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ryuichirou · 2 months

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well now you should share the cast’s reaction to lilia smacking their butts lmao

Yeah I think I have no choice lol the Pandora’s box is open. I don’t know what it is about Lilia that makes us keep coming back to the “he smacks butts” agenda, I guess it just fits since he is a playful grandpa…

The descriptions won’t be long this time, because well there isn’t much to describe, but:

Riddle – he jumps in shock and makes a funny noise. And he is always so stiff, serious and concentrated that doing it to him is kind of fun, because he gets angry... Lilia would’ve done it more often but he doesn’t want to give Riddle too hard of a time for some reason.

Ace – he also jumps and makes a funny noise, and then starts yelling and swearing. Deuce and him both are kind of too easy as targets, almost boring. But Ace will complain about it for a long time after that.

Deuce – pretty much the same as Ace, but when he sees who smacked him, he starts apologising + feels quite embarrassed because of his overreaction…

Trey – he would get startled, but then try to laugh it off and say “why me though?” or something among the lines. He knows that Lilia does this type of stuff, so it was bound to happen sooner or later, but he kind of hoped that it wouldn’t…

Cater – he also hangs out with Lilia often enough to know that he does that, so Cater’s kind of paranoid around him sometimes and tries to block the access to his butt like standing next to the table all casually. If he does get smacked, he’ll just go “oh nooo, poor Kei-kun’s butt”… just like Trey, he really hoped it wouldn’t happen to him :”(

Leona – I don’t know if Lilia would smack him, it would probably be reckless in terms of politics lol But if he did, Leona would be so shocked that he would either get super mad and hide somewhere mumbling to himself, or somehow get amused by that.

Ruggie – he would jump and yelp and then get pissed off… why are all the senpais in this school such creeps… please leave this guy alone…

Jack – his tail and his ears get stiff in a very funny way, his hair stands up as if he just got electrocuted, and his butt clenches visibly. He doesn’t expect this type of treatment, so he’s never prepared for that. Then he’ll get mad and turn around to bark at the culprit, but see Lilia and get confused because he can’t act disrespectfully towards him. He’s similar to Deuce in a way… His butt is hard to smack because of the tail...

Azul – he would make a surprised sound, but then close his eyes, breathe deeply, put a smile on his face and tell Lilia that it was a very funny prank, but he would appreciate it a lot of Lilia refrained from doing that to him ever again. He would try so hard to word it in a sickly sweet, polite way, but it would be very obvious to Lilia that he’s pissed… it’s kind of funny how pissed he got…

Floyd – Lilia would get a surprised “uwaah?!” from him, but after that Floyd would either complain about this being annoying, or get angry/playful at the same time and try to smack Lilia right back. He hates being the one who gets smacked, he prefers to be the one who does the smacking!

Jade – he would also politely ask Lilia to not do it, but it would be easier for him not to sound as bitter as Azul. Which doesn’t mean that Jade won’t get annoyed, of course, but ultimately what Lilia did was chaotic enough to be amusing. Still, he would want to smack Lilia back, but not as openly and immediately as Floyd.

Kalim – he would just laugh and say that Lilia is funny… and then try to repeat this prank on Jamil!

Jamil – “oh so this is where Kalim got it from, I should’ve known”. He is disappointed, but not surprised. He would make a small surprised “uh-??” though, so Lilia would like his reaction lol Jamil needs to get spanked more often.

Vil – another person who’s disappointed but not surprised. He doesn’t like being butt-smacked or surprised, but he knows that it’s just Lilia being Lilia. Despite the fact that Vil doesn’t want Lilia to do that, his reaction has this vibe of “is that all?” that Lilia finds very provocative, so he’ll absolutely try to do it again.

Rook – I feel like if Rook gets butt-smacked, he pretty much allowed it, because he would’ve noticed that there is someone lurking in the shadows and watching him. He is a hunter, so he knows how this game works. But he’ll still act surprised and compliment Lilia’s hunting style, thus ruining his desire to prank Rook ever again lol

Epel – his reaction would be so delightful to Lilia. The cute squeal, the jump, the angry blast of unfamiliar swear-words, the realisation that he’s just yelled at Lilia of all people, the innocent eyelash flap, the puppy eyes… such a wide range of emotions. Epel also wouldn’t get over the butt-smack easily, replaying the whole thing in his head over and over again, getting both quietly angry and kind of shy about it. There is a certain fun-loving bone in Epel’s body that got tickled by Lilia doing that.

Idia – one of the butt-smacks that I actually drew lol Idia’s classic: a “HIEEEE-!“. He might rant about how childish it is afterwards, or he might actually be so shocked that he won’t say anything. In any case, he’ll actually enjoy both physical and emotional aspects of this whole thing. But he absolutely won’t admit it.

Ortho – his radar is too strong, so just like with Rook, if Ortho gets smacked, he allowed it. He would probably be nonchalant about it, because it’s not like he feels anything (I don’t think Lilia would even go for him lol), but he might try to act surprised.

Silver – drew this one too! He is almost scarily nonchalant about it, because he is so used to it, but it’s not impossible for Lilia to spook him with a butt-smack and even wake him up when he’s falling asleep while standing. Lilia’s smacks are possibly even kind of comforting to him sometimes, which is…eh…

Sebek – his reaction is similar to Jack’s, but kind of more dramatic lol Even a little bit too dramatic, so Lilia doesn’t usually tease him with butt-smacks.

Malleus – drew this one too~ he is the reason we got this ask hehehe. But Malleus was never spanked by Lilia even as a kid, and even though he would’ve hated that if it had happened, now that he sees that this is Lilia being playful, he really feels left out. Well, he won’t feel left out for long!

#replies #headcanons

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doodle17 · 2 months

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Do you have any headcanon voices for Raz and Co. when their older?

I do! Actually!

I cant really see any other voice for Raz. It just fits him too much to change! Raz himself thought his voice would change at least a little. He was hoping he would start to sound more professional and charismatic, almost Matthew McConaughey-esque. He manages the charisma and professionalism, but he still sounds the same, more similar to Richard Horvitz's regular talking voice. The only thing that really changed is volume, if anything. He tends to project his voice (unintentionally most of the time) and when intentional, it's usually to fit the very comic book style action hero "Stop right there, you fiend!" Voice. He sometimes reverts to sounding like squeaky preteen when nervous. But it makes it really easy to impersonate as a lady when disguised or over a phone call though!

Lili's voice changed a bit, actually. Unlike Raz, her voice actually got deeper.(imagine Lilly from "The Walking Dead" but a little higher and more raspy) Similar to Raz, however, I can't imagine any other voice for her other than her og voice actor, Nikki Rapp (Which is why I used Lilly as an example lol) Her voice does tend to change depending on her mood. Her voice can get hissy and gravelly when angry or frustrated, but she can also get loud, even screechy when panicked (or, if you really piss her off. )

Dogen sounds similar to Josh Gad. LMAO I KNOW but seriously! Idk how to explain it, but he has the right pitch and some other stuff I can't put my finger on.... It just fits to me!

Bobby's voice got deeper, waaay deeper, and a little nasal-y. His lisp is completely gone as well. His voice is pretty gravelly when talking normally, and trying to understand what he's saying when he whispers is tricky. The grit in his voice is seems intentional, almost as if he's doing it on purpose to seem more gruff and intimidating. Despite how deep his voice is, he can get pretty whiney, and similarly to Lili, his voice gets screechy when stressed.

Chloe's voice sounds the same. A little deeper but still raspy, little more pointed and professional. She's pretty good at tricking people into thinking she's a kid on the phone or from a distance.

Clems voice also got deeper, but he very obviously trys to elevate it to sound more perky and young. It makes him very prone to voice cracks, and she gets sore throats more often than one would think. He sounds a little similar Rob Paulson, actually. Imagine if Rob Paulson was trying to do an impression of a perky teen and there you go! He's also still trying to keep up that peppy and encouraging cheer persona, so she tends to shout a lot. His voice can get deep and pointed when angry. I think threatening would be a good word to describe it.

Crystal's is the same, she's definitely more relaxed so her voice isn't as squeaky or high. It can get more wobbly and unstable when she shows literally any emotion.

D'art's voice sounds like Tom Kenny, with a bit of a feminine twang to it. Also full of cynicism and bitterness, but thats always how he's always been.

Elton voice sounds like Johnny Depp doing an awkward/nervous voice (I'll use Victor Vandort as an example). He can also sound very desperate and whiney. He's usually quiet, any attempt on raising his voice usually result in him shrinking back down and becoming mumbly. Of course he can be assertive when needed, and he can project his voice pretty well.

Kitty has a deep and more richer voice. Very particular and pointed. she can go from superiority and poise to crude and sharp in seconds.

Franke's voice is surprisingly deep. She can sound very blunt and gets a little gruff, but she's got charisma and sounds relaxed most of the time. She doesn't raise her voice often, she usually prefers to get her point across with a firmer tone, making her sound more grumble-y and makes it harder to understand what she's saying.

HONORABLE MENTIONS JUST BECAUSE I WANTED TO:

Mirtalas voice starts getting more raspy, similarly to Raz, and Queepie's gets a little more nasal like Frazies! He's bummed about it because he was hoping to get a deep booming voice like his dad

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Hiya bestie, hope your doing well and staying hydrated! My current daydream is a lovely mix of 17. Miscommunication and reader telling Daryl D or Eddie M they are pregnant (angst/comfort vibe) Totally understand of you don't wanna.

Love from a silent follower 🔆

Choosing my man Eddie for this one since an idea immediately popped into my head lmao.

I can't believe he blew me off.

My legs bounce up and down as I watch my front door, waiting and hoping that it flies open any minute now, revealing my boyfriend in all of his late glory. He's never late, not for me and not for Hellfire Club. Those are the two things he holds so dearly to his heart, the two things he would never skip out on and the two things that are never pushed to the back burner.

So where is he?

Claiming he's at Hellfire Club for an impromptu meeting on a Sunday but then forgetting to inform Lucas, Mike and Dustin? They were shocked when I saw them at the grocery store just hours ago when I told them that Eddie had told me that there was a campaign today. I could tell by their fumbling that they weren't telling the truth and immediately trying to cover their asses and Eddie's, their loyal leader.

I hear a car door shut outside, my heart leaping in my chest but my anxiety only increases at the thought of telling him what's actually going on, why I'm so freaked and why I'm so pissed that he's late.

The door opens timidly in front of me, Eddie's sad and sorry smile immediately seen as he kicks off his shoes. "Hi sweetheart." He mumbles, shoulders drooping a bit and he shuts the door, making his way towards me slowly with clasped hands.

"Could've brought me flowers or something to make up for the fact that you're late." I fold my arms over my chest as his face drops, lips parting but I continue. "Ya know, and for blatantly lying to my face."

"L-Lying?" He stumbles, sitting down beside me on the couch, brows pulled together.

"You said you had Hellfire. Well, I saw the three musketeers at the store earlier and they looked like they were going to shit themselves trying to lie for you." I explain with a bitter laugh, nausea churning in my stomach. "If you're lying to me, great. But just like dump me now if you're cheating on me or you plan on continuing to lie to me because I have much bigger fish to fry right now." My voice is stone cold, Eddie's eyes widen a sobering amount as it begins to set in what this conversation is.

"Wait, no. I'm sorry, I did lie." He admits, reaching over to take my hands in his. "It's just really complicated and I don't know how to explain it to y-you. Fuck, if you could just give me like a day to figure it out and talk to some people then-"

"Is it drugs?" I cut him off and he pauses, brows ticking up in confusion. "Did you sell to the wrong person and now you're deep in debt?"

"No, fuck no, I'm not that stupid." He blows out a breath but I don't find any of this funny. What couldn't he tell me? What's too complicated for me, his beyond loyal girlfriend, to understand? "I don't even know how to vaguely explain it to you without fucking it up- um, Hawkins is cursed and there's a very small group of us, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley- you know Robin- and the kids, who actually understand what's going on." My mind spins as I think back to the terrible things this town has been through the last few years, the disappearances, the random killings, the overall weird vibes- it makes sense, but why is Eddie involved. "I just need them to explain it to you. I can't do that especially when you're threatening to dump me if I sound the slightest bit disingenuous." His voice cracks fearfully and I frown, reaching up to run a hand through my hair.

"I'm not just thinking about myself anymore, Eds." My voice quivers as frustrated tears prick at my eyes. "I don't know how to tell you this and I don't want you to be angry, I just-" I cut myself off with a deep breath, pressing my shaking hands into my knees. "I'm pregnant." His face immediately turns a shade of green, but not out of disgust, he's afraid.

"You're-"

"Pregnant. So forgive me for getting mad about you lying to me and being late." His face drops into his hands as he nods, his whole body tense in anxious energy.

"Oh my god. Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, his voice squeaky and I let out a bitter laugh, throwing my arms up.

"I wasn't going to tell you over the phone!" He immediately breaks a bit, laughing embarrassingly as he nods, waving his arms in front of me, brushing off his previous question.

"Right, right." He mutters, scooting closer to me and he pauses, his lips parted in shock as he tries to find the right words to say. I understand that this is a big thing to drop on him, that we both needed comfort and reassurance, but I'm the one who's been holding onto this, worried that he's out there lying and cheating on me. "A-Alright, we'll figure it out." He shrugs breathlessly, squeezing my hands in his.

"After you find a way to explain what's been going on." I add, watching him gulp but a soft smile stretches across my lips, calming his anxiety a bit as his eyes flicker down to look at my belly. Five different emotions pass through his expression at once, almost as if he's trying to prepare himself for the next nine months and so on.

"Yes, right- you're right." He laughs, leaning forward to rest his head on my shoulder. "You still love me?" His question makes me laugh as I wrap an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Get over here. Of course I do."

