#‘i think house becomes a doctor again!!!!’ did you not watch the fucking ending?????

[warlenys]

first bit of this fucks but then ?? what “implication that he’ll be okay” bitch he’s gonna kill himself

#straight people banned from watching house md for one million years #‘i think house becomes a doctor again!!!!’ did you not watch the fucking ending????? #the four episodes dedicated to how house loves wilson more than anything else??? including fucking doctoring????? #risks his entire career for him??? #final episode he literally says yeah doctoring was fun but it doesn’t fulfil me. only wilson does #sorry. sore spot #sorry i just saw ‘more importantly’ #More Importantly????? he destroyed. his entire life. for wilson. #where are you. seriously #house md #hilson #suicide mention #house spoilers #+

[txttletale]

(Other than the really weird bit about "Male presenting Doctor") what were your thoughts about the specials?

pretty mixed bag, pretty messy, but good overall. i think they were very obviously a nostalgia trip for people around my age lol and it worked! i loved seeing tennant and tate back onscreen together, their chemistry hasn't aged a bit, and honestly just watching doctor who that wasn't written by chris chibnall was a breath of fresh air. they weren't boring, like seasons 11 and 12 were, and they didn't go too far off the other end into nonsense like flux did. characters want things again! the show can let itself just be silly! i was literally cheering out loud when donna and the doctor were just saying random scifi gobbledegook at each other for like a solid several minutes during the star beast.

the structure of the specials kind of baffles me. i love wild blue yonder--i think it's definitively the best of the specials as a standalone, it's absolutely fantastic, creepy and atmospheric and bringing things around to RTD's strength, which is well-written characters interacting with each other and letting good actors just act. but at the same time i dont understand why it exists? it feels like...idk. imagine if you watched the star wars original trilogy but instead of the empire strikes back the middle film was just a feature length film about luke and han surviving on an ice planet with no reference to anything that happens in the last film except the two characters' relationship. and then the next film was still return of the jedi, unchanged. it felt like that

i liked all the weird campy silliness of the star beast and the giggle, and they were both very fun! neil patrick harris gave a fantastic performance, there are a lot of very memorable sequences from the giggle, but it's very very all over the place. so many threads get kind of picked up and go nowhere. the toymaker's haunted house dimension goes nowhere. RTD's eyerolling social media commetnary goes nowhere (thank god tbh but yknow im illustrating something here). even the toymaker kind of goes nowhere, after ncuti gatwa shows up he's bascially an afterthought who loses by dropping a ball. obvious parallels to david tennant's first episode with that ball scene could be made, but just... aren't. it feels like load-bearing sectikons of the plot and themes were cut out to make room for a backdoor pilot for the stupid fucking UNIT spinoff

oh and it goes without saying i fucking hate all the UNIT wank in the star beast and the giggle. i hope space nine eleven 2 happens to their stupid fucking avengers tower i cannot stand kate stewart who is constantly a murderous bonehead (in the giggle alone she gets two pepole killed by not listening to the doctor and assuming that this teleporting godlike entity could be restrainted by Two Guys) who is both in and out of universe just a boring nepo baby with no merit of her own

um. i still dont know what happened with the regeneration. i think the implication is that when david tennant dies hell time travel back to become ncuti gatwa inside himself--at least the rehab dialogue seems to make that implication. but it's not really explained or explored? baffling. i do think that fourteen getting to settle down and live a peaceful life with his friends is cute.

oh yeah and the ask said other than that but goddd there was some good stuff in the star beast and honestly with the state of the UK media i will take any perspective on trans people that includes baseline human erespect but some of those lines made me cringe so bad. anyway overall i am cautiously optimistic for the future of the show--oh ncuti was fucking great did i mention that i instantly bnought him as the doctor he owned the scene, the moment he was there it was clear he was the protagonist, and i liked the church on ruby road well enough too--i am cautiously optimistic but i worry that a big UNIT-shaped tumor will devour huge chunks of it and it'll be annoying. also russel t davies is like 60 and i just dont want to hear what he has to say about twitter so im not looking forward to dot and bubble

#ask #doctor who

[franklespine]

How am I just supposed to carry on with my life after 6.08 of House md. HOWWWWW?????!!!!! Kill myself that was gut wrenching. Never had I had such a punch to the gut like that ending was. Cameron telling House that she loved him. Telling him about how all he cares about is sweeping and manipulating people into his puzzles and games. "You'll poison [Taub and Thirteen] just like you poisoned Chase ... you ruined him."

Oh my god. I cannot believe they just made me watch that.

The building tension between Chase and Cameron in this episode in the fact that the only way Cameron could continue to be with him was to believe that killing Dibala wasn't his fault but House's - that Chase was his "personal sock puppet", and that to move beyond this they had to leave.

Comparatively, Chase struggles to wrap his head around the fact that Cameron forgives him for an act that he perceives was not only the "worst thing [he's] ever done", but entirely his fault. He's spent the past few episodes overwhelmed with emotions he doesn't know how to deal with. House told him to get some help and Chase interprets this as going to confession where he just begs the priest to give him a way to achieve atonement and lift the burden off of him. And then when the priest tells him there's no way to do that without taking responsibility for his actions he just goes to the bar so long Cameron almost reports him missing and drinks himself half to death. So I think the reason he struggles so much to understand why Cameron forgives him is because he doesn't forgive himself - he doesn't regret what he did and still thinks it was the right thing to do but that doesn't mean he isn't wrought with shame and guilt because of it. And then he slowly realises throughout this episode that Cameron hasn't really forgiven him - she just doesn't believe he was at fault. But he can't run away from what he did and, probably more importantly, he doesn't want to leave House. He tells Cameron that killing Dibala was his fault and despite everything, he'd do it again.

And then - you ruined him - Cameron says to House. Jesus Christ just kill me. 'You broke him beyond repair'. Because despite Cameron's penchant for broken people, she doesn't want them to be beyond repair, emotionally.

"I'm sorry for you both. For what you've become. Because... there's no way back for either of you."

UGGHHHJFNEWJONORGOW

Honestly, as much as House fucked with Taub, Thirteen and Kutner, it wasn't like with his original fellows. He didn't change them, fundamentally, like he did with Foreman, Chase and Cameron. Each of them has a slightly different breed of a complicated, messed up relationship with House that no one else (not even each other) will ever understand - and now none of them can truly leave. They're stuck there in that hospital, in some way, with House forever, seeing reflections of House in each other and in themselves like a disease. Like Cameron says in 5.13 "I'll always say yes to House. I studied under him. He's in my head." And Foreman too is 'ruined' - he got away from House, begins acting just like him and now he is entirely un-hirable - here is the only place he has to go. And I think the fact that Chase was the only fellow in s3 who was fired by House (rather than leaving himself), and then came back to the same hospital (with Cameron) to work as a surgeon is rather telling. He referred to House as God, he maybe received the worst treatment from House and still sucked up to him the most for his approval and validation, he's a capable and intelligent doctor but yet in the diagnostics team he bases his diagnosing suggestions off of House like he's his entire frame of reference right from s1 (making diagnoses not based on actual medical knowledge but how House reacts to each of them, how he phrases his questions, how he starts the conversation).

Jesus christ. Just the way that he fundamentally altered something deep inside each of them, irrevocably, is just sooooooo... RAHHHHDJBFJBFHFEOFHEW.

This show man what in the world.

Erm. On to episode 9 I guess.

