If I were a zombie || Neige Leblanche x zombie reader
Inspired by The Zombie Song by Stephanie Mabey
Synopsis: You and Neige have been dating for years now....during the zombie apocalypse....and when you turn he's not just going to throw away years of love. He swears that you're still in there.
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It has been a week since you turned. Your campmates wrapped a chain around you and tied it to the nearest shelf in an unused warehouse, there to hold you back from ripping anyone to shreds; locking you away from everyone. It was "for the safety of the people" or at least that was the encampment leader's excuse. And he thought he was doing Neige a favor by keeping you there? Neige knows better. "They just don't want us to be together."
The group knows that you and Neige have been together for a long time. Since before this group was ever even formed; since before the apocalypse started. So they couldn't just get rid of you, they know that would break Neige, and they can't afford to lose another survivor.
Neige could feel the resentment bubbling underneath his skin. How dare they keep you locked up?! How dare they not let him see you?! He needed to see you, and he was going to no matter what it takes.
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He had a plan. Pack two backpacks full of supplies, free you from your chains under the cover of darkness, and run away together. Simple. He'd have to steal from the camp to get enough supplies to support two people, and survivors don't take kindly to theft, he'd seen what they do to thieves firsthand. If he was caught he would surely be killed. And if he leaves with you now he'll never be let back into the community.
It was all worth it for you. Anything would be worth it for you.
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He'd acquired quite a few nicks and scratches jumping over gates and shimmying underneath fences to get to you, but the though of you waiting there for him kept him going. When he finally reached the building you were being kept in, he paused.
If he opens this door, that solidifies his fate. He will be banished, but he'll get to be with you. And he had never made a decision so quickly in his life.
When he opened the door to your makeshift prison he was stunned. Not by your new appearance, or the gashes left in your body from your last fight, the one that led to this, but by the fact that you were looking right at him. Like you were expecting him.
For a zombie you were extremely calm. No thrashing or growling....just silence...and an eerie glare.
Neige approached slowly, as if testing the waters. When you didn't react other than observing, his eyes lit up. "I'm going to get you out of here, and we're gonna be so happy" he reached behind you as you stayed perfectly still "we're gonna live in a little cabin all alone where nobody will ever bother us ever again".
Untying the chains binding your arms, he left one attached to your hands and created a leash of sorts. "So you don't get lost", he smiled.
You just kept you gaze trained on him. Not a single sound left you as you stood up for the first time since you were abandoned here. You shifted your stare in his direction and your eyes met once again. His gawking look gradually softened, turning into a look more lovestruck than he's ever had, and he slowly inched closer.
Stopping just centimeters away from you, he leaned forward and opened his arms. "I knew they were wrong about you" cuddling into you he spoke "I knew you'd never hurt me. I love you so much".
"I love you too".
AN: I might make a part 2 to this if anyone wants it. I had fun writing this!!! I edited this to make it have a better story!!!
Synopsis: Jack, Epel, and Sebek visit The Prefect in the infirmary. (Ramshackle Collapsed and The Prefect was inside)
TW: Sebek cries, The aftermath of Ramshackle collapsing on The Prefect
Note: Idk how to write Jack (or Epel apparently, even though I love him). I'm not exactly the biggest Sebek fan, but I think his part turned out best despite it (I used to hate him cause I have trouble w/ such loud people, but the Sebek propaganda got to me).
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (here), Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13 (coming soon), . . .
After Ace and Deuce's visits, you took a few days to rest. Your voice had been totally shot and you had reopened a few wounds from the shifting around you did.
You didn't even notice you had reopened them until Professor Crewel walked in, his face turning horrified when he saw you. Your blood had seeped through the bandages and was staining the comforter and sheets.
After you had gotten the chance to rest, guests were once again allowed to visit.
Jack stood awkwardly at the door to the infirmary, his tail drooping. It took him a while to actually knock, but when he did, it was uncharacteristically quiet.
He lurked into your room, trying not to stare too obviously at your unfamiliar form. "I. . .I brought you a cactus." he held up a small pot with a flowering cactus.
He places the pot on the windowsill and stands awkwardly next to your bed.
"Thank you." As you spoke, you patted the space next to you (after what happened last time, Crewel had decided it best to help you move over before visits (even though he didn't particularly like the idea of those mutts sitting in the bed with you)) and he hesitantly sat down.
His tail draped softly across your lap as he sat (he knew how much you loved petting the soft fur). A soft warmth radiated from it and warded off the persistent chill plaguing your body. He watched as a smile crept onto your lips and your hands drifted to his furry appendage.
Silence fell between the two of you.
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Just as you were opening your mouth to break the silence, there was a puff and Jack was gone. In his place, a large, white wolf laid. Instead of his tail being in your lap, his head rested softly on your thighs.
He wasn't looking at you, but you could tell how he was feeling from the way his ears twitched and drooped.
The chill that had remained stubbornly in your body was now completely gone thanks to the living space heater lying next to you. Silence fell once again, but this time it was more comfortable. Jack never spoke much, a fact you were more grateful for now than you usually were as the lack of conversation gave your throat a rest.
You stayed like that for a while. You took in the sound of his soft breath. It was an even sound, but not in the same way the clock was. Jack's breath was comforting like a lullaby.
You ended up drifting off for a while. When you woke up, Jack was still there, but now his head was on your stomach, his ear placed just above your lungs. His head bobbed slightly up and down with each breath you took: a reminder that you were, in fact, still alive.
He shifted back before he had to go, and complied when you opened your arms slightly for a hug. As he let go, he gently shifted the blanket that was falling off your shoulder back in place.
If may have just been your imagination, but his tail seemed a bit less droopy as he left.
Epel came the day after Jack (Crewel had set the limit to one visit per day). In his arms he carried a large basket containing a blanket his grandma made for you, some apple juice from back home, and a few apples. He sat the basket next to your bed with a huff before plopping next to you dramatically, yet still, somehow, carefully.
"Meemaw heard the news and sent ya a care basket. I told her ya probably wouldn't be able to eat apples in yer state, but she wouldn't hear it."
As Epel was shifting to get comfortable, his hand brushed against one of your (now freed) fingers. He jolted back "Yer as cold as ice!" He reached into the basket and pulled out the blanket, throwing it over you. He adjusted the blanket, patted it down, and smoothed out wrinkles; he was being oddly attentive, but you weren't going to complain.
The blanket was a beautiful quilt with apple designs all around the edges and a big one in the middle.
"Meemaw started makin it the moment she heard the news."
Your eyes widened and you stared at him in shock. "That fast?" Your voice was soft and scratchy. It reminded Epel of the days he'd lay in bed sick as a child.
Of course, he knew you were in a state much worse than any cold had put him in. The reality of it all hit him hard and he pulled an apple from the basket to distract himself.
When he wasn't feeling good as a child, his grandma would always cut him an apple into slices and make them look like little bunnies. He knew you couldn't open your jaw much at the moment, so he figures this would be the best way for you to be able to eat them before they went bad.
You watched in awe as he cut the apple so easily and precisely with a pocketknife he had pulled out of his jacket. However, when he finally handed it to you, your face fell a bit. After you had reopened your wounds a while back, you were no longer able to bend you arms enough to be able to eat or drink on your own (you weren't physically unable, but Crewel threw a fit when you tried).
You looked at the apple slice he was handing you and then back at him. You opened your mouth to speak, only to have an apple bunny pressed to your lips. Epel was no longer looking at you, instead he seemed to have found an intense interest in the fabric of the bedsheets.
He continued cutting the apple into the cute little bunny shapes and feeding them to you, and you happily ate what he gave you. The cool, soft apple caused little hurt to swallow, and the juiciness of it helped rehydrate your dry mouth and throat.
When he was finally done cutting the apple, he laid back next to you, grabbing your hand closest to him and holding it. He cupped his fingers around yours in an attempt to warm them.
When he finally left, he did so with the promise to ask his Meemaw to make you some mittens too.
Yet another day later, Sebek showed up to your door.
At least, you think it's Sebek.
You had been told he was who would be visiting you today, and you heard his familiar footsteps outside the door, but something was off.
It was quiet.
You rang the little bell next to your bed to tell him he could come in.
Still nothing.
You rang it again.
Just as you were about the ding it a third time, the door creaked open. A few moments later, he walked in.
His usual rigid posture was now slumped, and his mouth was surprisingly closed for once. He simply loomed next to your bed for so long that you eventually had to gently tug at his arm to get him to sit next to you.
The moment he was next to you, his head rested softly on your shoulder, and his hand cradled your wrist. Through the thick layers of bandages, you could feel his thumb putting the slightest pressure on your pulse point.
It took you a moment to adjust to what was happening. Your last two visitors were clearly visibly distraught, but they had hidden the majority of their worry rather well (no doubt as not to make you feel bad). Sebek, on the other hand, was putting his emotions fully on the table.
You softly sighed before leaning your head against his.
Even when he started crying, it was unnervingly quiet.
You stayed like that for however long it took him to stop crying, and when he did, he lifted his head reluctantly.
"I. . ." he tries to speak, his voice barely a whisper, but he can't manage to get his words out.
"Thank you for coming, Sebek." When he's unable to speak himself, you decide you'll take the burden off his shoulders and speak instead. "I appreciate your care. I've only ever seen you so emotional for Malleus. Seeing you like this breaks my heart, but it also makes me happy to know that you care so much." You struggle to get all the words out, this was the most you had spoken since the incident, but you figured it would be worth the uncomfortable scratching in your throat later.
He started crying again and you opened your arms for him.
His body delicately rested against yours and stayed like that for the rest of his visit.
When he left, his eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks still damp from the tears.
He spoke his first and only sentence of the visit as he left: "I care more than you know. . .Prefect."
The grief, anger, and pain you have felt all this time has helped to manifest an ancient twisted being that hasnāt been seen in over a millennium.
Words: 4.4k
Warnings: Mentions of depression, reader is kind of a loner but not really at the same time, horror elements, mentions of past self harm, gore/blood but towards the end and not so much, TELL ME IF I MISS ANYTHING!
A/n: I feel like this is kinda ass but i did spend like a month trying to at least make this enjoyable, and this is kinda like my first horror piece? So please go easy on meš
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When you and the others first got here, it was filled with questions about how and why you all are here. How to go back home or if you are even home. You still remember how dark and cramped that coffin was when you arrived here, everyone else does too.