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#eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic

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ichayalovesyou · 2 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do an imagine between pike/reader as a couple, where they’ve gotten into an argument and are now resolving it? thank you! I am looking for some angst lmao

Ask and ye shall receive my dear reader, and you are quite welcome! 💚🖖🏻💚

I’m Not Invincible (Pike x Reader)

Rating: PG-13 (language, innuendos)

Word Count: 936

Content: SFW, angst, hurt/comfort, injured!Pike (not graphic), GN!Reader, CMO!Reader, established romantic relationship, heart to heart, death mention (canon character death), Discovery Season 2 spoilers, takes place on SNW-era Enterprise.

Teaser: Chris has been allowing himself to get hurt a lot more on away missions lately. It would piss you off if it weren't so terrifying. It's time that the two of you had a serious talk.

“You can’t keep doing this Chris, this is the fourth time this month! I know you have responsibilities, away missions are part of the job. But, you’re being reckless, not with the crew, but with yourself! I don’t know if you have a death wish or think your invincible all the sudden or what but, it’s scaring me. You’re scaring me.”

It was dark in sickbay, you were completely alone. You had hoped you could save this conversation for later in your quarters. But when Chris came through the medical transporter barely conscious with half a spear jutting out of his clavicle you couldn’t bottle it up.

Thank god the surgery bay was relatively sound proof, the last thing you wanted to do was humiliate Chris in front of his crew. Not even when you were absolutely furious with him.

Not that you were furious anymore, it was hard to stay mad at him. It helped that he didn’t shout back, even if it made you feel like an asshole. It did help you recollect yourself quicker, behave more like the Delta Shift CMO you were supposed to be. What had been flames of fear and frustration were little more than hot ashes now.

You sat on the biobed next to him, he wouldn’t even look at you, it was like he was somewhere else, far away.

“I’m sorry. I’m not…” Chris finally spoke thickly.

“You’re not what?” you ventured, very delicately.

“I’m not invincible.” you could feel yourself sigh in relief as he finally looked at you when he said that. Eyes, pleading to be understood, like they couldn’t understand themselves.

“You don’t need to be invincible with me.”

“Oh I know, believe me. I wish I were invincible, that’d take care of some things.” Chris croaked with a bitter chuckle.

“Like what?” you wished you understood, when it struck you what he was about to say, it filled you with what little remained of your anger.

“Don’t you dare say-“

“It’s classified.”

“Chris!” you stopped yourself, deep breaths, slow down, don’t want him clamming up on you like he does. Men like him do love to suffer in silence. You’re sure he thought of it as something noble, what a load of crap.

“Listen, I know Bob- Robert- Cap- Ugh! Admiral April, pushed you into coming back. If you think you’re still not-“

“No!” Chris said, quick to defend.

“It’s not that Y/N, I promise, it’s not that. Honestly, coming back to the Enterprise was probably the best decision I… I think she needs me, and that I need her too. If I had stayed, I would’ve just kept, wallowing? Hiding? I don’t know, nothing good.”

“Hiding from what, the classified thing? Do you think?” you tested the waters again, he glared at you with a mixture of begging and incredulity.

“Sorry sorry! I know, but Chris, whatever this is, you gotta process it, make peace with it. And, not just because the mission at hand is forcing you to. I know I don’t have the security clearance to help you with this. But maybe, someone else could, maybe I could talk to Kat and- oh, oh god.”

Out of nowhere it seemed, you found yourself choking on your own grief, and not his.

“Oh, Y/N…”

Chris let out a mixture of a laugh, sigh, and sob. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. Damnit, it was supposed to be his turn to be comforted not you. It wasn’t fair really, he’d watched her die not you. Probably why you kept slipping up in the first place.

“I’m sorry, I just, I keep forgetting that she’s gone, it’s been, a year, but still. She was like a sister to me Chris, I don’t-“

“Hey, hey hey.” Chris crooned, pulled you in for a real hug, you both clearly needed it. Practically collapsing into each other. The medical officer in you carefully avoiding the tender healed skin where a spear had been not even twelve hours ago.

“I know, I miss her too, we’ve both been through a lot lately. Lost things…”

You touched your forehead to his “We can get through this together.”

“We will.” he said quietly, kissing your lips gently.

The two of you broke away a bit, not entirely untangling from each other.

“Ah, I’ll tell you what.” he started, sounding more like his normal, upbeat self again.

“What?”

“I can’t guarantee you that I’ll have the time or opportunity to, frankly, do what I should. But, I’ll try and arrange to stick to the Captain’s chair a little more. At least for a while, let Una do the galavanting for a bit, doctor’s orders right?”

“Hah, right.”

“And, if you consider me fit for duty, Dr. Y/N, maybe we could-?”

“Chris, I am EXHAUSTED, from saving your ass all day. Don’t even-“

“I was just going to suggest that your quarters are closer to sickbay than mine, and that you could keep a better eye on me from home.”

“Oh, uh huh, I see.” you smirked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I’ll make you breakfast.”

“…Deal.”

God damn, that smile was hard won, from both of you. You nodded, he tagged along. You and Chris headed off to your quarters, arms around each other’s waists, the need to stay connected after such a long and difficult night still lingering.

And maybe, just maybe, if you could ride the high of this small victory, and if you could stay awake. You’d consider him fit for duty tonight after all. ;)

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doorrobloxstuff · 1 year

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[GDAB] The Librarian's assistant

w/usual lighting. (click for better quality, goddamn it tumblr)

daytime lighting applied. ☆BASIC INFO☆ Full Name: Rueben "Marshall" Olmeda, Rueben D'mico, Rufus Gallatin, Rueben Green, Rue, Rueben Olmeda Nicknames: Rueben, Rue, Sandwich man. Physical Age: 42. Chronological age: 71 Gender: "Male" + Xenos (doesn't really think about it too hard anymore) pronouns: He/him/it/its* *As time progresses, it'll be using it/Its more. Sexuality: Omnisexual, Greyromantic Birthday: 5/2/1952 Species: Human, but that's about to [REDACTED.] Ethnicity: Mexican-American Languages Spoken: English [Fluent] Spanish [Knows some, but unfortunately is quite disconnected from his culture.]

¤PHYSICAL APPEARANCE¤ Height: 4’7 (HAHAHAHAHAHHA WHY ARE YOU SO SMALL) Weight: 157 ibs Hair Color: haha he’s bald Eye Color: under them glasses? Orange. Skin Color: Vanta black Battle Marks(Scars, missing body parts, etc.): [Redacted] [Redacted] Some on his arms and one small bite mark on his shoulder. Type of teeth(Normal, fangs,etc): Normal lol. Type of eyes(Abnormal pupil shapes and such): They are orange and they occasionally glow in the dark. Other Forms: hHahshaahdgdggdgsggs Facial Shape: Triangular surprisingly.

Body Shape: Lil man. Additional Notes: He’s incredibly short, also suffers from chronic pain.

~PERSONALITY~

(God I hate writing this part ) Brief Description:

- b o o m e r brain 40 year old body

- Complaint city. Will chatter your goddamn ear off if you give him the opportunity. - Hypocritical. Often, Rueben will go against HIS own advice and morals. Especially when it comes to the killing of intruders. Which, he does have moral qualms against but is very much complicit for his own personal reasons. - Gullible. Not anymore.

- Standoffish. He can come off as hostile or cold if you don’t know him or your not apart of his family. This can range from general saltine cracker to absolutely murderously so given the scenario.

- Brutally honest. Hates lying to people and hates sparing people’s emotions.

- Skeptical. Doesn’t trust anyone as far as he can throw them. Constantly double-guessing people's and even his own. Especially towards strangers.

- Scholarly. Loves to discover new things about the world and learning new things all the time. - Bibliophile. In the same area as scholarly Not an understatement. He loves his books. Do not touch his books.

- Temperamental. Though not surface level, Rueben has been know to get angry and stay angry for a very long time if the right switches are flipped.

- Conspiracy theorist. He wants to see them aliens.

- Ambivert. Loves to talk! Good luck getting him in a social situation where he can!

- Nurturing. Though he won’t ever admit this, he does love to take care of others he does get close with.

- Always open to development -

First Impression: Distant, Withdrawn, Bitter (intruder) Loud, Chatty, Eccentric (Entity) Once you get to know them: Eccentric, Lonely, Still really loud lmao Default Expression: Frowning or grimacing with a hint of skepticism. MBTI Personality Type: INTJ-T Extrovert, Introvert, or Ambivert?: Ambivert Alignment(lawful evil, chaotic good, etc): Chaotic neutral/True neutral. Habits: Chewing on pencils, Napping, reading a book. Fears: - Losing Figure - Accidentally pissing off the Hotel - [ REDACTED ] - Figure finding out about [ REDACTED ] - Breaking his [ REDACTED ] - Figure killing him on accident - People FINDING OUT about the hotel - People FINDING OUT about Figure - People FINDING OUT about Him or [ REDACTED ] - Being accidentally killed by an entity - Really loud sounds - Asphodels Intelligence: 8.7/10 Pet Peeves: - People treating his or Figure's books badly - POLLEN - Any “Flowery” smells - Strong smells in general - Repetitive sounds made from people - The sound of coughing - RUSH - When one of his projects goes wrong - When people doubt his intelligence - Anyone standing behind him for too long - THUNDERSTORMS (makes his chronic pain worse) - Figure when it doesn't bath for a week and comes into the room "smellin like the devil's ass hole!"

[BC]》BELIEFS《

Religion: Not religious/agnostic Thoughts on government: ‘FUCK EM!’ Not a big fan. Thoughts on people in general: He mostly just sticks to his own people nowadays. Moral: While Rueben does know a clear distinction between right and wrong, he often ignores it due to the circumstances. Do they believe in: Ghosts?: Y E P. (He’s gonna date one.) Aliens?: Yep. Cryptids?: Yep. Conspiracy theories?: Yep. Anything else I didn't mention?: Nope. Superstitions: H a t e s flowers because he believes their back luck. (Plus he’s allergic to pollen.)

Also tries not to touch the hotel walls because he believes that it could try and reach out to grab him.

•°SPEECH°•

Voice Description: Super husky and tough sounding. Head-Canon Voice: John Marston (Red dead Redemption 2) 92% accuracy just a bit older sounding. Accent: Western???? Speech Patterns: Do they parrot people? (repeat phrases other people say): Most used phrases/words: Slang they use: Too many to put here. Swearing?: Yes, but not often and if it does its usually done out of excitement or in a humorous manner. Do they think before they speak?: No. Do they worry about accidentally offending someone with their words?: Depends on who. Movement while speaking (hand gestures etc): Hand gestures. Humor: us

♡LIFE♡

Occupation: Thoughts on occupation: Dream Job: Education: Past Relationships: Current Relationships:Family: Figure (Child) Seek (Child In-Law) Snare (Future Grandchild) Screech (Future Grandchild) That one mystery entity that El-Goblino mentioned (Future Grandchild) ??? ??? ??? Hometown: Current Residence: Room/Housemates: Financial Status: Source of Money: Health: - Currently suffers from chronic pain - Physically unable to have children - Has serious issues with sleep - [ REDACTED ] has also had a serious effect on both his physical and mental health Past Life/Backstory: Current Life: As of current, Rueben lives in a subbasement beneath the library.

Some things are best left in the past.

•●INTERESTS●•

Likes: - Figure :) - Engineering - The sorted chaos that is his room - Reading - The smell wood - Coffee Dislikes: - Dead animals - Harsh smells - Spiders

- People

- (dark) Chocolate Favorite Food: I C E C R E A M or M a r s h m e l l o w s both are locked in an eternal battle against each other in his brain. Favorite Animal: Indecisive. (We'd be here all day but mostly farm animals, such as dogs, runner ducks, Chickens.ect) Favorite Color: Indecisive, Purple or green. Favorite Movie Genre: 🤷 Favorite Book Genre: All of them. Favorite Style of Music: Country (LOVES old western music that tells of American folklore) Least Favorite Food: Least Favorite Animal: Indecisive: Mosquitos, Hogs or coyotes Least Favorite Color: Egg white or Yellow Least Favorite Movie Genre: - Doesn’t watch movies - Least Favorite Book Genre: We’d also, be here all day. Least Favorite Style of Music: New “”””country music”””” Hobbies:

- literally just sits around and reads books all day that’s it.

