almost causing him to spill into your mouth right there. Fuck, did you feel good, he should’ve known his third favourite hole of yours would be able to work him well enough to have him ready to cum in minutes. He wasn’t going to let you have that satisfaction though.

Even still, that mouth of yours knew exactly how to work his cock and he was having a hard time remembering how to breath properly, let alone concentrate on the game in front of him.

“You good, Kenma?” Kuroo’s voice came through the headset.

“Y-yeah, just having some issues...with my controls.” He said, his voice higher than he’d meant it to be as your mouth made a sinful sound around him.

“You sure, I thought I heard a weird noise…”

“It’s nothing!” He said quickly, too quickly. He hoped they didn’t press any further. He held his breath for a few seconds, but if Kuroo and the rest of the party suspected anything, they didn’t voice it. He let out a shaky breath.

Good. He didn’t actually want them to hear the lewd sounds your mouth was making as you took his cock down your throat. Those sounds belonged to him and only him.

He loosened his grip on your hair but you continued to take him further as your throat relaxed around his length, your nose now hitting the spatter of dark pubic hairs at the base of his cock. When you hummed around him and brought your fingers up to gently massage his balls, his whole body seemed to convulse under your touch.

Shaking his head, he tried to focus back on the game, his grip on the mouse a little tighter. His eyes followed his player on the screen when he spotted movement in the corner of the screen.

“Sniper, to the r—” He heard Kuroo -or maybe it was Shoyo, he couldn’t tell anymore, his mind was hazy with lust- call out, but it was too late. It was game over.

Throwing his headset onto the desk, he turned to you, his eyes burning into yours. You felt your walls clench between your thighs, your arousal beginning to leak out of you.

“Up, now.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You stood up in front of him, waiting for him to make the first move.

“Bunny, that mouth of yours...it’s sinful.” His voice was low as his hand reached out to caress your inner thigh, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “I couldn’t even concentrate on the game, I just wanted to watch you taking me between those beautiful lips.” Up and up his fingers went, “but now, now I want to see myself disappearing into the ones between your hips.” His fingers reached the apex of your thighs and he groaned.

“You’re not wearing any underwear, Bunny. Did you plan this?” He already knew the answer. You could only moan as he slipped two fingers in you, his thumb beginning to make tight circles on your throbbing clit.

“You’re already dripping and i’ve hardly touched you,” his fingers picked up their pace inside you as the knot in your stomach began to tighten, “always so ready for me like the good girl you are. Even if I couldn’t feel how wet for me you are, I’d be able to tell from those sounds your pussy is making around my fingers.”

You could only whimper at his words and grasp onto his shoulders as he curled and scissored his fingers, stretching your walls in the most intoxicating way. Your legs began to tremble as his other hand shot out and gave you a firm smack on your ass.

“Put your foot up here, bunny.” his fingers continued to work inside you as you placed your foot on his chair next to his leg. Your head fell back as he was now able to slide another finger inside you and reach even deeper than before, brushing against your sweet spot with every movement of his wrist.

“Fu-, Kenma, fuck. Oh god.” Your words were failing you as he continued to pump his fingers inside of you, his palm now pressing against your clit as your fingers dug into his shoulders. He groaned at the feeling, dipping his head down to kiss your inner thigh. You were his and only he could ever make you feel this good, you both knew it.

“I want you to cum on my fingers, now.” Then his teeth were nipping at your inner thigh as he pressed his fingers against your g spot. Kenma watched as your orgasm consumed you, your hanging out the side of your mouth and your eyes closed as the ecstasy ran though your body.

His cock was throbbing unbearably now, his hand reaching down to stroke himself as he felt your walls continue to clench around his fingers that were still moving inside you, prolonging your orgasm as much as he could. He wasn’t done with you just yet.

Before you had a chance to come down from your orgasm, he was removing his digits from your greedy cunt, your juices coating his hand. Your eyes were heavy as you watched him bring the hand to his mouth so that he could lap at your juices.

“You taste amazing, bunny,” he licked some more of your release off his fingers as you brought your foot back down to the ground, your legs unsteady, “no one else will ever get to taste you, you’re all mine.” You were his, you always had been, you both knew it.

“All yours, Kenma. Forever.” you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. He leaned into it, pressing a kiss to your wrist. His heart swelled at your words, he’d never wanted you more than he did right now.