Twisted wonderland
Thatās the name of this world. You were all assigned the same job before being thrown into a crappy dorm that looks like it could collapse anytime soon. You and the others, the yuus, were able to adjust in the first couple of weeks of being here. (Well they adjusted much quicker than you did)
And it seems like everyone else soon started to get along. Though you had a bit of trouble trying to find your place in this twisted world. Everyone but you started making new friends and experiencing things you never wouldāve experienced back home.
You're the forgotten sheep of ramshackle.
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You can hear both Ace and Yuuna playfighting in the common room of your dorm. Hearing their loud giggles and teasing comments as you continue working on your homework for crewel class. You were so concentrated that you didnāt hear Yuuna warnings until it was too late.
*SMACK*
A pillow was smacked straight into your face. You held your nose and winced at the slight pain that you were slowly starting to feel.
āOh my! Iām so sorry y/n I didnāt mean to throw that at you!ā You gave her a small smile. Telling her it was okay as Ace laughed in the background, not bothering to check if you were okay.
āYour aim sucks!ā She gasped before grabbing another one and this time perfectly aiming it straight to his face. Ace groans while Yuuna cackles. You get up and grab your things as you make your way up to your room. The two continued with their playfight while yuuka yelled to you that dinner will be ready at 10.
You walked down the dimly lit hallway til you made it to your room. Yuuta and yuuka were busy making dinner while yuuken was busy fixing a leaky faucet in one of the bathrooms in the dorm.
For the past 7 months, youāve been nothing but the quiet shy little lamb of ramshackle. People still talk to you, but they never take it to the next level, a friendship level. The only friends you do have are the four people you came here with in this strange world and also grim. But even then you still feel lonely. Those four are always busy with their new friends they made here.
You donāt hold any kind of resentment towards any of them, obviously not their still very kind to you and offer you help! But, you do get lonely at times and wished you had at least someone who you can call a true friend. Or at least someone you can go out and eat with, plan sleepovers or even some shopping with the little allowance that Crowley gives you guys.
You sit down on your comfortable bed, you thank the sevens for Kalim's kind character. He surprised you guys with comfy bedding and pillows for Christmas and you couldnāt be any more grateful to be able to sleep in some nice and comfy sheets. You finish the last few things needed for your assignments before letting out a sigh of relief. You were finally done after two stressful nights! And on time too because then you heard a knock from your bedroom door.
It was yuuken
āDinner is readyā He says.
āIāll be down in a few!ā You get up and slide into your comfy slippers. A gift from Yuuken, who got it from deuceās hometown. You do a couple of stretches after days of hunching over trying to get work done. You leave your room and walk downstairs.
The delicious aroma of dinner hits you. Your stomach growls and you quickly rush to the dining room.
āYay youāre here! Now we can eat!ā Yuuna says excitedly. You noticed that Ace wasnāt around.
āRiddle came and dragged him out. Poor guy, he's definitely going to have a sore neck for the next few weeks.ā Yuuta sighs as he shakes his head. Feeling bad for the first year.
You chuckle before taking a seat. The five of you then begin to dig in as you talk about your days and what you guys have planned for tomorrow. You found out through yuuka that riddle has invited them over for an unbirthday party tomorrow.
And unfortunately for you, you were not invited.
Well, more so you were forgottenā¦again.
You ignored their pitiful stares. You all know riddle met no harm, itās just that the boy actually forgets that you are also there too. You jokingly said it was because you barely talk to the boy- well anyone actually and that youāre always so quiet.
You noticed yuuken open his mouth to talk but you quickly cut him off.
āItās okay! Besides, I have to finish this magic history paper for professor trien class anyways! But you guys have funā You lie through your teeth. You donāt want them to know how much it actually hurts and bothers you about not being invited to fun events.
Itās embarrassing
And that was that.
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It was the day of the unbirthday party. The four yuus have already left, yuuna still insisted for you to come but you politely declined. You didnāt want to make it awkward and make him feel bad for accidentally forgetting to invite youā¦again.
And so they left. Now you were all alone in this big dorm. Grim has been staying over at the heartslabyul dorm for a few days now after the adecue duo lost a bet against yuuka.
You sat quietly on your bed thinking back on the last couple of mouths. You miss your home. Your family and the small number of close friends that you have made.
So now being in a place where youāre all alone and lonely even when you have people with you sucks. You just donāt feel like you belong.
You tried to hold it. The pain about being in some unknown world with no one by your side. You let the tears you were holding fall as you cried about the last couple of months of being here.
You tried befriending the first years how the other yuus have. Though for some reason some of them were awkward towards you. Well, it was more of your fault since you didnāt know what to say or even talk about. What do people in this world even have to talk about? You donāt know the history, the different cultures, languages, trends, movies, books, celebrities- YOU DONT KNOW ANY OF THAT.
You tried with the others too! But they eitherā¦politely brushed you aside or just awkwardly smiled before sprinting away to one of the yuus.
You have never felt so embarrassed.
You slowly look down at your hands.
Small cuts and permanent bruises due to the overblots you had to face.
You remember experiencing the overblots for the first time. How scared you were the first few times before growing completely used to it. You look down at the big scar on your arm. No one knows that it was from one of the overblots. Not even the yuus! Wellā¦besides yuuken.
You bite the inside of your cheek. Trying to hold back a sob.
Back home. When you would feel useless or stressed. You always did the unthinkable.
You slowly lift up your sleeves. Old and new marks litter your skin like a canvas. Some faded and others slowly recovered.
You just hate how awkward and introverted you are.
You closed your eyes before pulling your sleeve down.
Not today
You canāt
You lay down as you quietly cried in the comforts of your own bed as you closed your eyes.
Maybe a nap will make you feel better.
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The next couple of months was starting to become hell for you. You thought you would get better, continue being the forgotten lamb of ramshackle and living your quiet and somewhat normal life here- but no.
You donāt know how or what you did, but youāve started to feel worse than before. Like a heavy weight sitting on your shoulders.
You have been starting to get dreams. Weird and strange dreams that would torment you all night to the point that some nights you donāt even get any rest.
It was horrible
And thenā¦there were the voices. Voices that kept whispering your name. It was small at first. Barely noticeable until it slowly started growing louder and soon they even started talking to you.
You ignored it at first. To the best of your ability as you continue to try to live your normal life.
But it didnāt stop. In fact, ignoring it just made it worse.
It keeps trying to lure you into the woods that stood right behind ramshackle. It was all weird.
And of course the others have noticed. They saw how sleep deprived you were along with being very jumpy. They remember you getting scared when epel came up to you to ask a question about something regarding one of Mr. Crewel's tests. You quite literally jumped out of your skin as you stared at him with wide eyes.
They did come and ask if you were okay, but you just smiled and told them that you were fine.
But in reality both you and them knew something was wrong.
And you werenāt the only one who thought that too.
Lilia has been watching you for some time. Heās never really talked to you but he has greeted you once or twice in the past, which is why he also saw the change that happened to you. For a month now he senses this weird and sort ofā¦.evil presence near you.
He tried speaking to you once. But for some reason you would run away from him when he appeared. Which made him frown.
You never ran away from him
He knows something is wrong, and heāll make sure to find out what it is.
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The bell rings for the end of the day. Everyone gets up and rushes out to the already crowded hallways to go back to their dorms or hang out after classes with friends.
You walk out of class sweaty. A few kids bump into you on the way out, not even bothering to say excuse me.
The halls are filled with a bunch of rowdy and loud students as you sluggishly try pushing your way through to go back to your dorm.
For the whole day you werenāt able to concentrate in any of your classes. Since this morning you have been burning up with a bad fever and so you were just ready to go back to ramshackle and get some rest.
You kept pushing yourself as you walked down the crowded halls. At one point you collided harshly against another student. Without bothering to look you let out a small āsorryā before continuing to walk.
Jack looks at you for a moment as he watches you walk away. The moment he had accidentally bumped into you, he was ready to apologize but stopped when a strong and strange smell hit him.
It was coming from you.
But it was strange because the smell that came off of you, had a strong smell of magic.
He continues watching you until you turn a corner.
Strange
On the whole walk back you couldnāt help but look over your shoulders every now and then. You were sweating like crazy and your whole body trembled. You uncapped the bottle in your hands and took a big sip of water.
That's when you heard it.
A quiet, comforting voice
Y/n
You quickly turned around. But there was nothing. No signs of students, teachers, or anyone in sight. The sun burned rather harshly on your skin and uniform. You felt like you were being cooked alive.
You gulp down the remaining water before quickly running back to the dorm.
You made it to the dorm before anyone. You rushed to take your shoes off before making your way upstairs. Though, as you were walking towards your room, your vision started to get blurry and you swear you feel like your whole world around you was starting to feel loopy and disoriented.
Y/n
Y/n
You quickly turn around. But again, nothing.
You grab onto the doorknob as everything soon feels unreal and the last thing you hear before you faint is the now loud and angry voice.
Y/N
And it goes black
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It seems like there was more than one voice talking around you. It was muffled but you can tell that whoever was talking sounded panicked and worried.
You slowly opened your eyes. You wince at the raging headache and the voices around you growing louder before someone shushes everyone up. You feel a rough but gentle hand stroke your cheek and say your name.
Y/n
Y/n can you hear me?
āY/n are you okay?ā You open your eyes to see Yuuken look at you worriedly. Behind him was yuuka, yuuta, yuuna, and grim staring at you in worry.
āYouāre finally awake! What happened?ā Yuuna quickly asks. She helps you sit up as she hands you a cup of water.
āH-huh?ā
āYou fainted. When we came in we saw you on the ground outside of your room"Yuuka says with a worried tone. Her brows were furrowed as she motioned Yuuta to bring you the soup he made. He also looked worried.
āYeah you had grim worried sick when he touched you and said you were hot to the touch- here I made some soupā
You fainted?
āI-I donāt know what happenedā
āAre you sick? Jack mentioned seeing you looking uncomfortable and sickly, asked me to check up on youā
Y/n
That what it kept saying
Your name over and over and over again.
