#with the roles they played in the death of your aunt

[jerreeeeeee]

Balance fic recs

some of my favorite balance fics. various ages, popularities, and lengths. i’ve been wanting to do a rec list for a while!

caramel by nevereverever

The first time Taako is left alone, it isn't pretty. But their lives are stuck in a loop and people come back and die again and again and he wonders if there will ever be a time when he doesn't have to fear being left alone.

2.7k, Taako & Lup Lup dies one cycle and then, years later, she dies again. But she always comes back. Hurt/comfort of the best kind.

Warmth by noxic

"It was a well-known fact among the residents of the Starblaster that Lup, Barry, and Taako slept in the same bed more often than not. It was one of those things that they just did without really talking about it."

2.1k, Barry & Lup & Taako The BLT fic of all time. Quality platonic adult sleepovers.

Taako the Matchmaker by @fantasysamsclub

In which Taako tries to set up his sister. Events take place during Stolen Century.

11.1k, Blupjeans & Taako Taako tries to set up blupjeans. Miscommunication ensues. Very sweet and funny.

red fishing line by @anistarrose

A routine performance of Sizzle it Up goes nightmarishly wrong, and at Lup’s bedside, Taako feels helpless. And when a red-robed guest appears before him, Taako doesn’t know how or what to feel at all.

3k, Barry & Lup & Taako Also the BLT fic of all time. Excellent subtle Taako characterization, and my favorite depiction of the familiarity-but-not of being voidfished. Warning for major character death.

Sunny-Side Up by @barry-j-blupjeans

And the world? The world loved Taako. For once in his gods-damned life, people loved him. They didn’t care about all the flaws, they didn’t care where he came from or who he was before. They loved his food and they loved him. No one would ever quite be at Taako’s level and that was something he thrived on. There would never be anyone who could measure up. Taako deserved this happiness. He worked for it. He wasted his fucking life away for it.

5.7k, Taako A wonderful character study, revolving around the role food plays in Taako's life. Fairly minor but impactful characters like Sazed and Taako's aunt are utilized in a very meaningful way. So well-written and warm. Warning for brief suicidal ideation.

On the Deck of the Starblaster by @papergardener

“What the… what are you all doing? We have work to do!” It’s a justified reaction, Lucretia thinks, to finding your entire crew literally lazing about on deck not an hour into this new cycle. “This one's on me,” Taako says. “It’s a new trend I like to call: taking a fucking break.” Cycle Nintey-Five. Everyone’s maybe not doing so good and could use a little warmth.

6.5k, Lucretia & Taako Near the end of the century, Lucretia is feeling rough. Taako pulls her out of her funk and initiates a much needed rest. Fantastic characterization, of Lucretia as a whole, and the loyal, warm side of Taako. Warning for mentions of a suicide attempt and suicidal ideation.

leaving, as an injustice by @anistarrose

When Mavis is eight, she starts finding her Dad asleep on the couch in the morning. Sometimes, he’s even all the way out on their tiny patio, with his head slumped onto a pillow atop the chess table, and bags beneath his eyes. In one of their following games, he tells her about tactical retreats.

4.7k, Mavis & Merle A study of Mavis and her relationship to Merle. Incredibly insightful into criminally underrated characters. Excellent Merle characterization.

Permission by vaguenotion

She’d been doing this on and off for the last hour, as if daring the men to catch up to them. Daring them to fight her. Every time seemed like a final stand. Here is where I will meet them, her shoulders said, hiked up around her ears. Here is where I’ll make them pay for what they’ve done. But then Taako would grab her hand, and she would turn and see the bruising on his throat, the blood drying on his brow, the tear in his shirt. And she would grip his hand in hers and together they would keep running.

12.6k, Taako & Lup My favorite depiction of the twins as children, both in character and realistic. Beautifully atmospheric, with so many small details that make the setting feel so real. Warning for assault and harm to children.

Come Hell or High Water by @nillial

“Taako,” Hurley asks, “where’s your magic umbrella?” Taako looks behind him. He had tossed the Umbrastaff in the path of a neighboring vehicle, which was beginning to catch up to them. He sees them now, far in the distance, and he sees his Umbrastaff, too, lying dangerously close to its wheels. As if on cue, he watches the tires crush it to pieces. “Whoops,” he says. - Lup is trapped. And then she isn’t. --- In which Taako breaks his umbrella during the Petals to the Metal race, unknowingly freeing Lup, who is almost immediately captured by Kravitz. After becoming a member of the Raven Queen's retinue with Kravitz as her trainer, she has two missions: 1) find her family, and 2) ruin Kravitz's afterlife. A story about enemies becoming friends and lost families finding their way back to one another.

197k (currently), Lup & Kravitz Incredible characterization. I love the way Lup is written. Hilarious shenanigans, sweet friendship-building, and terribly sad sometimes, because it dives deep into the reality of Lup existing in a world that's forgotten her.

Very cold water on a very hot day by @keplercryptids

Sometimes a family is a nerd who can't swim and the crunchy-haired watersport inventor who teaches him how. Surfer lingo required.

3.1k, Barry & Taako Deep dive into the beach year. Excellently in character, well-written dialogue, and a beautiful depiction of their growing friendship.

Children of Atlas by @papergardener

They’ve survived the apocalypse and now as far as they know, they’re the only ones left. Perhaps it was inevitable that they’d consider… repopulation. Lucretia writes up a weekly schedule to try and address that. Absolutely no one is happy with this.

76k (currently), IPRE crew The premise for this one is incredibly offputting, but I'm so glad I gave it a chance. The characterization and quality of writing is absolutely wonderful. I also love the attention to detail of the realistic difficulty of just surviving. Fantastically atmospheric, this fic dives deep into the uncertainty and fear of the first cycle, when the crew are all strangers, and the love that turns them into a family. Warning for extensive discussion of sexual assault.

Emissary Davenport by DragonWrites

A series of stories where Captain Davenport is secretly an emissary of Garl Glittergold, Gnomish god of pranks. And when you're a serious-minded captain on a mission to save all of reality, having a cheerful trickster god as your unexpected patron can get a little strange...

300k, Davenport A series of four works set in an AU where Davenport is an emissary to the leader of the gnomish pantheon. My absolute favorite depiction of Davenport, ever. The first three works are explorations of Davenport as a character and the relationships between people and gods in a DnD world. The last, Lost Gods, is the best fanfiction I've ever read. I can't express how good it is. The attention to detail among myriad plot threads, the building of themes, the characterization across just about every single character in Balance, all come together to create 223k words of a genuine masterpiece.

#apparently theres some kind of comment thing going on and people were making fic rec lists so i wanted to throw my hat in the ring #bc a few of these are very underrated #yes theyre all gen. i don't care for shipping. sorry #mine #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #taz: b #taz fanfic #taz balance fic #fic rec

[gojonanami]

Do u read any manwha if so do u have any recommendations?

alright I was making a list but I can’t find it — so here’s a new one:

The First Night with the Duke (18+, isakei, comedy, romance): this is my favorite only because it’s hilarious. The ML is kinda a yandere but he’s actually not bad and it’s mostly used for comedic effect. FL is a girl who was reincarnated into a side character’s body of her favorite book and she’s just content to live her life because the character she is has a lot of money. she was gonna stay far away from the ML, but ends up getting drunk and sleeping with him. so what happens when he asks her to take responsibility for taking his virginity (and his heart).

The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail (historical / 18+) : read the tw, this probably isn’t for everyone — six year old Ines chooses Carcel to be her husband because of his pretty face. Carcel believes Ines to be deeply in love, but what happens when she finds out he’s cheating and she doesn’t care? (Multiple lives, cheating but kind of understandable(?), black cat x golden retriever)

Going to Bed with My Hater (modern, 18+): this one is so cute — the FL used to be a big fan of the ML, but when he started taking on mediocre roles, she blasts him as a critic. and then she gets drunk ends up sleeping with him, and has to be on a TV show with him. It’s so cute.

How to Survive as a Maid in a Horror Game (horror / comedy / fantasy / romance(?): this is an interesting one. FL is isakei’d into a bad horror game she was playing the night before that’s known for horrible game mechanics that are very punishing. she gets reincarnated as a maid who is a servant to the heir to this important family and seen as a savior — but he’s actually a murderer and the devil.

The Law of Being Friends with a Male (high school romance, cute, fluffy): FL has a crush on her friend, but her friend confesses that he has a crush on another girl. Friend tries to ask her who her crush is and she describes him vaguely and he thinks he knows who it is — and tries to set her up with his best friend, the ML.

my Cocky Neighbor (18+, neighbors to lovers): this one is a little weird and I would say the main gimmick of this manhwa is essentially all but ignored but putting that aside — I think the dynamic between the ML + FL are so cute. ML is basically your basic playboy who is annoying FL with all his noise at night. She goes over to complain, and he basically slams the door in her face. She accidentally curses him and he becomes a dildo…it’s a whole thing.

Marry My Husband (18+, revenge, second chance at life): funny I finished this one right before the drama dropped. FL lived a horrible life with her husband, and then she found out her best friend and husband were having an affair while she was dying of cancer. they end up murdering her and she is sent back in time. she has a second chance and she wants to get revenge on both of them. but she also finds friends and love along the way!

I will make an attempt to change the genre (isakei, romance, comedy, fantasy) — FL is reincarnated into the body of the evil aunt in her favorite novel — an antagonist who is killed off early on for being shitty and money hungry. she decides to be a good aunt to her nephew, who is the main character, and try to change the course of the story — where he ends up alone for most of his life after the death of several characters. FL ends up involved in the story and finding a love interest in the form of the Duke, who is the nephew’s uncle (uncle on his father’s side, FL is aunt on the mother’s side, so they aren’t related).

I thought my time was up (fantasy, romance, curse): FL has a shitty family and is going to die of a rare magical disease of which there is no cure. so she wants to have a boyfriend before she dies — she has strong purification magic so she makes a deal with a Duke that she will purify his cursed body if he dates her (and then they fall in love).

Not Sew Wicked Stepmother (romance, comedy, isakai, fairytale, mentions of SA): a woman is isakai’d into the body of essentially the plot of Snow White — her stepdaughter is about 11 and the stepmother was been treating her badly until she was taken over by the MC. MC just loves the daughter and wants her to be happy. She gives her husband the space he wants and demonstrates that she wants her stepdaughter to be happy and he starts to fall for her.

Honorable Mentions

his family is obsessed with me

I’m stanning the Prince

the evil lady’s hero

#sab speaks #sab [recs] #I may add to this list #sorry it took so long lmao #I kept wanting to add things so I had to stop myself

[bertilak-writes]

Demo Link (Day One)

Play as a powerful witch and talented healer, living in the shadow of your late father’s legacy, and your ‘unique relationship’ with Death himself.

When Death goes missing you have no choice but to track them down, aided by a badgering customer and a responsible Ankou.

Explore a modern magical world, filled with witches, sorcerers, and curses.

Customise your character.

Befriend and ally with a cast of characters, or romance one of three.

Earn magical favour, gain immense power, and free Death (Or don’t).

Inspired by tales like Godfather Death, Aunt Misery, and The Thief and His Master.

Death

The personification of the primordial force of Death. Calm, collected, and increasingly distant despite your previous familial relationship.

The Heir - Linden

Carefree and irresponsible, avoiding the judgment of their mother is almost a full time job. They’re now following you around with an uncharacteristic amount of curiosity, and an odd detachment from the Curse that looms over their head.

The Ankou - Jules

The first person to die in the new year, and therefore tasked with helping Death usher souls to the other side. They’ve taken well to the responsibility of their role, their level headed personality and optimistic nature lending itself well to the nature of the job.

The High Sorceress

Powerful, regal, and scheming. The current leader of the Circle of Sorcerers, a group dedicated to understanding magic.

The Witch King

A thorn in the High Sorceress's side, and an (alleged) threat to the Circle's Authority.

The Oracle

As the primary organiser of the Goblin Market, Crina has made a name for herself with both her impeccable organisation skills and her talent at prophecy.

The Thief - ???

???

#interactive fiction #choicescript #interactive game #info post #deaths apprentice

[leonaluv]

What type of Roles would you play as Actor / Actress?

