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philistiniphagottini · 3 months

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Can I have a smut request :D!! Dante x Fem reader!! Basically the breeding prompt with cunalingus, begging (from Y/N) and dirty talk (from Dante)

Yes you can :D I'm going to assume you looked at my smut prompt this for this. Thank you for sending in a request, and enabling me to write smut for Dante again, I love you Anon. Hope you enjoy ;))

Smut Prompts

15 + 13 + 20 + 21

cw. smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (fem receiving), begging, dirty talk, breeding kink, fem! reader

"Ahh, fuck, Dante~"

His name slipped from your kiss swollen lips in a breathless whimper, each syllable sweeter than the next as it dripped from your tongue warm honey. A pleasant shiver raced down your back, heat tickling the base of your spine and slowly pooling into the pit of your stomach. A salacious moan bubbled up your throat as arousal made your core throb, every white-hot nerve in your body set on edge as Dante’s tongue languid swished up the length of your drooling pussy.

He moaned hotly into your tender heat, the vibrations making your toes curl into the soles of your feet as you mewled softly. You squirmed under his ministrations, your body quivering in overstimulation as the devil tried to coax another delicious, mind-numbing orgasm from you. He cooed your name softly, your thighs shaking around his head and dangling uselessly over his shoulders as he dragged the flat of his tongue through your creamy walls, gathering a generous mixture of your essence and his salvia before swallowing with an audible gulp. The debauched sight made your fluttering hole clench around nothing.

"Dante" you whined softly.

You threw your head back into the comforting embrace of your pillow, a moan trying to crawl up the back of your throat as the tip of his tongue teased the hot little button at the top of your pussy, the small bud flushing back to life from his attention. Dante hummed, signalling you had his attention as he smoothed his hands along your plush thighs, large palms squeeze the fat of your ass as he dug his fingers into generous amounts of flesh.

"What is it, baby?" Dante cooed softly.

He could feel your clit twitching in his mouth as his lips sealed over the swollen flesh and sucked harshly, coaxing the most delicious noise from you as you abruptly snapped your hips against his face. You abandoned your grip on the sweat-soaked sheets beneath your tangled limbs, delving your hands through snow white locks of silk. The strands weaved through your fingers as you tugged harshly, nails scratching along his scalp as another spike of pleasure left you writhing in bliss. A constellation of tears clung to the corners of your lashes as they fluttered against your burning cheeks, your gaze lidded as you stared down at Dante with eyes as dazed as your mind.

"Want more" you softly pleaded.

You tugged on his hair against as his hot breath fanned against your drenched pussy, beads of arousal dripping down the insides of your thighs as his tongue eagerly lapped up the juices staining your searing skin. His warm hands squeezed your hips, fingers dancing along the tempting v-line of your pelvis as he left fleeting kisses against your puffy lips.

"Want more of what?" Dante asked with a teasing lilt to his voice. "If you want something, you gotta tell me."

He wriggled his eyebrows playfully as you heaved an exasperated sigh. He was in a very teasing mood this evening and you didn’t know how much more you could take. Your body burned with desire, the flames in the pit of your stomach stoked to life by the lashing of Dante’s tongue, just the way he knew you liked it. But it wasn’t enough. There was a hollow ache between your legs, demanding to be filled; to be joined as one and made whole. Your grip in his hair loosened as you brushed the sweaty bangs out of his eyes, causing his gaze to flicker back up to your face.

"Want you, Dante" you babbled, voice barely above a breathy whisper. "Want you inside me. Please, I need your cock in me so bad. Need you to breed my pussy. Please?"

You were slowly starting to lose all sense of sentience, the thin threads of your sanity threatening to snap at any moment as you desperately grind your hips into Dante’s face, begging to feel more of him. His lips parted from your sloppy pussy with a satisfied pop. A large grin split across his face at your words, a chuckle making his chest rumble as the sound made your spine tingle.

"Now how can I say no when you ask so nicely?"

Dante shifted positions, carefully placing your legs back down to the mattress as he moved to hover over you. His lips tickled your skin as he trailed wet, lazily kisses along your torso, the tufts of his beard scratching your sensitive skin as he kissed between the valley of your breasts before placing one final kiss on your lips. You melted into a warm puddle of goo under his touch, coiling your arms around his neck as you urged him to come closer, legs parting in anticipation as he slipped between them. His cock slapped against your aching pussy, the fat head of his cock poking your swollen clit and making your heart beat frantically in your chest. Your pulse echoed in your ears like the loud beat of a drum as your head grew giddy, elation simmering hotly in your veins as Dante prepared to finally give you what you wanted.

"Is this what you wanted, baby girl?" Dante asked in a husky whisper, his hot breath making your skin crawl with goosebumps.

You wedged lips between your teeth, letting go of the bruised skin as the thick ridges of his cock slid along the length of your slick slit, making the tips of your fingers tingle as you cried out. You nodded your head frantically, placing small, chaste kisses to his cheeks and lips as your legs wrapped around his hips and drew him closer.

"Yes" you breathed. "Really want it."

Dante hummed as he rubbed his cheek along yours, your scent curling in his lungs as he took a deep breath. A groan stirred in his throat as the smell of sex and sweat lingered heavy in his lungs, breath stuttering as he inhaled the enticing scent of your arousal and the perfume that clung to your clammy skin.

"Fuck, you smell so good."

Your lips parted around a heady moan of his name as you felt the tip of his cock press against entrance, another chaste kiss pressed to your lips before you were slowly spread open. The initial discomfort of being stretched open was inevitable, your thighs burning with strain as Dante’s dick pierced your core. Your discontented whimpers were chased away by soothing kisses, Dante’s voice soothing and pleasant to your ears as he talked you through it.

"That’s it. Atta girl. You’re doing just fine, taking my cock so well. I’m already halfway in, just a little more baby girl, you can do it."

You purred in content beneath him as he soothed your troubles, your hands rubbing along the rippling muscles of his back as you squeezed his skin with curious fingers. A groan rumbled in Dante’s throat as your pussy clenched around him, your slick warmth griping him like a vice and coaxing him to plunge deeper. You both shared a sigh of relief when his cock was nestled comfortably inside you, the dull pain now barely an afterthought as you melted into the bliss of your bodies finally joined in fervid rapture. You scraped your nails along Dante’s back, his spine curving as a shiver wracked his entire being, his cock twitching inside your soused walls as your pussy tried to suck him deeper.

"Move, Dante" you said, your voice a gentle warble in your throat.

Dante happily complied to your request, drawing his hips back and dragging his cock through your sensitive walls as he pushed forward. The breath was stolen from your lungs as you buried your head into the safety of your pillow, a jolt of electricity making your back tingle as the pressure in your abdomen increased tenfold. You did not hide the effect Dante had on your body, your pretty voice filling his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell as he continued to rut his hips into you, the thick girth of his cock crowding your pussy and making your head spin. You dug your nails into his back as he hoisted your legs higher over his waist, grunting into your open mouth as he stole a heated kiss.

"So deep" you slurred, drunk on the feeling of his cock making you full. "So full…"

"Do you like that?" Dante asked as his cock slipped a little deeper into you.