“Turn around for me, hands behind your back.” You hesitated for a second, searching his eyes for any hint of what he had planned. Unable to find anything you turned and did as he said. You heard shuffling before you felt something being tied around your wrists, securing them in place behind your back.

“Wha-”

Before you could ask what he’d used to tie your wrists, you were spun around and pulled into Kenma’s lap, a knee falling on either side of his thighs. His hands reached out to steady you as you were unable to use your hands to stop you from falling.

His face was just inches from yours. You could see your breath moving the hairs that fell on his forehead, pushing them out of his eyes as they peered up at your disheveled state. His hand came up to brush some of your own hairs out of your face, tucking them behind your ear. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, bringing you even closer to him.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you make me, Bunny?” then warm lips were on your throat as his hands slipped beneath his shirt you were wearing, trailing his fingers over your stomach and under your breasts before settling on your thighs. You shivered under his touch, your arousal beginning to coil in your stomach again. You whimpered as you pulled at your restraints -that you now realised must’ve been some kind of spare cord from his computer- wanting to touch him.

You could feel his cock pressing against your entrance, your juices coating his tip so that he’d be able to slip inside you so easily.

“Please, Kenma. I-I need you.” You grind down onto him, needing him to fill you.

He let out a groan, his hips coming up to meet yours so that just the head of cock was inside you. He was teasing you, finally getting his own back for how you’d snuck up on him earlier. You tried desperately to sink down onto him but his grip on your hips stopped you. It was driving you mad.

Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, there was no one who could drive you crazy like him and he knew it.

Removing a hand from your hip, he reached around your back before grabbing a fist full of your hair and giving it yank, making your head fall back so that your throat was exposed to him.

You yelped at the pain but it was quickly forgotten as Kenma used your vulnerable state to press a kiss to each of your collar bones, before licking a hot path up the hollow of your throat. You shivered at the feel of his tongue on your skin.

Then he was wrapping his free arm around your back and easing you down into his cock, your jaw hanging loose as he finally filled you in the most delicious way.

“Good girl, take it for me.” And you did. He didn’t give you anytime to get accused to his length before his hands were back on your hips and he was guiding you up and down on his hardened shaft.

The feel of him stretching you had your head swimming as you braced your forehead on his shoulder and began to match his pace. The grip he had on your hips was sure to leave marks, but you didn’t care, you craved his hands on you.

Your moans filled the room as you felt another orgasm building. His lips latched onto your neck as he angled his hips to a new position that allowed his cock to hit a spot inside you as stars danced across your vision.

“Kenma, I’m close, I’m so close, please.”

He knew you were, he could feel your walls beginning to clamp around him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer either.

His thrusts became sloppy as a thin sheen of sweat coated the both of you. His hand grasped your chin and pulled your face to his, needing to feel your lips on his. Your breaths mingled as your stomach tightened once again.

“Cum for me, bunny. Cum on my cock like a good girl.” he whispered against your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, stilling your movements. He picked up his pace, giving a few more hard thrust inside your sopping pussy, feeling your body seize up in his hold as another orgasm ripped through you.

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.” was all you could say as you were lost to the ecstasy that flowed through your body. It had your eyes squeezing shut and your toes curling as you rode it out.

Kenma followed not long after, his teeth latching onto your shoulder as his warm cum coated your walls. His breathing was heavy as you sank into his chest, his now limp cock falling out of you.

You felt empty for a second before warm lips were placed on your forehead, his hand coming up to brush your hair from your sweaty forehead. He reached around and removed the makeshift restraint from your wrists, placing a soft kiss to the raw skin on each one.

“That was...” you started, unable to find the words.

“Mind blowing?” He muttered into your hair, his voice sleepy. He shifted you in his arms, picking you so he could carry you to the bedroom.

You peaked up at him through your lashes and he gave you one of his private smiles. It made your heart squeeze. He shared so much of himself with you that no one else got to see and it made you unbelievably happy.

Sighing with content, you looked over his shoulder at where he’d just fucked you and you froze in his grasp.

“Um, Kenma...”

He stopped in the doorway. “What is it, bunny?”

You could only nod your head towards the gaming set up and the bright green mute button that you knew should’ve been red if it was on mute.

He turned his head to see what you were referring to. When he realised what you meant, his whole body tensed.

“Oh fuck.”