āY/n?ā
āHuh?ā You turn to yuuken. For a split second, he had a look that you couldnāt quite understand before he sighed and let go of your hand.
You werenāt even aware he was holding it.
āGet some rest. Iāll tell Crowley to excuse you from class tomorrow and Iāll make sure to bring you any assignments from classā
You just nodded as you finished the remaining water in your cup.
āI hope you get better soonā yuuta says. The rest nod and bid you goodbye before walking out of your room.
You donāt know why, but deep down you feel like itās just the beginning to somethingā¦sinister.
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āIs it just meā¦or has y/n been acting kind ofā¦strange lately?ā
Everyone turns to look at grim. He was currently munching on a can of tuna while the rest were busy with cleaning up Crowley's office.
āYeah Ive noticed it tooā
āDo you think itās the dreams again?ā Yuuta asked.
āSheās said she hasnāt had them in over a month, I doubt it could be thatā¦right?ā They all look at each other. They knew that you werenāt fully honest about how youāve been feeling lately, but it saddens them to know that you are deciding to deal with this alone rather than telling them and asking for help.
āSheās been getting sick almost every week now, even Jack is starting to get concernedā
āThen what should we do? Shouldnāt we tell Crowley?ā yuuken shook his head.
āAlready did, all he said was that itās just dreams and that sheās still not used to twisted wonderlandā Yuuna frowns.
āDo you guys thinkā¦.that we adjusted a little too fast in this world?ā Silence. Even grim stops eating.
āI mean, we were all scared and confused coming here! We didnāt even know each other back then but being from the same world brought us togetherā
āDo you think sheās still scared and wants to go back home?ā Yuuka and yuuta both look at each other.
āT-that could be possibleā
āI mean we already met and made so many friends here while also gaining a reputation. And the last time we heard about Crowley finding us a way back home was 3 months ago!ā She sighs. She made a mental note to rough up Crowley again for more information about going back home.
āSheās probably tired of waitingā
āThatās enoughā everyone turns to yuuken.
āWe should hurry so we can head backā
āBesides, she hates being aloneā
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Itās been a month since that weird encounter. You thought it wouldāve been a one time thing but now, wherever you go that same voice keeps calling out to you.
When you're studying in your room, when you're alone in the kitchen, in the shower, when youāre getting ready for bed or school.
Itās always. Saying. Your. Name.
And you feel like youāre going crazy.
It always calls when you're alone.
āY/n?ā You scream and yuuken immediately throws his hands up in surrender.
āItās me! Yuuken!ā
āSevens you scared the shit out of me!ā
āSorry, didnāt mean to scare youā He walks inside your dark room. You pat the empty spot next to you and he sat down. For the longest time you were something yuuken has always cared about and admired.
He remembers the first time he saw you.
It was cold. He doesnāt remember how he got here and what happened, all he knows is that he was heading back home after kendo practice before a black carriage came and almost ran him over.
Now heās here
The doors to the box swing open, he coughs at the dust and steps out. He opens his eyes and he sees that heās not the only one here.
āH-huh? What is this place?ā
āDid I just get kidnappedā
āAm I dead?ā
He looks over at every single person before soon locking eyes with you.
Your face said it all. Scared and confused.
āW-where are we?ā
āHello? Earth to yuuken!ā He quickly snaps out of it and his ears instantly go hot.
āS-sorry- umā You smile. You nudge his arm before pointing at the clock.
āWell whatever you want to tell me you better be quick, the party is almost startingā
Ah right
The party
āOh yeah. Um Kalim wanted to see you, said he wanted to thank you for helping him study for that history of magic testā
āO-ohā¦I would love to but, you know how I havenāt been getting any sleep recently I would much rather just stay in and try getting some restā You awkwardly play with your hands. Ignoring yuuken stare.
āRightā¦well if you need anything, donāt hesitate to call meā
āOkayā
āIām seriousā You look up at him. There it is again. That look he always gives you and itās only reserved to you.
You smile and grab his hand.
āI promise I will call if anything happensā You interlock your pinkyās together, a promise to him. You were unaware of how flustered he was and how much that affected him.
āHey are- ohhhhā He immediately shoots up from his spot and turns to see yuuka. She shot a smirk his way and he instantly went red.
āA-anyways, I think itās getting pretty late. Letās go yuukaā
āTotallyā She waves you goodbye as they both leave.
The two of them walked down the stairs and he tried his best to ignore yuuka who was currently teasing him.
āOhh so is prince charming finally going to confess and have his happily ever after with his bride?~ā
āVery funnyā
āOuuu whatās this I hear! Yuuken finally confessed?ā
āWhat? Howād it go?! Are you two dating now!ā
āQuiet down! Sheās upstairs you knowā yuuka laughs as she swings her arm over his shoulder.
āSeriously, you need to hurry up and get her before someone doesā
āTrue, some kid in my class lately says how pretty y/n is-ā
āSevens letās go before weāre lateā
Everyone laughed as they began to tease him.
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When they say Scarabia knows how to throw good parties. They know how to throw good parties. Upon arriving, the yuus knew immediately that at least HALF of the school was here.
āDamn did he invite the whole school?ā
āKnowing Kalim, he probably didā
āThatās a Scarabia party for youā
āHey! Over hereā They all turned around to see Jamil. He walks over to where they were and greets them.
āJamil!ā Yuuna gives him a hug as he stumbles back. He awkwardly gives her a hug back, careful to not spill his drink on her.
āHey whereās Kalim?ā Yuuta asks curiously.
āHeās on the dance floorā Yuuna and yuuta both turn to see Jamil. He nods over to Kalim's direction and they both look over to see Kalim and other students dancing. The two giggle.
āYou guys can talk to him after. Heās excited to have you guys here againā
āThank you for the invite, means- oh donāt tell me thatās grimā they all turn around to see Ace and deuce trying to get grim off the buffet table. Yuuka sighs before excusing herself to go take care of it.
āI hope you made enough food for everyone, seems like grim wonāt be leaving that table anytime soonā Jamil sighs as he rubs his temple.
āLuckily for you, I did make enough to feed a whole villageā¦ā
āIs that fruit punch?ā Yuuna asks excitedly. Jamil nods and tells her where to get it. She thanks him before quickly sprinting to get some fruit punch.
As the three began to talk, yuuken was suddenly pulled back by his arm. He turns around to see who it was but was met by Lilia's horrified face.
āWheres y/nā
āWhat?ā
āY/n where is she?ā He gives him a confused look before answering his question.
āSheās back in ramshackle, she didnāt feel like coming-ā
āWe have to goā
āWhat? Wha-ā
āSheās not safe ! We have to go now before itās too lateā Now this has already started causing a scene. Yuuta quickly walks up to Lilia with a confused yet panicked look.
āWhat do you mean? Is something bad going to happen to y/n?ā
āIāll explain on the way, but right now we have to go to ramshackleā
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Back in ramshackle
You woke up to the sound of the wooden floors downstairs creaking. You turn to the clock to check what time it is.
11:29 pm
They left an hour ago.
You sigh before laying back down and sleep.
*THUD*
You jump at the sound of something falling downstairs. You froze and held in a breath, trying not to make any noise and listen.
ā¦
ā¦.
Nothing
āNo, itās all in your headā You whisper to yourself. You took a couple deep breaths as you tried to clear your mind.
You waited again.
Yet nothing
āItās all in your headā you cuddle up closer to your bed and close your eyes.
You knew that ramshackle is an old dorm. So you tried not to think too much about it every time you heard a creak coming from the wooden floors. Or the sound of the curtain fabric swinging from the window, or the sound of the leaky faucet from the bathroom again.
You ignored it all until you heard it
Y/n
Your name
But this time it sounded much closer
Like, it was inside your room. You already feel tears threatening to stream down your face.
No no itās all in your head
You closed your eyes again and tried to ignore it. Which was a mistake on your part.
Y/N
Itās screaming at you
Asking you to look at it.
But you canāt, you donāt want to
A shiny green light suddenly appears in the middle of your room.
Y/n
Itās calling to you
You made a mistake by accidentally looking at it. Now your whole body lost its control as you become hypnotized by the green light.
And you were lured by the comforting voice that was calling your name.
You slowly raised up from bed
And followed it.
Your door opens which then the light soon leaves the room and lures you with it. You follow it down the stairs, through the ramshackle living room, into the kitchen and to the back door.
It was dark outside and cold. You only had on your oversized t-shirt along with shorts and you were barefoot. But that didnāt matter since you couldnāt feel anything other than hearing the strange yet comforting voice calling out to you.
Y/n
You follow it as it takes you into the dark and eerie woods behind the dorm. The small green glow being your only source of light throughout the dark night.
As it took you farther away from your dorm, it knew you wouldnāt be able to come back.
āThat thing! All those night terrors and dreams sheās been having along with her sickness, itās all its fault!ā
Lilia and yuuken quickly left the party after what Lilia had said. He told yuuta to stay and watch over the grim and the girls as him and Lilia ran back to ramshackle.
āI donāt understand, who is it?ā
āA entityā
āIt seems like y/n has grown super strong emotions during her stay here. Itās like an overblot! But the difference is this entity isnāt from here, itās from another dimension and it hasnāt been seen or active in over a millenniumā
An entity?
āWhat does it want from her?ā
āIt wants her! Her emotions, pain, everything was strong enough to manifest itself back!ā
āIt wonāt stop until it has herā
It feels like centuries before it soon takes you inside of a cave. A cave that has never been seen in centuries.
The green light then stops in the middle of the cave. It glows bright and green as it slowly shrinks back til itās nothing.
Finally
Your mine
The voice says before you feel something lunge at you. Impaling you. You quickly broke away from its mind control and screamed. It pinned you to the ground as you tried helplessly to get it off you. You began to choke on your own blood as it squeezed and pulled on your insides.
The last thing you see is a cloud of what looks like colorful smoke before you give up.
āNo one will remember youā
āYou will always be ramshackles forgotten lambā
The grief, anger, and pain you have felt all this time has helped to manifest an ancient twisted being that hasnāt been seen in over a millennium.
Now it finally has you
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Erm anyways, leave any comments if you guys are interested in me writing horror pieces! Especially for this upcoming October !