#house md #house md 6x08 #robert chase #allison cameron #eric foreman #greg house #the messiest team of doctors you've even seen #also is it just me or do I feel like s6 is more heart wrenching than the past seasons #like it always had its moments but i just feel like this is another level of angst LMAO

[cateyedfox36]

In this house we KNOW Jason Voorhees did nothing wrong

we watched Jason 2 last night- I'm sorry Friday the 13th part II is too long a title, they're about Jason being a very good boy so they're called Jason movies. Period.- and now I kinda want to watch all of them. Except that crappy one. Where he's Corey Feldman's character all grown up and he thinks he's Jason? And there's this really weird keystone cops vibe to the whole thing? Idk. That ones bad.

But the best one - besides Jason in Space and Jason vs Freddy- is the one where the kids are at camp and these children have hilarious glorious lines like "what did you want to grow up to be?" Bc they just accept that Jason is going to murder them too.

Without looking anything up, I'm pretty sure I can do all the Jason movies. Let's go:

Momma voorhees. Great sweater, excellent momBob, and you get to see Kevin Bacons Bits if you know when to pause the movie. 3.75 stars. Not funny, kinda off vibes

Jason in a bag. He's a very clumsy boy, falls off a whisker chair, is confused by a small dog (who does not die!), and is hit by a car like twice. He only kills like what 6 people on screen? And we get BEST final girl Ginny, who takes a chainsaw to our soft prince, and mind mojos him to think his momma is alive. 5 outta 5 stars! Some nice boobs, creep dies strung up like the perv his is and Jason is mu sweetest baby boi.

Behold, a hockey mask. Much better for peripheral and way more sensibly than a FUCKING BAG! Jason finds a house with stupid horny teens- or college kids? I'm never certain- and another with a newly divorced mom, her slightly sassy daughter and a young monster obsessed Corey Feldman. Pretty good kills, the dog laters out to go join a wolf pack (run by muffin obs), and Corey Feldman gives himself a bad haircut to bond with our big headed hero,Jason. 4.25 outta 5. Funny, more agile Jason, and I had no sympathy for the college idiots who died epically.

The fucking worst. I think they were trying for a Legacy Jason bc he definitely "died" in 3. So elder teen Corey Feldman thinks he's Jason and at the POORLY run TROUBLED TEEN camp he goes to someone starts killing folks. I vaguely remember the actual killer but... who cares. This is the worst. 1 star.

Again w all adulted Corey (reminder not thr actor but the character, but who bothers to remember their names?) Digs up Jason's body, it gets struck by lightning and He's Back! I think this is the one with the biker gang. And the sheriff's daughter has a taste for danger and breaks not-corey out to defeat Jason. 2.5 stars. I think there was an rv death? But a fun scene in a barn!

Jason's not dead, just napping and when he ends up in a morgue his heart infects a doctor who becomes... jason...? It's odd. You guys remember Nightmares on Elm st dream Child? I think it's like that. 2 stars. Fucked if I remember anything from this movie. This is where I get a little shaky

Jason back at camp baby! I think this is the one with the funny kids. And it's just a really straight forward slasher. No lore, no stupid shit just bad counselors getting what they deserve for not watching children. 3.9 stars. Best part is the kids

Jason on a boat. He was in Manhattan for like 10minutes. He kills a kid with a guitar, and the inside of boats are very dangerous. No lore. 3.75 stars

Is there a Jason 9? I don't fucking know but I do know there's...

Jason in SPAAAACEE! And it's amazing. A ship full of med students find Jason cryogenically frozen and a woman as well. They defrost both, murder hijinx ensue. Jason becomes a cyborg. And they completely miss shooting him into the sun. It's so stupid and so good and I love my son! 5 billion stars! Lore? Who needs lore when you've got a cyborg jason?!

Jason vsFreddy. The best team up full stop. With Jason's relentless desire to punish bad teens and Freddy's pervy ass? Forget about it. Nice lore, and the addition of seeing how happy Jason is in his death is perfection. 5 outta 5 stars. Look yes, Jason's gonna kill you, he'll have fun with it, but he won't sexually assault you while doing it.

conclusion: the middle ones suck. Skip them. Watch 2, 3, Jason in Space and Jason vs Freddy.

#jason voorhees #friday the 13th #My blorbo #Jason vs Freddy #Horror movies #Slasher movies #My sweet soft boy #freddy vs jason

[buckttommy]

About the infidelity, you mentioned at the end that it all falls apart, so what do you think would be the tipping point to break it. You'd already established that she knew they were cheating, so what broke it completely or did she just finally get tired of it?

um. you know. i was sitting here thinking about this question, kind of half-writing a fic to help me envision the scene, and i was like, hm. what is the tipping point? like if she's known, and she's known for ten plus fucking years, what would make her say enough is enough. and then i was trying to figure it out like okay. what's going through her mind all this time. who is she? who did she become in all of this?

her husband is fucking someone else. has been fucking someone else for the entirety of their relationship. how does that effect her? and it's like. okay, so she starts drinking. she's a good girl, catholic girl. has never once been the type to get drunk. even when she graduated college, she stuck to a margarita or two and that was it. but this? she drinks all the time now. it's becoming a problem. she carries a flask with her when she goes to and from picking up the kids from school even though she doesn't drink and drive. when she sits at the park and watches lillian and ramon run around, her fingers are always tapping away against the metal of the flask because somehow, this inanimate object has become more of a reliable presence than her own fucking husband, and she. gets jittery, anxious. when she doesn't drink in a while, and it's. it's angering because her life wasn't supposed to be like this. none of it was supposed to be like this and it's not. it's not fair that someone can claim to love you and then just come into your life and wreck it, wreck you, make you completely unrecognizable to yourself. and she hates it and she hates him and she feels. trapped. in this hollow fucking dead-weight existence.

anyways. it all comes to a head when she has a miscarriage. that's what it is. she has a miscarriage and she's at the doctor fucking. crying and bleeding while her husband is in her house getting his shit rocked by his best friend's cock and she knows that's what's happening. she knows it even though she can't see it because that's what always happens when she's gone because neither of them have the fucking decency to hide it. she has washed buck's come-stained underwear in her washing machine and she has emptied wastebaskets with used condoms and it makes her feel horrific and used and cheap like she was nothing more than a womb and a convenient piece of ass whenever her man -- sorry, buck's man -- decides he wants some pussy and she. well. it doesn't matter.

she gets home and buck is still there. she gets home and they're dressed and they're sitting on the sofa and they're watching netflix while her child passes through her body and he's still there and she's still miscarrying and he's still fucking there and she's just. done. she's done. it ends right there. right in that moment when she hears the "ba-dum" netflix screen pop up right before fucking love is blind comes on the screen and it's just. over. her marriage is dead, and maybe part of her is too. whatever.

she doesn't say anything until much later. months later, probably. she doesn't even tell eddie she was pregnant until she ends it. and he feels bad, of course. he feels guilty and heartbroken and his eyes well up with tears and all she can think about is breaking a bottle on the table and stabbing him with the broken ends over and over again until this nothing but blood and flesh and brain. but she doesn't. she doesn't because she has kids. and it doesn't matter if she's a fucking. afterthought to them. it doesn't matter if they like buck better. they're still hers. they're still hers and this is one thing eddie and buck do not get to take from her. they've stolen her sanity and her joy and her sobriety and her fucking dignity, but they won't take her commitment to her children.

so she calmly. calmly. tells him to pack his shit and get the fuck out of her house before she forgets that fucking commitment and slits his throat over the goddamn kitchen sink.

so he leaves.

and it's the first time in sixteen years that she's had some peace.