You responded with a whine of his name, tongue meeting his in a sloppy kiss as it delved between your parted lips. Your nails left behind welts that made his flesh burn with a pleasant sting, the feeling making his hips rock a little faster. A wet squelch rung in your ears as Dante snapped his hips forward, beads of your arousal dribbling down the sides of his cock as his heavy balls smacked against the round globes of your ass cheeks. The bedframe was starting to shake from the sudden spike in the demon’s thrusts and you were trembling along with it. You dug your feet into the beautiful dip of his back as your pussy squeezed him tight, the hot coil in your stomach twisting and knotting unbearably tight as you were pushed closer and closer to that familiar, crumbling precipice. Dante moaned your name sweetly as he parted from your lips, teeth nibbling at the skin along your jaw as he struggled to keep his eyes uncrossed and focused on you writhing beneath him.

"Shit, squeeze me just like that" he grunted. "Still so fucking tight."

Your chest heaved with each ragged breath, your perfect tits bouncing enticingly with the force of Dante’s thrusts as your mind was drowned in a vast, dense sea of rapture. You could barely focus on what Dante was saying over your pulse rapidly fluttering in your ears, his words making your toes curl as the heat in your stomach reached boiling point.

"Want me to breed this pussy?" Dante asked as he dragged his tongue along your neck to lick the perspiration clinging to your skin. "Come on, beg a little more for me darling."

Your hands clawed at the damp skin of his back, desperately trying to hold on as you struggled to articulate your thoughts. So many emotions were swirling up inside that it felt you were going to burst at the seams. When your lips parted once more, you said whatever sprang to your mind first, stringing together a barely coherent sentence.

"Please Dante, want you to breed me" you croaked, voice on the razor’s thin edge of cracking. "Want your cum. Give me your cum. Put a baby in me. Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

You squealed as Dante’s hips knocked against yours, the tip of his cock bullying the soft, gummy patch of your walls that had you seeing stars. The pressure of his pelvis grinding against your sensitive clit had the filthiest noise crawling out of your throat, voice so loud you were sure you were going to disturb your entire neighbourhood as you howled into the moonless night. Your eyes grew hazy, your greedy pussy swallowing around Dante’s cock as you finally reached your breaking point.

The coil in your stomach unfurled as your world shattered around you, your orgasm sinking its razor-sharp teeth into you without remorse, nor surrender. Your body was flooded with white hot relief as you twisted beneath Dante, your slick juices gushing from your sore pussy and spilling forth onto his abdomen. The feeling made him lightheaded, the sight of the translucent threads coating his cock sending every instinct in his body feral with an intense desire. He smothered his boiling cock against your cervix as his senses overloaded, the piston of his hips pushing you to ride out the waves of your rapture as Dante blinded stumbled into his own mind-numbing bliss.

He groaned as ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the thick, creamy warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim. The restless push of his hips finally came to a halt once every last drop of his seed was emptied into your fertile body, the warmth overflowing and leaking down your trembling thighs.

Your senses were sluggish to crawl back to you, your head continuing to spin as your hot breaths mingled with Dante’s heavy breathing. He slowly loosened his grip around your thighs, letting them flop back to the mattress as a small sigh of relief breezed past your lips. Dante’s arms came to rest at your sides, head lowered to your chest as he tried to reign in his unsteady breaths.

"Are you alright?" Dante asked, dragging his lips across your sensitive skin. "How are you feeling?"

You ran your shaky hands through Dante’s hair, a small hum tickling your chest as you slowly started to relax. It never failed to warm your heart how sweet Dante could be to you, even after he had finished just blowing your back out.

"I’m okay, Dante. Are you alright?"

Dante chuckled. "Don’t gotta worry about me, baby cakes."

You playfully rolled your eyes as a small puff of air ruffled the stray strands of hair sticking to your face. Your fingers pinched his cheeks, a noise of protest in his throat as you pulled at his skin until it flushed a bright, cherry red. He swatted your hand away before grabbing it and bringing it back to his mouth, his lips brushing against the sensitive pulse of your wrist and feeling it jump under the press of his mouth. His gaze roved over your form, the sight of your glowing with post orgasmic bliss making his heart stir in his chest.

"Wanna do it again? After all, gotta make sure it sticks."

#my writing #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry smut #dante x reader #dante smut #x reader #fem!reader

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hannahmationstudios · 1 month

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🍬🪐❄️🌸 <- last one is because it's been an age since I've seen the girls and I need a status update.

Kate! I love you, thank you ;v; 💜💜

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I don't know how unpopular an opinion it is, but it's a crying shame Larian left so much of Halsin's morally complex storyline elements on the cutting room floor. They wanted to make him easier to palate for romance purposes and instead ended up making him into sort of an irresponsible lump with no plot relevance past his personal quest to save Thaniel. Before all the editing he had a whole storyline regarding his guilt over being the one to kill Isobel Thorm and drive Ketheric to Shar in the first place, thereby arguably making him responsible for the Shadow Curse. Now he's just kinda... sad about the whole thing because it hurt his fae friend. Hmm.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

1) I'm in a playtest for a very cool system I'm super excited about! Can't say too much more about it until it's officially announced but I'm stoked. :D

2) I've started a new longfic I'm very happy with the premise of! It still needs a lot of work before it's ready to be posted but I'm excited for it. :)

3) I have wonderful friends, including you. That's always something good to be happy about! 💜

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Oohhhh man. I usually try to write any fics I come up with because you know the adage... if not me, then who... but if I had to come up with one for someone else... Kate I think you would write some amazing political intrigue for Cyberpunk, or maybe even something with fantasy themes (a crossover?). You have an unparalleled talent for fantasy and gentle sophistication in your work that makes everything you write draw the reader in like a fireside tale.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

I have two little girls, Peep and Pru!

Fic ask game here!

#ask game #poetikat

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missgryffin · 2 years

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So today I reached (and then surpassed) a follower milestone, and I am seriously blown away 💗 Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading and engaging with my stories. Thank you for sharing in your love for Jily with me. You guys are the best 🥹

I wanted to share something with you to celebrate, but I've been doing much more outlining than writing as of late, so I thought I'd pull back the curtain on one of the stories I'm working on right now—something that's flitted around in my head for ages and that I'm stoked to be finally writing in earnest:

As Old as Time

A Beauty and the Beast + Fairytale AU 🥀🏰🕯 (Or, what happens when you end up binging Disney movies and OUAT, which turns into googling why the Beast was a prince and not a king, and then before you know it you've been reading about Rumpelstiltskin for an hour.) The following things are known: i) Obviously Gaston = Gilderoy; ii) on that note, LeFou = Peter = LePou, which translates to head louse and is more than fitting for our brawny pig's sidekick (I dare you to go watch "Gaston" now with that in your head); iii) yes, Rumpel is Snape, and yes, his name must be edited to Rumpelsnapeskin; iv) no, Prince James cannot be an actual "beast," lest that somehow be construed as needing a bestiality tag on AO3 (*shudders*); and v) the plot of [redacted], in which [redacted] but [redacted], and then [redacted]. The following things are still unknown: i) whether this will remain a one shot or spiral even further out of control; ii) whether this will manage to be my first (only?) T-rated fic or inevitably turn steamy enough to warrant an M; and iii) whether this will be ready to post at some point "soon" or some other undetermined time "later." With all that in mind...