Okay, so! Donāt feel pressured to write this at awll but if you wanted to do a small story about the outsiders gang and a āsister-esqā member (think maybe two-bits or dallyās sister as part of the gang) where they find out sheās wuhluhwuh and has been CRUSHING on another greaser gangās girl. (Honestly would love the angst of it all, but if this isnāt something u write for I totally get that)
Btw ur one of my fav creators on this app, I love ur writing!! Keep it up! Hope u have the best week!!š
āāāāŪ¶ą§ conditional love.
or... your older brother, whom you love to death, showing you that his love is not as inconditional as he pledged it to be. !!
The air in the Curtisā living room was thick with the usual smells of cigarette smoke, cheap aftershave, and the lingering scent of the dinner Darry had managed to scrape together. It was a typical night. Two-Bit was regaling everyone with a story, his hands flying, a beer bottle clutched in one. Steve and Soda were arguing good-naturedly about engines, their voices a familiar, overlapping hum. Ponyboy was half-reading a book, half-listening to everything, while Johnny sat quietly beside him, a shadow in the corner. You were curled up on the floor, leaning against the sofa where your brother, Dallas, sat, his arm casually slung over your shoulders, his fingers occasionally giving your arm a squeeze.
This was your world. This warm, chaotic, greaser sanctuary. You felt safe here, cocooned by the overprotectiveness of seven older brothers in all but blood. Dallas, in particular, was your fortress. Heād been your whole world since you could remember. Heād gotten you out of the hellhole of New York, heād fed you, fought for you, and when he boasted to the others, "My kid sister's too smart to go moonin' over some dumb boy. Raised her right, didn't I?" you'd just roll your eyes, a secret, bittersweet smile playing on your lips.
If only he knew.
The secret was a living thing inside you, a bird with a frantic, panicked heartbeat. It had a name: Angela Shepard. It had a feeling: the dizzying, electric thrill that shot through you when she smiled, the way your stomach flipped when her hand brushed yours "accidentally" behind the school. It had a memory: the stolen, fumbling kisses in the dusty silence of the abandoned lot, kisses that tasted like cherry cola and felt like coming home. It was a beautiful, terrifying secret, and you guarded it with your life.
The end of that world began with a piece of paper.
Youād been sketching in your notebook, a habit youād picked up from Pony. A profile of a girl with soft features and long hair. Youād written her name just once, in your tiniest, most discreet script, next to the drawing: Angela. You hadnāt even meant to. It was just a whisper of ink, a testament to the thoughts that constantly consumed you.
Youād gotten up to help Sodapop get more Cokes from the kitchen, leaving the notebook on the floor. When you returned, the atmosphere had shifted. The easy chatter had died. Dallas was standing, your notebook held in his white-knuckled grip. His face, usually a mask of cool indifference or controlled rage, was pale, his eyes wide with a confusion that was rapidly curdling into something much, much darker.
"What is this?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
Your heart plummeted into your stomach, a cold, hard stone. "Dally, give it back."
He didn't move. His eyes were fixed on the page, on the name. "Angela Shepard?" he spat the name like it was poison. "You drawin' pictures of Shepard's girl? Why?"
Your throat closed up. "She's my friend."
"Friend?" He let out a short, ugly laugh that had no humor in it. "Since when do you draw your friends like you're some lovesick Soc? Since when do you write their names likeā¦ likeā¦" He trailed off, the pieces clicking into place in his mind with an almost audible snap. You could see it happening, the dawning, horrifying comprehension in his eyes.
The room was frozen. Steve had stopped talking. Two-Bitās joke died on his lips. Darry was watching, his brow furrowed in concern. Sodapop had taken a step towards you, his expression wary.
Dallasās head snapped up, his eyes, burning with a fire youād never seen directed at you, locked onto yours. "Youā¦" he whispered, the word a venomous hiss. Then his voice rose, cracking with a fury that made the windows rattle. "YOU?!"
He threw the notebook against the wall, the sound like a gunshot. "You're one of them? Aā¦ a dyke? A goddamn queer?!"
The words hung in the air, vile and suffocating. You felt like youād been physically struck. Tears sprang to your eyes, hot and immediate.
"Dally, noā" you choked out.
"Don't you 'Dally' me!" he roared, surging forward and grabbing you by the shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh like claws. He shook you, hard. "My own sister! My own goddamn baby sister! A- a freak! A creep!"
Each word was a shard of glass, tearing you apart from the inside. This was Dallas. Your Dallas. The brother whoād read you stories when you were scared in New York, whoād held your hand when you crossed the street, whoād sworn nobody would ever hurt you.
"Is that why you were always with her?" he screamed, his face inches from yours, spittle landing on your cheek. "You beenā¦ what? Messin' around with her? Kissin' her? You let that Shepard bitch put her hands on you?"
The gang was a tableau of shock. Steveās face was a mask of pure revulsion, his lip curled. Two-Bit looked away, uncomfortable and grim. Johnny had shrunk further into his corner, his eyes wide with terror, not at you, but at the volcanic eruption of Dallasās rage. Ponyboy had scrambled behind Sodapop, his face ashen, tears already welling in his eyes.
But it was Darry and Sodapop who broke your heart further. Darryās face was a storm of horrorānot at your secret, but at the scene unfolding. Sodapop looked like he was going to be sick, his hand outstretched as if he could stop this nightmare.
Ā āAll this time! I was bragging about my good girl, my good little sister! And youāreā¦ youāre this? Youāre some disgustingā¦ lesbo? Sneaking around with a SHEPARD? What did you do with her, huh? You little pervert!ā
"Dallas, let her go!" Darry commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.
But Dallas was beyond hearing. He shoved you back, your side hitting the coffee table. "All this time! I was boastin' about how you didn't like boys, and all this time you wereā¦ you were just wired wrong! You're broken! You're a goddamn error!"
He raised his hand, and the crack of his palm against your cheek echoed in the dead silence of the room. The pain was sharp and bright, but it was nothing compared to the agony of his words, of the hatred in his eyes.
āPlease, Dal,ā you sobbed, your voice breaking. āIām still me.ā
āNO, YOUāRE NOT!ā he thundered, his voice raw with hatred. āYouāre not my sister! Youāre not a Winston! You canāt be! I wonāt have aā¦ a filthy, disgustingĀ thingĀ like you carrying my name! You hear me? YOU ARE NO SISTER OF MINE! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME! NOTHING!ā
The world stopped.
Those words severed something fundamental inside you. It was the final, killing blow. The love you had built your entire life upon had been a lie. It had conditions. It had walls. And you had just stumbled outside of them, into a cold, endless void.
You didn't look at anyone else. Not at Sodapopās pleading eyes, not at Darryās furious face, not at Ponyboyās silent weeping. The person you were, the girl who was Dallas Winstonās sister, died in that moment.
You turned and you ran.
You heard Sodapopās voice, desperate, as he tried to reach out and grab you. he missed. "Wait! Kid, come back! Let's talk it out!"
āHoney, stop! Letās talk!ā Darry called, his voice laced with a panic he rarely showed.
But his voice was a million miles away. You wrenched the door open and fled into the oppressive Tulsa night, the sound of Darry screaming at your brotherāyour former brotherāfading behind you.
You ran until your lungs burned. The sobs that wracked your body were silent, tearless heaves of pure, unadulterated grief. He was gone. Your brother was gone. Your family was gone. Everything was gone.
Back in the Curtis house, chaos erupted.
āWHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?ā Darry roared, shoving Dallas hard in the chest. āSHEāS A FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL! YOUR SISTER!ā
āSHE AINāT MY SISTER!ā Dallas screamed back, his face a twisted mask of rage and grief. āNot anymore! You heard her! Sheās aā¦ a queer! A lesbian! Messing around with a Shepard! Itās disgusting, Darry! Itās wrong!ā
āSheās a kid whoās scared!ā Sodapop yelled, his voice cracking. āShe trusted you! And youā¦ you hit her! You told her you hated her! I could neverā¦ I could never say that to Pony, no matter what!ā
āThis is different, Soda! You donāt get it!ā Steve interjected, though he looked shaken. āItāsā¦ itās not natural, man.ā
āShut up, Steve!ā Darry snapped, his focus entirely on Dallas. āShe is the only thing you have in this world! The only good, clean thing! And you just set it on fire because youāre too damn stupid and hateful to understand!ā
The argument raged for hours, but Dallas was a fortress of bigotry and wounded pride. He wouldnāt budge. He called you every vile name he could think of, his love for you curdled into something pure and toxic.
It took four days.
Four days of you not coming home to Buckās.
Four days of Darry and Soda scouring the neighborhood, their faces growing grimmer with each passing hour.
Four days of Ponyboy crying himself to sleep, haunted by the look on your face.
Four days of Johnny jumping at every sound, the memory of Dallasās violence etched into his mind.
Four days of Steve and Two-Bitās discomfort slowly turning into a gnawing guilt.
Dallas, after his rage had burned out, leaving him hollow and ash-filled, had tried to maintain his stance. "Good riddance to bad rubbish," heād muttered on the second day, but the words had no heat. Heād seen the look in Darryās eyesāa look of profound disappointment. Heād seen the way Ponyboy flinched when he entered a room. Heād seen Sodapop, who was usually a ray of sunshine, sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, utterly desolate.
On the morning of the fourth day, Dallas finally broke. He found Darry in the kitchen, his own face pale and sleepless. "Sheā¦ she ain't come back?" Dallas asked, his voice rough.
Darry just looked at him, his eyes red-rimmed. "No, Dallas. She hasn't."
āIā¦ā he croaked, his voice rough from disuse and screaming. āIā¦ I messed up.ā
āYou think?ā
āWhere is she?ā Dallas asked, a desperate hope in his eyes. āIs she here? At your place? Iā¦ I gotta talk to her. I gotta fix it.ā
āSheās gone, Dally.ā
āWhat do you mean, gone? Gone where?ā
āWe donāt know,ā Darry said, standing up. His huge frame seemed to sag under an invisible weight. āWeāve looked everywhere. The Shepards havenāt seen Angela either, she ran off too. I can guess your former sister told her how you'd reacted. Timās fit to be tied, says she left a note saying she was āgoing somewhere she could breathe.ā We checked the trains, the bus stationsā¦ nothing.ā
The former before sister stung Dallas more than he wished it had, he had been the one to 'take away' said title from you, but still.