#miscarriage tw #miscarriage // #buddie + infidelity #jack answers mail

[alovesongshewrote]

Is There a Doctor on this Plane? (Yes, yes there is.) - P5 | Eddie Munson x Reader

Plot:  you and eddie move to canada. dustin and steve figure something out and they aren't allowed to talk about it. eddie is sad. [Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader] Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word count:  4,260

Warnings:  i don't think this chapter has any, actually

Disclaimer: Uh, yeah, fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.

A/N: so, funny story, the rest of this story is actually written, so if you want it all today, lmk

Tags: @twistedhistory @keepingitlokiii​

Canada wasn’t as cold as you expected it to be. Yeah, sure, the weather wasn’t exactly pleasant, but whoever told you that the northern country was full of snow 24/7 was a fucking liar.  The country had some other positives, too. There were a few examples, but the most prevalent in your opinion was that the Canadian police weren’t hunting Eddie.

It was a lucky break, really, that Mr. Munson had a friend up north with an entire spare dwelling that they just weren’t using. After a few calls, that spare house was set to become a safe one. Eddie was going to hide out there until Hopper finally cleared his name- and you were going with him.  

As a medical student and one of Eddie’s oldest friends, you were the best choice to watch over him. You knew it, Eddie knew it, and Mr. Munson knew it so well that he made you promise to take care of his nephew. You did. You couldn’t say no to that ask.

This led to the most awkward and uncomfortable road trip of your fucking life.  It wasn’t exactly a vacation for Eddie, either. Steve and Dustin had a good time, though.  

They’d agreed to help you and Eddie move and by god, were they making the most of it. They didn’t seem to mind that they were split up the whole time. You made sure one of them always sat beside you, and the other sat beside Eddie, keeping the two of you separate so you wouldn’t have to address the emotional elephant in the room.  

Steve and Dustin didn’t even mind the shitty car that you’d acquired. They just chatted away, talking about whatever came to their minds. Occasionally, Eddie would join them. You only joined in once, and that was to correct Steve when he referred to Bilbo Baggins as “Blorbo Bagguy.” Nice work, Steve.

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed, though. Steve, Dustin, and Eddie were all aware that something was up with you- they’d been aware of it since you suddenly left the hospital room the day Eddie woke up.  

They all had different theories, of course. Eddie thought you hated him. He thought you were so pissed at him for dying in front of Dustin that you just never wanted to speak to him again. Steve and Dustin were less dramatic. They figured you were tired, and that the stress of almost losing a dear friend was taking its toll on you. They weren’t wrong, of course, but everyone was missing a key piece of the puzzle- one that would change the face of the road trip forever.  Or at least until it ended.

Halfway to your destination, Steve and Dustin finally decided to confront you about your angst fest. A gas station would be the perfect place for the intervention, they thought. They waited for you to start filling the car with gas and for Eddie to step away, claiming he needed a cigarette. With the two of you separated, they pounced.  

“So, (Y/N),” Steve asked, leaning against the roof of the car and trying to look cool, “How are you, are you doing okay?”

“I’m fine, Steve,” you said, your voice hesitant and full of suspicion.

“Oh, really? Because you’ve been silent the whole way up here and it’s been super weird,” Dustin cut the bullshit, running straight for the issue on everyone’s minds, “What’s been up with you, lately? You’ve been off ever since Eddie woke up.”

You sighed, your hand smacking against the car as you fixed the duo with a look that could terrify Vecna, “Are you really asking me that?”

“I mean, maybe not so bluntly-”

“Yes. Yes, we are asking you that.”

You took a deep breath. The air smelled like gasoline and cigarettes. You needed a fucking nap and you needed it badly, but this so clearly wasn’t the time. You kind of wished that you could just collapse into the ground, go into a coma and wake up weeks later the way Eddie did, but you-

“(Y/N)? Hellooo, we’re waiting for an answer, here?”  

You glared at Dustin again before you responded, “Look, man. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just tired. Stressed. I’ll be fine though, don’t worry about me.”

“Yeah, you’ve said that before, it’s not gonna stop us from worrying,” Steve’s arms were crossed like a disappointed mother.

“Exactly. Now tell us what’s up. You’ve been too quiet with us, and you’ve been straight up cold to Eddie.”

You really had been cold, hadn’t you? You hadn’t spoken to any of them, and you refused to even sit near Eddie. A pang of guilt ran through you, echoing down your spine and along each and every one of your nerves. You had to tell the truth here. You just had to.

“It’s just that- I’m so angry at him, y’know? He died. He fucking died, and he did that in front of me, and in front of the kid,” you pointed at Dustin, who looked mildly offended that you were still calling him a kid.  

You ignored that and continued on, “And he died to save a town that hates him.  We are running to Canada because he can’t go back to Hawkins for his safety.  And now- and now he’s just, he’s back! He’s alive, he’s fine, and I’m so happy that he’s back, but…”  

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, hugging yourself, “It’s- it feels like he thinks that his life has no value. And he’s always kind of thought like that, so it isn’t really a surprise, but it still hurts, because it’s like he thinks could just die and everything would be fine. And that’s- that’s not true. He- he’s worth so much.  So, so much, and if we didn’t get him back I don’t know what I would do.  But…”

You cut yourself off, looking in the direction that Eddie went, “He’s alive, now. He’s alive, and Hawkins still hates him, and we’re here, and things aren’t going back to normal, and they never will because for a second, he was dead.  I lost him. And now he’s back, and I just- I’m pissed.  But then I feel like I shouldn’t be pissed. I mean, I was starting to think he’d never wake up, y’know? But now he’s awake. He’s alive. And every time I meet his eyes now I just- I freeze.  It’s like something goes through me, like-”

“Electricity?” the boys asked in sync.

“Yeah. That. Exactly that, how did you know?”

Steve and Dustin looked at each other before turning back to you. Their eyes were wide with some kind of shock.  

“What is it?” you asked, “What’s going-”

“Holy shit. You’re in love with Eddie, aren’t you?” Dustin’s voice was quiet, but not quiet enough for your taste.

“Hey, shh.  I know that, but he doesn’t, and I don’t know where he is,” as you looked around for the missing metalhead, Steve and Dustin shared another look.

“Either way, that’s not the point, the point is-”

“Wait, so you know?  Like, you know you’re in love with him and you didn’t tell anyone!? Not even Robin?”

“Hey,” Steve pouted at Dustin’s response, “Why don’t we ever have time to talk about my love life?”

Dustin squinted his eyes at the older boy, “You never shut up about your love life. Call me when one of your girlfriends comes out of a coma and immediately has to flee to Canada after dying, okay, Steve?”

“Hey, can I finish my sentence?” you raised your hand as if you were in a classroom.

“Sorry.” 

“Thank you. Look, the point is I’m upset. And I know it’s wrong. What he did was… it was heroic. It was brave, it saved us, and it’s selfish of me but- goddamn do I wish he hadn’t done it. He ran into danger without a thought for himself, and if he ever does it again, I think it’ll kill me.”

The two boys in front of you remained silent for a second before Dustin said, “Holy shit, you’re in love with Eddie.”

“Yes,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “We’ve been over that, that’s not the-”

“No, but that is the point! You’ve been pulling away because you’re in love with him-”

“And he almost died saving you,” Steve finished the kid’s sentence, “You feel guilty and you're upset, that’s perfectly normal.”

“What’s not normal is freezing him out. You should go to him!” Dustin was jumping up and down with excitement, “You have to tell him that you love him.”