Prologue

Once upon a time, in the hidden heart of the realm of Gryffindor, a handsome young prince lived in a beautiful castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the spoiled prince was arrogant, selfish, and unkind. He taxed the village to fill his castle with the most beautiful objects, and his parties with the most beautiful people.

Then one night, while a bitter storm’s rain lashed at the windows and the arrogant prince danced obliviously with yet another beautiful woman, an unexpected intruder arrived at the castle.

The grand double doors burst open; the bitter storm’s gale snuffed out all of the candles with its icy breath; the music ceased; and everyone watched with bated breath as the prince approached the cloaked figure in the doorway.

The figure lowered his hood, revealing himself to be a slight man with a pointed, imp-like face and curtains of oily black hair that flapped forward as he bowed before the prince.

The imp-like man was there to collect on a deal. Not one that the prince had made, no—one that the prince’s father had made, decades before, when he feared the end of his line because his wife remained barren despite years of their efforts.

The deal was simple: a first-born son, in exchange for control of the son’s fate.

Desperate for his line to continue, even if it meant submitting to the wiles of the imp-like man, the prince’s father had accepted the bargain.

Upon learning of this, the prince was enraged, and he turned the imp-like man away, vowing never to let his life be controlled by such a snake. The imp-like man warned the prince that his father’s bargain could not be undone, though it could be supplanted by a bargain of his own.

But the prince was proud, and he refused to deal with someone he found so slimy and repulsive.

When he dismissed the intruder again, the imp-like man’s eyes turned pure black, and he snapped his fingers. At once, a red rose—as lush and beautiful as those in the rosebushes of the castle gardens—appeared in his hand. Holding the rose aloft, he cursed the prince as punishment, placing a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

Days bled into years, and the prince and his servants were forgotten by the world, for the imp-like man had erased all memory of them from the minds of the people they loved. He had sentenced the prince to his fate after all: to be forever bound to his castle, immortalized in his body of twenty-five, yet alone and forgotten, forced to live knowing that his line and his very existence would disappear into oblivion exactly as his father had feared.

But all magic must have a loophole, and the prince’s was this: if he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell from the rose the imp-like man had enchanted, the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain in his forgotten castle, ageless yet alone, for all time.

As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope—for even if someone could learn to love a cursed man like him, an even more impossible element remained: who could ever find him?

Unknown to the prince and his forgotten castle, the surrounding realms were increasingly subsumed by the spiteful realm of Slytherin. Rumors of dark magic flitted about in whispers, for sorcery left as ugly a stain as blood. But no one dared speak aloud the name of the one who was said to have the wicked Queen’s ear, not even when her own mother and stepfather died in a mysterious accident, thereby allowing her to ascend the throne.

Each day of her reign, the vain, cruel Queen consulted her Magic Mirror: “Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall. Who is the fairest one of all?” And each day, the Mirror answered, “You are the fairest one of all,” until one day, the Mirror replied, “Beyond Hufflepuff’s valley, across Ravenclaw’s glen, near the heart of Gryffindor’s wild moor, dwells Snow White, fairest one of all.”

Fearing that her stepsister, the baby Princess Snow White, would not only someday surpass her in beauty but would also challenge the Queen’s connived claim to the throne, the Queen had gotten rid of her years before. But in a moment of weakness, unable to kill a young child with her own hand, the Queen had dressed the little Princess in rags and sent her afloat on the Winding River with an omen of death instead.

Enraged to learn her stepsister still lived, the Queen commanded her Huntsman to find the Princess—and bring back her heart.

❦

A Small Provincial Town

Sunshine spilled over the distant hills, golden and glowing as it reflected along the Winding River and woke the quiet little village nestled there beside the Forbidden Forest.

Why it was forbidden, Lily had no idea; it had simply been that way—dark, still, seemingly untouched—for as long as she could remember.

Of course, there were those who spoke of legends about dangerous packs of wolves prowling the Forest and eating any person who dared venture too deep into the wood, and maybe they were true; from the cottage she called home on the outskirts of town, near the Forest’s edge, Lily had often heard the distant, eerie howls of wolves at night.

But the Forest was also where she’d learned how to use her bow; where she gathered herbs and flowers that didn’t grow in their own garden; where she sometimes rode, careful not to venture beyond where the trees turned dense, and she could inhale the crisp, almost stinging scent of pine in her nose.

Something about the Forest called to her; it always had.

With a sigh and a shake of her head, Lily forced her gaze away from the beckoning trees and resumed her daily walk into the village.

🌲🏰🕯🥀

[cutting it off there before I copy/paste the whole damn file]

[stay tuned!]

#missgryffin writes #spoilers / sneak peek ahead!#very excited about what I'm working on at the moment #🥰#as old as time

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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Hi hi!

I wanted to make a request if that’s alright.

Could you write a Damien x DA Reader fic about there being a power outage because of a rainstorm in City Hall? Barely anyone came into work that day because of the storm, but of course, The Mayor and the District Attorney are hard at work. Just cute fluff of them passing the time? Maybe a sprinkle of the DA being afraid of thunder? ^v^

-🤍

Spill

First off, I wanna apologize for how long this was sitting in my inbox. I'm doing better ish, so I had some energy to write. This idea is super cute!, and I hope I did it justice.

Damien x GN!Reader, TW: fire Words: 458

Storms had always bothered you a little, but living in an area that rained constantly made that you kinda had to get used to them. Did you like them any better? No. But it is what you signed up for when you became the district attorney for this area.

And it means that there’s still work to be done, even if the weather is dreary outside. Damien and you had decided to work in the same office today, the fireplace roaring as you worked at the desks in his office, mirroring one another. The power flickers, which nearly makes you drop your coffee mug, but his glance up at you calms your nerves. “Are you alright, my dear?” “I’m fine, thank you. It’s just- storms make me nervous. That’s all.” “I don’t blame you, this one seems to be rather violent tonight. I’m hoping that we’ll be able to go home before the power goes out if this keeps up.” “Me too, frankly.” You both chuckle and return to your work, a blanket around your shoulders to help beat back the cold that the fireplace doesn’t steer off. Damien had given it to you after you had gotten sick once, and you usually keep it in your office so you avoid catching a cold that way again.

A roll of thunder makes you jump, spilling coffee onto your paperwork as you huff, standing up so you can try and sop it up as quickly as possible. “I don’t think you were quite telling me the whole truth, darling…” Damien moves over to your desk, his hand resting over yours as he notices it shaking. He’s slow in his movements, but gradually encloses your hand in his, holding it still as you visibly shake. “We can finish this another day.” “We still have work to do! We don’t need to stop because of me!” “Darling, we’re not stopping because you’re scared, we’re stopping because I’m the mayor, and I’m saying we’re done.” He walks around your desk, wrapping his other arm around your shoulders as he leads you over to the couch. You rest your head on his shoulder as he stokes the fire, then putting the kettle on top of the fire stove to make you both more of your beverages. He leaves you briefly to move the record player closer, turning on one of your favorites as he sits back down with you. “There, and I’m not leaving your side until you’re better.”

“But the thunderstorm is supposed to last all night!”

“I do not make promises I don’t intend on keeping, my dear.”

You smile, which prompts him to take your chin in his hand and place a kiss on your forehead.