āNo. No, sheās justā¦ sheās hiding. They're hiding together, I'm sure. Sheās mad. Sheāll come back.ā
āWill she, now?ā chimed in Johnny, grimly, voice soft.
āItās been four days, man,ā Two-Bit said quietly, all the usual humor gone from his voice. āA kid like herā¦ with no money, no place to goā¦ā
A terrible, chilling silence fell over the room. Darry finally voiced the fear that had been eating at all of them, the one that had kept him awake for three nights straight.
Johnny sighed from his place sat by the counter, before speaking softly. āA kid whoās told theyāre a mistake, who has their whole heart broken like that, Dally, they justā¦ disappear.ā
The unspoken words hung in the air, more terrifying than any scream.
Or worse.
āDallas,ā Darry whispered, his voice breaking. āI got a real bad feeling. A real bad feeling that weāre not ever gonna find her. That sheāsā¦ that sheās lying in a ditch somewhere out by the train tracks, alone. And that she didnāt get there by accident.ā
The image Darry painted was so vivid, so horrifyingly plausible, that Dallas felt the floor drop out from under him. He saw it too: your small, broken body, discarded and alone. His baby sister. The one heād sworn to protect. The one heād raised. The one heād loved more than anything in this rotten world. And he had been the one to destroy her.
Dallas Winston, the tough guy, the hood, the one who didnāt care about anything, finally broke. He sank to the floor, the sobs wracking his entire body, a broken litany of āIām sorry, Iām sorry, Iām sorry,ā falling from his lips. But it was too late. The damage was absolute. The silence from your absence was a roaring, permanent scream. He had saved you from the gutters of New York only to throw you into a deeper, darker ditch with his own two hands, and the chilling, gut-wrenching certainty that you were lost forever was his final, deserved punishment.
He was seventeen years old, and he had just killed the only thing that had ever mattered. And the ghost of his sister, the one heād raised and loved and failed, would haunt him for the rest of his days.
What if Sebastian and MC are fighting some Ashwinders. Sebastian finishes the last one off and turns to MC with a huge grin on his face only for it to drop when he sees her crumpled on the ground, not moving. He realises she's dying and just starts sobbing and babbling because he can't do anything else. It doesn't have to end with MC dying but just reading a distraught Sebastian in love with MC holding them bleeding out in his arms in your phenomenal writing would be gut wrenching and beautiful and I need it.
Between Life and Death | Sebastian Sallow x Reader
Words: ~6,200
Tags: Violence, Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, No Hogwarts House, Post Hogwarts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort
Sebastian had always been good in a fight.
It was the one thing he could rely on, the one skill that had carried him through every reckless decision, every brush with death. And tonight, he was in his elementāmoving like a shadow through the barn, his wand a blur of motion, spells tearing through the air as he cut down Ashwinders one by one.
It was almost funāif he ignored the fact that heād nearly died about a hundred times in the past ten minutes.
He ducked low, rolling behind an overturned cart as a jet of green light shattered the wooden beams where his head had been a second ago. He barely had time to breathe before he was up again, wand snapping forward, Expulso sending a wave of concussive force into an advancing foe, throwing the man back so hard he crumpled into the splintered remains of a stall door.
Sebastian grinned, breathless, a sharp rush of adrenaline thrumming through his veins. The barn reeked of damp hay, smoke, and blood, the air shimmering with heat from the relentless spellfire. He pivoted just in time to deflect a Bombarda, the impact knocking him back a step, but he recovered fastātoo fast for the poor bastard who had thrown it. With a flick of his wrist, he wrenched the Ashwinderās wand from his grip, then sent a Diffindo slicing through the air. The man hit the ground with a strangled cry, unmoving.
That was the last of them.
Sebastian exhaled hard, wiping a line of blood from his brow where a near miss had grazed him. He should have felt triumphant. He should have felt relieved.
But instead, he felt uneasy.
It had been a bad idea to split up.
The two of you never did thatānever needed to. You had fought and bled together for years, perfecting a rhythm that didnāt require words. It wasnāt just trust, it was instinct. And yet, when you insisted, all stubborn confidence and reckless certainty, he had let you go.
He shouldnāt have.
Because the barn was clear, and you werenāt back yet.
Sebastian turned on his heel, bolting through the side door and into the open field beyond. The night air was thick with the scent of burning ozone, the grass scorched where spells had landed. In the distance, flashes of magic still clashed, illuminating the darkened farm in jagged bursts. Red, green, white, blue.
And then your voice. Strained. Furious. Tired.
Sebastian sprinted toward the sound, heart slamming against his ribs. He caught sight of you just beyond the treeline, tangled in a final skirmish against one last Ashwinder. You were still on your feet, still fighting, but something was wrong.
You were hurt.
Your stance was offāyour left side sluggish, your dodges not as sharp as they should have been. Blood darkened your robes where a wound had already torn through fabric, your wand arm trembling under the effort of holding your defense.
Sebastian ran toward you, wand already snapping up as he fired off a volley of Basic Casts. The spells shot through the air in quick succession, streaks of gold against the dark. But the Ashwinder barely reactedāhis wand flicked lazily, deflecting each attack with a casual ease that made Sebastianās stomach twist.
"Ah, there you are," the Ashwinder drawled, sidestepping a stray blast that sent dirt flying. His lips curled into a smirk as his gaze flicked between you and Sebastian. "You Aurors always come in pairs, donāt you? Like a matched set."
Sebastian barely heard him. He was too focused on you. The fight had gone on too long, and you were exhausted.
Sebastian held the Ashwinder off with a flurry of casts, slipping seamlessly to your side. He kept his wand raised, breath coming quick and shallow, sweat dampening his collar as he positioned himself between you and the threat. His body thrummed with adrenaline, his mind racing through every possible outcome, every spell that could end this now.
"Fancy meeting you here," he said breathlessly.
You huffed a breathāalmost a laugh, but too ragged, too weak. "You took your time."
"Had to make a dramatic entrance."
The Ashwinder tilted his head, unconcerned, his wand still held lazily at his side. There was something about the way he stoodācasual, relaxed, too comfortable for a man facing two Aurors in a fight to the death. He was unbothered. Amused. Like he had already won.
"This isnāt going to end the way you want it to, you know." His voice was calm. Certain.
Sebastianās jaw clenched.
Heās stalling.
The realization cut through the haze of adrenaline, sending warning bells shrieking through his mind. He had seen this before, too many times, too many fights that had turned just before the final blow landed.
And then he saw it.
The flick of the manās wrist. A subtle, practiced movement, too smooth to be anything but deliberate, his fingers curling around his wand as an incantation left his mouth.
Sebastian knew dark magic when he saw it. He had spent a lifetime running from it, pretending his hands werenāt just as stained. He had seen spells most would never dare utter, watched them take root in the bones of men who had deserved far worse. And in that instant, he knew.
This wasnāt just any curse. This was meant to kill.
The spell tore from the Ashwinderās wand in a flash of crimson, slicing through the air like a blade. It was too quick, too vicious, aimed straight for Sebastian's chest, but before he could reactābefore he could cast, or dodge, or breatheā
You were already moving. There was no hesitation. No pause. No second-guessing. Just you shoving him aside.
Sebastian stumbled, the force of you knocking the air from his lungs. His boots skidded against the scorched earth, hands grasping at nothing as he lost balance for half a heartbeat.
The night exploded in red light, a sickening crack tearing through the air. It was the sound of flesh meeting force, of limbs jerking in ways they werenāt meant to, your body snapping like a marionette with its strings cut.
Then you hit the ground with a horrible, lifeless thud.
Sebastianās breath locked in his throat. It was like time had collapsed in on itself, like the world had narrowed down to the unbearable stillness of your body sprawled in the dirt.
āNoāNO.ā
Sebastian turned sharply, wand raised, ready to kill. Ready to rip the Ashwinder apart, to end him with whatever unforgivable curse came to mind firstā
But there was nothing. The Ashwinder was gone. Vanished.
With the danger gone, he fell to his knees beside you, hands reaching, grasping, shaking as he hovered over you.
Your body twitched. Shaking like an exposed wire, snapping with electricity, the aftershocks of magic still crackling through your limbs.
Sebastian reached for your face. āHeyāhey, look at me, youāre fine, itās fineāā
Blood dripped from your lips. Thick and dark, slipping down your chin, staining your skin.
You werenāt fine.
You werenāt fine, and Sebastianāhe should have been faster. He should have seen that spell coming, should have moved in time. In fact, he should have ripped that bastard apart before he had the chance to even cast it.
Sebastianās breath was a harsh, ragged thing in the back of his throat. His pulse thundered so loudly it drowned out everything else. He was shaking, rage burning through his blood so violently it felt like it might split him apart. But he had bigger problems.
Like the way blood was dripping from your mouth and your nose and your ears. The way you clawed weakly at his robes, desperate for somethingāfor himāas your chest heaved in shallow, gurgling breaths. The way your lips trembled, trying to form words that wouldnāt come.
Sebastian could feel panic rising. He could feel it thrumming beneath his skin, curling around his ribs, clawing at his throat like a viceābut he couldnāt let it take hold. He had to stay calm. He had to fix this.
He was already moving, tugging at the front of your coat, ripping through buttons and fabric as he yanked it open. His fingers fumbled at your shirt, hands tearing at the fabric, desperate to find the wound.
Sebastian's hands slid over your chest, your sternum, your stomach, pressing desperately, trying to stop the bleeding that had no source, his fingers slick with your blood.
āWhereāā His voice broke. āWhere is it?ā
There was nothing.
No. That didnāt make sense. The spell had hit you dead center. It should have burned through you, should have split skin and shattered ribs, and yetā
No gaping hole, no shattered ribs, no jagged tear of flesh where the spell should have struck. No injury to bandage, no visible wound to close.
Only evidence.
Scarring, curling across your skin in intricate, fractal-like patterns branching out from where the curse had struck, winding across your chest and shoulders like the roots of something hungry. And blood. Not from a single sourceānot pooling from a wound he could healābut everywhere. Your nose. Your ears. Your mouth. Your eyes.