“I assure you I do not.”

“But you do though! Because right now, I’m pretty sure he thinks you hate him!”

“What?” your voice sounded fragile, more so than it had the moment before, “I don’t-”

“Yeah, we all know that, but he doesn’t know it!”

“Who doesn’t know what?” Eddie emerged from behind the gas station, playing with his lighter as he made his way towards you.

“I don’t-” 

“We don’t-”

“You don’t know that you shouldn’t play with a lighter at a gas station,” Steve interrupted you and Dustin, and your weak attempts to hide the conversation you’d just had, “Come on man, put that thing away, you’re gonna blow us all up.”

Eddie nodded, doing as Steve asked. You quickly turned your attention back to the gas pump, ignoring the three boys as they piled back into the car.

“(Y/N), are you coming, or what?”

You finished quickly, trying to ignore the slight tremor in your hands. You climbed into the backseat next to Dustin, and you shut your eyes, trying to block out the conversation you just had. Your moment of peace didn’t last long.

You felt something on your hand. Soft slow taps from an unknown source. You tried to ignore it, but the longer you did, the quicker the taps came. When you opened your eyes, you saw Dustin tapping away your hand, over and over again in the most annoying way possible. When you turned to glare at him, he mouthed the words, “You need to tell him.”

You mouthed back, “What?”

“Tell him how you feel.”

You shook your head and looked forward again, eyes sliding closed as you pretended you were somewhere else. You imagined the library at your school, a nice beach, a cabin in the mountains- and you were ripped from each fantasy thanks to the tapping on the back of your hand.

You spun around, glare much more pronounced this time. Dustin’s intentions were also much more pronounced. This time, he just pointed at Eddie rather aggressively while mouthing the word, “TELL!”

You threw your hands up, mouthing the words, “What the fuck, Dustin?”

“You need to tell him!”

“No!”

“You have to tell him, bike car xylophone cheese!”

Your lip reading was not on point.

“What? What are you even talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how I’m not going to tell Eddie that I’ve been in love with him for years!” or at least that’s what you meant. What Dustin saw was, “I’m talking about how I’m not going to eat Los Angeles for yams!”

Dustin’s lip-reading was also not on point.

“What?”

“What?”

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Steve asked from the front seat, “Stop distracting me or I’m gonna crash this car.”

“Yes, mom,” Dustin said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, don’t talk to your mother that way,” you said, voice mockingly harsh, a shit-eating grin plastered across your lips.

“Yeah, Henderson. Don’t make him turn this car around,” Eddie joined in, and the three of you laughed at Dustin’s expense. 

“You guys suck,” the kid said, crossing his arms and sinking down in his seat.

You only laughed louder. Of course, you thought nothing of it- you were just laughing, that was nothing special. To Eddie, however, the sound was pure magic. He hadn’t heard that laugh for too long. He looked at you in the rearview mirror, staring with what could only be described as pure longing. His dark doe eyes took you in, admiring your smile and every line of your face. You, of course, didn’t notice this. You weren’t focused on where Eddie’s eyes were. Instead, your attention was turned to the world speeding by outside your window.

Dustin, however, was paying very close attention to where Eddie was looking, and holy shit did that kid want to scream. Not only were you in love with Eddie, but from what he was seeing, Eddie was in love with you.  He was intent on you sharing your feelings before, but now? Now he needed you both to confess.

And he needed Steve to be in on it.

Alas, the car was in motion, and with the speed you were aiming for, you wouldn’t stop again until you were much closer to the border. That meant that Dustin had to stay silent, holding in your secrets until he could finally let them out. It was torture.  He hated every minute of it. Even when the car ride devolved into intense discussions about random shit, it wasn’t enough to distract him.

“Look, I just think that Tom Cruise isn’t as hot as people say he is,” you said, throwing your hands up.

You think Eddie is hot, though, Dustin thought.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tom Cruise is hot,”  Steve responded, taking a hand off the wheel to emphasize his point. Eddie just nodded in agreement.

“Whatever,” you said, “I just think he’s overrated.”

But you don’t think Eddie is overrated.

“Ok, so who do you think is hot?” Steve put his hand back on the wheel.

EDDIE, they think Eddie is hot.

“I don’t know. Maybe David Bowie?”

And Eddie.

“David Bowie?” Steve asked, sounding very much like he didn’t believe you, “David- you know what, I get it, actually.”

“Yeah, I see it,” Eddie nodded in agreement.

The conversation shifted to a rather PG version of kiss, marry, kill, but Dustin’s mind remained in the same place.

“Okay, I would… murder the shit out of the Thing,” you said, thinking hard.

“From The Thing?”

“Yes, Steve, the Thing from John Carpenter’s The Thing. Then… I’d kiss Galadriel, and I’d marry MacReady. Also from The Thing.”

Steve nodded approvingly, “Not bad, not bad.”

You’d also kiss and marry Eddie, Dustin thought. What he said, though, was, “Hang on, why wouldn’t you marry Galadriel?”

“Honestly? She kind of intimidates me, I don’t think I could handle that in a marriage.”

You could handle Eddie in a marriage-

“What about you, Dustin, you have to kiss, marry, and kill three people and/or characters,” you nudged his side.

“Uhhhhh,”

Shortly after, the conversation shifted again.  Dustin’s mind still didn’t falter. It was a little harder to stay on topic that time, though.

“Ok, but does anyone actually know what the plot of Cats is?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, it’s,” you put your hands over your eyes, “It’s something about all the cats competing to see who gets to die in a trash fire? I think?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously!”

I feel like I’m dying in a trash fire. JUST TELL EDDIE HOW YOU FEEL.

“That’s surprisingly metal for a musical where people in lycra suits pretend to be cats,” Eddie said, knocking his rings against the window.

Y’know what would be metal? IF YOU TOLD (Y/N) YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THEM.

The car ride continued like this until you stopped again. At that point, Dustin’s mind was a tiny bit lost. The second he was out of the car, he dragged Steve off behind a tree that definitely wasn’t big enough to hide them both.

“Woah, woah, woah, Jesus, calm down. What do you want?”

“Eddie’sinlovewith(Y/N)!”

“Wait… what?”

“Eddie is in love with (Y/N). They’re in love, they love each other!”

“Okay, wait, how do you know that?”

“Just look at the way he looks at them!”

Steve looked around the tree to see you and Eddie still near the car. You looked like you were asleep standing up, and Eddie was smoking again. Neither of you were looking at each other.

“Okay, not right now,” Dustin said, pulling Steve back to face him, “But in the car, you have to see the way he looks at them! He’s totally in love.”

“Alright, big shot, I’ll take a look when we get back in there… but you know we could just ask him, right?”

“... Shit, you’re right. Hang on,” Dustin leaned around the tree, “Eddie! Pst! C’mere!”

Eddie purposefully ignored the kid, focusing instead on his cigarette.

“You should go see what he wants,” you said, leaning towards him just a bit, “He might lose his shit, otherwise.”

Eddie was too shocked by the fact that you were talking to him to move. Instead, he just turned to look at you, his eyes wide and lips slightly parted. You hadn’t spoken directly to him since he woke up, and now that you were-

“Why are you looking at me like that? Just,” you waved your hand, “Go see what he wants.”

He did as you asked, stumbling a little as he pushed himself off of the car.

“What’s up?” he asked, cigarette still in his hand.

“Hi, Eddie, you’re in love with (Y/N), right?” 

Eddie choked on smoke and ash as he tried to recover from Dustin’s question, “What?”