“There’s my little monster~”

#damien #wkm damien #damien x reader #damien markiplier #wkm damien x reader #mayor damien x reader #gn!reader #meek mayor #chaoswrites

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chevvy-yates · 11 months

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WIP Saturday

got tagged by @morganlefaye79. thank you <3

I feel like sharing a WIP today so yeah I made it WIP Saturday! Hope you guys don't mind. :P the ones I tag can still post it next Wednesday if the have something to share. Also no pressure! @dreamskug, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @wraithsoutlaws @ugh-my-back, @kittenchrissy, @gloryride, @theviridianbunny, @humberg, @wanderingaldecaldo and @itzsassha <3

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Since I put a lot of thoughts onto my own personal VxV ship a.k.a. Ry'n'Thy and Enzolino and Jay-Jay is thriving lately as well I feel like ArkixVijay has been pushed waaaay to much into the background. So this WIP is dedicated to them!

I'm currently getting the last bits for Vijay's npv together so he can be made into one as well that soon Arki and him can be together, too. <3 I can't find my screenshot anymore but it should be close to a year when I asked @nervouswizardcycle what she thinks about Arki and Vijay having a thing going bc we used to tease each other in a deleted server about our boys in our vp. I still know how it felt like asking her (ffs I didn't even know her at all!) and when she agreed it was like "Whaaaaaat so easy?" and then she throw Arki literally at me and I ain't seen anything coming, literally unpredictable — both of them — but so exciting! And everything started to go wild.

Wild as in I started rp for the first time (and I'm still super bad at answering fast). But also wild as in my boy Vijay started from being a nobody to develop to a real character. Wild as in I created Ry (okay he was planned long before but still it let to me creating him faster than I've wanted and now I love him to friggin' bits), Thyjs and Jaysen afterwards — all tied together in this awesome story asdfghsdf. And together we worked out out more, constructed more comple thing around the core story. We still have to write a lot thanks to me being so bad at rp once again.

So I want to share a snippet of a finished rp part where I turned our writing into a readable fic form. It's a scenery-snip at the No-Tell-Motel that literally started it all what is now and coming in the future:

Arki barely reacts, raising his eyebrows, smiling a little more as he drinks his next round. He noticed the meaning of this question. Just a little more. Both of them were obviously playing to get each other aroused here, that was for sure. It was only a matter of time how far this would go on. But V likes it. it was challenging, different compared to the usual flings he’s had. That man was an unread book to him he suddenly wanted to soak in like reading a bestselling thriller shard. “Since we are alone here, you were just in a runners suit. That’s hard to forget,” Arki adds. That felt almost naked. “I love the colors, but it’s not giving any protection. Just visual distraction. It won’t stop bullets or blades.” As soon as Arki mentions V’s clothes choice, V raises one eyebrow. He takes a new sip of whiskey, feels the smooth liquid burn as it goes down his throat. "Agreed. Ain’t very protective. But like you said: distraction. Seemed to work on ya as well with you talkin’ so stoked ‘bout it.” V decides to give Arki another smirk then gets serious again. “‘Course ya right. I usually stay in the back, though. Rest of my team’s up front. A runner ain’t no good in there.” He made a pause to lean a bit forward to grab some further spice. “‘Sides, wore a jacket over it to feel not completely — unprotected and exposed.” His last word ended in a mere mumble. His eyes move to fixate Arki’s lips for a moment. What do they taste like? Blood, ironish with a salty flavor? Or maybe like a red dragon fruit, slightly sweet? he wonders, licking his lips subconsciously. Suddenly they look so glossy in the dim light, inviting and kissable to him.

Yet still, V restrains and instead leans back again, his look shortly moving over to the tv, he’s not even interested in. The corner of his eye catches the empty bed. He continues to nip on his whiskey, curious what Arki’s going to do next. Arki ignores the spicy snack as if he doesn’t want this heat somewhere wrong, but licks his lips ready to answer. “In combat, support and runners are the first priority to deal with. But indeed — it worked on me. Not gonna hide that.” Arki has no idea how a netrunner like Vijay can be so dangerously sexy. “You are already here, so—” Arkis begins anew. Those mixed signals here running down his spine and skin, definitely must mean something. He said it his own way. Pushing the limit. “About further plan —” he goes on, downing the rest of his drink, leaving the glass on the table now leaning towards the ginger man. “I mentioned some proper time together not long ago. After today’s situation left you wind up, wanting to let it go. Don’t you feel it?” Cards on table choom! Vijay cocks his head a little at Arki’s request about feeling wind up because of the risky action situation earlier. But no, V didn’t feel wind up in any way after today, instead he just feels his arousement rising steadily, the other man's presence is causing since he arrived here. He chooses to say nothing for the moment. Meanwhile the red-haired man chose to stand up, fingers reaching the harness about to take it off. “This shower here in the room.” His head nods towards the completely open accessible shower area right next to the bed. “Why is it here when there’s another one in the separate bathroom?” Arki gallantly throws the question into the room, making V risking a look at it as well while he newly refills his tumbler. Funny idea, to build a shower this way. Is the first that comes to V’s mind. It looks somewhat like a fish tank to him, but in the shape of an oversized vase. Arki’s smooth voice gets his attention again. “It took me some time to get why.” He holds the harness in his hands now, fingers playing a little with it. “And ever since I wanted to use it in the right way — don’t mind me if I do?” The man’s request sounded playfully. In the next moment Vijay sees the harness fly almost carelessly discarded next to him onto the couch and Arki moving slowly towards the shower taking off his turtle neck shirt. Hot shower instead of the bed, huh? Nice choice. V leans back watching Arki with delight, as the man slowly removes his clothes in a delicate way, hands moving to his belt in the most erotic and cocky way Steyr hasn’t seen in a while. Bet you’re also a sexy dancer, Vijay thinks biting his bottom lip now, eyes observing the man’s interesting and now revealed tattoo decorating his upper back. “Mmm, I don’t mind. Do as you please — as long as you don’t mind I finish my refill, watchin’ you gettin’ wet?” V counter questions shamelessly now, feeling the heat bottling up smoothly in his middle. The imagination alone makes him want to remove his own clothes and follow-up Arki instantly – he had liked to shower before anyway – still he chooses to let Arki wait.

#cyberpunk 2077 #wip saturday #shippy saturday #oc: vijay steyr #also oc:#Arki #otp: spiced paprika #nsft #they are so spicy right from the start therefore we have their ship named spiced paprika yes #red and ginger fox <3 #u know they met 3x - barely talking and knowing each other and it gets haaaawwwwttt

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I'm here to toss my hat into the "I can't believe you made me ship this and cry over it" ring, it was emotionally devastating. The comic got me curious and then when I saw the word count of your series I thought to myself "there's no way there's that much to be said on Finn kissing himself" but boy was I proven INCORRECT. I really appreciate how you took Fern and fleshed him out into such a developed, deeply dimensional character, how you handled him being a demon, how you turned the grass demon into a real character of its own and how you explained its motivations and the effect that had on Fern/why they snapped. The 0 to 60 fight or flight response that gave me a pit in my stomach at parts was so potent. Oh, and the nasty crying!? My sleeve was actually soaked because I didn't want to stop reading to get tissues. I had to put my phone down and walk circles in my living room after reading the older Finn/HW scene. It saddens me that you've crafted this novel length fanfic with such care for a selfcest ship because it deserves so much more attention than it'll get, and I'd love to recommend it to people but they'd look at me like I've grown a second head while I insist "it's not what you think, I swear!" Okay, I'm gonna stop writing now, sorry lol.

well this isn't intimidating!!!