- Fixing up the hotel and maintaining the lobby

- He’s old guys what did you expect

- Reading

- Quilting

- Farming (he used to do it when Figure was REAAALLY little)

- Occasionally hunting

- Barbecuing

- Book-binding

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everything will be explained in due time (or never idk)

#wardenrush.txt #roblox doors #doors roblox #doors figure #Rueben

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zhongrin · 17 days

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ikr :"D literally whenever tomato: they jump the chance to poke fun /aff

i mean uncle wrio is undeniably an attractive person and i bet his lil fangies make his smirk all the more handsome hehe (oh and his silvery blue eyes too, they shine just like pools of diamonds whenever he sees you and you can probably see his pupils dilating just for you like a puppy mweeheh)

EHHEHEHE once again, i will say that uncle wrio's fangies are probably the first thing you notice when he smiles or smirks at you mom? ohhh, yk what else would be cute? if he had a chuckle to go with it. im not surprised that uncle haitham would have a naturally smug look everytime he's right smh (and it pisses cyno off too ngl, the grumpy baby),,and then of course dad's smirk looks mysterious to me? i mean especially if he's doing it behind a fan with his amber eyes glowing like fireflies

"how to scare the shit out of people 20XX" in a nutshell AKFDKJFD (the number of times i probably tied some kind of ribbon to dad's horns when he wasn't looking), but yea i bet it's chilly up there even though it is a convenient method of travel :"D

fKSJKSKKSJF honestly i'm open to trying anything sweet because i'm the kind of person who'll probably make a face at something bitter eheheh

OOOO yk i can see that for all of you! i think it suits your personalities and aesthetics really well hehe (ngl i kind of wanna like. have a teaparty over at the cottage im currently residing in hehe). but as for my three, i love royal milk tea and it's the kind you can get at the japanese market. bedo likes anything floral like jasmine or rose since it helps with his concentration and stress. cyno? he likes anything i make, so i usually just go with chamomile since he's tired after a long day of mahamatra duties. then with lyney, and i quote, "as long as it's sweet~" tighnari is like cyno, anything herbal heehehehe

tryna steal kisses out of me smh

okay im done rambling that was a lot holy crap fdskfdslkj

yesyes you understand me, very very handsome.... mischievous pupper fr (๑﹏๑//) ohhh i am so weak for him

handsome face + lilted smirk + fang peeking out + icy blue eyes gleaming = CRITICAL HIT. I'M ON MY KNEES. I'M SOBBING CRYING.

ah yes the al haitham and cyno experience. why did we bring them to this specific hang out again? /j i can see cyno trying to annoy him back by dishing out all the dad jokes hahahah

zhongli in-game model smirking lives rent free in my head always..... how does a man get to be this handsome..... he really pulled no stops when he built that mortal vessel..... oughhhh

"there's a dragon in the sky" "ok grandpa it's time for bed" -> random npcs that caught a glimpse of us lmao

time to add syrups and milk to that cup of coffee then hsldfjklsdf

A TEAPARTY AT A COTTAGE!!!! that sounds so cute ;w; ohhh very interesting. i approve of bedo's taste. floral teas are so good... i need to restock that rose french vanilla when i go back home.... lyney and violet going "as long as it's sweet" lmaoooo

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: violet 💛#rin selfships #zhongwrinth

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its-just-a-fayz · 2 years

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Heartbeat On Air: Chapter 25

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chapter 24/chapter 26

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tag list:@emilybarger @lordcheesy @sheeswee @tayuya3 @sweetlialia (hit up my askbox if you want to be added/removed)

a/n: hey guys, sorry it's been awhile since i last updated. i started college! it's kind of wack to me that i'm finishing this story that i started in middle school as a freshman in college, especially since my characters have been in college for quite some time now lol. these are also very intense last chapters, which does NOT make the task of editing and uploading them any easier lmao. thank you for everyone who stuck with the fic this long, there are only two more chapters left i swear. i love this fic and i'm glad many of my readers do too.

Diana stood on the steps of Sam’s house with pepper spray in hand, tapping her fingers against its container in a show of barely-contained anxiety. Her hair was tied back, out of her face in a ponytail. Caine had hated when she wore it up, always liked it to be long enough for him to run his fingers through or pull on. Astrid was behind her, and she didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t have a weapon, just a text to Sam that had been sent three minutes ago. Her face was pulled tight with worry, but when she looked at Diana there was a hardened resolve in her eyes.

Sam opened the door. Diana lowered the pepper spray. “Caine’s here,” she stated.

“Unfortunately, yes. Lana has him under control, though. Mostly. Are you sure you want to come in?” He looked from Diana’s face to Astrid’s, uncertain.

“We have to end this,” Astrid said, reaching out and squeezing Diana’s hand. “Did Caine bring backup?”

“He wouldn’t, he doesn’t like to share me,” Diana said, her expression twisting. “Let me talk to him.” Sam opened the door, locking it carefully behind the three of them.

She walked into the house. It was the same as it had been the last time she visited, for a game night with Sam and Quinn when Connie was working late. But the very air of the place was hard edged, like a blade was about to come crashing down the middle of the hallway.

The living room was also the same as before. There was the couch and the two armchairs, the coffee table and the mantle. But Caine was on the floor, with Lana standing over him. Quinn was lying on the couch, obviously in pain. Sam sat down in one of the armchairs and sighed as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

Sam took a deep breath, then began. “So this is it. You’ve come to carry through on your threat, one that you made months ago, for no reason other than your enormous ego and sense of entitlement towards, well, everything under the sun.” He gestured at the room around them. “Terrible things, you said. You were going to do terrible things to us. I don’t see any terrible things, Caine. You know why? Of course you know why.” Sam laughed, a fiery brittle sound. “You’re pinned on the ground by someone you’ve greatly underestimated, you’ve only succeeded in hurting one of us tonight—and that might not have even been you—and you don’t have your precious weapon,” Sam said, looking down at Caine on the ground. He wasn’t happy with this statement, just bitter. Because there was no way that Caine had played every card in his deck yet, and there was no way he wasn’t cheating.

“Cut the crap, Hamlet, he knows the deep shit he’s in,” Lana said, shifting her weight slightly as she rolled her eyes. It was the wrong move.

Caine was standing up in the middle of Sam’s living room in the space of a second, and he looked pissed.

“Nice monologue, Sam, it’s a pity that you’re wrong,” Caine said, gaze sweeping across the room to Diana. “Hey babe.”

Diana stared him down, viciously at first, but then softened. He was so familiar, she could almost forget who he was. “Call me babe again and I pepper spray you until your eyes are gone.” Her arm shook as she raised the can.

With a sharp smile, Caine took the can from her hand. “That’s cute, honey, but I don’t want to fight.”

“Step away from Diana, Caine,” Astrid said, shoving Caine’s shoulder to get him away from her girlfriend. “You’ve done enough to her already.” She was trying her best to look intimidating, though she was nearly as terrified as Diana.

“Oh, so she’s told you some stories,” Caine said, his face shifting to a look of mock pain. “Diana loves to exaggerate, don’t you? She blows everything out of proportion. I wasn’t that bad. She doesn’t really like girls. She’s not over me.” Each statement kicked up Astrid’s rage by a notch.

Diana punched him in the gut. “Get out.” She reached out her other hand to take Astrid’s, holding her tight.

Caine took a second of gasping to recover, anger boiling in his words. “No. Diana darling, I want to give you one last chance to make things right. I believe that you can change, so all you have to do is choose me and I’ll leave them all alone forever,” Caine said, his tone slick and smooth like satin. He stepped closer to Diana, so that they were almost touching.

Sam and Lana decided it was time to break this up at the same moment. They both sprung towards Caine, but stopped when they reached him. Diana was still silent and still, so very still. So was Caine. Astrid held Diana’s hand for dear life. Lana and Sam looked at each other, thinking the same thing. To escalate this would be a bad, bad idea.

Diana broke her stillness, narrowed her eyes and set her shoulders straight. She looked like the goddess of the hunt, and Caine was her prey. “Go to hell, Caine.” A glob of spit landed on Caine’s face, and his jaw dropped.

Caine pulled another knife out of his pocket and brought it up to Diana’s eye level. “I always suggested couple’s tattoos, and you always said no. Broke my heart, to tell you the truth. I wonder if you’ll like scars better, babe.”

The blood drained from Diana’s face, and, heart pounding and adrenaline pumping, she kneed Caine in the groin, sending him sprawling. “Leave us alone. We’ve never done anything to hurt you.” The mask of strength had fallen from her face, and her terror was bare for everyone to see.

The doorbell rang. Caine and Diana didn’t notice or care. Lana moved to pin Caine down again, but she was a hair too slow. He got up, but instead of going for Diana, he moved towards Astrid, knife raised. She shoved him with her free hand, and he stumbled backwards. “I am not losing my girlfriend again because of you, Caine. I am not letting you put me and Diana through that hell again. You need to leave us alone.”

“What can you do to stop me?” Caine gave a soulless laugh.

Astrid shrugged and smiled at him. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to test what I can do, because I have a feeling it will end with you on the ground, bleeding out of a major artery with an ambulance on the way, and I don’t think a trip to prison will look very good on my job applications. But I don’t think Lana has the same reservations.”

***

“Hi mom,” Sam said. “Sorry the door’s locked. You might not want to come in right now, though.” His heart was still pounding from everything that was happening.

“Are you watching porn again?” Connie asked, looking past Sam to try and glimpse what he was up to.

“No, god no. I haven’t done that in the living room in ages, why would you think that?” The knot of anxiety in Sam’s stomach tightened. She couldn’t know what was happening in the living room right now.

“Because you’re not letting me into the house and I told you I forgot my key this morning, and I can’t think of why you wouldn’t, Sam,” Connie said, looking at her son. “I found my key, you know.”

Before Sam could come up with another excuse for why she couldn’t come in, Connie unlocked the door and came in. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it.” She walked down the hallway, towards the living room.

“No—Mom, please don’t, there’s—” Connie walked into the living room. “Never mind,” Sam finished, anxiety bubbling in his throat as he walked past her.

Caine was still pointing his knife at Astrid, the two of them engaged in a furious standoff. There were tears down Diana’s cheeks, she was just as helpless as Quinn. As all of them were, really, against Caine.

“C’mon, Astrid. She broke your heart once, why would you let her do that again? She doesn’t really like you,” Caine said, smiling as he inched his knife closer to her abdomen.

Sam had really never thought about how much damage someone can cause with a knife before. He looked from them to Diana, and opened his mouth to say something.

“Now, could someone explain to me what the hell is going on in here?” Connie said, taking in the sight of Caine threatening Astrid, Diana watching on helplessly. Her voice was firm, angry and righteous. She was Sam’s mother again, the one who had bandaged his scraped knees and told him that he would do great before he had a presentation in school. He hadn’t seen this version of her since he was fifteen. This was the mother who helped him with his homework, who told him funny stories about his father.

Caine had never known Connie like this. He dropped the knife immediately. “Mom. Fancy seeing you here.”

“I live here, Caine. And I thought you were better than this.” Connie dropped her bag onto the floor and put her hands on her hips.

“I’m— I’m sorry.” He withered under her gaze, losing his signature bravado, until everyone saw him as he was. A scared kid.

Connie looked to Sam. “You know, I always thought that, deep down, you two weren’t too different. You were just boys raised in different households. And maybe that’s true, and maybe I shouldn’t have decided to have one of my babies adopted.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have,” Caine said, anger returning to his voice.

“But I was struggling so much, mentally and financially. I was a nurse who wouldn’t go to the doctor to get a diagnosis for depression. I didn’t ask for help. And I thought that by sending you away, you wouldn’t be influenced by my decisions, for better or for worse. Mostly for better.” Connie looked from Caine’s face to the knife in his hand. “I think you’ve started making your own decisions, Caine, and I know I didn’t raise you.”

Caine smiled. “No fucking shit.”

“But I have been in your life for three years, and I have tried to make amends. But the funny thing about our decisions is that we don’t pass them down. Every generation gets to make its own decisions. There’s nothing I can do about yours, of course. I can’t make you choose differently,” Connie said, smiling back.

“Mom, what are you talking about?” Sam asked, looking at his mother with concern. This realization felt fast, but it had to be a long time coming. There was thought behind his mother’s every word.

“Sam, I’ve done what I can. I have done everything I can to make sure that Caine will understand that I love him and that I care for him. And you know what? I think he knows that. He knows that pretty damn well. He keeps doing the things he does regardless, and as his mother I need to teach him a lesson.” She fished her phone out of her bag and dialed a number.

“You can’t do anything,” Caine said, smile falling from his face.

Connie spoke to the person on the other end of the line. “Yes, he’s made several threats. He used to be dating one of these girls. He’s my son—I originally gave him up at birth because I was in a rough spot, but we recently reconnected. I wish I didn’t have to do this, but he needs to know that his actions have consequences. You’ll be here in five minutes. Thank you very much, sir, I’ll stay on the line.”

“She can do that,” Diana said, reaching over to take Caine’s knife out of his hand. “You know what I think you should do once you’ve sweet-talked your way out of the back of that police car? I think you should leave. I think that you’re stupid rich enough to make a life for yourself somewhere else, because I’m not your prize. You can’t win me. I’m not some possession, and nobody in this room is someone you can toss around.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Diana— “

“Shut up. Actually, don’t.” Diana reached into Astrid’s pocket and pulled out her phone. “This has been recording everything. And if you think you can win against me in court, you’re wrong. I’m in contact with lawyers smart enough to get Snoop Dogg out of a drug possession case, and I have stone-cold evidence on you. I’ll press charges. I’ll get you stuck in prison until your little baby mustache hairs turn gray, because you never did fully go through puberty, did you? You’re still an immature little boy who thinks the world is his sandbox.” She tilted her head, as if listening. “The police are coming, Caine, and you’d better have one hell of a cover story.”

#gone series #ladrison #astrid ellison #diana ladris #sam temple #quinn gaither #gone fan fic #2k #starredwrites

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jimilter · 3 years

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tagged by @bangtanhome thank you for thinking of me, bby ❤️

why do people fall in love with you?

because they see a piece of themselves in you

all it took to love you was seeing a piece of themselves in you and now they don't know if they'll ever stop loving you. or if they ever want to stop loving you

nahhhh, this is too corny, i ain't here for this ✋

tagging: @getmemyfries @taegularities @xiaokoo @xjoonchildx @hobidreams @pjmsdior @petiteyoon @loverjimin @writtenwhalien + anybody who wants to read corny ass stuff abt themselves and love

(i don't even know whom to tag it's 3 am, i'm tired, but i also can't sleep fml)

#c: tag game #the feeling is mutual #bangtanhome #lmao why do i sound so pissed and bitter #not q

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emeren · 3 years

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heyy I love your writing and have a request! It’s pretty open ended but the synopsis is a cliche LMAO, eren x reader, the get into a fight about something stupid and then a couple days of silence, you can fill in the rest but ends in make up sex hehe :) I hope this request wasn’t too much

don’t worry, i love a good cliche!! thank you so much for this request! i had a fun time writing it, i hope you enjoy!! <3

pairing: eren x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

content warnings: 18+, smut, slight degradation

SUMMARY: after an argument, eren and the reader go several days without talking to each other, determined to outlast one another. but eren can only go so long without physical contact ;)

“oh my god,” eren’s voice was exasperated as he unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, successfully cutting you off. “i swear to god, you can be so fucking annoying sometimes.”

a scoff left your lips, his insult only furthering the anger festering inside of you. “i’m annoying? you’re the one that embarrassed me in front of all our friends.”