“You’re in love with (Y/N), yes or no?”

“I- how- where did this come from?”

“Just answer the question, man,” Steve said, running his hands through his annoyingly perfect hair.

“You’re in on this too, Harrington?” 

“Yeah, he’s in on it, we’re both in on it, now answer the question!”

Eddie didn’t answer. Instead, he looked over at you. Your eyes were closed again, and you were leaning against the car. You looked so calm, so relaxed, more so than you’d been since he woke up. Your lips were turned up slightly at the ends, and he wanted to kiss you so badly-

Of course, you didn’t see this, but Steve and Dustin did. Steve even nodded at the kid, a silent agreement that yeah, holy shit, Eddie was down so bad.

“Y’know what,” Dustin said, “Don’t answer. We already know.”

“What? Hang on, I have questions-”

“There’s no time for your questions. C’mon, Steve.”

Steve sent a sympathetic glance and a shrug in Eddie’s direction before he followed the kid back to the car. Eddie was left by the tree, watching as the two boys walked away from him. He was more than a little confused, but instead of racking his brain for a possible answer, he just brought his cigarette back to his lips and turned to face the other way.

Since he was looking in the other direction, he didn’t see it when your eyes raked over his figure, hungrily taking in every part of him. You were still mad, yes, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the view.  

Of course, Steve and Dustin noticed you. This was to their detriment, because seeing the obvious want on your face made them want to tear their hair out. As Steve walked to the other side of the car, Dustin walked up to you. He grabbed your shoulders and shook you slightly, as much as his fourteen-year-old arms could manage.

“Tell. Him,” the kid said, before climbing into the backseat beside Steve.

“Hey, wait a minute,” you put your hand on the door before he could close it, “Get out, you’re riding shotgun.”  

“Uh, no.  You are riding shotgun, and Eddie is driving. Now, go on. Shoo!”

You flipped the kid off before climbing into the car, slightly pushing yourself against the door. Eddie was the last to get in, smelling of cigarettes and pine. The ride was relatively silent the rest of the way into Canada. Whenever someone did speak, Steve and Dustin’s thoughts screamed for you and Eddie to confess. Alas, there were no confessions to be had. Your arms were crossed against your chest, and Eddie gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. 

Crossing the border went by without incident. As your merry band ventured further north, rain began to pour down on your shitty little car. You drove past towns and rivers, and through a dense forest until you finally reached your destination.  

Your temporary home was about the size of Reefer Rick’s- and it was completely empty. The windows were dark and there were no cars around it. Its pale yellow walls were overgrown with moss and ivy. Despite the house’s abandoned appearance, there was no spray paint or broken glass to indicate petty criminal activity. As soon as Steve and Dustin left, you and Eddie would be relatively isolated, and entirely alone. The thought almost scared you, but you refused to let it.

“Alright then,” you said, pulling yourself out of the car, “Let’s get set up, shall we?”

You walked towards the door. Just as Mr. Munson said, there was a doormat, and beneath it, a key. You slotted it into the lock and opened the door. The house smelled like old wood and dust. You coughed slightly as you stepped inside, moving through the house and turning on the lights. Eddie, Steve, and Dustin followed behind you, carrying boxes with them.

After you finished making sure all of the appliances were functional, you joined the boys in carrying your few belongings into the house.  

You were in one of the bedrooms, putting away your clothes when Steve found you. You gave him a small nod when he entered, one that he returned. A few moments passed before either of you spoke.

“You should talk to him,” he said, his hands kept busy as he messed with whatever he could find, “Not now, y’know, but soon, just… let him know how you feel. He deserves that much- and you deserve to get it off your chest, y’know?”

You bit your lip, “You may have a point.”

“I may have a point? I know I have a point. Besides, you don’t actually plan on spending your time here in awkward silence, do you? Because that sounds like a bad plan.”

“Damn. That’s another point for you.”

“I know,” Steve said. He put down whatever junk he was fiddling with and put his hands on your shoulder, gently turning you to face him, “Look, when you have someone who looks at you the way he does, you don’t want to let them go.”

“And how does he look at me?”

“Like he loves you.”

“Oh,” you said, your voice shaking slightly. You coughed and patted Steve’s hands, “Thanks, Steve. Emotional intelligence suits you.”

“It’s no problem, just,” he pointed at you and smiled, “Act on it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Right. Now, let’s head downstairs, shall we?”

He offered his arm to you, and you took it, heading down the stairs with him.

When you hit the final step, Steve moved ahead of you and wrapped an arm around the kid’s shoulders, messing up his hair as he pulled the kid down the hall.

“Well, we should get going,” Steve said, “Our flight is soon, and if I buy four plane tickets instead of two my parents will kill me.”

“Aw, and (Y/N)’s in Canada, so they wouldn’t be able to bring you back,” Dustin joked, batting at Steve’s arm, “Eddie, you’re coming with us, right?”

“Yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming. You’re gonna be alright on your own, right?” Eddie turned to you. You froze under his gaze, your heart racing. Still, you found your words.

“I’ll be fine. It’s Canada, what’s the worst thing up here? Bears?”

He smiled at you, and you felt like you were on fire. Trying to dispel the feeling, you turned to Steve and Dustin, “Well, you know where we are, and you know our numbers. If you need anything, let us know.”

“Of course. And we’ll let you know when you can come back.”

“Good. Let’s hope that’s soon.”

Dustin finally broke free of Steve’s hold and ran at you and Eddie. He hugged the metalhead first, whispering something you couldn’t hear. Then, he sprinted for you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“Take care of him, okay? And take care of yourself.”

“I will, I promise. You don’t have to worry about us, alright?” you pulled away, “And you take care of yourself.  Try to get some sleep, kiddo.”

He hit your shoulder for calling him a kid again. Of course, you laughed at his expense. When you looked up, Steve had his arms around Eddie. He let go and moved over to you.

“Watch yourself up here, bears aren’t anything to laugh at.”

You laughed again at Steve’s serious expression.

“I’m serious!”

You pulled him into a hug, “I appreciate your concern, Steve.”

When he pulled away, he left his hands on your shoulders, “And take my advice, will you? Make a move!”

You patted his hands, shaking your head as you took a step back, “I’ll see what I can do.”

For a moment, the four of you were silent. The woods were filled with the sound of wind and birdsong. Over the treeline, you could see a storm forming.  

“I’ll see you when I get back,” Eddie said as he got into the car. You watched as the boys drove off, and the car quickly disappeared into the trees.

#x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things spoilers

[demona-andariel]

Object of Obsession - 30 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,224

Chapter 30 - Michael's Revelation

Michael stared at Gretchen's sleeping form. She was on the couch. The doctor's coat lay over her like a blanket, partly covering her. Not that the house was cold. He wasn't entirely sure how long it had been since they returned home from the clinic.

She had woken up long enough to rifle through the doctor's bag and get what she needed. There was a brief moment where she paused. Something in there had caught her attention. But, before he could see what it was, she closed the bag after taking some medicine out. He expected her to make her way to her bedroom, but instead, she took some pills, drank some water then collapsed onto the couch.

He let her rest there, seeing no reason to make her move. He took that opportunity to do a couple of things. First, he brought in the items that she had asked for. When she had "escaped" he had dumped everything on the porch and just left them there. It wasn't his problem if they got rained on or scattered by the wind.

Luckily, they were exactly where he'd left them. After putting them on the kitchen table, he wandered the house. He wasn't sure what he was looking for. But he searched the whole place from top to bottom and saw nothing. Felt nothing. Just a little bit of frustration from his own end, although he wasn't entirely sure why.