I'm here to make people cry ig, older pre-wish Finn def needs a hug, your walking in circles is v valid.

ahhhhh fuck what do I say first-- Keep Yourself was fueled by my righteous, fiery anger over the shit deal the show gave Fern, so ty for appreciating what I did to him and all the junk I stacked on his shoulders. I also want to thank you for liking my grass demon! It did way too much unprompted good for me to accept that it was purposefully malicious, so that was something I felt was p necessary. And dw about the "not getting attention" thing, it's a sweet sentiment but whether ten or ten thousand people read my fic I'm stoked :)) attention is nice and I love the comments people leave me but that's all just extra cherries on the sundae that is getting it out of my brain and onto a screen lol. I had a lot of fun writing it so if people like reading it then that's more than I could ever ask for!!!!

#asks #keep yourself au #i was gonna include a sketch of myself face down on the floor crying but my eyes arent working so just imagine it instead pls

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landwriter · 1 year

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💌 and 💞 for the fic writer asks

Thank you!

💞What's the most important part of a story for you? The plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language For sure it's the characters! Obviously all parts are important but it's the relationships and development of characters that really drives me up the wall and gives me the brainworms that make me write. Stylistic elements are also dearly beloved, and I don't think I could ever share anything that didn't feel, to me, like I'd written it the way it needed to be written in terms of language - the sound and feeling and pacing of it, I guess? I spend WAY too much time polishing language. Like, plot is the plot, worldbuilding is the worldbuilding, pacing is pacing, but god help me if I do not have the right-feeling adjective. Finding good sentences gives me so much joy.

💌Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! Starting to flesh out possibilities and plans for an ambitious WIP that I think technically will constitute a Gothic mystery? Never thought I'd be writing Gothic fiction or a mystery. I don't have a clue what I'm doing but I'm v stoked. Creeping unease, increasing claustrophobia and dread, things aren't what they seem, etc etc. The past haunting the present! Also because it's me there is still of course the theme of The Power Of True Love etc which - lit majors correct me - is not an element of Gothic fiction hahaha. But very very excited for this one!

#asks #let's get real writer asks #coming up with spooky deets for that wip is SO much fun lmao #i have the most labrador-retriever-enthusiastic notes for it #v much looking forward to getting to spend six paragraphs describing a staircase #and other gothic hallmarks #the monster is....the failed vibe check #(and also urself???)#hm i should've studied lit

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circa-specturgia · 1 year

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"It's as good as."

Who would have guessed, more fluff! This time a bit of stuff between the whole cast. Why am I only writing fluff these days? Cause I needed a break from the 5k smut I'm working on don't worry about it. Anyways. Enjoy some softness between the cast on their evening after a long day.

A sleepy hand rose to stoke the embers slowly dying in the fireplace, as Cas put his thumb and middle finger together, rubbing them with a flick. The flames answered him, glowing brighter, illuminating the pile of people gathered around the couch in the manors grand hall.

Everyone’s rooms were heated, sure, but, they’d preffered each others company, gathering around the sofa some two hours ago or so, near midnight, talking quietly, without much energy to spare after the long day, exchanging stories, ideas, dreams… Cyril and Adira told them of a few of their travels, V recounting myths of old, though they weren’t sure if they’d been joking at the off-handed mention that their tales were fact, not fiction.

At the foot of the couch, sitting on the tilework mosaic masterpiece floor was Ciro, his wings wrapped around Tamara to his right, and Alix to his left. A blanket thrown over them covered feathers who’s gold shimmered in the shifting light. The warmth inside the cuddle having lulled all three into a deep sleep, the two resting on the Æris’ broad chest. They looked calm.

They’d been quietly bickering about something, as they nodded off, though it’d been a familiar kind of sibling disagreement that they’d all grown fond of and used to.

Adira and Cyril had been half-arguing, half-debating some points too, now both asleep, Adira having climbed into Cyri’s lap at one point or other. They’d both been too tired to hide their affection, their gentle thumb rubs not going unnoticed to the others, but certainly going unmentioned.

V sat on the corner of the couch away from the center taken up by the two mentors, one leg tucked up, slumped over and sleeping calmly. A haze of a nebula faded in around his head like a crown, little twinkling stars gently shining from within. The usual furrowed brow and neutrally annoyed expression had eased back into simply neutral, relaxed, the sparkling floating stars like firelights filling the room.

Shadows shifted ever so slightly wrapped around both him and Mask as they made a contented sleepy noise, head tilting on his chest. They’d summoned them sometime a while ago, replacing the blankets with their own, much warmer spreading to the rest of the couch not much later, draped around the shoulders of Adira and Cyril, across V’s lap, slipping under the cuddles at the foot of the sofa to keep them off the floor. When they’d gotten so caring to the others, Cas couldn’t tell, but it made him smile nonetheless.

It’d been an exhausting day, they’d gotten back bruised, sweaty, dirty and tired, but after showers, and trying to sleep they’d all eventually found each other wandering down to the hall, and talking.

Was this what ‘home’ felt like…?

After a moment’s contemplation, he decided that whether or not it was, it felt as good as, and that was more than enough.

Waving his hand once more, tending to the flames, he tucked it back into the shadowy blankets, extending his heat to the room to contented sighs of deeper sleep, himself closing his eyes and letting the comfort take him.

Hope you enjoyed! ✨

Taglist? Taglist! ✨ Thanks to all these wonderful people for supporting me and giving me the inspiration and motivation to write!

@bloodlessheirbyjacques @athenswrites @magefaery @muddshadow @awritingcaitlin @pinespittinink @tryingtimi @jessica-writes22 @the-void-writes @peachy-ciel @queensummer @agrimedena-drax✨

#circa specturgia #wip.circa specturgia #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #writing community #lots of fluff #fluff

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dumdumsun · 2 years

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Break and Mend

A/N: Welcome back! Thank you so much for all the love and support "Lost and Found" received! I'm so proud of it and how far it's come. This sequel has been a blast to write, Season 2 is my favorite season, so I was so stoked to finally start writing for it. I will warn you now that chapters for this fic will be long. I got v passionate about this! Anyway, I don't know what else to say other than thank you again and enjoy this first chapter ❤️❤️

Warnings: very brief mentions of prostitution

Word Count: 4629

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Chapter One: MADMAX

“Eleven. Eleven twenty-five. Eleven fifty. Eleven seventy-five. Twelve.”

Quarter after quarter thunked onto the desk belonging to Doc Wheeler as she muttered her counting to herself. She was nearly reaching the end of her piggy bank by this point and she was becoming quite proud of the amount of money she managed to make. “Twelve twenty-five. Twelve fifty. Twelve seventy-five. Thirteen. Thirteen-”

“Gator Bait, do you copy? This is Rug Bug.”

“Shit!” She banged her hands onto her desk in frustration. Glancing over at the walkie on her bed, she huffed and stood to her feet before shuffling over to it. That would have marked the second time she had lost count and she was willing to just skip the counting and take a guess.

“Gator Bait, do you copy? This is Rug Bug calling in.”

A soft smile on her face, Doc picked up her walkie and stared at it for a bit, letting the voice continue on in its attempts to get her to answer.