“i didn’t do shit,” eren hissed as you slammed the front door shut, angrily tossing the keys down on the entry table. “i made one joke and you blew it way out of proportion.”

“it literally made everyone, including myself, uncomfortable,” you crossed your arms as he ran his large hand down his face. the two of you were at it again, arguing over something insignificant. “you literally have no fucking filter! sometimes i wonder why we’re even still invited to shit!”

“oh, fuck off,” eren sneered, narrowing his eyes at you. his brows were furrowed, long hair haphazardly resting on his shoulders. he was so stubborn sometimes, nearly driving you to insanity. “you act as if i’m the only one at fault here.”

“maybe take some responsibility and stop acting like a fucking child,” you snapped, shoving past him to walk into your bedroom. eren was right behind you, determined to get the last word.

“i’m not acting like a child,” he nearly yelled, arms propped on either side of the door frame. you were beyond pissed, irritation crawling into every crevasse of your mind.

“eren, i’m done talking with you,” you said seriously, trying to avoid making things even worse with a quip remark. your words only seemed to inflate the side of him that was determined on winning every little argument known to man, his hand grabbing the door knob to yank it closed.

“you know what? fine. i’m fucking done talking to you too.”

**********

it had been three days.

three days since your argument over a joke that, in all honesty, you couldn’t even remember.

the two of you were stubborn to the point of utter silence; sharing a bed, kitchen, and bathroom without so much as a word. deep down, you knew your anger had morphed into some need to last longer than eren, and you had a feeling he was doing the same.

it was a regular wednesday night, the tv playing quietly in the background as you read a book on the couch. eren had gone out awhile ago for some unspoken reason, leaving you to relish in the peaceful atmosphere.

your newfound luxury was broken by the sound of the front door unlocking, the familiar clink of his keys on the table rattling over the muted television. you glanced up from your page, watching as eren entered the living room with a takeout bag in hand. he was wearing a sweatshirt, silently setting the bag down before sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

you heaved a breath out, subconsciously deciding to ignore him as you turned back to your book. eren just watched the tv, shuffling quietly in an attempt to get comfortable. you couldn’t help but eye the bag on the coffee table, wondering why eren hadn’t decided to start eating whatever was in there.

you were startled by the feeling of eren’s hand on the back of your head, fingers gently scratching at your scalp. you glanced over to him, but he was staring at the tv, jaw clenched. you rolled your eyes, slightly shifting on the cushion to give his arm better leverage.

eren took your movement as a sign of acceptance, scooting even closer so that your legs were nearly touching. you bit your lip, trying to seem nonchalant. your brain wasn’t processing the words on the page, eyes merely moving back and forth to give the allusion of focus.

it was as eren’s hand left your head, coming down to ‘innocently’ palm at your bare thigh, that the small thread of focus you had snapped, breath hitching. he took notice, squeezing the flesh. you loved the way his long fingers looked gripping your leg, an all too familiar ache making itself known between your legs.

your eyes trailed up from his hand, briefly meeting his teal gaze before he leaned forward, lips desperately latching onto yours. his hands flew to your waist, roughly pressing you back onto the couch.

his lips hotly melded with yours, a certain neediness behind the gesture as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. you whimpered at the bite, eren using it to invite his tongue inside your mouth. he groaned as your hand flew up to tug at his hair, aggressively grinding his hips against yours.

you weren’t surprised by how hard he was, considering it’d been three days since either of you had experienced any form of relief. the feeling of his dick rubbing against your clothed center only heightening the burning in the pit of your stomach.

eren’s lips sloppily left yours, hand lifting to yank the collar of your shirt down so that one of your breasts was exposed. he hungrily kissed down your neck, mouth latching onto your nipple as his other hand aggressively squeezed the other.

your head rolled back, fist pressing eren’s head against your chest as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. his hand left your other breast, tugging your shorts down your thighs.

his movements were erratic and rushed, mouth leaving your breast with a loud smack. he hovered above you, eyes dark and lustrous. there was a small smirk toying at his features as he leaned forward, tongue sliding along his bottom lip.

you stared up at him, heart beating. “open up, pretty.”

you did as you were told, swollen lips parting just in time for him to spit directly in your mouth. the bitter liquid slid down your throat instinctively, eren giving your side a light squeeze in approval.

he brought his two hands down to fully yank your shorts off, pressing a kiss to your lips as you tugged his sweats and boxers down.

eren sat up so that he was on his knees above you, large cock pressed against his stomach. you gripped the length, eagerly pumping it as he stared down at you. you looked up at him through your lashes, knowing full well what was coming.

eren was quick to shove you back down onto the couch, hand guiding his tip just inside your entrance. you whined at the sensation, lifting yourself to kiss him. he frowned, effectively shoving your head back down on the couch.

“ah, ah, ah,” he tutted as he shoved the full extent of his length within you, your neck craning back at the uncomfortable stretch. “i want to watch you while i fuck you.”

with that he pulled all the way out before ramming his hips against yours, a cry ripping through your chest. he was relentless, bucking desperately into you, cock nearly smacking your cervix with each thrust.

“fuckin’ pissed me off,” he grunted as he filled you to the hilt, spare hand coming down to feverishly rub at your clit. you moaned at the overstimulation, the swell in your chest growing at just how aggressive eren was being. “hm? not so quiet now, huh pretty little slut?”

you could feel your orgasm building as both his fingers and hips sped up, abusing your cunt. you closed your eyes, fully anticipating the dopamine rush. eren wasn’t quite finished yet, pulling his dick completely out of you.

your eyes snapped open at the sudden emptiness, eren staring down at you through his brows.

“not gunna fight with me anymore, right?” he asked, rubbing his tip against your clit slowly. your face was warm, eyes lidded with pleasure. eren glared at you, clearly wanting a response. “lemme hear you beg.”

“i won’t, i won’t fight with you,” you mewled desperately, slightly lifting your hips. “missed this too much. missed you too much.”

eren grinned darkly, stuffing his cock deep within your cunt once again. he pressed his body against yours for better leverage, lips by your ear. you moaned loudly as he deliberately slid in and out.

“takes her punishment like such a good girl,” he cooed, dick twitching inside of you as his thumb came back down to rub out your high. your vision grew blurry, the pit in your stomach spreading as your limbs began to tingle. your chest heaved as you rode out your release.

eren pulled out, quickly pumping his shaft, a throaty groan leaving his lips as he released his load on your face. the warm liquid dripped down your cheeks, a surprised scoff leaving your mouth.

“my face? really?” you breathed out, eren snickering as he tugged his pants back up.

“hold on, just a sec,” he leaned over the coffee table and grabbed the takeout bag, rifling through it for a napkin. you had your eyes squinted, trying not to let his cum obscure your vision. he came back over you, gently wiping at your skin. “oh, i want to apologize for how i was acting. i shouldn’t have made that joke.” he whispered.

you let out a sigh, watching his face as he cleaned you up. “i’m sorry for the things i said, too.”

eren grinned, placing a kiss on your forehead. “in that case, would you like some pad thai? i got it just for this.”

“wait,” you gasped, sitting up. “this was your plan all along?”

“well, yeah. if the makeup sex didn’t work, i was gonna win your forgiveness through your stomach,” he sneered, reaching for the bag. you held back a laugh, feigning annoyance.

“you are such an ass,” you groaned, swatting his shoulder. eren smirked at you, opening the container.

“i know.”

<3 <3 <3

#eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager #eren jeager smut #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger #eren yaeger smut #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #eren jäger #eren #eren x reader

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goji-pilled · 3 years

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Okay @princekirijo you want an essay? Well here it is now, or as I like to call it Felix's "Asumari is great and this fandom has no fucking taste" rambling and infodump. Congrats fellas, thanks to Prince you ALL get an asumari essay. But before that I'll try to give you a rundown of Mari and Asuka.

(I'm also so sorry for putting this long ass post on everyone's dashboard)

(Spoiler warning for Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time!!)

Alright on one hand we have Mari Illustrious Makinami. Her whole deal? She's a walking ray of sunshine, literally lol. Unlike any other character in the Evangelion franchise she doesn't suffer from her trauma, she's quite literally the only healthy and functioning human being, she's just slightly leaning towards "batshit crazy" with the stunts she pulls 🤷‍♂️. Other than that she just loves living, she loves being with people, she keeps moving forward, stays positive and decides to live life to it's fullest even after she experiences loss and multiple apocalyptic events (Second Impact, Third Impact, etc.) and she really just embodies the joy of living. That's all there is to her, or at least all we know.

On the other hand, we have Asuka Langley Shikinami who is... well it's hard to explain what she is to be honest. She's part-German and part-Japanese and part of a line of clones specifically made with the purpose to pilot an Evangelion and later on be used as a sacrifice to trigger another Impact (ITS COMPLICATED I KNOW-) Asuka is, unlike Mari, very much suffering from her trauma. She doesn't have her parents and has a very deep seated belief that she's completely alone, which she says doesn't matter as long as she can pilot the Eva. She also very much wants to fight and kill angels all by herself, and it's seriously messing with her when she can't achieve that.

Now we get to the more interesting parts (hopefully this so far wasn't too confusing, then again it's Eva and even I can't fully wrap my head around it all LMAO)

In the second Rebuild movie (Evangelion 2.0 You can (not) advance) we get introduced to both of them, Mari's introduction scene (in the original English dub) has her pilot an Eva and singing about how she'll take the world on by herself, while in the third movie's (Evangelion 3.0 You can (not) redo) opening scene she's piloting the Eva again but this time it's together with Asuka (in her own Unit 02 though) and during that Mari sings about how wonderful it is not to be alone. It's nothing big yet, but it's a really cute detail me thinks,,, you know what else I love about them? They bicker and they banter and it's genuinely so fun to listen to shskdhsuwj

(For a quick catch up: During the end of 2.0 Shinji (the protagonist) triggers another apocalyptic event, the Near Third Impact, and was only stopped due to Kaworu (the guy in my pfp) stepping in. Also between 1.0/2.0 and 3.0/3.0+1.0 are about 14 years (without Shinji bc he's like comatose) where A LOT happens AND we learn in 3.0 that Eva pilots don't age physically bc of "The curse of the Eva"... honestly Eva is wild lmao)

Okay okay I'll get back to it!

So one thing that happens is that Asuka during 2.0 develops a crush on Shinji (girl why-), unfortunately things take a turn for the worse. Asuka had volunteered to be the testpilot for a new Eva (Unit 03), she seemed happy at the time and it was a really sweet build up with the "I can smile, I didn't know I could still do that."-line. And then? Then it turns out the Ninth Angel had infected Unit 03 (Angels are basically the Kaijus they fight using Evas btw). The thing goes on a loose and Shinji is forced to fight it (With Asuka inside mind you), he refuses and his father uses an autopilot to destroy Unit 03. And boy did it destroy the angel, well it and it crushed Asuka between its jaws (you can actually hear her scream btw haha pain :)).

Asuka survived though, but the whole incident cost her her humanity and she ended up becoming an angel herself/she took the place of the Ninth. But despite that, there's one person who keeps believing in Asuka's humanity, who fiercely believes Asuka is still a human and tells her as much.

Yep, that one person is Mari and she keeps holding onto that belief until the very end when Asuka uses her last resort, which is using the power of an angel (Doing so was a guaranteed death sentence btw). Mari's own words (in the German dub) were, "Princess, you're giving up being human…" AND IT MAKES ME SO EMO GOD FUCK

While I'm at it, Mari and Asuka are a fucking killer combo as a team. They rely on each other for support in combat, listen to the other's orders and advice. Especially in Asuka's case it's kind of a big deal that she so openly relies and counts on Mari's support. Like these two trust each other with their damn lifes!!! Holy shit!!

Guess what though, they also have nicknames for eachother. Mari always calls Asuka "Princess" or "(Your) Highness" while Asuka calles Mari "Four-eyes" / "Four-eyed chrony (idk how you spell that tbh RIP" Even better though, in the German dub Asuka calls Mari "Brillerella" as in a combination of "Brille" (German for glasses) and "Cinderella",,,,Cinderella and her Prince,,,Brillerella and her Princess,,, man, that was a gay fucking move of the translation team. Spoiler: I owe them my life.

Funfact: There's exactly two times throughout the Rebuild movies where Mari uses Asuka's actual name. These two times being when she watches Asuka "die" and be used as a sacrifice for Gendo's selfish plan and when later on she begs Shinji, "So please the Princess… Asuka needs your help!" And the best part? That wasn't even the first time she did that. The mentioned line came from 3.0+1.0, but she did that too in 3.0 with the, "At least save the Princess!" line (although her tone was much more...pissed, like she was really angry lol)

Remember the crush Asuka had on Shinji? Well due to the Unit 03 incident a whole lot of other shit got mixed into that and her feelings for him in general became really bitter (understandably so). Now Mari being who she is sometimes teases Asuka about said old crush but she really does want Asuka to get closure and sort that mess out.

As an example for the teasing, in 3.0 there's a scene that goes like this (please imagine Mari with a literal :3 face while saying that):

"Unit! Are you back in the game?"

"I'm on it, your Highness. But first things first, how was our little puppy (Shinji)? Did he sit like a good little boy?"

"He's exactly the same! Same stupid face talking mayhem!"

"That goofy face of his, that's what you wanted to see? Riiiiight?"