With nothing else to do after that, he watched her. Finally letting his brain process everything that had happened so far.

Killing was all he was interested in. All he knew. And then she came into his life. And suddenly, it went from killing to also fucking. Only, the fucking was just for one person. One silly little female, who had such a strong hold on him. He not only wanted, but he needed her. Despite the fact that her very presence kept him at war with himself.

There were two sides to him. The person he was outside the house, outside of her presence. The ruthless uncaring killer. And then there was the person he became inside the home. The lover. He knew he could kill to protect her if her life was ever in danger. But, could he kill random people with her close to him? He didn't know. And he never planned on finding out.

Michael took in a deep breath. He could only admit it to himself, but he'd gotten nervous and a little scared, driving into town with her in the car. The two sides of him had always been separate. Taking her out into the world was the ultimate test of who he really was. Did her presence make him change? Or was it just her that he didn't want to kill?

He felt his heartbeat pick up.

The people in the clinic had become his victims, his little guinea pigs. They didn't have to die. He could have easily incapacitated them, locked them in a room. They hadn't threatened Gretchen in any way. In fact, except for the doctor, the two men hadn't even seen her. And it wasn't as if them knowing he had Gretchen would endanger him even more.

Yet, he had no problem killing them. In fact, killing them had been just as satisfying as ever. Maybe even a little more so, considering she was so close. He was still free to be who he was while in her presence.

She hadn't even tried to get him to think of another way. She didn't say her "I hope you don't kill anyone" line. Then again, she was drifting in and out of consciousness the whole time. There was only one person, she asked that their life be spared. Not with words, but with her eyes. A silent plea.

'Please, let this one live.'

Gretchen moved and let out a content sigh. Michael looked up in the direction of the bedroom.

Time to go to bed, he thought.

He walked over to her and scooped her up, lifting her off the couch. She automatically wrapped her arm around his neck to help support herself. Not that he needed it. He liked holding her, carrying her. Although, he would have preferred that she wasn't sick. That he was carrying her to bed to fuck her instead of sleep.

The floorboards creaked with each step he took, but she didn't wake up. She was looking better at least. Far more relaxed and at peace now than she was earlier. It was a good sign. At least, he hoped it was a good sign. A sign that she was recovering.

Once she was better she was going to have to explain things to him. This whole thing could have been avoided, had she mentioned the fact that she was on some medicine. Something that probably kept her slightly sane. Would he have gotten her those pills? He was unsure. But he would have reacted differently to her attempted "escape".

You really should have listened to her panic-stricken voice.

Reaching her room, Michael paused. He'd never noticed it before. How empty her room was. It hadn't been before. There used to be boxes, broken furniture, just a big mess. But she'd cleared everything out, leaving just her nightstand, the bed, a dresser, and a tall lamp.

Gretchen's breathing staggered slightly. Her hand tightened its grip on his clothing. His skin prickled as he stared inside.

Michael cocked his head to one side. That was what he was looking for. He'd searched the whole house, even gone to her room earlier, but it wasn't there. Now, with her in his arms, he felt it. It was that same feeling he felt the other night, just before he took her outside. The same feeling when he'd come back home exhausted days earlier and she was staring into "nothing".

His eyes narrowed. He'd been so focused and so angry at her "escape" he didn't notice it. Was it around then too? He took a step forward. Gretchen whimpered, making him look down at her.

"My head hurts," she whispered softly but didn't open her eyes.

He tightened his grip on her body. No. She was far too weak for him to experiment. Was it her? Or was it something else? He took a step back and then closed the door to her room.

He opened the room next to hers. It was nearly impossible to get in. She'd packed it full of all the extra items and furniture she didn't want from her room and the room she had apparently claimed to do her art. Her art room. Probably better.

Passing his room, he paused. His room? It was the smallest room out of the four upstairs. His bed was average in size, barely big enough to handle two people. It was his room. His sanctuary. The one place he didn't want her in because it belonged to him.

He opened the door and stepped inside, placing her on his bed. The room belonged to him and so did she. She didn't make him less of a killer like he had feared.

Taking a step back, he studied her. Relaxed. She was relaxed again. Michael slowly backed out of his room, keeping an eye on her reaction. But she didn't wake up. Partially closing the door he made his way back to her room.

Michael stopped and stood at the doorway to her room, staring into it. Nothing. He casually walked inside, tightening his grip on the handle of his blade.

He felt nothing. No looming presence that caused his skin to prickle like it had minutes before.

"You made him go away." Her words echoed in his mind. Was a ghost really scared of him? Or did he somehow chase her internal demons away?

Walking back to his room, he pushed the door open. Gretchen wasn't in the bed. She had her arms wrapped around her and looked out his window. She'd opened it. It was the only one in the house that was free of all obstruction.

The room was cool, colder than it needed to be. But at least she had the doctor's coat on. He walked over to her and closed the window. She slowly looked up.

"Maybe you could open other windows?" she asked. "I like it here. It's peaceful. For the most part."

For the most part.

He pressed his free hand against her cheek. She turned away and walked over to the bed. Taking off the coat, she scooted in until she was in the far corner against the wall. Her back turned to him.

As casually as possible, he unzipped his coveralls and took off his mask, eyes focusing on her. She didn't turn to watch him. The mattress dipped as he got in.

Taking in a deep breath, he slowly let it out.

For probably the first time in his life, he felt awkward. It would have been easier on him if she was still sleeping. The last time he'd slept in her bed he made sure she didn't know he was going to stay. Now he was blatantly getting in.

She finally turned. Her eyes wandered his body first, making him freeze as her fingers pressed against his bare chest. He wasn’t quite sure she was up for sex. She looked up at him. His heart picked up slightly. What was she doing?

“I’m going crazy,” she said softly. Her brow knitted with concern. “I thought I could see the future. But… what if my brain’s just sick?" Her eyes searched his as if he had the answer. "Maybe my family thought they were protecting me by not telling me. And maybe they were humoring me, letting me think that I saw the future because the truth-” She paused.

With a heavy sigh, she continued, “I had this vision about a year ago. It was blurry, but then again, most of my visions were blurry by that point. There wasn’t much to it. I couldn’t really see the person I was with. I knew I was in a car. I was very excited and I had this strong feeling that it was important to my future. My destiny. My-" She cleared her throat, gently shaking her head. “The closer it got, the clearer the vision became.”

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. “I didn’t even know Brandon. Not really. I came here because his face became a clear image in my head. But that was after I saw him. We met online and eventually took it to video chats. I moved here following what my brain told me to. We did stuff, but I still had it in my head that we were going to have sex in that car up on that hill. How silly of me.”

She sat up and stared down at her hands, clenching and unclenching her fists. “What if he wasn’t supposed to die? What if there was another way? Do you think you would have still tried to kill me? If I was up there alone? What if I made my vision, or whatever, happen? So desperate not to feel crazy I manipulated the events of my life to play out how my brain saw it.” Her questions were clearly rhetorical, partly talking to herself.

He sat up and stared at his door for a moment. He'd killed many people in his life and never regretted his actions. Killing that Brandon? Well, that was probably the one kill that brought him the most joy. It felt right, necessary. He didn't really give it much thought then. Chalking up his joy to it being his first kill in quite a few years. But now, he had a feeling there was more to it.

“Michael,” she said softly. She half turned. Her eyes raked over his body again. He frowned as he watched her move. She got onto her knees and partially crawled closer to him. Before he could completely register what she was doing, she placed one arm around his neck and then sat on his lap. With a content sigh, she leaned on him, pressing her forehead against his jaw for a moment. He gulped, keeping his hands to his side.