I was going to do Idol but I'm always curious 🥴 plot I would play in so. Anyways for fun

Four piles ,pick a cards

Choose a photo, words or number ~

Action ,Scene 1 , Cut , Scene 2

Pile one - Action

You're the one to question the system around you.   Look into the dark secrets of your family . Your love interests are normally going to be obsessed  with you or  not, you must focus on love ,more so focus on your character's journey .  Your first few roles , your going to face some criticism, people talking about how you express your facial expressions . People would want to be more emotional.  People like how you express your anger , and make scenes more intense .  Also, people hope to get a glimpse of who you are behind the scenes.  People like seeing you play more villain roles , more you like gambling and hunting down others. 

Cards: Queen , the moon reverse , five wands reverse , and truthseeker 

Characters / Descendants - Mal , disenchantment -Bean,bridgerton story - Queen Charlotte

Pile two: Scene 1

The roles you play , help to show off your sexy side , leaning into being innocent, the plot twist character, telling others to just trust you , while making sure your the one everyone feels comfortable around . Your acting reminds you of Lee Soo Hyuk . Someone that has cool vibes like that. Other roles remind me of mistress.

People perceive you as a good actress/ actor, despite playing the role , turn off the comments on social media. People see you winning awards ,even as a rookie. They see you as someone that has talent to play any role .

Cards: three wands , the fool reverse , angel reverse , and Prince reverse ice disaster

Pile three - cut

Here , the person that can pull off  playing different characters , you know, like Raven Symone, but still it's you , now your grandma , neighbor , aunt etc.  Either that or just like to play different types of characters .

 You have talent already at acting , as some of you all have already acted before in your childhood / teenage years . I guess more aspiring actors / actresses chose this pile . You have a good active imagination that helps you to bring your characters to life more.

 So some roles will be where you marry a famous person / reliving the life of a famous couple. Working in corporate but then you have some type of magical powers. . It starts off ordinary but then turns into something magical for your character when your play.  Playing the role of villain reminds me of strangers from hell.

Pile four- Scene 2

Here , your roles will have you playing someone that either time travels or given a second chance to live.  Going on 17 again type of shows.  You will playing role of sick patients , probably starting out.  Movies that are disasters .Most roles you have to play a younger person and at times you later are the one taking care of kids . Family type of drama. The type of dramas that get pick up from books but different when are screen. Dramas that in up showing more of dark side like winix clubs or new Sabrina show . More of mysterious reboot . People think your acting is new , that you tend to commit yourself very well to your role. Although some think you can be expressionless and a bit just of void like that of the death card.  Some think your bit psycho like the roles you play in film. This the supernatural pile to , where your cast in a lot of horrors , dealing with death , being the role of someone that here to spiritual heal . The roles to have you waiting to be save by someone , so the clumsy hero / heroine . Anime type of heros  role with the orphan card. The 'I die for you' type romance films. Aka till death do us apart . Eternal lovers.

Cards:  father, advocate, angel reverse, damsel reverse, child orphan , child eternal reverse , death

#pac #pick a card #tarot readings #archetypes

[bananadramaaa]

To start off I absolutely love Eden. She is amazing! So, the writer in me has to know your thoughts on these questions if you have thought about them. 

When Philip goes into the Boiling Isles to go after Caleb, does Eden follow him? Or does she stay behind, and then when Philip doesn’t come back, she ends up going in after him? 

What are her thoughts about the Boiling Isles if she goes with Philip? Does she have the same thoughts as Philip, or is she more open to it like Caleb? 

If we're sticking to canon with Philip murdering Caleb, was Eden there when he did, or did he tell her after the fact? What would her thoughts be on Philip creating Grimwalkers of Caleb? Would she go along with Philip, or does she eventually think Philip has gone too far and stops siding with him?  

I've got a few similar questions so I'll put them here all together. First of all, I want to warn you that I didn't plan anything big with Eden, she was basically created for an ask and for fun time sake, so anything here can be considered as nonsense. Notes of a madman. And it'll be a loooong post most likely.

So in one of the previous asks, I've written that I think Eden would be on the Philip's side, when the boy told his sister that their brother was "kidnapped" by Evil Witch. I think Philip and Caleb were pretty young at that time (as far as I can tell from some Hollow Mind paintings) so Eden was even younger. She would believe and follow her older brother without any questions, especially with believes they were taught at that time. She could be scared for sure, so I think Philip could play little trick like "explorer game" to put the kid at ease (and maybe himself too). To conclude: she would follow Philip right away.

Her first thoughts about the Boiling Isles - "Nine Circles of Hell". Especially when you're a little kid. Luz was scared in her first time on the BI, so Eden and Philip would be terrified for sure. I think Evelyn had a chance slowly and carefully introduce Caleb to her home realm. Philip and Eden didn't have a guide to that Reincarnation of the Bosch's Painting. First days, months even, could be a living nightmare and survival of the fittest game. But child's curiosity can do wonders, so I have a feeling that Eden is more open minded than Philip (I mean, in that case, Philip is playing role as the protector, breadwinner, etc.. He's responsible not only for himself, but also for his younger sister, so he wouldn't have much time to appreciate local flora, fauna, and culture).

In situation with Caleb's unfortunate death, Eden could be a part of the "Kill the Witch" plan. I'm sticking to the theory that Philip's original idea was to kill Evelyn, not Caleb. And Caleb rushed to Evelyn's defense and got himself stabbed. Well, going back to the phrase that Eden was a part of the "kill the witch" plan. In one of the Hollow Mind paintings Caleb was introducing Philip to Evelyn, so the same thing but with Eden addition. There could be a plan that Eden plays decoy and distracting Evelyn so Philip could be "the hand of justice" and kill the witch. But again Caleb got on the way and that lead to the final we all know.

With the grimwalkers situation could be really tricky... I think there would be a place to a harsh quarrel between Philip and Eden because of Caleb's death. All the drama you can imagine between siblings. So, from here, they would be separated, would go their own way. Maybe Eden would try to make amends and repent to Evelyn for what she and Philip's done. Let's take a fairy tale situation and imagine that she and Evelyn could, somehow, bury the hatchet. So they buried Caleb, later Eden found out Evelyn was pregnant. Maybe they started living together after, like a really weird family of witch mum, half witch-half human kid & human aunt (that helped to kill kid's father by accident). Eden could have found out about the grimwalkers in two ways in my opinion: to return some time later to her and Philip's lair and find it all there or to meet one of them by chance. But I'm sure she would be horrified.

#hope this makes any sense #ask #toh oc #wittebane brothers

[nerdieforpedro]

Last Line Tag Game

rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Tagged by @tinytinymenace @djarinmuse @chronically-ghosted @pedroshotwifey

So I think I’ll give three last lines, because it’s what I’ve been working on, first up is Din Djarin smut. I was supposed to be writing fluff, between @alltheglitterandtheroar and @megamindsecretlair it changed for the better and teasing is always fun. ☺️

Both arms pull Din’s head to your chest, the sharp inhale of air before he’s buried in your body has you whining. The intensity of just two of this thick fingers have you close to your second orgasm but he removes them, a pop then a second as he mouth part from your nipple. “Taste yourself, then you’ll come twice for me.”

Second is from “This is the Neighboorhood Din” my modern Din AU:

“Dear Lord in heaven I am not dressed or prepared to talk to that sort of man any day.” She muttered as Ms. Harris made her way down the stairs toward her, she hugged her, and her arms wrapped around her as well, eye still lingering on the man sitting on the porch. His sweatpants did not leave much to the imagination. They weren’t tight by any means; one could just trace the lines. Thick thighs and well… heavy in the middle is the most polite way to say it. The only way she can think to describe it while hugging her aunt.

Third, last line from chapter 5 of “The Lake Between Us” (yes I do have future chapters written I planned! Unheard of in Nerdie-land)

“That I did Moonbeam. You should be cautious of my motives, but I can start at the beginning of my troubles for you if you like.” He placed his hand on hers, running up her arm to her shoulder and drew a small circle around her mole. “Be forewarned, the past is neither rosy nor glamorous. It is fraught with hardship, double-crosses and some death.”

Moonbeam grinned, nodding as he spoke, “Sounds like a thriller Ezra. I’m all ears. Add a dash of romance and some mistaken identity and you have yourself a movie marathon.”

“I’m sure you’d be riveted to hear it.”

“That I would.” Moonbeam crosses her legs and leans forward, touching his chin with a finger, “Speak.”

Lastly, I might be trying finish my Dave York series finally. 👀 Or one of them, though I’m not sure all of them are on Tumblr. I think I write too much stuff and it get’s jumbled. This is a softer Dave:

At her core, Kiara felt safe with him. It hurt to admit though she wasn’t exactly sure why, pride maybe? Maybe she wanted to continue to be independent but she hadn’t been for a few months now.

No. Not when she really thought about it.

Her head was leaning against the steering wheel, the nurse had seen his SUV parked in the driveway. Dave pretty much lived with her now, though she didn’t remember giving him a key. He hadn’t needed a key their first night together either.

I’m also working on “Roc & Doc” and crafting the murder mystery since I killed off Rockford’s partner and introduced his brother. What role will his brother play? We’ll see. Also, if you’re going to be a furry for the night, make sure you can in and out of your suit. 😎

Chapter 5 of “Weddings 101 with Dieter” is under way as well. I want a lot to be in it, might be too much. We’ll see how it turns out, also smut because Dieter’s gotta get Maya’s dress off - he did promise her that. 😘 Half-ass and Bridezilla are in full swing!

It’s a lot like always because it’s Nerdie, what else am I supposed to do? Too many ideas, not enough follow-through. I did four instead of three. 😵

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @rhoorl (for the sweatpants) @linzels-blog for Din @inept-the-magnificent @soft-girl-musings @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills @secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @undercoverpena @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @lady-bess @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @gemmahale @laurfilijames @avastrasposts @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @tightjeansjavi @frenchiereading @boliv-jenta @thefrogdalorian @trulybetty @kewwrites @beefrobeefcal @fhatbhabie

And whoever else saw all this and was like, let me do it too! ☺️

#last line tag #last line challenge #last line game #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #dieter bravo #tim rockford #ezra prospect #wips #wip

[misteria247]

Gonna go on a little rant here spoilers below for Black Butler if you haven't caught up story plot wise-

Okay so after finding out Ciel's backstory, like the full backstory and finding out that he's actually the youngest brother out of a set of twins and finding out that he's not even really Ciel Phantomhive rereading the manga from the very beginning puts so many things into a whole new light.

Like Ciel's distaste for touch and shady nobles who are into things like black magic/the occult, and some of the meltdowns he's had like in the Circus arc and in the one German village arc. Or how he knows about the underground auctions involving missing people and children. It all suddenly makes so much sense in a horrifying way but I think that the saddest thing I'm noticing is just how obvious Ciel's reasons were for not telling the truth about his identity.

I'm in the current Jack the Ripper arc and Ciel's talking to his aunt, Madame Red and she confronts him about being the Watchdog of the Queen and she brings up what she believes to be his possible reasonings for taking up the position that once belonged to his father.

And throughout this entire speech not once does she ever hint at him specifically. Or rather who Ciel originally was before that horrific night on he and the actual Ciel's birthday. She mentions his parents, she mentions herself and his fiancee Elizabeth. But never once does she mention him. It's like Ciel (the younger twin we all personally know), never existed at all. Like as soon as he supposedly died in the fire that consumed the Phantomhive manor, it was like his very existence vanished into the void. The youngest twin forgotten about by the people who were supposed to love him unconditionally, just as they loved his older brother. Rereading this and remembering Ciel's internal dilemma about how he'd let his family know of his older brother's death and how he'd been legitimately scared by the knowledge that his family wouldn't want him back but rather Ciel instead, just makes this whole situation absolutely heartbreaking.

I mean can you imagine how he feels? How much that must actually hurt, hearing your loved ones praise you and tell you that they've wanted to protect you from the moment you were born, because they're under the impression that you're actually your dead older brother?? How much that hurts, knowing that if you'd returned as yourself that your loved ones would possibly come to resent you and your presence??? That every moment of every single day, you're reminded that the old you, the real you wasn't as loved and treasured as the you you're playing the role as now. Because the old you, was nothing more than the spare.

Like Jesus it's no damn wonder that Ciel never said a God damn thing about what had actually happened that night. Because how can you when you're constantly reminded in some way, shape or form that you will never be as wanted as your older brother.

Just, God damn Yana, you really know how to ruin people's hearts huh?