"Shut up! I went there to bat him one!... And I feel better!"

There's also a very short bonus manga that was released in Japan for Thrice Upon a Time's release that has Mari trying to convince Asuka to come with her on the mission to get Shinji, given everything that follows, it's just another thing to prove my point. And the final bit relating to that is this:

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, I do feel better."

That's the exchange Asuka and Mari have after they talked to Shinji, it's nothing special but I think it's really sweet and this time Asuka actually sounded like she was feeling better instead of when she was screaming after she nearly broke pretty thick glass with her fist (If she had hit someone with that much force she definitely would've broken something omggg #violentimpulsesgang)

To get back on track though: I already mentioned it but during the second half of 3.0+1.0 Asuka "dies" (and honestly that entire scene is worth its own in-depth post because its just one huge parallel to The End of Evangelion), the point is: You can tell that the loss of Asuka honestly hits Mari hard. Not only because of how Mari screams Asuka's name but also because of her expressions. They're pained, like really fucking pained and Mari even apologizes to her that she has to fall back due to the fact that she's injured AND because eveything is going wrong.

After the events of Evangelion 3.0 these two got seperated from eachother, Mari was with WILLE (the organization both of them are with) and on board of Wunder (the ship WILLE basically operates from) while Asuka was in a Village full of (Near) Third Impact Survivors. When they do meet again it went like this:

Asuka, barely back, comes to the door and calls, "I'm back." And within seconds of Asuka stepping into their room after the door opens Mari already runs towards her, arms wide open and she says, "Welcome back, your Highness! Good job. I missed you so much!" And she says that while she literally nuzzles into Asuka,,,like,,,what the fuck gay people real!!!

Best part? Asuka clearly has enough strength to push Mari completely away if she were uncomfortable, but she doesn't. Asuka merely wanted enough space to look at the room (because Mari managed to horde even more books lol) and play her game. During their entire renunion Mari keeps hugging her, and part of me thinks that perhaps deep down Asuka actually enjoys the feeling of physical affection.

Before we get to the last point though, let me say that Asuka and Mari have scenes in 3.0+1.0 that parallel Shinji and Kaworu's from 3.0. (Fyi Kaworu loves Shinji (yeah, like that, and 3.0 was basically them being gay as fuck for an hour) so like...do I even need to explain?

And then of course there's also this, the "Take care of yourself, Princess…" line. That is the last time Mari talks to Asuka and as much as that line alone already is so much, it's Mari's expression in particular that kills me. Because this? This soft, almost bittersweet expression she has, as she basically says goodbye? Because she knows Asuka will finally be happy and safe? It just makes me feel so much actually. Man.

In the end it's a fact that Mari loved Asuka, wether that is interpreted as platonic or romantic by someone is up to them. But it is a fact that Asuka was loved enough that someone wanted to hug her, was happy to see her, to praise her, was hurt by her loss, wanted her to be safe, that someone told her "Take care of yourself…" Asuka was really and honestly so loved that someone would tell her, "I missed you."

But Asuka? Asuka was too hurt, too wrapped up in her own head to actually see how loved she was by Mari (and other people) that she genuinely believed she's completely alone and always will be alone.

It makes the "Take care of yourself" line hit even harder to me, because it's not only Mari's goodbye, but it's a goodbye during the one time Asuka allowed herself to be vulnerable and admit what she really wanted.

And honestly? All of this? Its makes me feel so many things and I just love them so much man.

#the felix talk #IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #HDMSGDMDGSJSGEH #3.0+1.0 spoilers

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mojjisxng · 3 years

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hold me like you wanna | sunghoon x reader

genre- angst, fluff, sort of enemies to lovers

warnings- a single curse word lmao, angst (themes of self hatred)

word count- 1.3k+

no capital letters intended

a/n- I FINALLY DID IIIIT!!! writer’s block has really been fucking me up lately, so i’m proud that i’ve actually done this. it’s probably a little short and won’t be very good, but i’m not angry with it. this scenario is based off of the song ‘hold me like you wanna’ by somebody’s child. i put in some of the lyrics throughout (but they’re not i order). i hope you enjoy it 🥺

- issy💕

[9:35pm]

just another normal wednesday evening at dance practice, you know except the fact that i was crying over- no, having a mental breakdown over the boy i both hated and loved the most. park sunghoon. you see, i’ve had a huge crush on him for so many years, but he’s always been so unreachable due to being the most popular boy in school. his utter perfection really began to peeve me and i let all my frustration and insecurity build up. well, up until we had to work on a school project together anyway; that’s when i totally messed everything up, even though i never realised it in the moment. i was so horrible to him while we were working together, making snide comments here and there. this became a regular thing between us both; it had gotten so bad that we had become the worst of enemies. despite all of this, i could no longer pretend and broke down, alone in that practice room.

You're acting like a kid

“why are you crying, dumbass? you look like a stupid little kid who dropped their ice cream.”

i snapped out of my reverie and glanced towards the source of the voice that i know all too well, tears still streaming down my face.

“oh shit- you’re CRYING crying. what’s wrong?”

“you wouldn’t understand,” i retorted.

“try me.”

And you tried your best, and you don't succeed

and that’s when the dam broke and all my twisted up emotions started to unravel and overflow; “i just hate feelings things, all right! i can’t stand feeling so insecure about myself and how i can’t match up to everyone else. even though i try my best with everything, i’m not pretty enough, not loud enough, not smart enough and not even kind enough to ever be loved by anyone; and i hate myself so much for it!” at this point, i was yelling, more in frustration at myself than sunghoon, my face was wet with bucket loads of tears and my fists were clenched too.

I don't want you to feel like I did so...

sunghoon’s soft voice brought me back down to earth, “hey hey just breathe okay, it’ll help you calm down.”

“why are you even being nice to me sunghoon, have you forgotten that you hate me?”

“i don’t hate you y/n, and you’re struggling right now, i don’t want to see you like this, even though you really piss me off,” he remarked as he sank down against the wall. i was trying to process what sunghoon had just said, when he solemnly added “come here.” i tentatively shuffled over to him, apprehensive of what he was going to do. was he going to shout at me, hurt me, laugh at me- oh, he just pulled me to sit in between his legs. all of my muscles froze because i was so shocked at his newfound tenderness. he clearly noticed how tense i was, as he rubbed a hand on my back and explained himself, “i just want to comfort you or whatever because you just sound so broken. it’s weirding me out, you never act like this. what’s wrong y/n, tell me. like were you rejected or something?”

i absolutely could not tell sunghoon the truth because he’d just despise me even more, so i had to vaguely tip-toe around what i truly wanted to say to him.

“no, not exactly. i’m just feeling a lot of things right now. one of those feelings should be something positive, well it usually is for other people anyway. but for me, it’s not an exciting emotion; it just brings me pain everyday. as it consumes me, it makes me feel nauseous and anxious without fail, yet it will only bring more harm if i act on it. it’s just another thing in life that i’m failing miserably at. i just want to give up, i feel too inadequate for anything good to happen to me,” i lamented, in total dejection, as my silent tears dropped onto the wood floor.

You don't have to say anything

the air was still between me and sunghoon for a beat too long, so i looked up, only to be met with a glassy-eyed sunghoon staring at me in pity. “y/n, stop! don’t say things like that; you’re breaking my heart. i loathe that you can say thing like that about yourself. you’re more than what you say you are, even i know that.”

“why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? keep being vicious to me, that’s all i’m worthy of. i don’t deserve true happiness because i’m just a bitter and lonely girl, who takes out her own insecurities on other people!” my body was shaking as i cried and i could not look at sunghoon, it was too humiliating.

but even after the lifetime of self doubt that i held inside spilling out, sunghoon only gently tugged me closer to him, so that i was curled against his chest. he then asserted with utmost confidence, “you deserve the world y/n, actually no, you deserve the whole universe. i know you don’t believe me, probably because you don’t seem to like me very much, but i like you. i like you a lot. so when you started to act negatively around me, i was extremely upset so i reciprocated the malicious behaviour. but hey, it never stopped me from liking you and it sucks that i caused you so much inner conflict. my god this is so embarrassing.”

to say i was gob-smacked would be a complete understatement. the knowledge that he actually liked me, whether i believed it or not, made me feel even more guilty so i started to divulge the truth, “no no no you can’t possibly like me, you’re too good for me, like totally out of my league. oh god oh god OH GOD i’m such a mess...the only reason i started being mean to you was because your perfection irked me so much, that it made me enraged at you. i didn’t want to feel so defeated, so i made an enemy of you instead.”

“oh y/n, you were never one for being up front and simple,” sunghoon chuckled, “but at least we both know that our feelings are mutual.” he didn’t even give me a chance to answer, as he caressed my cheek with one hand, and placed the other on the back of my neck to pull my face closer to his, taking my breath away. he closed the gap between us, moving his plush lips against mine. when i realised what was actually happening, i returned the kiss. however, all good things have to end, and let me tell you, the kiss felt like it ended just as fast as it had started.

we fell deep into each other’s eyes, dumb smiles etched onto our faces and a blush painted onto our cheeks. i was the first one to break the silence this time around, “so ummm sunghoon, i know we got off to a rocky start, but would you be willing to give us a go? what i’m trying to say is, do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow, to ummm that popular café down the street o-or s-something?”

“there’s no other way i’d want to spend tomorrow,” sunghoon affirmed, “but right now all i want to do is stay right here with you in my arms and make up for lost time.”

Just hold me like you wanna

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Pretty Boy

Juice Ortiz x OFC (Dakota Lowman)

Combining an Anonymous request and a request from @adela-topaz-caelon: Juice Ortiz x F!Reader, were the reader is Happy’s daughter and her boyfriend is Juice? and Juice x female reader where they're at the clubhouse or somewhere, just chilling to keep reader safe or something, and you get those cheesy moments of catching an eye, or an absentmindedly kiss that causes flusteredness

Warnings: language, alcohol, Juice being a lil cutie pie

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I tweaked each of these requests a little bit, but I hope y’all still enjoy it! I got the Happy’s Daughter request and immediately me and @garbinge started brainstorming OC ideas and we ended up with two daughters for Happy. Clearly we get carried away haha. This is just a fluffy little one-shot and a sort of wamrup/intro to the Lowman Sisters as OCs. We (when I say “we”, I totally mean me and Anj as a unit lmao) have big plans for them in the future and I can’t wait to take y’all along for the ride. In the meantime, enjoy this lil oneshot! xo

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“Out of all the women in the universe,” Juice spoke up with a shake of his head, “I think the last two that need someone to watch their backs are Happy’s daughters, that’s all.”

Jax shook his head, “Everyone has someone watching their back, no exceptions.”

“Yea but they don’t need—”

He cut Juice off, “Club call, not theirs.”

Both of Happy’s daughters were sitting back, watching the entire interaction play out in front of them. It wasn’t something that they’d never gone through before, but they each knew that there was a more tactful way to go about it without making them feel like they were being saddled with babysitters. His youngest thought it was all bullshit, but she wasn’t willing to put up a fight over it. Her older sister, however, didn’t have the same reservations.

“Fuck this,” she stood up off her barstool, “You don’t get to make that call for me, Teller.”

“Hap said—”

“Well Hap isn’t here,” she rolled her eyes as she swiped her keys off the table, “Tell my old man if he wants someone to babysit me, he can do it himself,” she began walking towards the clubhouse door, “just like the good old days.”

“Diedra,” Jax stepped towards her, wrapping his hand around her forearm.

She immediately twisted her arm out of his grasp and used her other hand to shove him backwards, “Do that again and I’ll bust your fucking nose,” she waited a beat to see if any of them were going to try to stop her again, and when they didn’t, she looked over to her sister, “Call me if any of these assholes give you any trouble, alright?”

She nodded, “Alright.”

The clubhouse door slammed behind her, leaving an awkward silence in its wake. Jax glanced over at Juice, who was trying to look anywhere but at his VP and the young woman still perched at the bar. With a heavy sigh, Jax spoke up, “Don’t go two for two on losing the Lowman Sisters, alright? Hap is gonna wring my fucking neck over Di as it is.”

“He won’t,” she shook her head, chuckling slightly, “You think our dad doesn’t know what you’re dealing with?”

“You think that your dad is really gonna care about that when it comes down to it?” Jax retorted. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to get his tone in order, “Sorry, Kota. It’s not on you. Just, please stay with Juice, alright? Just until we figure all this shit out.”

She nodded, taking a sip of her coffee and trying to pretend that she didn’t get a little bit of sadistic enjoyment out of Jax’s stress over her father and sister, “Sure, I can handle that.”

He didn’t say anything more before also heading out the door, managing to shut it a little quieter than the woman who had walked out before him. It left just Juice and Dakota by themselves in the clubhouse—everyone else either on club business or safely within the walls of their own homes waiting out the impending chaos.

“How pissed is your dad gonna be about your sister?” Juice asked, a smirk starting to curl the edges of his mouth.

Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “He’s not going to actually be pissed. He knows how Di gets about lockdown and shit,” she paused, smiling, “But he is going to make Jax feel like shit about it first.”

Juice chuckled, “Perfect.”

There were a few beats of silence before she spoke up again, “So do I get to know why I need a bodyguard or…?”

“H-happy didn’t tell you?”

She shook her head, “No,” with a huff she rolled her eyes, “he never tells me shit. I don’t, I don’t know why Di gets to know everything and I don’t. I don’t get what’s so different.”

“She is older,” Juice couldn’t pretend to understand the dynamics in the Lowman family but it seemed like an easy justification to offer up.

“By like, four years. That doesn’t mean shit.”

Juice laughed, “You sound a little bitter.”

“Bitter is in our blood, Juan,” she laughed as she finished off her coffee.