Your chest rose in shallow, desperate breaths, each one a ragged, gurgling effort that sent fresh rivulets of blood spilling down your chin. Your fingers twitched against his wrist, gripping at him like he was the only thing tethering you here.
Sebastianās stomach lurched. You were drowning in your own blood.
You were dying.
This was a curse. Not a wound. Not something he could stitch up or set right with a simple spell. This was something deeper. Something worse.
No. No, no, no.
āStay with me.ā Sebastian wiped your mouth with frantic, shaking fingers as he tried to keep his focus, tried to think. He knew dark magic, had studied it in ways he wasnāt proud of, had seen the aftermath of curses that twisted people apart from the inside out. This wasnāt just an attackāthis was designed to ruin. To erase.
He needed to counter it.
Sebastian forced magic into his wand, too much, too fast, the raw surge of it crackling along his arm as he pressed the tip to your chest.
The spell nearly shattered on impact, the sheer force of his desperation threatening to unravel it before it could even take shape. But he didnāt care, he couldnāt care., he just had to fix this.
He ran through every healing charm he knew by heart, ones he had practiced for years, ones he had murmured over you a hundred times before, through broken bones and deep gashes, through the bruises and burns of battles past.
"Vulnera Sanentur." His voice trembled, his grip so tight on his wand that his knuckles turned white.
Nothing.
"Episkey." Another pulse of magic, another useless attempt.
"Ferulaā"
"Brackium Emendoā"
Every spell bounced off you, the energy dispersing into the air, wasted, slipping from his grasp like water through his fingers.
Sebastianās breaths came sharp and ragged, frustration clawing at his ribs as he tried again. And again. And again.
"Reparifors."
Nothing.
"Anapneoā" His voice cracked. He could hear the blood clear momentarily from your throat, your breath rattling as you sucked in a breath, your chest struggling beneath his hands, but it only took a moment before blood still bubbled from your lips again, your body still shaking, still deteriorating.
"No, no, noācome onā" Sebastian pressed harder, forcing magic into you, trying to make it work, trying to force the spell to take, but the harder he pushed, the worse it got. His own magic sparked, burning too hot, too wild, and it wasnāt fixing youāit wasnāt doing anything. t was like throwing a lifeline into the abyss and feeling it slip through empty air. Like trying to hold back the tide with bare hands.
This wasnāt something he could heal. This wasn't something Sebastian could fix, not by himself.
The realization sent a sickening, leaden weight crashing into his chest, something so final, so wrong, that for a moment, he thought it might break him.
Sebastian had spent years clawing his way out of the darkness, had fought tooth and nail against the temptations of the past, against the reckless desperation that had once led him down paths he couldnāt take back. But right now, with you dying, he would have burned the entire world to ash if it meant saving you.
"Fuckā" His voice broke as he moved, hands desperate as he gathered you against him, pulling you up and into his lap with an urgency that bordered on frantic. His arms locked around you, his body curling protectively around yours like he could somehow shield you from what was happening.
You were feverish. Your skin was slick with sweat and blood, burning against him despite how violently you were shivering. Every breath you took was a ragged, struggling thing, each one sounding more painful than the last.
Sebastianās hand fumbled for his wand again, clumsy with panic. He cast Anapneo without thinking, without pausing, forcing the magic through even as his voice trembled on the incantation.
A brief moment of relief.
The blood in your throat cleared just enough for you to suck in another gasping, rattling breath. But it wasnāt enough. The moment the magic faded, the blood pooled again, slipping past your lips in sluggish, crimson trails, soaking into your collar, your torn shirt, his hands.
Sebastian cursed under his breath, tugging at his sleeve, using the fabric to wipe at your face, brushing away the fresh blood streaking your chin, catching the slow dribble from your nose, but the blood kept coming, staining the fabric, staining his fingers, staining you.
Another cast. Anapneo. eEnough for another breath, another heartbeat, another second of you still here.
"Hey," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "You're okay. You'reāyou're gonna be okay."
But he could see it in your eyes.
Fear.
It was deep and wide, unmistakable even as you fought to keep your expression steady. You had faced death a hundred times before, had stood beside him in battle without hesitation, had bled for your duty, for him. And neverānot onceāhad he seen you afraid. But now, your eyes were wide, darting, searching, looking to him for something he couldnāt give you.
You knew you were dying.
Sebastian clenched his jaw. His pulse pounded, his vision tunneling to nothing but youāyou, shaking, struggling, fading.
Sebastian had seen bodies before. Had watched people die a thousand times in battle, in back alleys, in the ruins of homes left burning, in the aftermath of violence and choices made too late. He had seen blood soak the earth, had heard the final, rattling gasps of those who didnāt make it, had felt the cold, empty weight of knowing that nothing could be done.
But it was never supposed to be you.
His breath hitchedāsharp, brokenāpanic eclipsing instinct, smothering logic, drowning out the training drilled into him over years of war. He was losing you. The realization hollowed him out, left something splintering and raw in its wake.
And thenā
Then he was crying.
Not the restrained, bitter tears of grief he had learned to swallow down, but helpless, frantic sobs, shaking him from the inside out, tearing through his chest with every word, every desperate, useless attempt to keep you here.
"No, no, noā" His voice cracked, hoarse and broken, as his hands pressed against your face, as if he could hold you here, as if his grip alone could keep youalive.
Sebastian sobbed, rocking slightly with you cradled against his chest, his forehead pressed against yours. His free hand tangled in your hair, brushing it back from your damp forehead, his thumb skimming across your temple in a helpless, desperate attempt to soothe, to comfort.
"I should have never left you." The words spilled from him before he could stop them, breaking apart at the edges, raw and unfiltered. "I should haveāI never should have let you go off alone, I should have stayed, Iāfuck, I should have been fasterāā
Another tremor wracked your body, and Sebastian choked on his own breath, panic clawing at his ribs, making it impossible to think.
"No, no, no, stay with meā" He cast Anapneo again, frantic. His vision blurred with hot, stinging tears as you sucked in another shuddering breath, but he knewāhe knewāthis wasnāt going to last. Eventually, you would lose too much blood. Eventually, no spell would be enough to keep your lungs working.
Sebastian let out a strangled noise, something desperate and untamed, something that sounded more like an animal in pain than a person.
His hand smoothed over your hair again, trembling fingers carding through it as he pressed his lips to your forehead, his tears slipping into your hair.
"You shouldnāt have had to take that curse for me." His voice broke completely, all the air knocked out of him as the weight of it crushed him. "Why did you do that? Why the fuck did you do that? That should have been meāI would have taken it, I would haveā" He sucked in a sharp, gasping breath. "I should have protected you. I should haveā" His jaw clenched so hard it ached, another sob forcing its way up his throat.
You made a soundāweak, barely there. Your fingers twitched at his sleeve, trying to grasp at him, trying to tell him something.
His arms curled tighter around you, his fingers gripping the back of your neck, pressing you closer.
"I love you."
The words tumbled out before Sebastian could think better of it, before he could stop them.
Because they were true. So fucking true.
"I love youāI should have said it, I should have said it sooner, IāI thoughtā" A shuddering breath, a ragged sob. "I thought I had more time."
His hands pressed to your cheeks, his thumbs smoothing over bloodied skin, his lips ghosting over your forehead, over your hair, over everywhere as if he could somehow kiss you back to life.
"I love youā" Another whisper, another broken, wrecked admission, his heart tearing itself to shreds in his chest. "Please, you have to stay with me, pleaseādonāt leave me."
His voice cracked. His whole body cracked.
Sebastian Sallow, who had spent his entire life fighting, clawing, surviving, was begging. Praying to every fucking god there was, every single god he didnāt believe in, that somethingāanything would hear him. That some force greater than himself, greater than the world would take pity on him, on you, and undo this.
Because this was losing you. This was your fingers twitching weakly at his robes before going still. This was your lips parting as if to speak only to fall silent. This was your breathāragged, struggling, fading.
"You are not dying, you hear me?" His voice was wrecked, shaking as he crushed you against him. "You are not fucking dying, I wonāt let youā"
Footsteps. Distant. Faint. Like echoes through water, like a sound trying to reach him from a place that didnāt exist anymore. Then shouting. Urgent, frantic voices cutting through the thick, suffocating haze of his grief, his panic, his desperation.
"Sebastian!"
He knew that voice.
Ominis.
Another followed. "Where is she?"
Anne.
There were others tooāmore voices he should have recognized, voices calling his name, voices filled with alarm and urgencyābut none of them mattered. None of them fucking mattered.
Sebastianās fingers dug into you, his arms curling impossibly tighter around you as his forehead pressed against yours, his whole body trembling with the force of his sobs. Your skin was so warm, too warm, feverish and slick with sweat, but your chestā
Your chest wasnāt rising.
Your lips had parted just slightly, as if you had meant to speak, to answer him, to tell him something, but there was nothing. No sound. No breath. No pulse beneath his fingertips.
A strangled noise ripped its way from his throat.
"NOāNO, PLEASEā"
Then hands. Hands on him. Grabbing, tugging, trying to pull him away from you, to separate you, and something deep inside of him snapped.
Sebastian screamed.
It was raw, violent, a gut-wrenching, hollowed-out kind of sound that could tear the heavens apart if the gods fucking cared enough to listen. His whole body locked up, every muscle tensing as he fought, thrashing against the hands pulling at him, his grip on you turning bruising, his fingers refusing to let go.
"Donāt fucking touch meāDONāT YOU FUCKING TOUCH MEā"
"Sebastian, let go!" Someone was pleading with him, voice trembling, but he couldnāt.
"Sheās not breathing!" His voice cracked, his chest heaving with the force of his sobs, his body shaking so violently it felt like he was falling apart. "Sheāsāsheās not breathing, Iā" He gasped, curling over you, shielding you, clutching you so tight it hurt, but he couldnāt let go. "I canātāI canātāI canāt let her goā"
"Sebastian, listen to meā*"
"DO SOMETHING!" His head snapped up, his tear-streaked, blood-smeared face twisting with something wild, something feral, something beyond words. "FUCKING DO SOMETHING!"
Anne lunged forward. Her hands clamped around Sebastianās wrists, firm and unyielding, forcing them away, forcing him away from you. But Sebastian fought.