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler manga #black butler anime #kuroshitsuji manga #kuroshitsuji anime #black butler spoilers #kuroshitsuji spoilers #yana toboso #ciel phantomhive #madame red #black butler ciel #kuroshitsuji ciel #black butler madame red #kuroshitsuji madame red #this is honestly incredibly sad now knowing what I know good God can't this boy ever catch a God damn break???? #edit: adding onto this cuz people are apparently taking this in a weird way #(this is just my personal opinion please don't go for my throat)

[hellowhisperingstars]

The Boogeyman

Summary: You’re Joseph Quinn’s girlfriend and the lead in the new Duffer Brothers horror movie. He comes to surprise you on set after months of video calls.

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Actress/GF!Reader

Words: 1443

Warnings: RPF, Duffer level gore, Fluff, The Boogeyman

A/N: This story has nothing to do with the new movie that is coming out. This is one of two one shots that I wrote for Joe. Please let me know what you think!

You can find more of my stories on my Stranger Things Masterlist!

Or read this story on AO3!

Joe smiled as he watched you on the monitors from the directors tent as you laughed with your young co-star, Grace, who played your daughter. He was hiding from you since this was a technical scene and he didn't want you to be distracted by his presence. He had flown in yesterday, with permission from the Duffers, to the south of France so he could surprise you on set of their new horror movie. 

The movie was about a young mother named Bliss who inherited an old château after the death of a great aunt she never knew. Your character was adopted by a loving family in America after her parents died and she grew up knowing nothing of her biological family. Bliss, her daughter, Hailey, and Bliss' older adopted brother Marcus all came to the south of France to clean and sell the house, not realizing the house holds a creature known only as the Boogeyman until he starts to terrorize them.

It's been a long couple of months but from the video calls you've done he can see that you've been having a blast filming. He was glad he had convinced you to audition for the role, and had even helped you film your tapes. So when your agent called on behalf of the Duffers for the main character he pushed you to take the role, after seeing how much fun he had on the set of Stranger Things you were biting for the chance to work with the brothers. He remembered when he had to calm you one night before filming had even started.

You were excited and nervous as the time for filming drew closer. "Is this a good idea babe?" You asked as you packed your bags a week before the filming began.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Joe asked, folding a shirt for you as he sat on the bed you shared in your London flat, watching you as you paced from the closet to the bed with a few more shirts. 

"It's just I'll be gone for months. You'll be all alone here and I'm going to miss you." You said with a pout as you dropped the clothes on the bed when he pulled you between his legs with his hands on your waist giving you a gentle shake.

"I know love. I'll miss you too, but this is a big opportunity for you and I would hate for you to pass on this and regret it later in your career." Joe smiled up at you, his chin on your stomach. "Besides it's not like we'll never see each other, we'll FaceTime just like we did when I was in Atlanta."

"That's true. We'll be okay. Won't we?" 

"We'll be okay." Joe said with a nod. Letting your waist go he reached up, placing a hand on the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. "Everything will be fine my love." 

And he was right. You had made so many great friends and memories on this set, calling Joe every night when you got in bed to tell him all about it. The Duffers didn't disappoint with this film and you were even more excited for when the world got to see it. 

"Joe! You made it!" Matt Duffer said as he walked into the tent clapping Joe on the shoulder while they shook hands. 

"I did! How've you been, mate?" 

"Just great! Your girl is a dream to work with! Thank you for convincing her to do this!" 

"I knew she'd be perfect for it!" Joe smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest as pride swelled in him as he turned back to look at you on the monitors. Even when you were covered in fake blood and bruises you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. 

"Alright," Matt said as he took his seat and put on his headphones, grabbing the microphone and getting ready for filming to start. "Can we clear the set please? Everyone to their places." 

Joe sat in the available chair as he watched you jog down the opulent hallway away from the little girl and grabbed the prop gas can that sat on the floor. It was a large pyrotechnic scene so everything had to be perfect. Giving a thumbs up to the camera you smiled as you got into character. 

"Cameras rolling and action!" 

Bliss moved quickly as she poured the gas from the can down the hallway towards her daughter, tossing it to the side when it was empty and ran to the little girl grabbing her in her arms and pulling her up so she sat in her left hip while she shoved her hand into her right pocket to grab the zippo lighter.

"Mommy!" Hailey screamed pointing down the hallway as the Boogeyman appeared where Bliss had just been. 

"He can't hurt you." Her mother said as she flicked the lighter open expertly on her thigh watching as the flame burst to life. Holding it out in front of her she breathed heavily as she glared at the monster in front of her. 

The inhuman wail that sounded from the beast made her flinch as she gripped the lighter tightly.

"What do we say to the Boogeyman baby?"

"I'm not afraid of you!" Hailey yelled as her mother dropped the zippo, turning away clutching the girl for dear life and running out of the house as the gas caught flame and the hallway went up in an inferno. 

The Boogeyman wailed again rushing down the hallway towards them as it caught fire. 

"Cut! That was perfect!" Matt yelled as he watched the stuntman in the Boogeyman costume be put out with fire extinguishers by his fellow stuntmen. Getting the thumbs up he was waiting for, confirming the stuntman was okay he looked over at the others in the tent. "Check the gate." 

They waited a few more minutes before it was declared a successful shot and the day was called a wrap. 

Joe clapped with everyone else as he watched you high fived Grace, gave her a hug, and a wave as she walked away with her mother for a good night's rest. Grabbing the water bottle you usually use he said a quick goodbye to Matt and made his way towards you as you searched for the wayward bottle by your chair. He convinced your assistant to give it to him before filming that last shot so he could surprise you. 

"Where the hell did it go?" You muttered as you searched your chair and bag for it. You just wanted to get to the apartment you were renting and shower before you called Joe.

"Looking for something, my love?" He asked as he got close enough to you holding it up for you to see when you looked at him. 

"My water bottle.." You said still searching your bag for a moment before his voice registered. Your head snapped up looking at him with wide eyes as you let out a shocked gasp. "Joey!!" 

He quickly placed your bottle on your chair and grabbed your waist with a laugh as you launched yourself at him. Hugging you to him tightly as he felt you start to cry. "Shh, it's okay love. Why are you crying?"

Holding on to him like a koala you buried your makeup caked face into the side of his neck as you cried. "I'm ju-just s-so happy to s-see you."

"I've missed you," Joe said, kissing the crown of your head. 

"I've missed you so much." You said pulling back so you could look him in the eye. Wiping under your eyes you blinked at the makeup on your hands. "Oh shit I'm all gross and I got you all gross. This fake blood will ruin your shirt."

"I'll buy a new shirt, love." He smiled, running a hand up and down your spine. Bending down a bit he brought his lips to yours giving you the first kiss you've shared in months. Breaking away he moved his hands to cup your face and rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks. "What do you say to a hot shower and some dinner?"

"Yes, please." You nod as you move away to grab your bag and the no longer missing water bottle before you grab his hand leading him towards the hair and makeup trailer to remove the wig you had on. "I'm starving. Oh! I can't wait for you to see the apartment!" 

"I can't wait to get you into that bed." He laughed following you with a squeeze to your hand. 

"Oh my god!"

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #chocolate button eyes

[hobiebrownismygod]

I see that you want questions about Pavitr too, so! I have an idea and I want to hear someone else's opinion about it.

Doesn't it feel like Pavitr's sub-plot in the film is the most…in line(?) with the "original settings" of Spider-Man (a.k.a. Peter Parker) plot among all the other characters? And not in the best sense of the word. Look: Gayatri OBVIOUSLY plays the role of Gwen Stacy (all that's "fall > rescue by web(successful)" thing). but that's, like…literally her whole character. She almost does not have any lines that reflect her personality? Same with Inspector Singh. Like…I feel that Spot's quantum hole for Pavitr is analogue to the death of Uncle Ben (not literally, but in terms of the level of influence on changes views?) for young Peter Parker. And this is…somehow pretty sad if you know what Pavitr himself thought in the comics about his similarities and differences with Peter-616.

This is actually really interesting and I never looked that deeply into it. I actually agree with what you said to some extent though.

Gayatri is obviously Pavitr’s Gwen Stacy and we can easily assume that one of his canon events is going to be her falling and dying. The bus scene mirrors Gwen Stacy’s fall in TASM really well. It’s the same with Inspector Singh who’s basically an exact replica of the original Captain Stacy. These two aspects connect with the original Peter Parker’s storyline really well compared to the other variants like Hobie and Gwen who aren’t very similar in storyline terms.

However, I don’t think Spot’s quantum hole is Pavitr’s “Uncle Ben” canon event. In the comics, we know Pavitr’s Uncle Bhim dies in a similar way to how Uncle Ben does. I personally think that ATSV Pavitr also had an Uncle Bhim who died and that he already experienced that canon event. I think the Spot hole wasn’t supposed to happen to him so it doesn’t really connect to the Spider-man storyline. Its an anomaly occurrence. Now could it lead to a canon event happening? Yes, but I don't believe it in itself is a canon event or a version of a canon event.

Now one could argue that because he isn’t as “depressed” as the other spidermen, he hasn’t experienced his canon events yet and therefore didn't lose his Uncle Bhim/Ben, however this isn’t really accurate because we know that Spiderman doesn’t really “snap” until his next canon events like Gwen Stacy, the Police Captain, Aunt May, or Venom.

For example, Andrew Garfield’s Spider-man said he stopped pulling his punches after Gwen’s death. Tom Holland’s Spider-man stopped pulling his punches after Aunt May’s death. Pavitr’s Uncle Bhim/Ben dying wouldn’t have changed his personality, besides giving him a bit of trauma, just like for the other Spider-men.

OVERALL, anon, I think your idea is really interesting and I would love to hear more about it, and I do also see the connection between Pavitr and the original Peter Parker. However, I don't think the Spot hole was supposed to happen to him, and I think it'll change his storyline as Spider-man, not add to it.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #beyond the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #indian spiderman #spiderman india #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman fanart #miles morales #spider verse #gwen stacy #gayatri singh #police inspector singh #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man across the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spider man #into the spider verse #atsv pavitr #spiderverse pavitr #earth 50101 #pavitr my beloved #canon events #pavitr headcanons #pavitr headcanon

[diamondpython00]

I was watching videos on Psychonauts 2, specifically on the imagery and meaning behind Hollis’ mind, when I had an interesting realization: a lot of the characters in both Psychonauts games have family-related problems.

Oleander’s initial levels (the brain tumbler experiment and basic braining) don’t have much beyond initial foreshadowing for plot reasons, but meat circus is such a colossal mess of daddy issues that i think it makes up for it

Sasha’s main problems are the death of his mother and the memories of her he collected from his dad’s mind that freaked him out (nooo little german boy don’t use your psychic abilities to read your father’s mind)

Milla’s trauma has to do with her relationship to the children at her orphanage and her failure to protect them, something that while she has moved past, definitely still hurts her. She’s still working as a caretaker of some kind though, and it’s clear that she’s not eager to repeat that mistake.

Gloria was pretty seriously messed up by her mother’s emotional neglect and high expectations, her treatment at the boarding school, and her deadbeat dad. This trauma is only compounded with her mother’s suicide, which starts her downward spiral.

Fred’s problems have to do with his family legacy, literally being constantly berated in his mind by the image of his ancestor. To Fred, he’s failed at being a Bonaparte, and his ancestor has come back from the dead to express his displeasure.

Lili and Raz both have fairly complicated relationships with their fathers - Raz views Augustus as constantly pushing him in acrobatics and outright denying him his interests, while Lili has had to grow up a little too fast thanks to how busy her father is, and expresses some of that frustration with a tough front.

Loboto. (i don’t think i really need to say more. yikes doesn’t even begin to cover it)

Although Hollis’ family is notably absent from her mind, some dialogue from her and her mind’s NPCs implies a very fraught relationship with her parents. She acknowledges to Raz that “family is horrible”, and the maternity ward patients in her mind all express very bad reasons to have kids, ranging from using children as a proxy to having kids because your partner wants them. Couple that with the absence of her parents from her entire mind, and... well, it doesn’t paint a pretty picture.

Compton’s issues aren’t exactly related to his family, but they ARE hereditary. All three Booles in both games have both a connection with animals and some blastokinesis, although most of the issues seem to have skipped Sam. Dogen especially is very similar to Compton - both are socially anxious, get overwhelmed by their telepathy, and accidentally blow up heads when they get overwhelmed. It’s not hard to imagine that Compton’s parenting or influence may have had something to do with Dogen’s issues.