The use of his real name caught him off-guard. The two of them hadn’t ever really talked much, just little conversations here and there. He didn’t think that she knew his real name at all, let alone felt comfortable enough with him to use it. Despite the bite in her tone for every other word she spoke, there was a softness when she said it.

“Right,” he tried to keep himself focused, “Well, your sister seems like a girl full of answers so maybe you should ask her about it.”

“Glad I’m at least going to be locked down with a comedian,” she shook her head before getting up and tossing her coffee cup in the garbage, “So, what? You just gonna follow me around while I do things? Keep me company while I get a pedicure?”

He laughed, “I don’t think that you should really be out getting pedicures right now.”

“Well, then could you at least take me back to my place?” she laughed, “Di and I came together and she just stormed off with the keys.”

Juice couldn’t help the laughter that slipped past his lips, “Yea, yea I think I can handle that.”

As the two of them walked across the lot towards Juice’s bike, Dakota became very aware of the fact that the two of them hadn’t ever spent any one-on-one time together. They saw each other in passing at the clubhouse, and a couple times he’d worked on her car in the past, but they didn’t really know each other. She knew of him, the same way he probably knew of her. But they didn’t learn anything about each other, from each other.

In the past when she and her sister needed someone to watch their back because of things going on with the club, it would usually just be Happy, because that made the most sense. And realistically, Diedra had been right when she said that she could handle herself perfectly fine. If the two of them were left to their own devices they’d probably be okay, but it wasn’t a chance that the MC was willing to take. On a rare occasion or two Chibs or Tig kept an eye on them, but those men usually kept their distance.

Juice handed her a spare helmet, a lopsided grin on his face, “Where is your place, anyway?”

“Apartment complex just off Main?” she said as she clipped the helmet on, “Gray Street.”

He nodded, “Got it.”

She settled onto the bike behind him with ease, no stranger to the ins and outs of a ride. It caught Juice off-guard for a moment before he remembered who she was. He looked down to see her well-manicured nails interlocked over his stomach and he didn’t know why but it made him smile. She leaned against him a little, waiting for him to peel out of the compound. He checked with her to make sure she was good before taking off.

As he rolled into the parking lot of the complex, Dakota directed him where to go and park. Diedra’s car was nowhere to be seen. And while it had been made abundantly clear that she was in charge of herself, Juice still felt a little responsible for how everything had played out.

“You two live here together, right?” he asked as he put down the kickstand of his bike.

“Yea,” she unclipped her helmet and tousled her hair, “but she’s probably blowing off steam somewhere. Maybe tracking down our dad,” she laughed.

“Was it weird growing up with Happy as a dad?” the question came out before he could stop it, and regret instantly flooded over his features, “Fuck, sorry. I, I know it’s really not my business.”

She chuckled as she dug her keys out of her purse, “You’re fine. Don’t apologize so much.”

“Sor—” he stopped himself, “Right.”

“But in answer to your question,” they slowly made their way up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment building, “He…he tried. He does the best he can, you know? I think all our parents do,” she put the key in the lock of her door, “Doesn’t mean that their best is always good enough, but it’s all they can do.”

She was about to step inside when Juice put an arm out in front of her to stop her. She chuckled, nodding for him to go in first and scope the place out, even though it was highly unlikely that anyone ended up there looking for her or her sister.

About a minute later she heard Juice’s voice calling for her to come inside. She laughed as she stepped in, locking the door behind her before tossing her purse off to the side and instantly kicking off her shoes. Juice watched her, and as she sauntered her way into the kitchen he really began to question how the two of them never ended up really speaking to each other. He and Diedra had had a handful of conversations, although they weren’t deep or filled with a lot of pleasantries. But he felt like he had a better idea of who she was, than who her little sister was. She was always kind unless provoked, but she kept to herself a lot of the time.

“Smoothie?” she offered as she pulled a half-full blender out of the fridge.

Juice laughed in surprise. Usually when he was at someone’s house they offered beer, or something stronger. He’d never even been offered water before let alone a smoothie. He shook his head, “I’m good for now, thanks.”

She shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

By the time Diedra came back to the apartment, the sun had long since set. Dakota and Juice were camped out at the counter, both of them laughing hard at whatever story Juice had been telling. They heard the sound of the key in the lock and both of them looked over at the door expectantly. Diedra walked inside, kicking off her boots and tossing her keys immediately. She’d seen Juice’s bike parked outside and wasn’t enthused, and when she could hear their laughter from the hallway, she had the feeling that he wasn’t going to be in a rush to get back to the clubhouse or go home.

She looked about as exhausted and frustrated as she felt. She’d gone and tracked down her father, which did nothing to help the current situation. On top of him being upset about how she was handling the whole protection side of things, he was mad that she had gone out on a manhunt to find him, completely defeating the purpose of having someone keeping her safe.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” she skipped over the pleasantries and got right to the point, “With the two of us here we should be alright.”

“I, uh, I don’t mind,” Juice didn’t know why he found Diedra to be just as intimidating as her father, but he did, “I can hang out a little longer.”

She shrugged, not looking to argue about it, “Suit yourself,” she looked at her sister, “I’m gonna go shower.”

Dakota gave a wordless nod and watched her sister disappear to the other end of the apartment. She let out a sigh and shook her head—she didn’t know the details of her older sister’s day, but she didn’t have to. Dakota could tell from the moment she walked in that the day hadn’t gone in her favor. She’d try to be there for her if she thought it would get either of them anywhere, but if there was one thing that she’d learned about her sister in all their years growing up together, was that those kinds of things happened on Diedra’s terms, and no one else’s.

“She always this cheery?” Juice asked with tiny smirk, “Or just when I’m around?”

Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “It has nothing to do with you, personally. It’s…complicated. Honestly, she’s gotta like you on some level because she hasn’t threatened you yet. But either way,” she reached and rested her hand on his for a moment, “I’m glad you’re here.”

The touch was light and momentary but Juice felt it course through his entire body. He cleared his throat, trying to do anything besides stare at his hands, “Well that’s…that’s nice to hear.”

“And not that I’m trying to rush you out, but for the sake of your own self-esteem,” there was a playful smile on her face, “you might wanna just head out and come back in the morning. She’ll be a little cooled off by then.”

He nodded, “Yea, yea okay,” he hopped up and they both made their way towards the door, “Lock it behind me.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yea, I’ve done this before.”

He stood in the hallway for a moment as Dakota leaned against the doorframe, a smile beginning to tug at the edges of her mouth. He wanted to reach out and hug her, but he knew better. He shoved his hands into his pockets to fight the urge.

“I’ll see you in the morning, then?” she asked.

He nodded, “I’ll be here bright and early.”

She laughed, “I’ll have coffee ready, then,” she paused, “Goodnight, Juan.”

He smiled, “Goodnight.”

A little while later, when Dakota was already in bed scrolling on her phone, there was a knock on her bedroom door. She turned on the light and called for her sister to come in. When the door opened, Diedra was standing there wrapped in her towel, clothes draped over her arm as she propped herself against the side of the door.

“You all good?”

Dakota propped herself up on her elbows, nodding, “Yea, yea I’m good. You good?”

She shrugged, “I’ll be alright.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Pfft,” her annoyance wasn’t aimed at her sister, “Nothing to say. Same shit,” there was a beat of silence, “Juice stay here with you all day?”

She nodded, “Yea. I know you don’t like him but he seems swe—”

“It’s not that I don’t like him,” she let out a small sigh, “the whole situation is just a fuckin’ mess. Plus you and I are adults—we don’t need fucking babysitters.”

Dakota couldn’t do anything besides nod, “I know. I just, I don’t see the point in fighting it if we’re just gonna lose.”

“You’re only fine with it because they saddled you with the pretty boy,” a knowing smirk crossed Diedra’s face for a moment.

Her little sister laughed, “Certainly doesn’t hurt to have something nice to look at in a pseudo-lockdown.”

“Mhm,” she shook her head, “Just don’t do anything stupid, alright?”

“Never,” she laughed, “Love you.”

“Love you.”

With that she shut the door and made her way off to her own room. Dakota flopped back down onto her pillow with a sigh, trying to get everything in order in her head. All she ever really wanted to do was keep the peace, but it was practically an impossible task at this point so she wondered what the use was in even trying anymore.

True to her word, the next morning there was already a pot of coffee made by the time that Juice got there. Truthfully, she’d just set an alarm specifically for that purpose and then gone right back to bed. That was made evident to him by the fact that she answered the door half-asleep, hair still a bit of a frizzy mess from a night of tossing and turning. She smiled and waved him in but didn’t say much of anything, wordlessly gesturing to the coffee pot to let him know to help himself.

“Not a morning person?” he chuckled.

She shook her head, running her hands down her face, “No, that’s always been Di’s thing. I’m a night owl.”

As if on cue, Diedra came bounding into the apartment, headphones still on and drenched in sweat from her run and workout that morning. She saw Juice standing in the kitchen and offered him a slight nod as she made her way directly to the bathroom to shower. She lightly patted Dakota on the back as she walked by, letting the gesture serve as her greeting for the morning.

“So,” Juice drummed his fingers on the edge of the counter as he watched Dakota pour them each a cup of coffee, “what’s the plan for today?”

She shrugged as she slid it across to him, “You tell me,” she took a sip, “I got some school shit I gotta do, but I can do it here or at the clubhouse if that’s better. I still don’t know what the fuck is going on, so I’m following your lead on this.”

No one had ever said those words in that order to him before. He took a long drink out of his coffee cup to buy himself a few extra seconds to think, “Um, I mean, clubhouse would probably be best. More people around,” his eyes flicked towards the other end of the apartment, “I’m guessing your sister is just gonna…”

“Do whatever she wants to do?” she laughed, nodding, “Sounds about right,” she stretched, taking a deep breath, “Alright. Let me get ready and we can head out.”

“Okay,” he sat down at the counter, “No rush or anything.”

While he was finishing his coffee and waiting for Dakota to get ready, her sister emerged back into the kitchen, no longer in her sweaty workout clothes. She had on a baggy hoodie and a pair of running shorts, hair still down and damp as she opened the fridge to start pulling together her smoothie for the morning.

“Where you two crazy kids off to today?” she asked as she set everything on the counter.

“Just to the clubhouse,” he paused, trying to figure out if she should ask what he was about to ask, “You?”

She glanced back over her shoulder, her expression serious for a moment before she cracked the smallest of smiles, “I’ll be around. Got some shit I gotta handle.”

“Anything I can—”

“All you gotta worry about is my sister and the club, Juice,” her tone was firm, but not mean.

Before he could say anything more, Dakota walked back out into the kitchen. She looked back and forth between her sister and Juice, surprised at the lack of tension in the room. There wasn’t the fear of god in Juice’s eyes the way there had been the night before.

“We’re gonna head out,” she gave Juice a slight nod towards the door before looking back at her sister, “Text me when you get where you’re going?”

She nodded, “Sure thing. Don’t let him wipe out on the bike.”

Dakota laughed as she looked over at Juice, “Well, guess we’re taking the bike.”

Dakota made herself comfortable at one of the tables in the clubhouse. She had her headphones on and her schoolwork spread out across the table in front of her. Between her notebooks and her laptop, there was just enough room for Juice and his computer on the other side of the table. Every now and then she’d look up and catch him staring at her, and she’d offer up a smile before diving back into her work. Juice wanted to ask her about it, wanted just about any reason to listen to her talk, but he stopped himself.

It was late in the afternoon when she finally leaned back in her chair, taking her headphones off with a groan. She ran her hands down her face as she shook her head, trying to get her brain to slow down. Juice looked up at her, chuckling quietly.

“It’s going that well, huh?”

“Go back to school they said. It’ll be good for you they said,” she laughed, rolling her eyes, “Fuck this. I don’t know why I’m paying to suffer.”

Juice couldn’t help but to laugh, “Sorry it’s so rough.”

She shrugged, “It’s fine. I just need to complain about it sometimes,” she smiled at him, “And since you’re the one who is stuck with me, you’re the one who has to hear it. Sorry.”

“You can complain as much as you want,” a smirk tugged at his lips as he drummed his fingers on the table, “I don’t mind.”

That was the routine that they fell into for the next week. Each morning Juice would show up at her apartment, make small-talk with Diedra that got less and less awkward as the days went on, and then they’d head to the clubhouse once Dakota was ready. On the days when Juice was actually working at T-M, Dakota would set herself up at the picnic table outside, or if she was just reading, she would find an empty chair in the garage to sit in so that the two of them would stay close. It wasn’t that they really needed to talk all that much, but the proximity was nice. And, for the time being, they had the cover of the fact that he was supposed to be keeping an eye on her.

In the midst of a sea of fleeting touches and soft smiles, neither of them brought themselves to say anything to address all the feelings that were bubbling up. A few times, Juice almost did. There were moments, after he’d park his bike at the clubhouse or her apartment, and she’d leave her arms wrapped around him a little longer than necessary. She’d keep herself flush against his back despite the fact that she didn’t need to anymore, and he’d almost get the nerve to say something to her. But it never quite happened. He’d see her reading, taking notes on something that was way above his paygrade, and every square inch of his brain would scream at him to tell her that she’s beautiful, but the words always got caught in his throat.

“Guess what,” Diedra strode over to the picnic table where her sister was sitting, laptop set up in front of her for class.

She looked up, eyebrows raised, “What’s up?”

“As of,” she looked at the time on her phone, “One hour and twenty-five minutes ago, we are no longer on fake, need-a-babysitter lockdown.”

Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “I don’t think that you ever really were.”

“Yea, well,” Diedra laughed as she swiped up her sister’s drink and took a sip of it, “now Dad can’t keep giving me shit about it. So that’s a plus,” there were a few beats of silence, “You gonna break the news to pretty boy over there? Or you gonna let the club do it?”