“Gator Bait… this is Rug Bug. Are you there?”

Returning to her desk, Doc sat back down with a chuckle.

“(Y/N)...?”

“This is Gator Bait. What’s your haul, Rug Bug?” She answered, running her free hand through the new length of her hair she had grown out over the past year.

“Why do we have code names if you only answer to your real name?”

“Because it’s cute listening to you say the names. Now, what’s your haul?”

It went quiet for a bit before the voice answered, “I’m counting. You?”

“Well, I was counting, too, but you made me lose track.”

“Sorry…” The voice quietly chuckled. Her heart warmed at the sound despite it battling with the crackling of their walkie connection. “What number do you remember leaving off on?”

Doc let out a slow breath as her (e/c) eyes roamed over the coins grouped on her desk. “Uh… Like, thirteen-something?” She shrugged even though the voice couldn’t see it.

“Thirteen?! That’s all from you selling hats?”

“Will, when I said I was starting a business, I meant I was starting a business,” She dumped the remainder of her quarters with the rest before swiping them all off of her desk and into the bag she held at the edge. “Whatever, thirteen-something is more than enough.” She muttered to herself.

“I still can’t believe you made that much. You’re so dedicated.”

She scoffed and reached her arm out to the walkie to answer. “It’s nothing. I make stuff all the time. Now I’m just… making money off of it.”

“When will you start selling shirts and dresses?”

Doc answered him as she picked up her bag, exiting her room and down the stairs. “Soon. I’ve got the sizing down, I’m just still focusing on my logo. I don’t know if I want it to be ‘Doc’ or some kind of symbol. I’ll figure it out.”

“I know you will.”

“I’ll see you there, okay?”

“See ya, (Y/N).”

Doc pushed down the antenna to her walkie before sitting on the last step of the staircase. Reaching over, she picked up her skates and shoved her feet into them. After the events at Hawkins Middle School with Dr Martin Brenner and his people, Doc’s yellow skates had mysteriously gone missing. She knew for a fact that she had left them in the cafeteria when the kids had to up and run, but when the police went back to retrieve them for her, there was no sign of them. Not in any classrooms, not in her locker. Nowhere.

This upset Doc immensely. She had gone about two months without skating until Will, her savior, gifted her the best Christmas present she could have asked for that year. Her new pair of skates, while not yellow and a little big for her (Will was ashamed that he couldn’t find any yellow ones or any in her size in which he could afford), Doc treasured them. Even more so than the first pair, all because they were from Will.

She all but leapt for joy and into his arms when he presented them to her with a big cheesy smile. The boy was met with a big, wet kiss on both his cheeks in thanks. Doc could still remember how red his face had gotten. Of course, he had blamed it on the cold air.

And because of the icy and snowy climate, Doc had to wait another couple months before she could begin skating once again. She had always taken a break during the winter since she was absolutely terrified of attempting ice skating, but with the added time devoid of roller skates, the springtime had been her time to break out the new pair. Of course, Karen and Ted couldn’t complain about the amount of time their daughter had spent out by herself; she had grown unhappy in the winter and they were pleased to see her as her usual self once again.

And indeed, Doc had gained back her cheeky grin, the pep in her step and the lilt in her voice. But she had also become more alert. She sometimes jumped at certain sounds, she lacked a good night’s sleep due to nightmares, and she swore she was beginning to see and hear things. A voice at night, as soon as she drifted off to sleep, would whisper her name into her ear until she’d shoot up awake. Even then, she would not leave her bed to open her door.

It had been a year now that she had gotten over her fear of being in closed off spaces. Every night, she forced herself to sleep in her dark and silent room, no crack of her door allowing the light from the hallway to seep in. She already assured her family that she could do this, and while they all understood if she couldn’t, she wanted to prove it to them.

She wanted to prove to herself that she was moving on.

As Doc began lacing up her other skate, she could hear the thumping of footsteps on the stairs behind her. Rolling her eyes, she scooted closer to the edge so as to not get trampled by her siblings.

“Mike!” Nancy screamed as she chased her brother down the stairs. “Get back here!”

As Mike shoved past Doc, his foot accidentally kicked over her bag of quarters, sending the coins scattering across the floor. “Dammit, Mike!” She gasped, dropping down to gather them back into the bag.

“Hey. No running in the house.” Ted called out to Mike and Nancy as they ran through the kitchen.

“What is going on?!” Karen shouted after them. Meanwhile, still in front of the staircase, Doc quietly muttered to herself and she steadily got to her feet with her bag in hand. With a growl of an exhale, she skated through the kitchen, waving to her parents and little sister as she went. “(Y/N), no skates in the house! And be careful out there!”

Once Doc was outside, she could see that Nancy was still chasing Mike, who was now hurriedly biking down the road. Nancy stopped abruptly when she realized it was no use in following. “Asshole!” She shouted, raising her arms up in exasperation and disbelief. Not a second later, Doc was at her side.

“What did he do this time?” She huffed.

“He stole from me. God, he’s been more of an asshole than usual lately.” Nancy shook her head and began walking back to the house. Doc watched her go with a saddened expression. All three of the older Wheeler siblings had changed from a year ago following the events of Eleven’s disappearance.

Nancy had been down since finding out her best friend, Barbara Holland, had died after being taken by the Demogorgon and into the Upside Down. She had been blaming herself for leaving Barb alone the night she was taken and took it upon herself to check in on Barb’s parents when she could. But it seemed her boyfriend, Steve, was keeping her in better spirits than she could’ve asked for.

Mike was a different story, though. After finding out about her powers, Mike had been just a bit standoffish towards Doc. Not in any way that had been obvious; he still included her in group hangouts and she played D&D regularly with the Party, but their sibling time had been cut shorter and shorter as time went by. Doc knew it was partially because Mike was keeping himself in the basement every single night, sitting in El’s old fort and trying to find the girl through his walkie.

Doc also knew that the other reason was because she had lost some of Mike’s trust in her. She had never told him about her powers and where she had come from (though knowledge of the latter was limited), and that somewhat hurt him. The two had always, always been honest with each other and she had kept a huge secret from him for years.

And while he could understand why she never told him, he still felt somewhat betrayed by his sister.

It also didn’t help that Mike was extremely emotional about El’s disappearance. He cared deeply for the girl and she quite literally vanished with nothing but black ashes in her wake. But Doc couldn’t get a word out of him about that situation. He would just brush her off and leave her to her own devices.

She couldn’t really blame him, she supposed she would do the same if she were him. It just pained her to know that she put a strain on their relationship by being dishonest. However, she knew he still loved her, otherwise he would’ve given up on her entirely. So, she had to hold onto that and keep moving forward.

By the time Doc caught up with her brother, Lucas had joined Mike’s side and they were now on their way to Dustin’s. When she silently reached them, Lucas grinned at her. “What took you so long?”

“Mike kicked over my haul, so I got a little behind.” She answered, shooting a look at her brother, who only shrugged.

“Sorry…”

“So, what’s your count?” Lucas asked as they neared the Henderson residence. Doc lifted up her bag and hummed as she assessed the bottom of it that hung low with the weight of the coins.

“About… thirteen-something.”

“Thirteen?!”