Ford doesn’t exactly have family issues, but boy howdy did he sure cause some.

The seed (heh) of Bob’s alcoholism seems to be related to his aunt’s alcoholism and death. His aunt dealt with her problems by drinking them away in her greenhouse, and now that Bob has gone through very similar loss, he uses the same coping mechanism - drown your issues under a lot of alcohol.

Gristol’s main problem is his overwhelming sense of entitlement, but his father plays a very significant role in his worldview. From Gristol’s perspective, his father ruined the inheritance Gristol was owed, and failed both Maligula and the country with his rule. Gristol believes he is entitled to rule of Grulovia thanks to his father, but also deeply resents him for his failures and is driven by the need to set right what he thought his father did wrong.

Nona, or Lucrecia Mux, had most of her issues brought on by the accidental killing of her sister and the false familial relationship she was deluded into believing was real her whole life. Although Maligula is the manifestation of her problems, Maligula very clearly would not exist if it weren’t for Marona’s death.

And these are just the people who’s minds we explore in some sense or another. There is the exception of Boyd, Edgar, and Helmut, but I’ll address that a bit later. None of the campers or the interns mention much about their family, but we can also infer from the way Loboto was treated that psychics are not exactly looked upon favorably. While certainly not all of the campers or interns have bad relationships with their parents, it is interesting that there is no mention that I can remember of a good parental relationship anywhere in either game. It’s either a bad relationship or it goes unmentioned (like Edgar, Boyd, and Helmut). While I can’t say definitively what this theme of complicated or bad familial relationships is intended to mean, there are a couple theories I have. It could be that Psychonauts is trying to tell us that mental illness is often a result of environment - children raised in non-loving environments rarely escape unscathed, and dealing with those issues often involves confronting that familial relationship. It could be that leaving your family trauma unresolved is very unhealthy: the only families we see recover from these issues, the Aquatos and the Zanottos, do so through honest communication. It could be that blood family does not obligate love, and that chosen families (like the psychic six or nona and augustus) are better because they actively choose to love each other. It could even be something completely unrelated that I haven’t thought of. But what I am pretty sure of is that Psychonauts 1 and 2 are definitely trying to tell us something with the family theme. What do you guys think? Is there something to this?

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts razputin #razputin aquato #lili zanotto #coach oleander #sasha nein #milla vodello #caligosto loboto #gloria von gouton #fred bonaparte #psychonauts spoilers #i mean this could also just be me projecting #i like thinking about family and familial relationships in media #they fascinate me #a character says my father was never present in my life and i am immeidately hooked #yes pls tell me more about your fraught relationship with your father #as they lie down on my therapist’s couch and i click my pen ready to take notes #i mean it could also be just that familial relationships make for great drama #but i think its way more interesting to overanalyze it

[iamademigodandwizard]

Can I have some Regulus headcanons pls!!

Also quite interested to know your thoughts of Regulus' relationship with everyone (his brother cousins, uncle, aunt, parents)

Special emphasis on Narcissa and Sirius' relationship with Reg, if it's not too much of a bother

Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ofc you can thanks for the ask!

Reggie headcannons (these are all just my headcannons feel free to disagree)

He played the violin

Before Sirius was sorted into gryffindor regulus wasn’t the favourite child (cause Wally viewed him as weak while she viewed sirius as strong)

right after sirius ran away Walburga wanted him to get the dark mark but Orion vetoed that decision until he was 16

Regulus didn’t want to be a death eater, he wanted to be just like Sirius who was his hero, role model, and overall favourite person on the earth

before Sirius left Reggie begged to stay, saying he couldn’t this without him

Regulus loved animals, especially cats, if he found a wounded animal at home he would bring it to kreacher so kreacher could help it

as for relationships

Sirius and Regulus were very close when they were children but when Sirius went off to Hogwarts he never sent 1 letter to regulus because he was too busy with his new friends

Regulus write to Sirius but sirius never wrote back

after Andy and Sirius leave I imagine Cissy and Reggie to be closer because they both felt the pain of losing a siblings

but before they left I don’t think Reggie and cissy were that close because of my imagined age difference (Cissy born in 1955 Reggie born in 1961)

but I do think that Narcissa and regulus cared a lot about each other

As for Bellatrix and Andromeda I imagine them as really close before andy left and again with the age difference I don’t they would be extremely close but they would definitely care about each other

Small little Reggie funeral headcannon

at Reggie’s funeral Orion and Cygnus were carrying the coffin, Walburga and druella were alarming next to each other, but the cousin were walking hand in hand Cissy and Siri crying on each other’s shoulders andromeda crying with them and maybe Bella even shedding a few tears

#the most noble and ancient house of black #andromeda black #bellatrix black #black sisters #narcissa black #sirius black #regulus black #the black sisters #black family #black brothers

[prettyboisteveharrington]

Whatever happens I’ll leave it all to chance

 Steve Harrinngton x Fem!Reader

Plot: You are hit by Vecna’s curse and it makes you rethink everything including your relationship with Steve.

7.1k - possibly my longest fic to date. been writing this for daaays so any feedback is highly appreciated. Suvivers guilt. Heavy mentions of death. Mentions of blood and self blame - If this triggers you please be cautious as you are reading this or if you want to skip this all together I completely understand. Also let’s pretend ‘the show must go on‘ by Queen is from 1986 even though it’s from 1991.

@writeroutoftime

You had always had to be the strong one. Growing up you had been the youngest, but  you had always had to look after everyone. When you got involved with Dustin and his friends and the upside down it had been no different. You had taken on a parental role. You would offer the kids rides to their DND games, you would offer to drive Steve to work but he always refused and drove you around. You really were co parenting the kids though at fifteen years old they were not exactly kids anymore.

You had been having recurring nightmares for the last while that you had lost track of when they had actually started. They were so grim that at times they left you completely winded. Other times you were screaming so badly that your aunt had to wake you up. She had to reassure you that you were okay. That you had made it out alive.

‘Why are you nervous?’ Steve asked and looked  over at you and gave you a worried look, he could sense something was off.  Damn that boy could read you like an open book at this point.

��It’s stupid I know! But I want to do well. I  mean it’s just book club. It’s not like I’m trying to join the cheer squad or  like chase popularity or something ’ you muttered as you fixed your perm in  your contact mirror.

‘What Would be wrong with you joining the cheer  squad?’ Steve asked his eyebrows raised at you.

‘Really Harrington? I don’t exactly look the  part’ you added and pointed to your overall appearance, you weren’t exactly the cheerleading type.

‘I think you would make a great cheer leader with the whole ‘go Hawkins go!’ Steve said and waved his imaginary  pom-pom  around in the car causing you to crack a smile.

You went to fix your makeup next, you noticed the  bags under your eyes and shuddered. Today would be a looong day.

‘My point is that you got this!’ Steve said

‘I haven’t slept much and my presentation is up.  I’ve never felt so nervous’ you admit and start examining your face to make sure your makeup is perfect. The bags under your eyes was at least somewhat  hidden.

Steve looks at you through for a moment. It’s was just you and him in the car today as  Robin had gone in early to spend time at band practice and with Vickie.

‘Are you having nightmares again ?’ Steve asked  you out of the blue which catches you off guard. You had briefly mentioned the nightmares to Steve and Steve knew about why you moved to Hawkins years ago. To be honest everyone knew.

In the begining there had been a lot of words  thrown your way including freak, outcast, loser. All the names made you roll your eyes more than anything else, it just showed you that people had no  creative skills. 

You nod. Words feel heavy in your chest. The  guilt you feel is sometimes  unreal. The amount of times the accident plays through your head like a never ending loop is unbearable sometimes.

Steve reaches over and squeeze your hand which  causes you to look at him. There’s a tenderness to his gaze that lingers and  touches your heart, even after everything  you had been through together, the amount of  times you bicker or argue he still cares deeply for you and you care as deeply for him.

He’s one of the few people who can break through  your tough exterior and make your heart soften. You suppose it’s because you  almost spend every day with him and because you trust him with your entire being. It’s also because Steve is so pure of heart. The feelings you have for  him now is a complete one eighty from what you felt when you first saw him. Oh how wrong you had been about him.

You  remember when you had first moved to Hawkins at fifteen how you had moved for a new change and how on your first day of school how people had already  labeled you a freak. You had shrugged it and not given it any thought, you  had just kept to yourself. You remember seeing Steve for the first time in his golden boy persona and you remember how you had disliked his guts, hated was too strong a word but you had strongly disliked him. His stupid hair, him  being conveniently attractive, his wealth, his character and you had  done a one eighty after you had gotten to know his over last year in the summer as you had both worked at Scoops Ahoy. After he had gotten his ass kicked by Russians your perception of him had  changed, especially with the way he had tried to protect all of you, even you even though you and Steve were not close in the slightest. Hell you were sure Steve saw you as a nuisance more than  anything else and he had still stuck his neck out for you, Steve wasn’t the same Steve as the Steve you had met at Hawkins. The more you got to know him the more you adored him and that was beginning to be a fucking problem. You would always vent to Eddie after a DnD session.

You took the beer from Eds and took a big  sip.

‘ I swear to god Eds. It’s getting harder and  harder to pretend to be happy for him when he goes on yet another date with  yet another girl’ you sighed hopelessly looking somberly into the beer bottle  as you moved the liquid inside the bottle around with your hand.

‘you know there’s like a super simple  solution to your problem’ Eddie added and raised his eyebrows at you.

‘don’t  start Eds. Don’t you dare’ you warned him  and looked up to glare at him.

‘you could just I don’t know! tell him that  you dig him’ Eddie shrugged as if it was that simple.

‘it’s not that simple. He’s out there serial  dating women who are nothing like me. They don’t look like me. Or act like  me’ you sighed in frustration.

‘ how exactly is that a bad thing? ’Eddie  asked not understanding what the problem was.

‘because he obviously have a type. That type  being girls like Nancy wheeler. Or even popular girls. Not once have I seen  him with anyone more alternative. To be honest I think he is serial dating  because he still carries a tourch for Nancy.’

‘ y/n you are a total babe and if Steve  Harrington cannot see that he is visually impaired. I don’t get why you have  the hots for him anyway. It’s Steve fucking Harrington! he’s a total douche!’  Eddie protested in annoyance

‘he is not a douche. At least not anymore  Eds. I noticed a remarkable change in him last summer when we worked at  Scoops Ahoy’ you reassured Eddie but he did not believe you.

You shook  your head at yourself. You needed to tell him or move on.

‘I’m okay’ you added earnestly as Steve is still  holding your hand. Steve didn’t quite believe you but you could  live with that.

As he parks the car and you unbuckle your seat  belt the two of you share a look between you. The tension is a little thick  between you and Steve as he radiates with worry. He squeezes your hand one  last time for good measure before letting go.

‘Knock ‘em dead Kid’ Steve adds and once again  reminds you that your presentation is today.

You laugh a little and  offer him an aye aye captain salute before getting out of the car and walking  into the school.

After school you are doing your shift at the family video store and at one point during your shift you feel something run down your nose and land on the counter. Blood. Your nose was bleeding. You touch your nose gently with your hand and look at the blood on your finger tips puzzled. You hadn’t had a nose bleed since you were twelve.  Steve rushes over to you.

‘y/n are you okay?’ Steve asked you. It was obvious that he was worried about you. He examined your face as if he was looking for any sign of a threat.

You nodded

‘yeah it’s just a nose bleed I’m okay’ you confirm not wanting to worry him.

You don’t tell him that the lack of sleep worries you or that you haven’t had a nosebleed in years, as you don’t want to worry him. It is your job to look out for him, Robin and the kids and not the other way around, you have to be strong for them.

You go over to wipe your nose before you continued to work your shift.

Something was happening in Hawkins again. You weren’t sure what it was. But it was dangerous. It was bad enough for Nancy to go follow her instinct. Steve was trying to stop her from going alone.  You notice how quick Steve is to  throw his keys to you, you barely caught them and swayed a little. Something was off with you. This didn’t feel normal. You didn’t mention anything though as you didn’t want to worry your friends. You also notice how badly Steve wants to protect Nancy and it hurts. It burns knowing that even after all this time he probably still has a thing for her. You wish it was you. Robin bless her heart notices and takes the keys from you and she hands them back to Steve before going with Nancy and they go  to follow Nancy’s clue while Steve, Dustin, you and Max went to Ms. Kelly’s house so that Max could get some answers out of Ms. Kelly. As Max went inside Steve made some sort of comment and Dustin gave him a snarky remark. Usually this would have made you laugh or offer a sarcastic comment back but you were too wrapped up in your thoughts to pay them any attention. After you stayed uncharacteristically silent Steve turned around and looked at you.