She smiled, shaking her head, “No news to break. Shit will just go back to business as usual.”

“He’s gonna be real fuckin’ bummed about it, you know.”

She arched one eyebrow, “Why does it feel like you’re encouraging this?”

“He seems less shitty than most the other guys you’ve brought around.”

“We’re not even—”

“I know,” Diedra chuckled, “I know you’re not. But he’s chomping at the fuckin’ bit so I’d say something before he thinks that he’s completely lost his shot.”

Dakota’s nails clacked on the surface of the picnic table as she tapped them, clearly thinking about everything her sister had said to her. Diedra walked away, letting her little sister mull over what she had said.

As the afternoon was drawing to a close, the guys all came out of church into the main expanse of the clubhouse. Everyone was whooping and hollering, and it was clear that whatever the issue it was that had arisen, had been taken care of. Everyone else who was already at the clubhouse joined in on the cheering, despite not knowing all of the details.

Diedra and Dakota were camped out at the bar, each of them smiling and shaking their heads because they knew the antics that were about to ensue. The music immediately got louder and the prospect behind the bar skipped over grabbing glasses and just took out a few entire bottles of liquor to set on the counter for the guys to grab.

After a few minutes of the initial chaos, Dakota felt someone’s hand land on her shoulder. She turned around, expecting to see Juice, but instead came face-to-face with her father. She smiled up at him as she took a sip of her beer.

“Glad everything got sorted.”

He nodded, “For now,” there was a pause as he looked her over, “You’re alright?”

She laughed, “Yea, Dad, I’m alright. I’m not the person at the top of the priority list for anyone who is out to get you. And even if I was,” she nodded towards her sister who was now at the other end of the bar in a heated discussion with Tig about something, “between Di and Juan, no one was getting to me.”

His brows furrowed when he heard her refer to him by his real name, “He didn’t do anything fucking stupid, did he?”

She almost choked on her beer, shaking her head, “No, no he didn’t. Jesus Christ, Dad, cut the kid some slack.”

“Alright,” he nodded, pulling her in and placing a chaste kiss to her forehead, “I love you.”

She chuckled, nodding, “I love you too.”

Happy disappeared into the crowd and it was only a few moments before the stool beside her became occupied. She glanced over, a smile spreading across her face when she saw the person she’d been expecting originally.

“Congrats on, well,” she chuckled, “whatever you guys did.”

Juice smiled, shaking his head, “Just keeping ourselves alive and outta jail for another day. That’s all,” he paused as he took the beer bottle being handed to him by the man on the other side of the bar, “Guess you’ll finally be able to go and get your pedicures now.”

She laughed, “Yea I guess so. The invite is still open if you wanna come with me. It’s quite the experience.”

“Tempting,” he leaned onto the bar, letting his elbows rest on it, “But I think I’m good.”

“You know, even if you don’t want to go and get pedicures with me,” she sipped on her beer, “We could find something else to do that we could both enjoy.”

He looked over at her, a tentative smile on his face, “Yea?”

She shrugged, “Yea. Preferably something not early in the morning. I’d love to go back to sleeping in,” she couldn’t help but to laugh.

“You didn’t have to wake up early, you know.”

“Yea, but, I wanted to. I…I like spending time with you.”

That statement hung in the air for a few seconds before she gently nudged his knee with her own. It snapped him out of whatever train of thought he was trapped in, his eyes searching hers waiting to figure out the next move. She smiled, a quiet laugh passing her lips before she leaned in and kissed him, her hand coming to rest on the back of his head.

Shock went through his body for a moment as he forced himself to realize that it was really happening, that it wasn’t just a dream. His hand lightly gripped onto her thigh as he let himself lean into her. When she pulled her lips off of his, they each laughed, the sound of it soft against the raucous noise of the clubhouse.

“I’m free tomorrow,” Juice forced out through the surprise coursing through his system, “If…if you wanted to do something.”

Dakota laughed, leaning back onto her seat but letting her hand tangle up with his, “Yea, I could do something tomorrow.”

“Afternoon?” he said with a laugh.

“Yea,” she laughed and gave his hand a squeeze, “Tomorrow afternoon is good.”

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 5 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: you have... NO IDEA how long i have been sitting on this one. Just... wow okay. And this is just the beginning, wait till you see the cabin scene 👀 Edit: tell me why I had the main chorus of Timber Feat. Ke$ha in my head on infinite loop while writing the fight scene 🤦‍♀️ LMAO

⚠️: asphyxiation [aka suffocation], several mentions of blood, and graphic (?) depictions of violence throughout. Also, long chapter

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"MAX! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Everyone watched stilled, with pounding hearts as Billy's billowing cries echoed out across the weight room. No one more so than Max. He had barely taken his eyes off of her and his voice fell into a weakened plea.

"Let me out,"

And then it was gone. Replaced with a malice-filled hiss that was beginning to feel a little too familiar for their liking. One by one his eyes flicker between the party members with a twitch in his eye as he began to shift, eyes darting past their shoulders and sweeping the room before his next glare.

"You kids," he pants, each breath like swallowing smoke. "you think..." he was swallowing embers. "this is funny?"

Mike and Lucas share a nervous glance.

Another heaving breath, the flames now licking his lungs.

"You kids think this is some kind of sick prank, huh?" With a snarl, he rears his head back and spits on the glass. "YOU LITTLE SHITS THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!"

Anxiously, Max eyes Will from where he stands beside El and he meets her gaze. The two seem to share the same thought. It was working.

But the sauna's prisoner had caught on, and as the fire was rekindled in his veins, he shifted nervously again; eyes darting once more around the room before landing on the two.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" They all flinch when he throws himself against the window in a fury. He was growing more frantic. And he wasn't stopping. "OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" He pressed his nose against the glass, showcasing his darkening eyes. "OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!"

The fire was now ablaze, the blood in his veins felt as if it was actually boiling, cooking him from the inside out and he finally collapsed on the sauna floor with a groan. Will took that as his cue and raced to the thermometer on the wall where the needle rested at the end.

"We're at two-twenty,"

When he returned to El's side, a great wail reverberates from within the sauna followed by a great many thumps.

"It's not my fault," he weeps, catching them all by surprise. "It's not my fault, it's not my fault, Max. I promise it's not my fault."

With a pounding and aching heart, Max crept towards the sauna door. Many eyes darted after her, fearfully, dealing between her and the only barrier protecting her from what lay inside.

"What's not your fault, Billy?" She asks.

When she peers behind the foggy glass, her heart threatens to split in two; he sits before her on the tile floor, beads of sweat blending with his tears and his hands glued together in plea as he looks up at her.

"I've done things, Max," he sobs, his voice threatening to break. "Really b... bad things and I didn't mean to."

As Billy peers up at his sister now, he can feel himself slipping again. He tries so hard to hold onto that sliver of himself, drifting away into the dark. His hands wring together as he pleads, his nails raking into his skin to stop himself - to stop Him - from winning.

His sanity was slipping and everything in him was screaming for him to do violent, inhumane things to the girl before him but he fought it. Billy knew he didn't have much time, and it was getting harder to think. And Billy spat the words from his tongue before he considers the repercussions from the shadow.

"He made me do it,"

Max was certain she knew the answer now. She knew it even as she stood in the living room facing her brother just twenty-four hours ago. But she had let herself believe the tempting lie over the bitter truth that the Shadow Monster had not gotten Billy. But she knew she had to. And so she asked.

"Who made you do it?"

Fear flashed in his eyes as he wept. He looked as something was trying to stop him, and Max knew very well something was, but he managed the words anyway; unknown to all, his final warning. The words that confirmed all their darkest fears and chilled their bones.

"I don't know, it was like a shadow. A giant shadow,"

Y/n's heart leaps into her throat, and her brows knit together in a curious frown when she sees El and Will meet eyes in matching grave expressions. They share a knowing look and nod, and silently they form a wall, herding Y/n behind them. It was likely they had made a prior agreement, she realizes, but her worries still remained on her other best friend inches from the glass.

"Please, Max," Billy weeps.

"What did he make you do?" Max asks through a wavering voice.

"It's not my fault," He cries suddenly, sinking into the sauna bench. "okay, Max?! Please! Please!"

At the sound of his broken cries, Max's eyes squeeze shut, and hot tears slide down her cheeks as she faces the small window. Her heart is torn, but she tries to remain strong.

"Please, believe me, Max! I tried to stop him, okay? I did."

He's trying even now, but the darkness is closing in. Her tearful face is blurring from his vision and he's losing the grip on his body without realizing it. He can already feel the shadow breaking free from his hold when his arm creeps across the tile floor without his permission.

"Please, believe me, Max. Please believe me,"

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she reaches out to Billy; her hand on the glass and speaks through her breaking voice.

"Billy, it's gonna be okay,"

The darkness was spreading to his vision, closing in on his sister and he knew he had only moments. They had only moments. There was no telling when the shadow would let him resurface. As Billy disappeared, he spoke what little warning he could before the shadow stole his voice.

"Max please..." -get away, his mind screams. But the words didn't come. Go away. Get out while you can.

She hadn't heard him. It was too late. The hand that lied hidden beneath the sauna bench, had already found a weapon.

"It's gonna be okay, we want to help you," Max swears through stinging tears.

His fingers curl around the broken and jagged tile.

"We want to help you. You just have to talk to us, okay? You have to talk us."

All too well indeed. He felt it even now.

Will's eyes had never left the sauna door, drilling holes through the glass even when the man had collapsed to the ground. Billy's haunted cries had reached Will in a way it never could the others. He knew the feeling all too well.

An unnatural chill zapped the air despite the muggy atmosphere and his whole body seized up. His hair stood on end and the skin over his body tightened, goosebumps breaking out out all over his skin.

He's activated.

-"What?"

Will has little time to look at Mike and Y/n and realize he had uttered the words aloud before looking back to Max.

"Max, get away from the door," he cautions.

Taken by surprise at his sudden request, Max hesitates. "What?"

"GET AWAY FROM FROM THE DOOR! NOW!"

Max had barely heeded Will's warning when the glass burst inches from her face as Billy hurled his arm through the window. El jumped back, sweeping both her arms in an effort to protect her friends. And with miraculous timing, Max had dove to the left just in time to escape the confetti of glass shards but her arm had not been so lucky.

While he had dropped his tile shard his hand had caught her bandaged forearm in his iron grasp and yanked. She yelped in pain, using the traction of her shoes against the linoleum to keep herself away.

"LET ME OUT, YOU BITCH!" He howls, tugging her arm as she attempts to pry and claw her way free. "I'LL FUCKING GUT YOU!"

"NO!" Came the sudden angered cry of Y/n Henderson as she forcibly broke free from the wall El and Will had created. She pushed their shoulders aside and sprinted forward, throwing her hand out before her. "LET HER GO!"

A powerful blasts burst forth from her palm and Billy cried out, yanking his hand back. He withered for only a moment, a loud hissing breath sucked in from between his clenched teeth as he visibly shook in anger. His hair was still dripping and it hung like a dark curtain over his eyes, but she could see it - they all could. The whites of his eyes were harder and harder to see as he looked upon his festering arm.

Max had scrambled away from the wall, back into the safety of El and Y/n's protection but Y/n didn't flinch.

He was pissed, but so was she.

In an instant, he throws his head up to look at her, his drenched curls landing on top of his head and draping over his seething face. His darkened eyes locked on her, his gritted teeth clenched so hard his entire body shook with fury. His expression finally matched his eyes from the previous night and confirmed to Y/n it had been the Mind Flayer to have spoken to her at Heather's. Never Billy.

What followed next, had unfolded all at once.

His screams return and he bangs his fist against the door once before yanking out the lead pipe and chucking it at Y/n.

She ducks just in time, and El swipes it out of the way, sending it flying into the wall with the flick of her head before it could hurt any of the others. And Lucas releases the pull on his wrist rocket he had trained on the man since he scrambled to load it when the glass first broke.

With an audible snap, the ammo was released and sent flying into its target; crashing into Billy's forehead.

A second time he was sent tumbling to the sauna floor, disappearing from their view with an even louder thump.

"Y/n, come on!" Lucas cried.

She wasted no time, scurrying back to the safety of her friends who engulfed her into their surrounding figures. Their heads all snap towards the ceilings when the hum of the lights grow stronger and everything begins to flicker.

Billy's insides churn with a disgruntled choke, his mouth spitting out fluids as he comes to. With a groan, his body spits and writhes on the floor. The icy storm in his veins spreading. And festering.

Joined shoulder to shoulder, the huddled party backed up in one circle. Each of them faced away from one another, looking around worriedly as the rows of florescent lights flicker violently above them. They all close in on Y/n in a protective stance.

Billy's body twisted and thrashed on the tile floor as he attempted to heave himself up to his feet. The grip of the Mind Flayer had broken free from the barriers of his mind and was coursing all throughout his body, the dark mass staining the very blood in his veins and poisoning his system. Dark lesions broke out all over his back and arms, and black veins rippled out under his skin, all across his body as he clutched the wall. Throwing back his head, Billy released an inhuman, agonized wail before charging for the door.

A second time they all jumped, and a second time El's arms swept out to protect her friends - finally including her Max. Their horror-stricken eyes were fixed on the door as Will inched closer to Y/n, and Max spoke through a fearful waver.

"He can't get out, can he?" She frets as he barrels into the door a second time, the chains testing the pipe anchored to the wall.

Fear gripped his heart and Lucas shook his head, voice filled with doubt in his own words. "No way. No. Way,"

"Y/n, get back," El orders in a flat voice, her tilted head unblinking on the door. "Go with Will."

Y/n gawked over El's shoulder, frantically looking between the door, her best friend, and a pleading Will who grabbed for her hand.

"What? No! No, bullshit! We agreed!"