This was new and far too intimate for his comfort. Inhaling deeply, she exhaled before moving her head back to look at him. There was an intensity in her eyes.

“I’m going to hell.” She visibly gulped and her eyes widened ever so slightly. “I feel safe with you. How fucked up is that? You kill people! You killed Brandon. I thought- I thought he was the love of my life. I should be heartbroken. And all I’ve been focusing my energy on is denying my attraction to you! Fuck me!” She barked out a slightly mad laugh and shook her head.

He smirked and huffed. To his surprise, she didn’t react like he thought she would. She didn’t get annoyed or angry. The worry returned to her eyes.

"I see him," she stated.

He felt his body tense. But, things were starting to make sense. The random tension that would suddenly come over her. Guilt perhaps? Or, was it possible that a real ghost haunted her? One that she could see and he couldn't. It would explain whatever he suddenly felt in her room. Something that hadn't been there before. Or maybe it had but he just never noticed it.

"It started out small, but it's been progressing. But she-" Gretchen paused. Her face softened a little. "The doctor made me think. I used to take these pills. I never really asked what they were for. Well, I did and they kinda told me. But I don't know. I just trusted my uncle and doctor. I hate them though, Michael. I feel. I don't know how to explain it. I feel off. Like, there's some part of me that's being hidden. There's this fog in my brain back here." She motioned towards the back of her head. "I know it was stupid. But, I stopped taking them before you took me."

She leaned back against him again, wrapping one arm around his side. He felt her fingers brush his lower back. "I don't want to take them. Things are going crazy right now, but I feel like if I hold off a little bit longer I'll be okay. But what if I should? What if whatever is happening only gets worse and worse?"

Are you really asking me my opinion?

He let out a sigh. She needed to sleep, but clearly, that wasn't about to happen just yet.

She lowered her head. “I never told Brandon any of this. I… I couldn't trust him. Here I am, telling you because you make me feel safe. You! I am crazy.” With a loud sigh, she looked up at him and gently traced his face with her fingers.

“Do you think I see the future?” she asked.

Does it really matter what I think?

"Yes," she replied as if she'd read his mind. "I think it matters to me. If I see the future, then there are some things I need to tell you. But, if I don't, I don't want to manipulate events to happen the way my mind is saying they will."

He cocked his head, curious as to what she meant.

"The hard part is, do I tell you? What if by telling you, this 'future' comes true? What if-"

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer and kissed her. It was the only thing he could think of to shut her up for a moment. Too many unnecessary questions. Questions she didn't need to worry about at the moment. He was never a man to make plans about the future. He didn't plan on escaping the hospital. He just found the right opportunity and took it. The people he killed were just at the wrong place and the wrong time.

She relaxed and he pulled back.

"If you didn't mysteriously heal as quickly as you do I would be worried about getting you sick," she lightly teased. The fingers of her left hand moved along his right arm.

“You lied to me, Michael,” she said softly, then sighed, not looking up at him. “You care about me.”

He stiffened and started to move his arm off her, but she grabbed it, stopping him.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, sounding more fatigued, tangling her fingers in his. “I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.”

Taking in a very deep breath, she let it out. "Don't worry," her voice was almost too soft to hear. "I won't let them take me from you." Her heavy breathing that followed shortly after told him all he needed to know. She’d fallen asleep.

He didn’t move, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against him. How strange. The life he had, and the lives he took without remorse led everyone, including him, to believe he was heartless. Him? Care? But, she felt right. Like, a piece of him that he didn’t realize was missing.

He let out a sigh and gently readjusted her so she was laying on the bed. She groaned in protest but then hummed when he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. It was comfortable, having her body pressed against his.

She inhaled deeply then exhaled. He watched her with interest. Watched as her body slowly relaxed in his arms, as her breathing slowed and deepened as she quickly fell back asleep. His hand brushed through her hair.

What are you to me?

He frowned. He placed his right hand under her face and turned her head up to look at him. She mumbled something and briefly opened her eyes to glance at him. She turned around, wrapping her left arm around his chest. She was back asleep in a moment.

He placed his hand on her cheek again, lightly running his thumb along her lips.

“Gretchen,” he said as softly as possible.

His fingers traced the first scar he’d made on her back when he first attacked her. Was that what doomed him? She moved slightly, grunting a little as his hand went between her breasts to feel the second nick he’d made. Or was it that one?

A killer who cared? How silly.

Just her?

He reminded himself of the other women he’d come across, testing his sexual awakening. No one had what she did. Whatever it was. And it wasn't like she kept him from killing people. The two victims at the clinic were proof enough.

He cringed a little at the thought. Okay, she did affect him a little bit. He was going to kill the doctor. There was no reason to keep her alive. She didn't help him out of the kindness of her heart. Not that her fate would have been any different had she.

It was Gretchen who made him spare her life. When he left with the doctor to get the medicine, Gretchen's look changed the woman's fate. A simple, silent, plea for mercy. This one life, just for her. At least, for now. He knew where the doctor lived. If the woman was smart, she'd pack her bags and move out immediately. He would give her some time. But, if he saw her again, she wouldn't be so lucky.

Gretchen hummed and turned her back to him again.

No reason to keep lying to himself about his feelings toward her.

Yes, Gretchen. I do care about you. Just you. Crazy or haunted. You're a part of me. You're mine.

Chapter 31 - To Taunt a Ghost

#michael myers x oc #smut #horror #noncon tw #slashers #fanfiction #michael Myers fanfic #tw noncon

[dairy-farmer]

Perpetually pregnant Tim Anon here, and I have a new idea lmao:

Instead of Tim getting knocked up by Bruce twice and then running to Jack when Bruce won't knock him up again, what if it was the opposite?

Tim is desperate for a companion, a sibling, but he knows his mom would never have another baby. But his dad might just be depraved enough to give a baby to Tim. So he crawls into his dad's bed, still a few weeks from 13, and starts to grind onto his clothed crotch until Jack takes the hint and starts fucking his v underage son. Tim is gasping and moaning bout how he wants to be a big brother so bad, and Jack is grunting as his hips pound into Tim's. "Such a little slut, a little freak. Fuck this is hot" suffice to say Jack comes deep in his son, multiple times. He and Janet leave before Tim finds out if it took, but he gets a hold of his dad for the first time in nearly six months and tells him that he did succeed in getting the little sibling he always wanted.

When Jack and Janet return, Tim has already given birth, with the help of a hush-hush doctor. A handful of fake articles later and the baby is the newest Drake addition, people speculating if Janet hid a pregnancy for nine months or if the baby was adopted.

Bruce thinks nothing of it, tho he does worry for the baby only bc he knows how often Jack and Janet travel. But Tim seems to be a doting older brother, and surely they have a nanny of some kind (they don't, ofc). It isn't until one night, Bruce is hosting a gala and the Drake's were invited. Jack and Janet were slated to leave on a flight for South America the next morning, so Janet stayed home to pack and catch up on sleep. The baby, now almost two months old, stayed home as well with a sitter. Jack and Tim were the only ones in attendance.

As the night goes on, Bruce distantly wonders where the two Drake's ran off to, but he gets his answers as he starts wandering the Manor, tired of mingling with his guests. In one of the empty rooms, one that just houses an old piano and a couch, the door is open just enough for Bruce to peek inside and watch as Jack Drake fucks his 13 year old's wet, pink little pussy.