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Yeah, so i got a little bit carried away with this request and i’m not sorry. I can’t even begin to describe how much fun i had writing this. I live for soft dom Kenma!! - Vixen

#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma smut #kenma imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu smut #nekoma #kenma #hq #my writing #mine #vixenwrites #haiykuu #vixenscribbles #hq peepee

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(I feel like I should finish your prompt first but. These ones are so good....feel free to ignore if you have too many asks but 29 or 33 with chocobros...?

PROMPTS LIST

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

ik i just did this one for natsuyuu but...........chocobros

They're somewhere in Duscae, near enough to the coast that each breeze carries a hint of the sea, on another errand for another stranger to scrape together enough gil to eat tonight.

They've stopped at the last little roadside cluster of shops before the countryside stretches far and wide and wild, stocking up on what meager supplies they can afford.

Noctis has never lived this way before. He's never gone to bed hungry before. Neither has Gladio or Ignis, for all their world-weariness and the general practical knowledge and common sense they walk around with that far surpasses Noctis' own.

Ignis can budget with the best of them, and Gladio is willing to eat literally anything at any time, but Prompto is the one who gets it.

He chats at length about all the times he's had to get creative with pasta or rice because it was all that was left in his pantry. Back in high school, when he could only work part-time. When someone should have been taking care of him, and instead he was left to figure out how to stretch a tiny budget much farther than made sense.

"Come on, Iggy," he said once when they were out shopping, half-laughing. Like he thought Ignis was joking. "Fresh produce? We've got like a hundred gil between the four of us and we're totally out of restoratives."

And Ignis paused, and glanced sidelong at him. He put back the crisp, flowery vegetables and pulled out his little notebook and asked for suggestions instead. It took Prompto a few minutes to convince himsef that Ignis was taking him seriously, but now they like, bond over canned fruit.

"I'm gonna kill this catoblepas with my bare hands," Gladio says with feeling, leaning against the car. "I'm so godsdamned sick of pasta. Don't tell Iggy I said that."

Noctis rolls an energy drink between his hands absently, brow furrowed. It's tricky business, and he's not very good at it just yet, but home-made elixirs save them a ton of gil. He feels guilty when they have to spend their money on something he should be able to do himself.

"I'm telling him," he says without missing a beat. "He'll never forget, and he'll give you shit every single time you make cup noodles from now on, forever."

"I can't stand you," Gladio tells him seriously.

The bell above the door of the convenience store rings brightly, and Noctis glances up to see Ignis and Prompto walking out looking a lot more cheerful than they did going in.

Gladio's face does something very subtle and specific when he sees them, there and gone in a second, before Noctis can pin it down and figure it out.

"What are you two chucklefucks up to?" he calls over. Ignis immediately narrows a disapproving stare at him, but Prompto beams.

"I got a commission, sort of!" he says.

"A commission?" Noctis parrots, sending the energy drink back to the Armiger.

"Sort of?" Gladio adds.

"While we were checking out, the store-owner saw my camera, and seemed really into it," Prompto says. "Since, you know. It's unique."

Noctis does know. The digital camera hanging at Prompto's side has been with him since Noctis first bought it for him three years ago. He would rebuild it every so often, bowed over a collection of impossibly tiny parts spread out carefully across a dish towel at the kitchen table in Noctis' apartment. To call it unique is a bit of an understatement.

Gladio frowns, sensing where this is going a split-second before Noctis does. "And?"

"And he offered me money for it! Like, more than it's worth probably. A lot more."

"I don't see how that could be possible," Ignis says smoothly, leaning through the open window of the Regalia to put the shopping bag in the backseat. "Since your camera is clearly priceless. Which is what I explained to the man."

Noctis relaxes, glad that Ignis and Prompto have bonded over shopping to the point that neither of them want to do it unless they can go together-- because if Prompto had been in there by himself, he 100% would have sold his camera. He would have hated to do it, but he would have done it. It's like he thinks he owes his friends something just for letting him exist.

"Good looking out, Specs," Gladio says gruffly. Prompto waffles a bit, looking torn between pleased and embarrassed. Noctis decides to rescue him.

"What commission, though?" he asks.

"Oh, right. Well, he was kind of bummed about the camera, but he asked if he could see some of my photos, and Ignis said we had time-- "

If it were literally anyone else, Noctis thinks, up to and including and especially the Actual Crown Prince, Ignis would have said they were in a hurry and not to show off.