"Garreth, grab his arm!" A voice snapped, urgency threading through her voice.
Sebastian barely had time to react before strong, freckled hands locked around his bicep, yanking him back. "Sebastian, stop!" Garreth gritted out, struggling against the sheer wildness of him, the way he thrashed like a caged animal, desperate to get back to you.
"Iāve got himā" The other voice came again and an arm hooked around his other side, her grip like iron, "pull him back!"
Sebastian screamed.
"NOāNOāLET ME GOāLET ME GOā"
His voice shattered the air around them, a wrecked, raw agony that vibrated down to his fucking bones, that twisted through his ribs like something that would never heal.
"Sebastian, you have to let them help her!" The woman shouted, struggling to keep hold of him.
"Sheās not breathing!" Sebastian roared, his face streaked with tears and blood, his body writhing, his feet digging into the dirt.
"Anneās got herā" Garreth gritted out, his own voice tight, "Sebastian, stop! You need to come with Natty and Iā"
But he couldnāt stop because you were dead. You were fucking dead.
Sebastian's body snapped forward, another frenzied attempt to break loose, and Natty cursed under her breath, her fingers slipping from his arm.
"Garreth, hold on to himā" she ordered before letting go.
Sebastian lurched forward, nearly wrenching free, but Garreth held, struggling to keep him back.
Natsai came into view, her expression grim, her jaw tight. "Iām sorry, Sebastian."
He barely processed the way she raised her wand, the flick of her wrist, the sorrow laced through her voice as she spoke the wordsā
"Incarcerous."
Ropes lashed around him before he could react. Thick, unyielding ropes snapped tight around his arms, his chest, his legs, dragging him down, binding him, trapping him.
Garreth stumbled slightly as he let go, quickly joining Natsai, Ominis, and Anne at your side.
Sebastian could only watch.
Bound, restrained, helples, his body shaking, his breath coming in sharp, ragged sobs as he knelt in the dirt, completely and utterly fucking useless while the others moved.
Somewhere, buried beneath the all-consuming panic, he knew there was nobody else he could trust with this.
Garreth and Nattyāthe other top duo in the Auror department, second only to you and him. They had saved more lives than he could count, had fought beside the both of you in battle after battle, had survived things that should have killed them.
Anneāhis sister, a professional Healer, with hands steady enough to stitch together miracles.
Ominisāthe best fucking Cursebreaker that Sebastian had ever known, with magic deeper than most could ever comprehend.
They were the best of the best.
And stillā
Even as Anne worked desperately to force life into you, pressing her wand to your chest, even as Garreth and Natty wiped the blood from your face, their hands trembling as they tried to cool your fevered body, even as they did everything possible to bring you back to life, it wouldn't matter. Because in the end, it came down to breaking the curse, and your life was in Ominis' hands.
All because of Sebastian. Because he had failed. Because he had let you go alone.
Sebastian's vision tunneled in on Ominis, on the precise way he moved, the slow, deliberate motion of his wand over your skin, over the fractal-like curse marks that pulsed against your fevered flesh.
It was taking too long. It was all taking too fucking long.
Sebastian clenched his jaw, his breath coming in sharp, shaking gasps as he yanked at the ropes. āOminis,ā he ground out, his voice hoarse with desperation. āHurry the fuck up.ā
Ominis didnāt respond. His brow was furrowed, his expression drawn in tight, sharp lines as he carefully guided his wand, as if even breathing too hard might unravel everything.
Sebastian struggled against the binds again, his voice rising. āHurry up! She doesnāt have time for thisāā
Ominis snapped.
āIf you want her to survive this, then shut the fuck up.ā
Sebastianās breath stalled, the sheer force of Ominisā voice slamming into him like a hex to the gut.
He had never heard him like this before. Never.
Ominis was always composed, always measured. But nowā
Sebastian stared, chest heaving, watching as his best friend hovered over you, his wand moving with painstaking precision, his shoulders tense, his jaw locked so tightly it looked painful.
āIf I make one wrong moveāif I slip, if I miscalculate, if I rushāā Ominis exhaled sharply, his fingers trembling just slightly as he adjusted his grip. āThere will be nothing left to save.ā
Sebastian felt like the world had tilted beneath him. A cold sweat broke out over his skin, his pulse thundering so violently he thought he might vomit.
Ominis didnāt look up. Didnāt acknowledge the way the air had gone deathly silent, didnāt ease the unbearable weight of those words. He just kept moving, slow and meticulous, his wand following the curse marks like he was tracing something delicate, something on the verge of breaking.
Another moment passed. Another eternity.
Sebastianās breath came sharp and shallow, his heart hammering against his ribs as he lifted his head, watching, waiting, pleading, and thenā
A sound. A sharp, gasping breath. A choking, wet inhale.
Sebastian barely had time to process it before Anne gasped, her hands flying to your chest as your body convulsed, your limbs twitching violently, blood dribbling from the corner of your lips as you breathed.
The sound was awful. Rattling, broken, strangled. But it was breathing.
Sebastianās whole body went taut, his throat constricting with something wild and aching as Anne let out a huff of pure relief.
āSheāsā sheās breathingā"
Anne didnāt waste another second.
"Garreth, diagnostics, now!" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of fear still choking the air. "Natty, I need a Blood-Replenishing Potionācheck my bag, itās in the side pocket. Ominis, keep the counter-curse steady. If it falters for even a secondā"
āI know,ā Ominis snapped, his fingers white-knuckled around his wand.
Sebastian barely heard them. because you were breathing again.
His whole body went weak, his vision blurring as another sob tore from his throat. His head dropped forward, his shoulders shaking violently, every inch of him trembling with the unbearable weight of relief and grief and fucking everything.
Sebastian didn't even notice when ropes binding him disappeared. Didnāt feel the shift of magic as it loosened, didnāt realize his hands were free, didnāt register anything beyond the raw, gasping breaths rattling in his chest.
Because you were breathing.
His whole body trembled, his lungs struggling to keep up with the weight pressing against themāgrief and relief colliding so violently inside him that he wasnāt sure how to handle it besides weep.
Then a warm hand landed on his shoulder.
Garreth.
"You're alright, mate," he murmured, voice low. "She's alright. Just breathe, yeah?"
Sebastian didnāt answer. He wasnāt sure he could. But when his shoulders gave out and his body slumped forward, Garreth caught him without a word. His arm wrapped solidly around Sebastian's back, his other hand firm against his shoulder.
Time blurred. Minutes. Hours. It didnāt fucking matter.
All Sebastian knew was that at some point, Anne inhaled sharply and leaned over you, her expression flickering with something urgent, something new.
Then, in a voice so quiet it barely reached himā
āSheās asking for Sebastian.ā
Everything else fell away. The noise. The movement. The air itself.
Sebastian moved. He didnāt even know how he moved given his exhaustion, didnāt remember breaking free from Garrethās steadying grip, didnāt remember pushing forward until he was thereāuntil he was kneeling right there, his hands grasping for you before he could stop himself.
You were still too warm, feverish and clammy, but your fingers twitched weakly when Sebastian reached for you, curling toward him, grasping at his sleeve.
Sebastian let out a wrecked, shuddering breath. The he was leaning in, his forehead pressing against yours, his whole body curling around you like he could somehow shield you from everything that had already happened.
āIām here,ā he whispered, his voice breaking apart. āIām here, Iām right hereāā
Your lips parted, barely moving.
āā¦Sebastian.ā
A whisper. A breath. A single, fragile word. And yet, it was everything.
A sob ripped from his throat, raw and unrestrained, and he didnāt care anymore. Didnāt care that his hands were still shaking as they smoothed over your hair, your cheek, brushing away the damp strands clinging to your fevered skin. Didnāt care that the others were still there, watching. Didnāt care about anything except you.
"Youāre okay," he whispered, his voice breaking apart at the edges, hoarse from screaming, from sobbing, from losing you. "Youāre okay. Youāre gonna be okay."
Your fingers twitched again, curling weakly around his sleeve, barely gripping, but trying. The effort it took for you to do even that made something sharp lodge itself in his throat.
Sebastian turned his head slightly, pressing his lips against your temple, his breath shaking against your skin. He needed you to know he was here. That he wouldnāt let go.
Your lips parted, the corners barely twitchingātoo small to be a smile, too exhausted to be anything more than an attempt.
But then, your voice.
Faint. Weak. Barely there. But real.
āā¦Didnātā¦ mean to worry you.ā
Sebastian let out a sharp, breathless laugh, wet with relief and something close to hysteria.
āYou nearly died,ā he rasped, his voice rough, wrecked. āYou did die.ā
Your lips parted slightly, another flicker of movement, your brows barely furrowing.
āā¦But I didnāt.ā
Sebastian exhaled sharply, something caught between a sob and a laugh, and his hands wouldnāt stop shaking.
He pulled back just slightly, his fingers smoothing over your forehead, your cheek, memorizing every inch of you, grounding himself in the fact that you were still warm. Still here.
His lips hovered over your temple, pressing barely-there kisses against your skin, murmuring half-broken words between every breath.
āI love you.ā The words spilled from him before he could stop them, raw and aching and uncontrolled. His chest heaved, his body trembling from the weight of everything. "I love you so much. I should've told you soonerāI should'veāfuck, I should've done everything soonerā"
Your fingers twitched against him. Sebastian barely heard your responseāso quiet, so weakābut he felt it, the way your lips moved, the way you pressed ever so slightly into him.
"ālove you too."
Sebastian stilled. His throat tightened. His heart stopped.
For a moment, he thought he imagined it. Thought his exhausted, grief-addled mind had conjured the words he so desperately wanted to hear.
But thenāthen you smiled.
And he knew.
You had said it.
You had said it.
A sharp, wrecked breath tore from his throat, his chest constricting so violently it hurt.
He didnāt deserve this moment. Didnāt deserve to hear those words, not after everything. Not after how heād failed to protect you, how heād let you get hurt, how heād let you die.
But you had said it anyway.
Sebastian let out a soundāhalf-laugh, half-sob. His heart was a mess, a tangled knot of fear and relief and love so overwhelming that it threatened to consume him whole.
He had nearly lost you. Had watched you slip away, had felt the unbearable weight of helplessness pressing down on him as your life balanced on the razorās edge. And now, you were here. Weak, barely holding on, but here.