‘y/n!’ Steve exclaimed in a worried tone of voice as he looks at you up and down.

‘huh?’ you asked confused and saw Dustin and Steve shoot each other worried looks.

‘are you still thinking about the nightmares?’ Steve asks you concerned, you consider lying for a brief second but know he wouldn’t by it even for a second.

‘yeah, I’m feeling very worn out lately because of them. I probably just need an early night tonight’ you say and it’s partially true but you are worried it’s more significant than that but you just can’t put your finger on it.

Steve shoot you another worried look. You feel bad. You don’t want him to fuss over you. Steve doesn’t push the issue. You can tell that this will be a conversation for a later time. Max rushes out to the car and urges  Steve to drive off and he drives off towards the school.

Steve, Max, Dustin and yourself break into the school to go through Chrissy’s files. Past trauma, terrible nightmares, difficulty breathing, Headaches.

Your breath catches in your throat.

‘can I – can I see Fred’s file please?’ you ask Steve softly and looks at him. He nods and hands it to you before squeezing your shoulder in reassurance as he can sense that you aren’t your usual self.

As you look through his file you see that  his symptoms are the seáme as Chrissy’s a, the same as yours. nose bleeds. Constant nightmares. Past trauma.

You think about your nosebleed the other day. About the nightmares that keeps you from sleeping and how  you have been thinking about your family members tragic passing more than usual lately and the amount of blame you felt because of the accident.

‘y/nnnnn’ a voice called you and you start to hear a loud ticking noise that you follow into the hallway.  You notice that there is a big grandfather clock ticking at the end of the hallway  and your blood runs cold. This is not good.

Steve starts to shake you and call out your name.

‘Y/N!’

‘She’s in a trance like Chrissy was!’ Dustin exclaims

‘Y/N!’ Steve repeats and shake you a bit more roughly this time which cause You  to look at him and  and you urge Steve, Max and Dustin to follow you outside in the hallway. Everyone follows  you but looks at you distressed.

‘there was a grandfather clock right there !’ you exclaim in frustration. It had been there just a minute ago.

After a good while both Nancy and Robin met Steve, Dustin, Max and you at the school.

‘Fred and Chrissy both went to see Ms. Kelly, they both had the same symptoms, horrible headaches, followed by nightmares, nosebleeds, sleeping problems that caused them to  wake up covered in cold sweat and then the hallucinations based on their past traumas and the visions worsened until they. Until they -’ you said out of breath your face blank

Steve looks at you concerned and you shared a look between the two of you. His face fell, iit made your heart ache and you found it hard to look at him.

‘Vecna’s curse ’ Robin confirms fearfully and you nod. You are unable to do much as you know your time is coming.

‘Chrissy’s nightmares started a week ago, Fred’s started six days ago and I’ve been having nightmares for the last few days, so I don’t know how long I have but  my time is nearing. Fred and Chrissy both died less than a day after their first hallucination and I’ve just seen that goddamn clock so which means my last day is tomorrow’ you add shakily and Steve goes over to hold you in his arms, you burry your head in his chest and he strokes your back in soothing circles. Your embrace is short lived as there’s a noise in the hall.

Steve goes to check out the noise with a lamp held in his hand for protection a part of you swoons at the sight as even in uncertain danger Steve still has everyone’s backs. You are right there beside him. Nancy, Robin, Dustin and Max follow him outside the hallway before everyone jumps before you all noticed that it is just Lucas in the hallway.  It scares you all shitless none the less.

As soon as everyone got to the Wheeler house everyone divided up into groups, Nancy and Robin went upstairs, Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max were talking and you were pacing around the room. You always thought you would have had more time which was ironic given the fact that you survived that freak accident.

You had been twelve years old, your parents had taken you and your twin sister to see your aunt for Christmas. You were in the backseat of the car next to your twin sister. It was very icy and windy outside and your parents were arguing in the car and they were not paying attention to where they were going.

There had been a car on the other side of the road, the car you and your family was in had been sliding on the road, your dad had noticed the other car and turned the steering wheel the other way only for the car to slide straight into a massive tree. You remember that you looked over at your sister who was having trouble breathing, her face was bloody and full of cuts. You remember that you reached out for her hand and she squeezed it. You passed out after that.

You had woken up in the hospital to the sound of your aunt talking to a doctor.

Your parents had both died on impact but your sister had struggled to breathe as she had been stuck because of the seatbelt. You had been the only survivor, you had a severe concussion and deep cuts into your skin and bruises but you were the only one who made it out alive.

You hadn’t noticed that Steve had approached you.

‘y/n’ he said your name so softly that it made you look up at him and you had stopped pacing for a minute. You  looked at him and he sensed the fear coming of off you in waves.

‘we have got your back. We will figure it out okay? together’ Steve said and you nodded but your face was blank. Emotionless.

Steve pulled you into a bone crushing hug, he buried his head in your hair. You hugged him back just as fiercely. You never wanted to let him go. Eventually he let you go and sat down on the couch with Dustin, Lucas and Max.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him but you thought your time was pretty much up if anything you should have died in that freak car accident like your parents and sister. You had no idea why you had survived in the first place like what made you so goddamn special.

You sat down next to the desk and wrote some letters. If your time really was up you wanted to make sure that you said goodbye to your Aunty, Eddie, Robin, Steve and the kids who weren’t kids anymore. If anything you were relieved that you were the one going through this and not the kids, Eddie, Robin or Steve. You had spent the last year protecting them all minus Eddie and you would do that till your dying breath. They were your chosen family and you would do anything for them.

You could feel everyone’s gazes on you as you were writing which you ignored. Once you finished the letters you put them in your bag before getting up.

You walked over and grabbed the walkie. ‘will this reach Pennhurst if we are further away than Wheeler’s basement?’ you asked Dustin

‘of course’ Dustin reassured you and gave you a sympathetic look.

‘wait hold on! what are you talking about?’ Steve asked you visibly confused.

You gave him a look as if to get him to understand that you needed to do stuff before your world ended. Words were too much right now. Everything felt too heavy.

‘nuh uh. No. no. no!’ Steve added and shook his head before he crossed his arms over his torso.

You sighed before you took the Walkie in your bag and headed up the stairs and out of Nancy Wheelers house. Steve was hot on your heals with Dustin, Lucas and Max following a bit further behind him.

‘y/n! y/n! I’m not taking you anywhere!’

You ignored him and kept walking.

‘I’m not spending my last twenty four hours stuck in Nancy Wheelers joke of a basement! I’m claustrophobic! You can either drive me to the places I need to go or I will drive there myself’ you said stubbornly and kept on walking.

Steve caught up with you and stood in front of you blocking your way with his hands on his hips like he was scolding a child and his face was inches away from yours.

‘ God y/n! why are you always so goddamn stubborn?’ he added his voice laced with frustration

‘are you really going to deny a dying women her last wishes? ’ you shot back at him mimicking your arms crossed over your chest.

Steve looked taken back like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. You felt guilty and was about to apologize but Steve started talking.

‘you cannot be serious! You have to be out of your goddamn mind!’  

‘Steve please’ You added defeated and reached over and squeezed his shoulder gently. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, the ones he could never deny. They were your ultimate secret weapon.

‘ugh fine! Henderson that super walkie of yours better reach Pennhurst’ Steve added thowing his hands in the air in frustration before he unlocked the car and you all got into it and buckled up your seatbeat.

The sound of the grandfather clock was ringing in your ears causing you to look out of the window with a knot in your stomach. You wondered how much time you really had left.

The first stop on your list was your house. Steve parked the car outside your house and you unbuckled your seatbelt and you opened the door.

‘be quick y/n’ Steve added with a level of worry to his tone of voice. His hand grabbed yours gently and he held it for a minute tracing circles in your palm before he let go. You looked at him and nodded.

‘I’ll be back in two minutes’ you added as you left Steve’s car and walked up to the house.

‘y/n?’ Steve called out through the car window you turned around and looked at him.

‘be careful?’

You gave him a small salute in understanding before going into the house.  You knew your aunt wasn’t home, she was at work so you went into her bedroom and put the letter you had for her on the dresser next to her bed.

You spotted a picture of you and your sister on the dresser and picked it up with shaky hands. You looked at it with great remorse. You had been the younger one of the two of you by a few minutes which had been a fact your sister never made you forget. You had been undeniably close and life without her was weird, it didn’t feel right.

You caressed her face and your eyes teared up slightly.  The picture had been taken at one of your family gatherings. The room started to darken and it became cold and breezy, You started to hear that goddamn grandfather clock again and you looked around.

‘y/n. you  think a letter is going to fix what you did?’

‘you caused it. And now you must pay the ultimate price’

You saw a hallucination of your sister in the car, she was bloody and having trouble breathing

‘NO!’ you screamed as you dropped the picture with a loud crash on the floor which caused you to snap out of it and you ran outside of the house and wiped your face in the sleeve of your shirt.

‘y/n! are you okay!’ Steve exclaimed

You walked over to the car, got in the passenger seat and put your seat beat on.

‘I’m fine. Just drive please’ you said it was clear that you were absolutely drained and exhausted.

‘y/n’

‘please Steve’

Steve sighed and started to drive off. You were avoiding everyone’s gazes as Steve drove you to the next spot on your list.

‘to the left here’

‘are you sure? Really y/n here?’ Steve asked you with a dreadful tone to his voice.

‘yeah here’

Steve had driven you to the very same tree where your family had been killed all those years ago. You left the car and walked off before Steve ran up to catch to you.

‘please go back in the car Steve. I have to do this. Alone ‘ you added and avoided his gaze and you scratched your arm.

‘I need you to talk to me. To us. We are all here for you. Let us be here for you!’ Steve added in desperation hoping to get through to you.

You rummaged through your bag and pulled out all the letters and handed them over to Steve.

‘ why are you giving me a bunch of letters? What’s the’ Steve stopped cold in his own tracks. His features blank before Steve’s face softened and he started to shake his head in denial.

‘there’s something I always wanted to ask. In case I don’t make it’ you commented weakly.

‘then tell me! I don’t want to read about it in a goddamn letter!’ Steve said stubbornly not backing down

‘okay. Okay. I’ll tell you but you won’t like it’ you admitted afraid of the initial rejection you know was coming.

‘that’s not true y/n. you can tell me anything. You know that’ Steve added in disbelief. It was like he was looking at you but seeing a stranger in your place.

‘I like you. And not just in a ‘oh wow look I’m best friends with Steve Harrington’ kind of way. I like spending time with you, I like watching movies with you, working shifts with you. Steve i-  I have feelings for you’ you said slowly to give Steve time to process what you were saying.

‘huh? ’ Steve asked confused and not catching on.

you looked up at him and tried to give him a look in order for him to better understand your feelings. He still didn’t catch on and you sighed in despair.

‘all those times you went out on a date with someone?  I always wanted it to be me. Look I know you probably don’t feel the same but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re amazing. Look in case I don’t make it tell the kids and Robin that I love them and Steve I -’

‘No. no. no! you are just saying all of this because you are scared of dying okay? You don’t mean it. also you are going to make it. We will find a way out of it’ Steve interrupted stubbornly.

Yikes.

You sighed. It felt  hopeless. You knew it wasn’t an outright rejection but it felt like it. You  leaned in and kissed his cheek as a way of saying goodbye, both to him and  the idea of something more ever happening between you. Before walking off and  going over to the tree.

You felt stupid. Steve  probably did like Nance. He had probably never stopped loving her and here  you were basically throwing yourself at him. To make matters worse he didn’t even see that you had just confessed your feeling to him. If he couldn’t see  it when you were being that direct then he would never get it. You backed  away from him and went over to the tree and sat down.

Steve stood there and looked after you perplexed  before he went back into the driver’s seat looked. He still looked after you. 

‘what just happened ’ Lucas added in confusion  looking at Steve before he looked at Dustin and Max.

‘Wow you’re a bigger idiot than we give you  credit for‘ Max commented from the backseat.