"Y/n, come on," Will urged, tugging a little harder on her hand.

It grew hot under his touch and she ripped it from his grasp. "No. I need to do this," Y/n cried, her head whipping back and forth between her boyfriend and the fraying thread that was the bowing sauna pipe; the last defense holding back the Mind Flayer's newest host.

The door stopped moving and one split, heart-stopping moment a thunderous cry barreled out deep from within Billy's chest.

The door was thrown open, the pipe bursting from the wall and expelling puffs of steam as Billy tumbled through the open door. The Party jumped back in shrieks, El on the front lines pushing everyone behind her, even still.

With a lumbering breath, the fluorescents still flickering madly above them, Billy rose to his feet to meet eye to eye with the wrong girl. With a fear-inducing glare and an overpowering sense of protectiveness, El had forcibly barricaded herself in between the Mind Flayer and her best friend.

He curled back his teeth, a growl growing in the back of his throat. He was ready to wring her neck but she simply rose a single hand in the air, and the nearest barbell rose with it. In the blink of an eye, Billy was pinned against the brick wall by his neck, gasping for breath.

Everyone watched on in a mixture of shock and awe as El threw another arm up, and the weights sunk deeper into the brick, crumbling them near his head. She was panting for breath, nose dripping with blood but she was determined.

And she wasn't the only one.

"Y/n-!"

But she ignored the Party's cries, as well as the pleas in her gut screaming for her to turn tail and run. But she couldn't stand by and do nothing as El faced it all alone - nor could she sit still when she saw the very monster she had faced the prior year, wearing the very face that plagued her dreams in her last sleep. Y/n Henderson didn't walk away. She couldn't.

Y/n stormed to El's side, throwing her arms up in sync with two large and billowing waves of heat that filled the entire room. Billy howled as the heat consumed him completely, the black veins festering underneath his skin. Across the sauna, Mike and Will watch on in a mixture of awe and worry as El and Y/n stand side by side, their arms extended as they fight with great strain and their guttural cries begin to blend.

Tears pricked Will's eyes as he watched the scene unfold, frightened not only for Y/n's life but El's. He truly feared what the Mind Flayer might be capable of in someone like Billy Hargrove. And already he had every right to be.

What came next stole the breath right out of his chest.

With a husky grunt and a terrifying spur of adrenaline, Billy heaved and broke El's telepathic hold, sending the barbell flying for their heads. With matching screams, they throw themselves to the floor, avoiding the otherwise inevitable blunt force trauma by a hair's width. He stormed to their bodies piled together on the floor. Learning his lesson and counting every precious second, Billy grabs a fist full of El's hair and drags her to her feet and off of Y/n's body. She yelps out in pain, clawing to get free but he had already thrown her into the wall she had just pinned him to. Her head collided with the brick and she sunk to the floor, fighting to keep her eyes open and vision clear but she was losing her battle.

Mike and the others cried out to her, unable to reach her but her blurring vision was fixed on the sight of Billy closing in on Y/n's body. She threw her arms up with a vengeful grunt, her skin beginning to glow. The ground begins to shake and all their hopes rise with Y/n as pulls herself onto one wobbly knee. The spidery veins adorned her eyes, lips, and ears, heat pulsing from her palms as her light began to illuminate the weight room.

And like a candle's flame, it was extinguished under Billy's hand.

Her grunts died in her throat when his hand encircled her throat, cutting off all her air. What strength he possessed as Billy Hargrove had doubled with the Mind Flayer and lifted the young girl above his head with ease.

Y/n tried crying for help but her voice was lodged in her throat with the rest of her breath, leaving her no choice but to claw at Billy's arms as she fought for air and freedom. Her legs were finally listening to her brain's signals, kicking and squirming as she tried to reach him or even the ground but they never did, no matter how close she got. Just as she had foreseen.

"Y/N!" The others cried.

She gasped and choked for breath, any whisp of air she could possibly manage between his fingers as she tried to conjure a fight, but she was losing concentration. She was losing air.

All she saw beside the white spots swallowing her vision were the seething eyes of the Mind Flayer peering up at her. And as he watched the life drain from her eyes, he hissed to the one he had been waiting in agony for all these months his final greeting.

"You."

Y/n could barely hear him over the cries of her frantic friends, nor could she barely register the repetitive snap of Lucas's wrist rocket as he sent rocks flying into Billy. But this time, Billy resisted. Out of spite, or with the aid of the Mind Flayer's mutation, none of them knew but with El out cold on the floor and unreachable without crossing through Billy, little options were left.

And Lucas was already running low.

Y/n's hands latched onto Billy's wrist, at first, seemingly trying to pry herself away as she sucked in as much air as she could capture. And as her bulging eyes began to flutter, she manages to speak through choking, gasping breaths.

"Fuck... you."

Latched hands had locked on and began to glow and Billy's eyes fell to her grip. The skin beneath her palms began to sizzle and a agonized cry grew deep within Billy at her searing touch. And yet still he held, but the same could not be said for Y/n. Like El, she was fighting to remain conscious.

And Lucas had run out of ammo.

Lucas and Will seemed to share the same thought as everything had unfolded within an instant. And with an angered cry, Will charged forward just as Lucas chucked his metal wrist rocket at Billy's head.

His grip still iron clad over Y/n's throat, Billy's head whipped to the party as fast as his other hand stopped in front of his face, catching the wrist rocket mid-air. And just in time for Will to reach him. Billy reared his arm back and smacked the butt end of the wrist rocket into the boy's head, knocking him to the ground without ever blinking.

"Will!"

Those that remained stood back, watching terror-stricken as Y/n begins to grow limp, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Tears prick Mike's eyes as the sights surrounding him become too much; one of his best friends dying before his eyes, and the two people he had probably loved most in the world, fading on the floor. And he snaps into action.

He looks around wildly, thanking whatever force was out there that the burst pipe from the sauna was near his feet. He picked it up in an instant, charging forward with a sudden surge of adrenaline, and crashed it into Billy's skull.

Y/n dropped to the floor, gasping for breath as she rolled away from Billy's fallen body. Mike towered over the man as Y/n came to, a vengeful look in his eyes as he swung the pipe back above his head.

"GO TO HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

With all the force he could possibly muster, Mike threw the pipe down at Billy's back but it had stopped inches from his face. In the blink of an eye, Billy had turned, catching it in his single fist with as much ease as the wrist rocket.

Mike gasped in horror as Billy seethes up at him, much too frightened to even flicker to the sight of Y/n wobbling up onto her hands and knees and risk giving her away. She was coughing on every wheezing breath, her lungs and throat burning but she still felt a spark big enough to hold onto.

Will had just started to come to, the sideways vision of the weight room floor showing to him two things: Billy chucking the pipe against the wall with an earsplitting clang and Y/n's heaving chest swallowing desperate, gulping breaths, the blood steadily draining from her face.

He tried to move to her, but his limbs were heavy. All he managed to do was hoist himself up onto his arms as tears fell from his eyes, slowly pulling himself along as the world began to steady. But he never reaches her in time. Billy had begun to rise, and yet the beginnings of a smug smile curled Will's lips as his eyes trailed her across the room.

Anger battled impatience within the Mind Flayer at the unrelenting children, but killing this one - the Wheeler boy - would be easy. At least, it would have been had it not been for the young girl emerging with the two hot blasts of searing heat raining down upon his exposed chest as Y/n unleashed her fury upon him.

A primal scream grew from deep within her belly, ripping up her throat as she circled back around to face him, arms outstretched before her in two taut claws. What little space he had created from himself and the weight room floor had vanished as the blasts intensified with her screams.

The fluorescent lights about their heads were flashing violently now, enunciating the matching veins each opponent bore. The buzzing of the lights was nearly as loud as the rumble of the shaking room and the cracking of the tile that sounded eerily like thunder. The two blurring bursts of energy were pouring from her palms and pinning Billy into the tile so hard the tile floor cracked beneath him.

His screams blended with hers, the light pouring from her skin illuminating his agonized face and she pushed harder. her arms dug closer to his chest and the deep and inhuman voice returned; the voice of the Mind Flayer cried out in pain.

Y/n felt the sudden force of Billy's untouched leg sweep under her own, knocking her off her feet. The Mind Flayer coughed and hacked once more, and threw himself over her as she lied on her back. His hands were around her throat again, yanking her up before slamming her back into the ground.

With the strobing, flickering lights disorienting their already obscured vision the others could barely make out Billy hunched over something on the floor. His haunched, vein painted back nearly in ribbons as blood drizzled down his back like rain on a window. It didn't take them long to put together the pieces, Y/n's name on their weeping tongues as Billy repeatedly threw her back into the tile until she steadily lost consciousness. Finally, after one last gust of power, he thrust her into the tile and releasing her throat. But only to raise one darkening, blistering fist into the air, ready to strike...

Horrified screams tore from their throats, each of them prepared to tackle Billy. Will had finally stumbled to his feet for the first time without falling, ready to do just that but something had stopped him.

Billy froze, growing horrified as he himself began to choke.

A body hidden away in the shadows that had finally fought her way back into consciousness for the sake of her loved ones

There she was in all her glory.

El, rising to her wobbling knees; the sound of Y/n's broken cries and gasping pleas for help that broke through her subconscious mind had been the final push of adrenaline she needed.

Like Y/n, El's grew from deep within as she pulled herself to her feet, arms outstretched. Steadily, Billy's body was pulled off of Y/n's until even his toes had left the ground. He was pulled far away from the young girl's body as El circled him, once again placing herself in between the Mind Flayer and the girl she couldn't lose.

Will took the advantage El had bought for them and closed the remaining gap, collapsing at Y/n's side. He breathed a sigh at unimaginable relief when he saw her chest moving with labored breaths. She was alive. Hoisting Y/n's bloodied head into his folded legs, he returned his worried sights to El just in time to see her give a great roar, hurling her clawed hands to the side and watching as Billy was thrown through the brick wall in an explosion of dust.

El's knees buckled beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion beside Y/n's limp body. Mike rushed to her side, steadying her arms and looking on with pooling eyes at his waking friend.

Y/n lays in Will's arms on the grounds of the cracked and broken sauna floor, her bloodshot eyes popping out of her skull as she coughs and chokes on what air she hopes to regain. Strenuous marks circle her throat from where she was previously held captive, and specks of blood drip from the back of her skull onto Will's leg. The others begin to crowd around in worry and fear as they jump in to help.

Will cradles her head softly, brushing away the stray hairs from her face as he weeps, desperately wanting to ease her pain though he does not know how. He's doomed to watch her lay suffering, her wails of anguish are strained and hoarse from the Mind Flayer's grip. A similar, deathly grip squeezed the hearts of the rest as they watched her suffer.

With flooded eyes, Will leans down and plants a shaky kiss on her forehead before resting his own against it. Her left hand comes to wrap around his wrist as it still holds her head in place. He breaks away to examine her once more, the puffiness of her swollen cheeks had already subsided a great deal but it was clear she was still in pain. Trembling, she looks out to each of them, her eyes watery and thankful. Reaching out her other hand, it finds El's, and they both let out a sob knowing the other was okay. Each sniffle tore right through his heart, and as if asking for help he looks up at his friends hoping for answers.

But they all stare at her, glassy-eyed and frozen, and that's when it dawns on them; Billy. Each of them, Will included, look frantically to the broken brick wall through which he was thrown. Everyone apart from the young couple on the ground rushed to see the young man, singed and bleeding making his escape into the trees far across the field and into the squalling storm.

Will's gaze is torn back to his lap when he feels Y/n begin to rise. Eagerly, and without hesitation, he helps Y/n to sit up. Tracks of thick tears stream down her face, cleaning her bloodied and dirtied cheeks in their path. His hand finds a home on her back, reflexively trying to run soothing circles into her muscles but she immediately whimpers, flinching. Her back had taken most of the damage, which he realized was preferable to her skull. But still, a plethora of apologies spilled from his lips, his eyes are filled with nothing but worry and heartbreak.

Y/n takes a moment to steady herself, the blood rushing to her head combined with the powerful forces inside her still hard at work as they desperately try to repair the gash in her head. She tries to smile, silently telling him it was okay, but it hardly showed. But Will still knew.

As she attempts to stand - one arm hooked around his shoulder, the other over Lucas's - the energy drains from her quicker than anything she had felt in a long while and when she blinks she realises she is resting her head on Will's shoulder.

Her sobs are weak and drawn out in her taxed state, yet they still demand to be heard even buried in Will's chest. The pain of seeing her this way makes him feel as if he has been torn in two, and yet worse, he knows it's dwarfed in comparison to whatever she is enduring. All he can do is hold her close, and hold her gently, assuring her safety.

Will wishes more than anything to take her pain away, and how cruel of fate to deprive him of this.

With the aid of Will and Lucas, Y/n hobbled to the gaping hole in the brick where Billy had disappeared. Her shoulders rose and fell as she attempted even know to even her breathing, her haunted glare stretching out across the dark and stormy night where the Mind Flayer had made his second escape.

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"The girl, was it her?"

Heather's voice cuts through the silence is Brimborne as she sat opposite Billy.

"Yes," he answers with a hiss, eyes darting to the handprints seared into his skin. "Yes it was her, and she knows now. She knows about me. They both do."

Heather's hand and the cool wet handkerchief it holds reaches for his blistered wrists but finds her own entrapped in an instant but neither of them blink.

"She could have killed me." He asserted.

"Yes," she says. "But not us."

She looks out onto the darkened sea of the warehouse, where the very rot of the Mind Flayer had seeded and spread and multiplied. And the numbers were still climbing. Waiting, out in the shadows for their noble sacrifice to the monster of flesh bone known as the Mind Flayer.

Or more specifically, the Mind Flayer's army.

"Not us."

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