After picking up Dustin, the four were off to the arcade. Pulling into the parking lot, Doc waited by the rack as the boys parked their bikes. As they did so, a familiar car pulled up near them, honking their horn.

Turning around, the four saw that it was Will and his mom. Joyce had become more protective than ever over Will since he returned home from the Upside Down. He now had a very strict curfew and he wasn’t allowed to walk or bike anywhere. At least, not without Jonathan or Joyce with him.

From within the car, Will sent Doc a smile, causing her stomach to do flips as she returned the expression. After speaking with his mom for a bit, Will exited the car. Immediately, the two rushed over to each other, their hands finding a place in one another. “Hey.” Doc grinned as they moved toward the entrance.

“Hey. I-I like your hair clip. Is that new?”

“Oh,” Her hand instinctively reached up to the yellow flower clip in her hair, her face heating up. “Yeah, it is. Thanks.”

As the duo passed the boys, Will opening the door for the giggling Doc, they all rolled their eyes at them.

“They’re so gross.”

“Seriously.”

“Get a room, honestly.”

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“To slay the dragon, use the magic sword.”

The animated woman of the Dragon’s Lair game breathily spoke. The Party was gathered around the machine, watching as Dustin played. “Oh, Jesus! I’m in uncharted territory here, guys.”

“Down! Down! Down!”

“I’m going! I’m going!”

The four shouted to Dustin as his fingers smashed on buttons. As the game intensified, the kids’ shouting became insistent. Dustin’s smile slowly fell as he became more irritated with them. “I’m going! I’m going! I’m going! Okay. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” He screamed, continuing to smash down on the buttons. However, the music that signaled his defeat soon played, causing him to start taking his anger out on the machine. “No! No! No! I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!”

“You’re just not nimble enough,” Lucas calmly spoke. “But you’ll get there one day. But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine.”

“Whatever. I’m still tops on Centipede and Dig Dug.”

“You sure about that?”

Turning around, the kids were met with Keith, one of the employees of the arcade. He wore a smirk and held a bag of cheese puffs in his hand.

“Sure about what?” Dustin asked. When Keith only responded by shoving a puff in his mouth, Dustin quickly shoved past his friends to another row of machines. “Move! Move!” He exclaimed. After checking Centipede and seeing that he still topped the game in his highscore, he moved towards Dig Dug. “No, no, no, no, no. Hey, no! No! No!”

There on the screen at the top of the highscores was a player named MADMAX, holding a score of-

“751,300 points!” Will gasped.

“That’s impossible.” Mike shook his head in disbelief.

“Well, clearly not.” Doc chuckled. Dustin shot her an annoyed look before turning to Keith, who had followed them out of amusement.

“Who is Mad Max?”

“Better than you.”

“Is it you?” Will asked.

Keith scoffed. “You know I despise Dig Dug.”

“Then who is it?” Doc raised her brows, now standing between Will and Mike.

“Yeah, spill it, Keith!”

“You want information, then I need something in return.” His disgusting smile made its way to the Wheeler siblings. Dustin, Lucas and Will turned their attention to them, Doc’s face contorting to disgust as Mike was completely shocked at the implication.

“Absolutely not!”

“No, no, no. No way! You’re not getting a date with her.”

“Guys, come on. Just get him the date.” Lucas tried to reason.

“Hell no!”

“We’re not prostituting our sister!”

“But it’s for a good cause.”

Dustin stopped the argument. “No, don’t get him the date. Know what? He’s gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to your whole family, then Doc’ll spread it to the Byers.”

“What?!”

Keith’s smirk dropped. “Acne isn’t a rash and it isn’t contagious, you prepubescent wastoid!”

“Oh, I’m a wastoid? She wouldn’t go on a date with you. You make, like, what? $2.50 an hour?”

“Nice perm.”

“Gonna make fun of my hair?”

Doc watched the argument with a smile, crossing her arms in amusement. She turned to see what Will’s reaction was, but her smile dropped when she saw he wasn’t there anymore. Turning around, she didn’t see him anywhere near them. From the glass doors of the exit, she could see the distant figure of Will standing in the parking lot. Without a word to her friends, Doc made her way outside. Once outside, she could see that Will stood there, staring up at the sky in silence. “Will?!” She called out.

Startled, Will snapped his head to her, eyes wide in terror. “(Y/N)?! H-How did we get here?!”

“What…?” Doc frowned in confusion. Will began to stumble his way toward her, but the closer he got to her, the more her stomach began to twist and the harsher the bile in her throat began to rise. “Y-You just walked out here, Will. Are you okay?” When he was close enough, she reached her hand out, gently touching his arm.

If Doc had blinked, she would have missed the very quick flash of a different setting. She couldn’t make out much of it, but it was dark, it was cold, and Will was still staring at her with those wide eyes before everything was back to normal. The two stared at each other in confused silence before a voice sounded from the entrance.

“Hey. Stop sucking face and get back in here.”

Flinching, they quickly turned to Mike, who stared at them with narrowed eyes. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah. I just… needed some air. (Y/N) wanted to come with me.”

“Come on,” Mike walked up to Will and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling the boy with him. “You’re up on Dig Dug.” Without so much as a glance to his sister, Mike led Will back into the arcade, the boy’s eyes stuck on Doc’s. Even when they were inside and she stood alone in the parking lot, Doc couldn’t find it in herself to move.

Eventually, she had to, though. She had to keep moving forward. So, with a shuddering breath, Doc glided back into the arcade. She made it a point to steer clear of her friends and find something else to do just for a bit. She soon found herself in front of a crane machine, stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes pressed up against the glass. A small smile making its way onto her face, Doc decided to station herself there.

By the time she had regrouped with her friends again, they had moved onto another game. Dustin looked up at her from where he was watching Mike play. “Where’ve you been?”

“Crane.”

“Don’t tell me you wasted your money on that piece of shit, Doc.”

“Hey it wasn’t for me,” She smiled and walked up to Will, presenting to him a blue plush bug, its several legs dangling as she held it out to him. “For you, Rug Bug.”

Will’s grin widened as his face darkened with a blush. “T-Thanks, Gator Bait.” He chuckled, gently taking it from her. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Dustin and Lucas heavily sighed in annoyance.

The following day at school, opening his locker, Will scanned the inside for anything he needed. A bashful smile crept onto his face at the photo booth strip of he and Doc, taped just beside a drawing of his. Moving his gaze up, he caught sight of a piece of paper that had to have been slipped into his locker by someone else.

Taking it into his hands, he saw that it was a newspaper article about him after he had returned home. The picture of him had his eyes x’ed out by marker, the words ZOMBIE BOY written just beside the photo. His skin crawling, he looked around at any sign of the culprit.

“Hey, Will.”

Jumping a bit, Will slammed his locker shut and turned to see Doc standing there with a smile on her face. “O-Oh… Hi, (Y/N).”

“Sorry about that… What’s that?”

“Huh?” He glanced down at the paper in his hands before hurriedly crumpling it up before she could see. Little did he know, Doc had already gotten a good look at it and was now internally fuming at whoever had been behind it. “It’s nothing…”

“Okay,” She nodded, not wanting to force him to talk about what she already was aware of. “Let’s go to class?”

“Y-Yeah.” He smiled, grabbing a hold of her hand before the two made their way down the hallway.