‘What’s that supposed to mean!’ Steve added in  pure frustration.

‘Dude seriously! if you can’t see that that was  y/no’s way of telling you she likes you then you are more hopeless than I  thought’ Dustin added with a certain level of snark.

‘No! It wasn’t. She was just saying all of that  because she’s scared of… of’

‘Not making till tomorrow ‘ Max added not so  helpfully with a certain level of worry displayed on her facial features.

‘Yeah exactly . It’s not like she meant it’ Steve  deflected clearly still in denial.

‘She looks at you like you hung the fucking moon  Steve!’ Dustin shot back not impressed with his older male friend.

‘Language Henderson! She does not! I would have  noticed!’ Steve scoffed in disbelief.

‘Who always helps you out every time there’s a  crisis?’ Lucas asked and looked at Steve.

‘Y/n’ Steve confirmed as a matter of fact.

‘ who is always covering your shifts for you  every time you go on a date?’ Dustin asked as he gave Steve a look

‘Y/n’

‘Who always takes care you every time you get  beaten up? Fixes your hair before a date? Or gives you a pep talk before you  chat some girl up? Why on earth would she do that if she didn’t like you!’  Dustin asked and gave Steve another

‘Because we are -‘

Oh shit. The more Steve thought about it the more  he was convinced that you liked Him.

The letter in his hand felt like it was burning.  He wanted to know what you had said but he knew he couldn’t read it as it  would have been like he was betraying your trust.

His heart was pounding fast in his chest. Did he  think you were an absolute babe? Of course! He had eyes. He thought you had  been gorgeous from the very first time he ever Saw you walk down the corridor  at Hawkins. The amount of confidence you had as you held your head high not  giving two shits what anyone thought of you despite people calling you a  freak.

He remembered he had seen the way you had fought  off the monsters from the upside down in the past with a certain level of  determination and how hot he had thought that was. he had of course never  acted on any of the thoughts as he had been too far up Nancy’s ass and the  fact that you didn’t seem to care for him all that much. Once you really  started being in his life you had surprisingly hit it off as friends and  Steve didn’t want to lose that so whatever attraction he had felt towards you  he had buried away deep down to the point where you had just confessed that  you had feelings for him and he had shrugged those off because he didn’t  think there was any way that cool and normally collected y/n had feelings for  him.  Robin was going to give him hell  for that later.

Steve kept going over conversations you had had  with him lately

‘so  do tell me pretty boy how do you pick these women up?’ you had asked him in a  teasing manner.

Robin  who was watching your exchange was laughing at how dumstruck Steve was acting. 

You  walked over to him confidently and leaned over the counter and stole his  Raybans that were on his head, you fingers touched his hair which was softer  than you could ever have imagined and you put the sunglasses on your face.

You  slid the sunglasses down slightly so that you could look at Steve in a  seductive manner. 

‘so.  I know the best spot in town for burgers. How about we go there tonight just  you and me ? what do you say lover boy?’ you said in an over the top way and  winked at him.

Steve  had swallowed a lump in his throat before he had laughed it off and your face  had fallen slightly.

Steve remembered the last time he had gone to ask  a girl out and he had come to you for advice.

‘Y/n!  there’s this girl I want to ask out and I think she could be the one’ Steve  had expressed as he entered the family video store

‘I thought you had already asked Linda out? ’

Steve rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

‘actually this is a different girl. It didn’t work out with Linda’

��ahh I see. Wow Steve you sure do take your time getting to know these girls’ you  added with a certain level of sarcasm behind your words

‘y/nnnn  pleaseee help me. You are the most cool and collected girl I know. How can I  make a good impression’ Steve asked and leaned over the counter and he was  close to you. You reached out and ruffled his ‘perfect hair’ which caused him  to groan at you.

‘not  the hair! I  spent ages getting it to  look just right’  Steve pouted. He  looked at you and your heart ached as you took in his beauty. His milky skin  looked soft. You wanted to lean in and kiss the beauty marks on his face. His  eyes held a certain warmth to them.

‘okay. Okay. So you want to leave a good impression?’

‘yes! How do I do that exactly’

‘tell her you love her eyes, her face scratch that! Tell her that you like  everything about her’ you smiled at him. His warm brown eyes were soft and they  reminded you of an autumn day where the leaves were falling of the trees. You  leaned in close enough to run your fingers gently through his hair in order  to fix it for him.

‘does  that usually work?’ Steve questioned as he looked into your eyes and it felt  like he was gazing into your soul. you looked back at him longingly. You had  spent forever just looking into the deep brown pools of Steve’s eyes. His  perfect eyelashes fluttered against his skin delicately.

‘if  you are suave then yes it will work’ you added your voice was hoarse and you  felt your face heat up. what you wouldn’t have given in order to lean in and  kiss him.

Robin  had come through the door at that very moment causing the two of you to jump  away from each other. You had gone back to rewinding ‘Labyrinth’ while Steve  had gone to put his stuff into his locker in the staff room.

Steve was having a full blown breakdown about it.  How had he not seen that you liked him? How had he been so blind? How had he not seen you had been  right next to him all this time? Was he really that goddamn stupid?

Steve noticed how still you were sitting. It made  his blood ran cold. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Steve got out of the car  and ran over to you and sat down next to you.

‘No.No.No.No.NO! Y/N!’ Steve as he shook you. Your  eyes where white and you where far away.

He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t lose you. Not when  he- not when he loved you. He cursed at himself for being such an idiot. You had  just told him that you liked him and he had brushed it off. When you made it  back to him he would make it up to you.

You had  been reading your letter to your family. You sniffled. Everything turned dark  around you. The sky was dark.

You saw a dark figure walking close to you. It was your sister. She was coming over  to you. You shook slightly frozen in place. It was your twelve year old  sister though, she was your age, covered in blood. She was identical to you.

‘you  were happy you got to survive while I died right?’

‘that’s  – that’s not true’

‘you  always wanted to be me. You always envied me. That’s why you were relieved  when I took me last breath wasn’t it?’

‘No! NO’

Your sister stood in front of you smiling menacingly.

‘just admit that’s what you wanted all along’

You shook your head and tears fell down your cheek

‘you know we all died because of you right? That the reason mom and dad were  fighting was because of you’

You look frightened. You knew it wasn’t true but you always felt guilty. For your  parents arguing . for being the only surviver. You had changed your  appearance after the accident to look the least like your old self. Like how  you had looked when your twin sister had been alive. You and her had been  identical twins with only minimal facial difference.

‘but  I’m here to make you pay the ultimate prize for your mistake’ your sister was  gone and Vecna was in her place.

You started backing away from Vecna before you started running as far away from him as  possible. He walked after you.

‘STEVE! STEVE! HELP ME! PLEASE!!!’ you screamed

Everything turned dark red around you and there was thunder and lightening. There was  blood everywhere and the clock was ticking again. There was shattered pieces  or the creel house everywhere with the grandfather clock floating in the air. 

You looked  around and saw Chrissy’s dead body and looked the other way and saw Fred’s  dead body all strung up.

Vecna  wrapped his vines around you and tied you up against a tree. His vines  wrapping around your neck tightly causing you to gasp for breath.

‘you aren’t re- real’ you gasped exhausted

A small opening appeared at the other side. You had to get to it somehow.

‘Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance  Another heartache, another failed romance, on and on  Does anybody know what we are living for?’

‘your friends can’t help you. After all if you go to them you will get them all  killed. They will all go down with you’ Vecna sneered

‘oh  but I am very real’ Vecna said as he put his hand over your face. You saw the portal and caught a glimpse of Dustin, Max, Lucas and Steve. You had to get  back to them. To him.

You closed  your eyes  and memories flashed of you and Steve together, you ruffling his hair before his date, you cleaning his  wounds after the Russians had attacked you all.

‘ouch  it stings!’ Steve complained which caused you to laugh a little as he was  acting as a child.

‘look  it will be over soon. Just sit still for me okay’

‘you  sit still for me’ Steve mocked an you gave him a stern look and he mumbled sorry.

‘you know, what you out there? That was mind blowing. We all owe you our lives. I owe you my life’ you added and shot him an appreciative look.

‘it was nothing really’ Steve mumbled shyly his cheeks reddened at the compliment.

‘it was amazing. You were amazing. Thank you for saving my life. I didn’t derseve it but I am eternally greatful’ you added as you finished cleaning his face.

Steve reached over and grabbed your hand and held it in his. You looked at him in the eye.

‘what do you mean by that? Why would you not deserve to be saved?’ Steve asked you perplexed

‘I’ve been so horrible to you all summer all because I was so caught up in  the past. When I started working at Scoop’s I thought oh great I have to work with Steve Harrington the douche. But you weren’t a douche? you’ve been so sweet to me all summer. I was so wrong about you ’ you admitted distressed

‘that just means you made a mistake. Not that you don’t deserve to be saved’ Steve added softly and smiled at you.

‘can you ever forgive me? I woul- I would like us to be friends if that’s not too… corny?’

Steve pulled you into a hug and you held onto him tightly causing him to hiss out  in pain

‘sorry. Sorry’ you mumbled against his chest.

‘ it’s okay my friend’ Steve held onto you for the longest time and you smiled into his chest and wrapped your hands around his back.

You remembered lending your kids movies. Giving them icecream. You remembred you dancing around  playfully with Eddie to rock songs, helping with his DnD campaigns. Driving Dustin and Mike home after a DnD session so that they made it home safe. You remembered helping Max do her braids before school. You remembered the way Steve always  protected you and held you close.

You opened your eyes  and reached over and pulled at one of Vecna’s veins. It with enough force for you to leave him winded, enough of a hit for him to drop you onto the ground.  You caught breath for a second before you ran as fast as you could towards the opening.

‘The show must go on  The show must go on  Inside my heart is breaking  My makeup may be flaking  But my smile, still, stays on’

I’m coming home to Steve you thought.

You looked back and noticed that Vecna wasn’t following you.

You sped up. Pieces of  the creel house was falling down next to you which almost caused you to fall. You collected yourself before dodging several pieces of the house. You ran as fast as you could. You needed to get back to your kids. To Steve.

‘I'll face it with a grin  I'm never giving in  On with the show’

Your eyes opened and you fell down to the ground. You clung to Steve for a good while as Max, Lucas and Dustin all touched your  shoulders and they all looked relieved that you were okay. You looked up at Steve, his face was inches away from yours.

‘I told you we would find a way’ Steve added as  he breathed heavily next to you. You nodded and looked at him greatfully.

‘is it okay if I- I really want to kiss you. Is that  okay?’ Steve asked as he looked into your eyes searching for clarity. Your heart  melted at his question but you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure it was  real.

‘am I dreaming? Is this real?’ you asked visibly  confused.

Steve beamed down at you and shook his head.

‘it’s real. Look if this isn’t okay tell me and I  won’t-’ Steve added carefully almost as if he was planning every next step he  did with caution. You figured that he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

‘yes. Kiss me. Please’ you uttered not very helpfully. You were still flabbergasted. This seemed too good to be true.

Steve didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned in  and kissed you. His warm lips sliding against yours and his hand caressing  your cheek. You leaned into his touch. You kissed like you were both touch  starved like you had both wanted it for a long time when Steve finally pulled  away you leaned your forehead against his.

He stared at you lovingly with a wide smile on  his face.

‘ I thought you like N-‘ you stated slightly  confused but you were smiling.

‘ It’s you. It’s always been you. I’ve just been  too stupid to see it. Can you ever forgive me?’

You grinned  up at him. Your smile lit up your entire face. You couldn’t actually believe  this. Steve Harrington really liked you. You caressed his face with your  hands and he melted into your touch.

‘it’s okay. You made it home to me. That’s all  that matters’

‘you are so beautiful’ Steve admitted as he  leaned in and kissed you again.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #blood #mentions of death #stranger things steve #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #st #steve and robin #robin buckley #eddie munson

[the-goblin-cat]

hog from left field, but,

CASPER

Casper, my sweet little pumpkin boy imp from the ISEKAI! ttrpg campaign

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

It's fully just a reference to Casper the friendly ghost, cause I originally envisioned him as pale blue

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Casper is currently 13

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

I jokingly ship him with an extremely minor npc simply called Tenturik Girl. Tenturiks are bearcat-like beasts that fill the same role as dogs in Areatam, the game's setting. However, some of them can grow to massive size. A random human girl around Casper's age joined in a race riding on one such creature.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

pizza, but especially the concoction the party members invented by cooking flatbread dough on the coals with various herbs and toppings.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

He is a destined hero and a kid, so on the spectrum between "unemployed" and "mercenary".