"--and he seemed really impressed! With the photos! I told him we were going to take down a catoblepas, and he asked why, and I said for some cash, I mean, clearly," Prompto adds, gesturing at the four of them and their general road grime. "So he, ah-- well he's never seen a catoblepas up close before, and he said if I could get some good pictures of it, he'd pay me for them. He gave me a figure, and it's, like, better than some of the jobs I've done for Vyv."

He's delighted, clearly. He likes feeling like he's pulling his own weight. Noctis is always so relieved when Vyv calls, not because of the inherent payday, but more because it puts this light in Prompto's eyes that Noctis would easily climb a hundred volcanic mountains for.

"Damn, Prompto, at this rate you'll have funded our whole trip," Gladio says. He doesn't ruffle his hair anymore, because Prompto actually hates that, just sort of scrunches his fingers through it instead. Prompto doesn't hate that at all. It's adorable.

Sometimes in the early morning, when he and Noctis are the last to drag themselves out of the tiny camper, they'll do their affirmations together:

"Gotta be our best today," Noctis will say, and Prompto will put on this absurdly determined expression, bed hair hanging into his eyes and cheek still creased pink from the pillow.

"Gotta get those hair scrunches," he'll reply gravely.

"What else did he say, Prompto?" Ignis says in a pleasant tone of voice that Noctis hasn't trusted since he was seven years old.

"Um! Nothing. Nothing worth repeating, anyway, you know." He is looking completely away from them now, an avoidance tactic if Noctis has ever seen one. "Woah, is that really the time? We better get going if we wanna catch that cow before it gets dark!"

He turns toward the car and runs into Gladio's arm instead.

"He suggested that Prompto's talents would be put to better use in different company," Ignis says, his voice carrying clearly over Prompto's whine of 'nooo, Iggy, let it go.' "He said that if Prompto ever got tired of our lifestyle, his door would be open."

Ah, Noctis thinks, followed by, ouch?

"Oh, fuck that guy," Gladio blurts. "Let me go talk to him."

"No!" Prompto clings to his arm, throwing all his weight into keeping Gladio in place. The Shield, who could bench Prom's entire body weight in one hand, lets himself be detained anyway and pretends to be annoyed about it. "Ignis, why are you causing trouble right now?" Prompto says frantically.

"Transparency is important in a relationship," Ignis replies.

"There's transparency and then there's causing trouble. Noct, tell them."

"I think Gladio should go talk to him," Noctis says immediately. But then Prompto looks betrayed, and it makes Noctis feel awful. "Ugh, okay. Okay. We're leaving. Ignis, Gladio, that's an executive order."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" Gladio grumbles.

"Am I-- yes, dude!" Prompto half-laughs nervously. "Very sure!"

"What if I just broke his nose a little?"

"Then that would be treason, I guess, cause Noct just said no."

It's with the standard amount of bickering and noise that they climb into the car, the top rolling up over their heads as it starts to drizzle. Ignis pulls smoothly back onto the cracked asphalt road and reaches over to turn the radio on; a peace offering. From the backseat, Noctis can see the corner of Prompto's smile, framed by a flyaway piece of yellow hair.

They live this way now, but they didn't always. Noctis used to have the run of the whole Citadel, had his own penthouse apartment, grew up dodging banquets and lavish dinners. It's not like he likes sleeping on the ground and having nothing to eat. It's not like he chose to lose his home.

But it could be worse. It's not a bad way to live, just Noctis and the people he loves best and these countless hours together. There's a lot of hard work and sometimes he goes to bed hungry but he knows he'll remember these days forever. He knows he'll miss them.

"Hey," he says, over the quiet sound of rain on the windows and the catchy synth-pop crooning out of the speakers. "Don't ever sell your camera, okay?"

Prompto says, "I mean, I wouldn't ever want to."

"Seriously," Noctis presses. He doesn't want to let it go. It feels important. "Your pictures are-- they mean the world to me, Prom. I can't even tell you."

His friend looks bewildered. He's half-turned in his seat, and his eyes stray to Gladio, then jump to Ignis, then settle back on Noctis. Whatever he's looking for, he seems to find it, because he smiles.

"Okay, weirdo," he says, "one fully-documented roadtrip, coming up. I won't leave anything out."

Noctis is counting on it.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #chocobros #polyship roadtrip #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #noctis lucis caelum #my writing #prompt #owletstarlet #ffxv fic #irrelevant but i listened to willow by twsift on repeat while writing this so thats like. the vibe

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