And you had said it.
You said it.
Sebastian exhaled, his breath warm against your skin as he tilted his head, as he pressed his lips to your forehead, your temple, then your cheek, his nose nudging against yours as his breath hitched.
And then, slowly, carefullyāso much more carefully than he had ever done anything in his lifeāhe pressed his lips to yours.
It wasnāt how he had imagined his first kiss with you would go.
Not with blood still drying on your skin, not with the taste of salt from his own tears mixing between you, not with your body still weak and trembling beneath his hands.
Can you please do Steve and Soda both dating Fem reader headcannons?? algs if you can't!! I just think it'd b cute š
āāāāŪ¶ą§ double trouble
just two best friends and their girl!
warnings : canon typical classism & violence, and a bit of nsfw!
įį ā¢ a/n: STEVEPOP MENTIONED I LIVE FOR THIS!!!! I love poly relationships, viva el poliamor.
ā® You're like sunshine and perfume and pretty pink nail polish bottled into a girl, and youāve somehow got two wild greasers wrapped around your finger.
ā® You call them ābaby,ā ādarlinā,ā āhoneybun,ā and āsugarā with such sincerity they melt like butter on a summer day.
ā® You bring the soft, the gentle, the tender. They're rough edges and engine grease and cigarette smoke.
ā® They're not used to this kind of love. Not this patient, not this kind. So at first? They're dumbfounded. Shellshocked. Like puppies rescued from a war zone(iykyk).
ā® People stare when the three of you walk into places. Youāre so clean and dreamy-looking and theyāre so...not.
ā® Soda's the golden retriever boyfriend. Steveās the growly, possessive boyfriend. Youāre the one feeding them cookies, smoothing down their collars and buying them matching sweaters ājust because.ā
ā® Sodaās always touching youāarm around your waist, chin on your shoulder, fingers twined in your hair.
ā® Steve acts like he doesnāt care about PDA but will kiss your hand like some dramatic 1800s gentleman in public just to watch you get all giggly and red.
ā® You carry lip balm specifically for themāSoda likes cherry, Steve likes mintāand you reapply it on them whenever theyāre dry.
ā® Soda gets all mushy when you call him your "baby" in front of people.
ā® Steve gets cockyābut his ears turn red every time.
ā® You pack their lunches for work with handwritten notes and heart-shaped sandwiches and those fancy little desserts from the Soc bakery you like.
ā® You buy them little things: cheap sunglasses you saw at the gas station, combs engraved with their initials, silver rings that match yours.
ā® Sodaās obsessed with you brushing his hair. He lays in your lap while you do it, sighing like a pampered housecat.
ā® Steve pretends to hate being spoiled, but you once massaged his scalp with coconut oil and now he sulks if you donāt do it weekly.
ā® You hang around the DX sometimes just to bring them lemonade or sit on the hood of a car looking pretty and proud like a trophy wife.
ā® Soda flirts with you even when he's drenched in sweat and elbow-deep in an engine. āY'come to see me, gorgeous?ā
ā® Steve pretends to be annoyed. āSheās not gonna kiss you lookinā like that, greaseball.ā But he's secretly jealous and leans over just so youāll wipe the sweat off his brow, too.
ā® You once brought an umbrella and held it over them while they worked in the heat. The entire gang teased them mercilessly but you didnāt care. āTheyāll get heatstroke if I donāt take care of them!ā
ā® Soda doesnāt get jealous often, but when he does, it hits like a storm. He gets all clingy and pouty and follows you around like a puppy that thinks itās getting replaced.
ā® Steve gets real quiet. He doesnāt say heās jealous. He just starts making comments like, āThat guy you were talkinā to got a little too close, huh?ā
ā® You squash that nonsense with cuddles and āYou're the only ones I want, darlings. Donāt be silly.ā
ā® You kiss Soda until heās grinning like an idiot again.
ā® You sit on Steveās lap and hold his face in your hands until he softens like melted chocolate.
ā® You're constantly reminding them: "You're my boys. Mine. No one else's." And they always answer with a "yes ma'am" in sync.
ā® Soda sometimes feels like youāll leave for someone more āstable,ā more āput together,ā someone from your world.
ā® Steve thinks heās too rough, too angry, too much of a screw-up to deserve a girl like you.
ā® You crush that insecurity under your heel like a cigarette stub. āYou boys ever think I want anyone else, Iāll knock your heads together,ā
ā® Youāre the emotional anchor in this little poly triad. Soda talks too much, Steve doesnāt talk enough. You bridge the gap.
ā® You encourage them to talk about their feelings, even if it takes coaxing. With you and with each other.
ā® If they ever fight with each other, you make them sit in front of you like guilty schoolboys and talk it out.
ā® Soda talks about marrying you and Steve. Heās serious, even if he laughs afterward. āThink the preacherād do a two-for-one special?ā
ā® They worship you in the bedroom. Like, absolutely treat you like a godess.
ā® There's so much praise.
ā® Youāre very giving during the day-to-day in the relationship so they make it a mission to return the favor when in the sheets;)
ā® Sodapop is a service top with big subby energy. He loves to please, thrives on praise, and gets whiny if you tell him he's being good.
ā® Steve is a stone switchādominant, rough, confident, but sometimes gets so ruined by love and attention that he folds under it.
ā® Soda is eager, enthusiastic, and completely obsessed with your pleasure. He gets off on making you feel goodālike, literally, he could finish just from hearing you moan his name.
ā® Loves when you ride him. His hands will grip your hips like a lifeline. He talks through every second, too āYou feel so good, baby,ā āMānot gonna last,ā āPlease keep goinā... please...ā
ā® Pillow princess boyfriend when heās overwhelmed. You and Steve love taking turns teasing him. Heāll whimper, buck his hips, try to grab at you like a needy pup.
ā® He has the hugest praise kink ever.
ā® Neck kisses make him whimper. Ear nibbles make him moan. Heās sensitive and he loves it.
ā® Will go down on you for hours. Literally hours. Lives between your thighs like itās his second home.
ā® Wears your bite marks and hickeys like badges of honor. He wants people to see them.
ā® He lowkey has a secret breeding kink. It hits him during slow, emotional intimacy. āYouād be such a pretty mamaā¦ Iād take care of youā¦ā
ā® Steveās a stone top most of the time: he likes to stay in control. Heāll grip your throat, whisper dirty things in your ear, and hold your hips just right.
ā® But get him worked up just enough, and heāll get subby. Especially when you and Soda team up on him.
ā® Possessive. Will literally growl when you wear short skirts around the house.
ā® He loves watching Soda touch you just to yank you back and say, āSheās mine too, remember that.ā
ā® Absolutely loves marking you. Bites your inner thighs. Leaves hickeys on your chest. Wants the whole world to know who you belong to.
ā® You and Soda like to get Steve worked up. Slow. Teasing. You straddle his lap while Soda kisses down his chest, fingers playing at his belt.
ā® You murmur sweet things in his ear while Soda sucks hickeys into his collarbone. āYou look so pretty like this, baby.ā Steve tries to stay stoic. Tries.
ā® You ride his face while Soda rides his lap. Both of you whispering sweet filth. Heās losing his mind.
ā® Soda loves being tag-teamed. He begs for it in that soft, whiny voice of his.
ā® Steve pins him down, hands tight in his hair, whispering, āYou gonna take what your girl gives you, huh?ā
ā® You ride his face while Steve holds him in place. Heās so desperate to please that he moans against you, hips bucking into nothing.
ā® āCan we do that again tomorrow?ā he mumbles into your neck. āOr now. Iām good now too.ā
ā® They get real serious when itās about you. They work together like a teamāhands, mouths, dirty words.
ā® Steve starts slow. He kisses you deep, unbuttons your clothes like theyāre a gift heās unwrapping, calls you āhis girlā.
ā® Soda takes his time on your thighs, belly, breastsākissing and praising. āSo softā¦ so perfect... our little lady...ā
ā® You canāt breathe with how much attention theyāre giving you. Youāre crying from the intensity and theyāre glowing with pride.
ā® āYou wanna be ours forever, mama?ā Steve asks, deep voice rough in your ear.
ā® āWeāll take care of you,ā Soda whispers, āGive you a baby, a ring, a house. Everything.ā
ā® Afterwards, they clean you up like youāre glassāgentle touches, warm towels and soft words.
āą±Øą§Ėā”Ė ą£Ŗ here are some new stranger things bots! sorry I haven't yet posted the marvel bots, I sort of lost my motivation. anyways, as always, please let me know if any of the links do not work <3 these might be my last bots for a while.
JONATHAN BYERS
ā muse ā
in which you're jonathan's muse. every single part of you, every single moment, is beautiful to him. much to your dismay, jonathan likes to put his photography skills to good use and creates his own photo album reserved only for pictures of you.
ā sleepless nights ā
after the disappearance of will, jonathan tries to come to terms with the fact that his brother is more than likely dead. things at home have been tough, and he believes his mom is going through a mental breakdown. to get away from the chaos, he spends the night at your place - though sleep evades you both.
STEVE HARRINGTON
ā sneaking in ā
you and steve are from entirely different crowds. you were once a straight-a student, focused entirely on your studies until he came along. refusing to spend time with after school due to needing to study, he takes it upon himself to sneak in to help with studying.
ā cherry lipgloss ā
(henderson!user) after the many horrific events that transpired with the upside down and ungodly monsters, steve is spending a lot more time with your brother, and subsequently, you. you flew under his radar during the height of his popularity, but now you're all he can think about.
ROBIN BUCKLEY
ā steve's sister ā
(harrington!user) when robin takes up a summer job at scoops ahoy, the last thing she expects is to develop a crush on her co-worker's sister. however, when you waltzed right in with your tiny little shorts and perfect smile, she found herself falling hard. it didn't help that she had to deal with you every single day.
ā little miss perfect ā
you're little miss perfect. the golden girl of hawkins. everything about you is flawless, from your appearance to your family. you're popular but not unkind, and almost everybody likes you. robin, however, is the polar opposite. she's stuck with admiring from you from afar - wishing she was making you laugh instead of your stupid boyfriend. she's faced with tough feelings when you're paired together for a school project.
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