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Casper loves games, both video games and physical board and card games. His particular favorite is a game played with cards and figures called Knights of the Spiral.

🎯 -What do they do best?

He's great at picking up new forms of magic and has the highest number of elemental spells of the group, though his physical abilities are lacking as a result.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

He loves the aforementioned games, and learning new things. He hates being sad or thinking about home.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Going to Navy Pier with his older cousin Kay and friend Xochitl. At the time Kay and Xochitl were dating and it was all very happy.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

The day his mother died, though subsequently trying to run away from home and getting caught in the rain was very close.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

As mentioned before, I originally wanted him to be blue. He also originally had glasses. I love his current design tho

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I wanted to create a delightful childish character to foist on the other players, as an homage to @fvriva's Ellie character.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

They were made for Isekai babey

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

cishet probably.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

no true siblings, though he and Kay have grown to see each other s such.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Casper loved them both very much. However, after his mother's death, his relationship with his father became strained, as the grief left him unable to properly care for his son. Eventually Casper's father checked himself into a facility and sent him to live with his mother's side of the family. Csper's aunt and uncle certainly provide adequate care physically and financially, but have a strained marriage themselves and can't provide emotionally for neither Casper nor Kay.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

In addition to his adorable design I like how the dice tends to fall in his favor. The world is awed by the feats of this very strong little boy

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

the game is play by post and moves at a leisurely pace so a few times a week on average.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

absolutely not

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

being abandoned

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

None so far, though he and His Holiness the Patriarch Puranmas has a heated debate over whether Shrek was anime

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Conceptualized bout two years ago, though the game began last year

#Casper #ask game #isekaiverse

[mariesdeluluworld]

A Dance of Lions & Wolves

The sounds of screams and the horrific deaths of his family has plagued the Lord of Winterfell. The Old Gods speak to him, while the jaws of Winter ravage his precious Northern Lands, depleting its food stores, killing both low and high born, and with little resources to plant crops and feed his people, Eddard is forced to turn to the South for help, writing to the Reach, Stormlands, Crowlands, Riverlands, and Westerlands. Only one responds, with terms and conditions.

After having prophetic dreams of the fall and ruin of his house, Tywin Lannister has remarried after the death of his second son, and heir Tyrion Lannister, with hopes of having more children to replace Tyrion and kingsguard Jamie Lannister, and prevent the foreseen downfall of his house. In order to restore the pride lands, the lions must work with the wolves to heal their respected territory, however the Stags, Lionesses, Vipers, Krakens, and Dragons are also awakening, threatening the world the Wolves and Lions wish to build. Together, Lion and Wolf must lead the charge and protect their legacy from burning.

285 AC, Westerlands

Prologue: The Raven

Children's laughter brought the Warden of the West from his desk, abandoning the newest correspondence from the wintery wilds of the North, to the open window of his study. Tywin Lannister watched his twins play in their mother’s garden at Casterly Rock with their cousins. He watched with narrowed eyes as the golden haired cubs ran after one another. From what he could hear from his study, the children were playing knights and ladies.

“Fair maiden! I, Lancle Lannister, son of Keven Lannister, am here to rescue you from the tower!” He bowed and little Lancel, ran towards their makeshift tower, wood sword in his hand, as he “charged” the ferocious beast that was a dragon guarding his own daughter, Jeyne. His son, Damon, was the dragon, he wore the costume his twin made him in her lessons with the Septa’s, and he roared and slashed at Lancel.

“Fight me if you dare, little knight, but know, no one has defeated me in all these years I’ve guarded this tower!” Damon slashed his faux claws and Lancel jumped back, as they began their duel. Cousins “fought” while Jeyne shouted encouragement at her cousin Lancel.

“Be careful Ser! Watch from the dragon’s talons!” Jeyne shouted.

Man and beast danced, all while Tywin’s goodsister Dorna and sister Genna, watched the children from their pergola. He watched as his son and nephew fought until Lancel dealt the killing blow. Damon shouted and fell to the ground, making “dying sounds'' as his cousin stood over his dying body, smirking while Jeyne and Twyin’s sisters clapped, applauding the brave knight. Lancel bowed in his aunt and mother’s direction, before climbing the tower to rescue Jeyne.

“Oh Ser! How brave you were, defeating the dangerous dragon! How ever can I thank you?” She played up her role as the defenseless maiden. “My lady, only your favor will do, so I can show the world that I deserved the favor of Lady Lannister!” Jeyne giggled, placing her favor of westerlands roses and primrose, on her cousin’s wood sword.

Damon jumped up from the ground, clapping his hands as he jogged over to his twin and cousin. “You’ve been practicing your sword play cousin!”

“Yes. Yes I have. Was I better than last time?” Lancel questioned, insecurity filling his light green eyes. “Drastically better than last time! This time I had to avoid your blows and your footwork was more solid!” Damon complemented. Lancel thanked his cousin, together, he and Jeyne helped Damon out of the dragon costume. Free from the sweaty fabric, he shook his damp auburn hair. Jeyne shouted as the droplets of sweat splashed in her face.

“Sorry, Jeyne,” He blushed, scratching his head.

“Jeyne, darling, come here,” A tall woman, with auburn hair, wearing a light blue gown with primroses on her hem, walked towards Jeyne, a white handkerchief in her pale, slender hands. She bent down, wiping Jeyne’s face, brushing away her twin’s sweat.

“Thank you, mumma,”

Tywin looked away from the scene, and went back to his desk, leaving his new wife and their twins behind to focus on the letter in front of him. The North, Eddard Stark was writing about possible increase in trading. The winters were brutal and after the Rebellion, everyone in the North was replenishing their storages. However, it was impossible to feed the entire North while creating sufficient storage. Lord Eddard’s people were dying, and he was requesting help. Tywin laced his fingers together, staring long and hard at the Northern Lord’s blocky script. He thought of all the advantages this opportunity brought. Tywin had always wanted to infiltrate the North, and now with a new King in King's Landing, he was free to do whatever he pleased without an paranoid old fool mistaking his actions for treason and shouting for his and his family's heads on a chopping block.

He could finally reach his vision of having a Lannister in all seven parts of the Seven Kingdoms. Winterfell was known to be an impregnable castle, like his beloved Casterly Rock, and from what he could recall from his visit when he was but a boy, the castle was strong and has the potential to be another Rock, with thousands of men on guard. With his influence, Tywin could usher in a new reign of Cregan Stark with Eddard Stark. He could turn the second son into a formidable Lord like his ancestor. Afterall, the man was in mourning. Losing a son in the winter. Tywin huffed out a laugh, it seemed he held the key to Eddard Stark's salvation, or destruction.

With another look at the window where his family played and laughed, Tywin wrote a reply to the North, sealing Lords of winter fates.

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[mariacallous]

In 1992, when I was 10 years old, thousands of rockets were fired into Kabul. It started before the spring solstice, when we celebrated Persian new year, and carried on into winter. The siege forced my family to flee our home, never to return. We had hoped the fighting in Afghanistan would stop in 1989, after Soviet forces withdrew from their failed invasion. But our hope disappeared as US-funded mujahideen started fighting one another, bombarding Kabul in an attempt to seize control of the capital.

I was living with my family in the north-west part of the city, in a house with fading yellow paint on its outside walls. A red iron door with loud creaking hinges opened on to the outside world. I used to run out into the street to play with the other children in our neighbourhood. But the siege changed everything. I remember this as the time when all the time I knew disappeared – when bedtime, schooltime, playtime and dinnertime all vanished.

The simmering fear of violence that we had felt every day now turned into terror. Kabul was shelled relentlessly for months. Food and water became scarce. Each day, we received news of more deaths among our family, friends and neighbours. I lived in an extended family of several uncles and aunts and my granny, and it became our family ritual to pray for the dead before eating supper. My grandmother would lead the prayers. My four little siblings and I would follow, scared and confused by death. My heavily pregnant aunt looked numb, all expression drained from her, as if she needed reminding to move her arm and her hand to reach the food on the plate in front of her.

My mother, always anxious, made no effort to hide her terror. She would talk about different scenarios in which one or all of us would be killed. Who would take the injured child to the hospital, she would ask. Should it be my father, or would it be more prudent if he stayed behind and my uncle went? What would we do if our home was completely destroyed? Where would we go? How would we carry my uncle, who was disabled and couldn’t walk, if we had to run to another shelter? Logistics in the event of death were discussed extensively, roles assigned, plans made.

This was the time when our childhood changed. What we were previously told to do – stay off the flowerbeds, don’t climb that tree, do your homework – changed into instructions about how to avoid falling debris and keeping out of places where things could collapse on you. We had many specific instructions that had to be followed at all times. No walking near the walls in the garden. No sitting under the roof that connected the house to the outside kitchen. No leaving the house under any circumstances. And don’t forget to say your Shahadas when you hear the sound of rockets. These injunctions were repeated over and over again.

Instead of reading, which I loved to do, I learned other lessons. Like how perverse hope can be, when you’re crouching in the corner of a room waiting for a bomb to fall and kill you and your family. Hope in those moments when you’re waiting to be killed is dreadful. The belief in our own survival is so deep that even when confronted with a bomb, there is a small part of you that always keeps space for hope. But it feels like a trickster, a game of Russian roulette – you weren’t killed this time but someone you know was. Hope in those moments weaves confusion into your body, so that for years to come you find it hard to trust anything – including yourself.

I remember, in those moments when the rockets started, the dialogue that would play in my mind. There is the sound of a rocket being fired. Will it come for me? Will it tear my body apart? Could I live without a leg or an arm? Will I want to if I can’t climb the almond tree in our garden? Will I see the killing of my sister or brother? I hope I die first. If it’s a choice between watching those I love the most dying or being killed – I choose the latter. That would be mercy. When I was done bargaining, I would pray. I would twist my body into a posture I thought conveyed reverence and I would pray. My grandmother had taught me the prayers required for different times, like Ayatul Kursifor protection – I didn’t know all of it, just a few lines, and I would say them over and over again.

My grandmother taught me to say the Shahada the moment before death so we could pass to the other world whole and holy. I would say this seven times at least. We spoke Farsi and I didn’t understand the Arabic, so after saying the prayer, I would plead with God, asking him to keep us safe, hoping as hard as I could that God would come through for me – though I never quite believed that he would.

I avoided looking at certain members of my family in those moments. I couldn’t look at my mother because the sheer terror in her face broke my heart. I couldn’t look at my little sister and my little brother because somehow, I felt ashamed that this was their childhood. They were so little – five and seven years old – and everything I had been taught about right and wrong made me feel a searing shame that this was their childhood. I couldn’t look at my mother’s sister because she was the only one who expressed what we were all feeling. She would sob and cry as the sounds grew nearer. The only safe person for me to look at was granny, who would hold as many children as she could and cite the Qur’an patiently, only now and then stopping to implore my aunt to stop crying.

The rockets would stop as suddenly as they began. We would wait for a while before granny would start to move us from the back room, where we had been hiding, into the living room. When we could still buy food, she would produce a jar of honey and feed us children a spoonful, trying to wash the taste of terror out of our mouths. When the honey ran out, she would make sweet tea and we’d all drink it.

My uncle would start speculating about where the rockets could have hit. It sounded close, he would say. Could it be in Kululapushta, a couple of miles south, where his brother lived? Was he alive? Were his girls alive? That uncle had five daughters, and lately, when we had seen them, they had always been terrified. We would worry about them, because the way their house was built meant certain death if a rocket hit. They had nowhere safe to hide.

In the morning, news of the dead would begin to arrive. My uncle would cycle to the market to get food and water. Before leaving, he would say goodbye to all of us in case he got killed en route. He would wash as instructed by Islam so that if he was killed, he would be ready for it. For the time that he was gone, granny would pray. She would pray, and sometimes she would cry. It wasn’t frantic crying like my aunt’s, just a wave of sadness that came down as tears. I’d press up against her when she cried because I didn’t know what else to do.