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“Meet the human brain,” Mr Clarke set a model of a brain down on his desk for the students to see. Unlike the rest of the students, the Party grinned up at their teacher, eyes sparkling with curiosity and wonder, genuinely interested in everything he was saying. Except for Will. The boy stared down at his desk in unease. “I know. I know, it doesn’t look like much. A little gross even, right? But consider this. There are a hundred billion cells inside of this miracle of evolution. All working as one. No, no, I did not misspeak. I did not stutter. A hundred billion.”

The sound of the door opening and closing caught everyone’s attention. Their principal walked in with a girl. Her red hair was what drew Doc’s eyes first, then it was the freckles decorating her face.

“This must be our new student.”

“Indeed. All yours.” The principal nodded before exiting the room. Without a word, the girl attempted to walk to the back of the classroom, but Mr Clarke stopped her.

“Alright, hold up. You don’t get away that easy. Come on up, don’t be shy,” He directed her back to his side, where she begrudgingly returned. “Dustin, drum roll.”

Closing his book, Dustin drummed his hands upon the hard surface as the girl tried to awkwardly hide her face from everyone.

“Class, please welcome, all the way from sunny California, the latest passenger to join us on our curiosity voyage, Maxine!”

Dustin ended his drum roll.

“It’s Max.”

“Sorry?”

“Nobody calls me Maxine. It’s Max.”

Lucas widened his eyes at his friends. “Mad Max.”

“Well, all aboard, Max.” Mr Clarke smiled. And with that, Max began to make her way to the back of the room. The four boys turned in their seats in order to watch her every move, staring in shock. Even when she sat down and caught their stares, they hadn’t yet looked away. Doc, still turned forward, glared at the boys out of the corner of her eye.

“Stop staring, weirdos.” She quietly snapped, the boys quickly doing as they were told and turning forward again. Later on, the four boys all stood behind the gate of the baseball dugout behind the school, watching as Max skateboarded.

“There’s no way that’s Mad Max.” Mike spoke.

“Yeah, girls don’t play video games,” Will frowned, but rapidly blinked upon thinking of Doc. “W-Well, (Y/N) does, but she’s different.”

“She’s not good at them.”

“She still plays them, though.”

“Well even if she was good at them, you can’t get 750,000 points on Dig Dug. It’s impossible.”

“But her name is Max.” Lucas stared longingly at the redheaded girl.

“So what?”

“So, how many Maxes do you know?”

“I don’t know.”

“Zero. That’s how many.”

Dustin nodded. “She shows up at school the day after someone with her same name breaks our top score. I mean, are you kidding me?”

“Exactly. So, she’s gotta be Mad Max. She’s gotta be.”

“And plus, she skateboards, so she’s pretty awesome.”

Mike frowned at him. “Awesome? You haven’t even spoken a word to her.”

“I don’t have to. Doc skates and she’s pretty freakin’ awesome. Maybe it’s just something about girls with wheels.”

“Where is Doc?” Will scanned the area for his girlfriend.

“Ah, shit.”

“God…”

“What is she doing?”

Catching sight of the girl, the boys saw that she was now talking with Max, the two girls skating around each other. Max was practicing kick flips as Doc skated backwards, simultaneously talking to her. “I like your skateboard.”

“Uh… thanks?”

“You know, it’s nice having another skater girl around here. Someone who can keep up with me,” Stopping abruptly, Doc stuck her hand out. “(Y/N) Wheeler.”

Doc was afraid that Max would simply scoff and walk away, leaving her to look like a fool in front of everyone, but thankfully, Max took her hand and stiffly shook it before going back to skating. “So, you know the four stalkers?”

Fully aware that her friends were indeed watching them, Doc sighed out. “Well, one’s my brother and another’s my boyfriend.”

“Yikes. I feel sorry for you.”

“Eh, they’re not all bad. They’re actually pretty cool.”

“Really? Because they seem pretty weird to me.”

“Yeah… They are. But it’s endearing.” Doc chuckled, watching as Max began writing on a piece of paper that she hadn’t even noticed she had in the first place. Afterwards, Max tucked her skateboard under her arm and walked towards the stairs. Doc quickly began to follow. “Hey, uh… So, I’ll see you around?”

Max climbed the stairs before dropping the now crumpled paper into the trashcan below. “Yeah. See you around, Wheeler.”

“See ya, Mad Max.” She winked. Max gave Doc a very small curve of her lips before heading inside. As soon as the girl entered the building, Doc could hear the rapid footsteps of her friends rushing towards her. Turning around, she was met with the sight of Dustin bent over the trash can, rummaging around for the paper Max dropped inside as the other three boys stood in front of him as cover from wandering eyes. “You guys are unbelievable.”

“Well, what did you two talk about? Did you find out if she was Mad Max?” Lucas crossed his arms with a raised brow.

“Uh, isn’t it obvious that she’s Mad Max? And no, we didn’t talk about that. There are other things for girls to talk about, Lucas. Besides, I was genuinely trying to make a friend.”

“And?”

“Well, she smiled, so-”

“Got it! There we go.” Dustin pulled himself out of the trash. The boys huddled in order to read what the paper said:

“Stop spying on me CREEPS.”

Doc snorted into her hand before they turned to glare at her. She just shrugged. “I’m sorry, but you weirdos had it coming.”

“William Byers,” The principal approached the group. “Your mother’s here.”

Any trace of happiness on Will’s face washed away into the usual hollow look he had nowadays. At the shift in mood, Doc skated over to him. “I’ll go with, okay?” She whispered, their hands clasping as Will silently nodded at her in response.

There had always been times when Doc walked-- skated down the hallways at school and she could have sworn that everyone was staring at her. That they all knew what she was trying to keep hidden, that they thought she was a freak. Of course, those had just been her insecurities telling her that everyone was out to get her.

But she knew everyone was staring at them. Moreso, at Will.

Hand-in-hand, the two walked with their principal down the hallway. Every single student they passed stopped what they were doing and stared at Will with judging looks, most of their eyes had traveled down to the clasped hands of the couple and then the look in their eyes would gain some disgust. At this, Doc’s hand would always tighten around Will’s. A reminder that she was there for him, that these kids shouldn’t matter to him. She was right here.

Exiting through the front, they were met with Joyce, who leaned against her car, smoking a cigarette. Upon seeing her son, she straightened up and excitedly waved at him. Will weakly waved back with his free hand as they descended the stairs. When they approached Joyce, the woman warmly smiled at Doc. “Hey, (Y/N). Thanks for walking with him again.”

“Of course, Mrs Byers.”

“You guys have a good rest of your day,” The principal nodded. “Safe driving.”

Joyce nodded. “Thank you. Bye, (Y/N).”

“Bye,” She and Joyce embraced before Doc turned to Will, bringing him into a hug. “I know it’s scary and I’m sorry. But I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll have the best night of the year.” She whispered in his ear as Will hugged back.

“Yeah… Thanks, (Y/N).” He watched in adoration as she pulled away and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he got into the car with his mother. “Bye.”

“Bye, Will.” She waved, watching as the car pulled off. Taking a deep breath, Doc smiled up at her principal before skating towards the back of the school. As she did, she noticed that Mike, Dustin and Lucas had been watching the whole thing from the side of the school.

Mike looked from where Joyce’s car once was and then to his sister. “How was he?”

Doc shrugged and lowered her head. “Quiet.”

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