My uncle cycled down the street that led to the school where my mother taught, now closed; passed the mosque, which was empty; and turned a corner where Tariq stationery shop once stood. The shop belonged to my mother’s cousin and was named after her son. We used to buy our pens and notebooks from there, but they had closed the shop and fled Afghanistan months before. He’d reach the market that just a few months earlier had been full of meats, vegetables and fruit, and try to find food. Only a few intrepid vendors were still working – the rest of the market had shut because the roads to Kabul were closed, and bombs were falling from the sky.

When he returned, there was an exhausted relief in our household. Sometimes, he brought food that would keep us going for a couple of days – potatoes, some sugar, a few vegetables. Other times, he would come back with no more than a few radishes. This was the only time granny would get frustrated. There was so little to feed us with, and it was her job to make sure that we didn’t starve. Her routine of baking bread and making delicious dinners was gone. The Hawasana days – as we called the days when we had special meals – had disappeared. There was a ritual to these meals that I loved. My favourite day was when she made mantu, delicate spiced lamb mince dumplings served with yoghurt and mint. She would start early in the morning, to make the dough and mince the meat. It took the whole family to fill the dumplings. We would sit around a large wooden table as my aunt cut little circles from the sheet of dough that granny had rolled, fill each one with meat and shape it with perfect precision. I used to always count mine on my plate to make sure I got as many as my siblings, and when I felt short-changed, granny would always give me one or two from her plate.

Now, everything was rationed, even the radishes and, most crucially, water. The children were told to ask an adult to pour a glass of water for them when they were thirsty, in case we lost our grip on the jug and wasted precious drops. When the adults went out, they would hear rumours from people in the market. People talked about what their neighbours were doing to survive. Before the siege, we used to save bits of bread that were mouldy and stale because they could be fed to livestock. With food shortages, people started buying and eating mouldy bread that they soaked in water and fed their children. My aunt would encourage us to eat whatever we had by retelling what she had heard from neighbours – so and so’s family are boiling bones three or four times and eating the broth with nothing else, she would say. They look like skeletons now. Eat your potatoes!

A while later, rumours began that parents had started to feed their children rat poison because they couldn’t bear to watch them starve. I’d go to bed and have vivid nightmares about being put to bed with a cuddle, never to wake up. I’d wonder, would my parents do such a thing? And then I’d decide that granny wouldn’t let it happen.

I learned that being killed was better than being injured or maimed. Hospitals in Kabul were overflowing with the injured and those nearly dead. I am not sure what happened to the sick then. I heard stories of people dying from shrapnel in their face, or in their groin – about deaths that lasted days. I heard of people bleeding out after a limb had been blown off, of children dying in their parents’ arms, with arms and legs missing. I heard of women giving birth as they were dying from their injuries – babies born just as their mothers were bleeding to death from a shrapnel wound.

There was no electricity. Our Friday night ritual of watching a Bollywood film disappeared. Fridays were the day of rest in Afghanistan. They would start with my father and uncles going to Friday prayers. On their way back they would bring a treat or two – sweets or popcorn. We would eat our family meal and wait for the film to start. The films were love stories in which the lovers always triumphed despite many, often ridiculous obstacles – even if they were murdered, they would be reincarnated, avenge their deaths, and reunite. I imagined growing up and meeting a boy who would be as mad about me as those lovers in Bollywood films. Now the TV sat silent in the corner of the room.

Darkness itself became a monster. I started having nightmares about monsters after hearing the rat poison rumours. Monsters that were made of tar with red eyes would emerge from the blackness of the night to devour children. I’d wake up so terrified I couldn’t scream. In those nights when Kabul had no electricity, I’d feel for my granny’s papery hands under the sheets. Hold my hand, hold my hand, I would whimper. She always would, pulling me to her, holding my forehead and reciting the Qur’an.

When our neighbour’s house got hit, everything went black. I was in the room where we always hid, closing my ears and eyes. The sound of a rocket hitting a solid object enters your body and lives there for ever. To this day, a loud bang brings back that child who clenched her jaw as the rocket hit our street, waiting for the shrapnel to cut into her body, for blood to gush and bones and skin to fly.

Days later, when there was a moment of calm, we went to visit our neighbour. The house had been badly damaged. The rocket had torn through one side of the wall and had shattered all the windows. The house was quiet, which felt odd and sinister. Usually, Afghan households were loud and full of chatter. The family were sitting around as all Afghan families did, sipping tea and eating dried fruit. Their youngest son was lying in the corner of the living room, injured, with yellowing skin and bandages. He looked as if he was daydreaming, his eyes fixed to the ceiling. I felt nauseous, and despite wanting to go over to sit with him and play with him, I just couldn’t. Something deep in my small body knew that he was dying. I didn’t want to be near him. I wondered if death could be contagious. If I touched him, would I be next? When he died, they didn’t hold a funeral. People were killed when burying their dead in the cemetery. They buried him in their garden in a tiny child-shaped grave.

A month or so before we finally fled our home, on one day in August 1992, 1,000 rockets were fired on Kabul, on to the homes of ordinary people. I don’t have much memory of this time, only what remains in my body – the pain and the tension – and the feelings of terror that sometimes rise up as if from nowhere. I do remember the silence between the falling shells. All other sounds had disappeared. I couldn’t hear any birds, or chatter on the streets or the sound of rain – just the swoosh of the rocket, the bang of the explosion. And then: silence.

Each time a rocket hit, a child was killed. I would hear about the death of my classmates, neighbours – children we knew. Children that once ran up the street flying a kite, playing hide and seek and hopscotch (my favourite) – all gone. The joy of climbing a tree, the mischief, the tantrums, asking for chips at every meal – gone. Not a trace left of loving the colour blue.

Because I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to murder children, I started to make up stories in my head. Before the siege we visited holy shrines to make offerings for Sufi saints. Everyone would bring sweets, and my four siblings and I would run around trying to eat as many sweets as we possibly could. My aunt would try to stop us by warning us that if we angered the saint, he would come for us.

What if the children had angered the saints, and now we were paying for our sins with our flesh? What penance could make it stop? Was it because I lied about doing my homework? Was it because I made fun of my little sister and made her cry? Or maybe it was because I stole the chocolates that were meant for Eid and ate them secretly? I would recount every sin and ask for forgiveness. I didn’t know what had brought on this calamity, I just knew I wanted it to end.

Seeing the children of Gaza under siege brings all of this back. I have spent my whole life coming to terms with growing up in violence, when I was made to learn that children are fodder for war – “collateral damage”, according to the people who talk endlessly about war on TV. My life has been an endless search for the humanity that my granny believed in till the very end. “How terrified and vengeful are the men who kill children?” she would say quietly, as if asking herself. I hear that question today.

Children bear the brunt of war. Working as a humanitarian on the Syrian border in 2014, I saw injuries caused by the barrel bombs that were dropped on civilians day after day. The barrels were packed with nails, shrapnel and oil. The injuries were horrific. Children were killed by nails that pierced their skull or oil that burned them alive. Between 2011 and 2021, a child was killed or injured every eight hours on average in Syria. In Iraq and Ukraine, cluster bombs dropped by the US and Russia kill children long after they have been dropped or fired. These illegal weapons are designed by people who want the bombs to remain dormant until they are ready to kill again, usually children who pick them up. I now know that there are no monsters in the dark. Only adults who are terrified enough to kill.

The feeling that someone wants you dead never quite goes away. It lives in your body as an alarm reminding you that the world is dangerous and unfriendly. It colours every new interaction – you learn forensic vigilance when entering a new place. The question – will this kill me? – is playing on a loop in your subconscious, only sometimes floating to the surface and shocking you out of your day to day existence.

War has the same impact on children, no matter where they are born. I began to understand this after a beloved teacher whose father was one of the first soldiers to liberate Auschwitz gave me Anne Frank’s diary. I recognised the same dialogue in her thoughts as she hid from the people that wanted her dead. She wondered just as I had about who was inflicting such cruel violence and why. Reading her entries, I lived through her bargaining and her attempt to make sense of a world that didn’t value children’s lives, a world that dehumanised her so that she could be killed.

I founded a charity, Amna, in 2016, to help children recover from the trauma of war. Working with refugee children in Greece, I saw the same terror and confusion that I felt when living through war. I’ll always remember a little Kurdish girl in one of the play groups that I ran at a camp in northern Greece. She was seven or eight years old – the same age as my sister when we fled from Kabul. She was so scared that she had stopped speaking. She was scared of other children. She was scared of the adults in the room. Even when I offered her a toy she would wince and hide behind her mother. She remained speechless for months, until the care she received in group therapy made her feel safe enough to reach for a toy. Still tentative, still scared, she held the soft toy carefully away from her face as if following instructions of her own.

War confuses people, especially the adults who wage them. They get lost in technicalities and self-deception, the desire to be righteous in their pain and victimhood, no matter what the cost. As a child it was so clear to me what needed to be done. I would get angry after each experience of hiding from the shells. I didn’t understand it then, but there was such intelligence in my anger. It didn’t manifest as a desire for revenge or the need to make me or my family into victims who couldn’t recover our life or our humanity. It came out as a resolute demand that played over and over in my 10-year-old head, and has echoed ever since: stop killing children.

[asvterias]

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Yandere!Nancy x Fem!Black!Harrington!Reader

Nancy would be a hoarder and overprotective yandere

She is more reserved and doesn’t express herself, mainly around others but you’re a whole different story

You would be Steve’s younger sister (same age and adopted)

People assumed that she dated ‘King Steve’ just because of popularity but, no, she only wanted to get closer to you

When you were gone, she would make up an excuse to Steve and browse around your room

Would go through your underwear drawer and would stuff them in her back pockets for later

After she broke up with Steve, regardless of your role, you were there for her

That’s what Nancy admired about you, your compassionate soul

So you became a regular guest in the Wheeler household

To say that Nancy would get a little needier with you was an understatement

The brunette wouldn’t go as far as to sniff your underwear; she’s not that down bad

Instead, she would masturbate while her free hand clenches around your lace panties as she thought about you

Her eyes would be screwed shut, her fist turning white at the force from gripping onto your panties

It just wasn’t enough for her

She just had to taste you, whether you wanted it or not

But since you’re her darling, she wanted it to be consensual and unforgettable for you both

So when you were having a sleepover, she decide to be out with it

“Have you ever experimented with girls?”

“No.”

“Aren’t you the tiniest bit curious?”

You were everything she imagined and more

❝You sound so pretty when moaning my name.❞

She stuffed your mouth shut with your blue lace panties to conceal your pretty moans

At first, you didn’t recognize it but the fabric felt familiar

You were wondering, how the hell did she get this?

You couldn’t find this for ages

The rest of the night was pure bliss for you both

Somehow, it slipped out that you had a boyfriend during your sleep and Nancy was livid and woke you awake

❝Boyfriend? You had a goddamn boyfriend this whole time?❞

❝I didn’t know how to tell you.❞ You whispered, clutching onto her hand. Oh, the brunette was so smitten with you, how could she be mad at you? ❝I was going to break up with him, I promise, nance…I just got sidetracked with you.❞

She kissed your forehead before lulling you back to sleep. ❝Well, it looks like I’ll have to take care of him.❞

So she did just that, stalked, cornered, and kidnapped him

Her aunt’s lake house was the perfect place, sensing that no one lives there anymore

❝Trust me, she wasn’t thinking of you when I was in between her thighs.❞

❝She would never.❞

❝Oh, really?❞

She pulled out a voice recorder and played it which revealed your moans and the chants of her name

If Nancy could take a photo of your boyfriend’s face of betrayal, trust me she would

Now Nancy wasn’t one to brag but her smirk was undeniable

The brunette wheeler wasn’t the one to get her hands all bloody

She's clever; too clever

So she resulted with drowning him in the pool

After his death, your boyfriend was reported missing by the police and thereafter declared a search party

Despite you wanting to join the search party, Nancy persuaded you to ignore it and that erupted into a fight

❝It was your fault. If you hadn’t brought him up, he’d probably be found and alive.❞

❝How do you know that?❞

❝Know what?❞

❝The police reported him missing not dead.❞

She froze, she screwed up big time

Suddenly, Nancy grabbed her gun and pointed it at her temple

❝Nance,❞ you warningly scolded, slowly walking towards her

❝Please, baby, don’t leave me, I need you in my life.❞

❝Okay, I won’t leave you.❞

❝Can you please hug me?❞

Nodding mindlessly, you accepted her in your arms

❝Forgive me, sweetie.❞ She muttered quietly before jabbing a needle into your forearm, earning a surprised grunt from you.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

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