He almost intervenes, but then he hears Tim keen, nearly sobbing in pleasure, and then he hears the boy beg his father to come inside of him. "Gimme another baby, dad. I want another baby brother or sister, please--" and Jack fucks into him even harder than before. Bruce can't look away, only pulls himself away once Jack has come deep inside Tim's pussy, the teen still begging for the older man to fuck a baby into him. Bruce ignores his raging hardon and simply analyzes the situation.

The new Drake baby isn't from Jack and Janet. He's from Jack and /Tim/. Based off the way he begged and cried, Bruce deduces that Tim was the one who initiated things, and Jack just never bothered to stop him. Tim got pregnant at 12 years old and gave birth to his own brother at 13. Bruce is ashamed at how turned on he is.

He wrestles with what to do for awhile, knows Jack and Janet will be gone for the foreseeable future. In the end, he tells no one and decides to get the story from Tim directly. He goes over to Drake Manor one day some months after the gala, and when he knocks on the door, he genuinely isn't expecting a heavily pregnant Tim to answer, holding his baby brother to his chest as the infant sleeps.

Tim seems to see something in Bruce's eyes as the older man stares at his large belly and developing breasts. In a blink and you miss it moment, Tim smirks up at Bruce before becoming the epitome of polite socialite and inviting Bruce inside.

"I know" Bruce says once they're inside the Manor.

"what is it you think you know, exactly, Mr. Wayne?" Tim blinks his big doe eyes up at him after gently laying the baby in a bassinet that's in the living room.

"I know that your father did this to you" he gestures at Tim's belly. "And not for the first time" he glances at the sleeping baby. He expects Tim to be defensive, but instead he shrugs, relaxing into his sofa, arms rubbing at his burdensome middle as his legs fall open. It's suggestive, and Bruce fights to keep his eyes on Tim's face.

"he did"

"you don't seem concerned that I know"

"that's because I'm not"

"and why is that?"

"because if you were going to do something, you'd have done it by now, Mr. Wayne" and shit, he caught him on that one. "So why haven't you?" Tim is softly, sensually stroking his belly, head tilted to the side as he analyzes Bruce. His eyes light up and he smiles. "Ah. For the same reason my dad agreed to this in the first place, right?" Bruce is confused, but Tim continues talking. "The taboo, the risk, the lewdness of it all: it's so appealing, isn't it?" And Bruce can't stop the tent in his slacks as it becomes visible. Tim smirks down at it.

"you've thought about doing this to one of your boys, right? Jason sure would look cute with a big belly and full chest, and Dick I feel would be quite the little slut once he was knocked up. More so than usual, that is" Bruce almost comes to his kid's defense but, fuck, Tim is right. Ever since he saw Jack fuck into Tim that night, Bruce has been thinking about that being him and Jason, or even him and Dick sometimes. He's shamefully gotten off on it more times than he can count.

"but you have morals, so you can't do that. I get it. My dad never would have given me this if I hadn't practically sat on his cock one night and begged for it" Tim leers at Bruce suggestively, the movements his hands are making over his belly looking more like foreplay than simply settling a squirming baby.

"I'll cut you a deal, Mr. Wayne" and Tim's voice is lower, husky, still puberty high but now tinged heavily with arousal. "you keep this to yourself, and I'll gladly let you fill my womb once these two are born" Bruce blinks stupidly at Tim's belly. Twins. His father fucked twins into him mere months after Tim gave birth.

His ears are ringing, and he almost doesn't realize he's nodding until Tim is pushing himself into a more upright position, a sharp smile on his face.

"glad we could come to an agreement" Bruce knows a dismissal when he hears one, but Tim makes a soft noise before he can take more than a step towards the exit. "Just bc you can't knock me up now doesn't mean we can't practice tho, now can it?" And Tim barely gets the words out of his mouth before Bruce descends on him, gentle around his belly but rough everywhere else.

"gotta be quiet" Tim laughs breathlessly " don't wanna wake the baby-- oh fuck" Bruce ignores the teen in favor of sucking on his nipples through the cloth of his thin sleep shirt, hard.

Suffice to say, this is the beginning to a v beneficial (for Tim) and guilt maddening (for Bruce) relationship. When Tim's dad isn't home to fuck him full, Bruce can come around and help him out. and as soon as Tim's womb is available, he'll let Bruce fuck him full, carry his child, and then go back to business as usual. It's a beautiful thing, truly.

Thoughts?

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

the fact that this aligns perfectly with tim’s screwy mindset in the first one as here!!! but bruce would be so much more guilt ridden because in the first one he was kind of lulled into giving in and he still felt his regrets during tim’s first two pregnancies but now, he already internalizes tim as a ‘vicitm’ and now see himself as a more guilty party who’s using this boy to satiate a kink that he couldn’t otherwise get fulfilled. tim is ecstatic and some part of him recognizes that but it’s also overwhelmed by the fact that he’s keeping this kid continually pregnant and when jack and janet die, bruce doesn’t hesitates to take tim and all his “siblings” in. 

alfred would have no idea that some of the children are bruce’s but he does not that bruce has a fascination with the younger children, picking them up and rocking them with a strange reverence. and then tim get pregnant while in their hosehold, that they can’t hide from alfred but just like the OG au they explain it as tim being a troubled teen grieving his parents.

oooo there’s just so much more ripe, new drama present in this diverging aU!!!! i love it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #tim preg au

[lananiscorner]

The Sandman rewatch - episode 7

So I like to do this thing where, if I didn’t consider a show a complete waste of time and if it does have an actual arc spanning the season, I watch the season twice–once as a binge watch and then once more episode by episode, because it helps me notice things I didn’t notice at first, especially in cases like this where I’m almost entirely unfamiliar with the source material.

Anyway, any and all chronological thoughts and ramblings about episode 6 of The Sandman beneath the cut, because spoilers.

Well, we’re starting this episode off on a lovely note. Rose’s dad can get fucked for all I care.

You know you’re messed up when the anthropomorphic personification of Despair tells you that you’ve gone too far.

Oh, so the whole business with Nada was Desire’s fault too? I guess there’s one in every family…

Rose has guts going straight from “sure, I’ll pay you” to “you’re not hiring by any chance, right?”

It’s nice to see Lucienne actually being wrong about something for a change. Also, I wanna know what’s residing in Abel’s basement. lol

Wow, Dream’s castle is looking nice again. Took him barely any time to fix the place up, huh?

Aww, Matthew is volunteeering to help out Dream by watching over Rose in the waking world.

Lyta and Rose’s banter about the annoyance of getting asked for ID or not XDDD. Relatable.

I remember watching this episode for the first time and being very impressed by the way they had handled setup and payoff in this show, and honestly, I still am. Quick story writing lesson: setup and payoff refers to introducing a plot point/item/character etc. early in a way that doesn’t disturb the plot and immediately scream “hey this is is important—remember this!” in spite of it becoming important later. If done right, the audience will go “oh wait, it’s plot point/item/character X from that earlier scene/episode!” when they get to the important part. This show is excellent with setup and payoff. So many things that may seem like filler/fluff actually make sense later. Good job, writers!

I love how Unity was so worried Rose would just be like “you’re crazy, I’m leaving”, yet the first thing Rose does when finding out that she’s got a great-grandma is hug her. ;_;

Omg the serial killer get-together! I love how this starts out like a totally normal conversation, then they mention the Corinthian and you might think “okay, maybe they’re talking about a different Corinthian or maybe he is like… a super famous chess player or something whenever he’s not murdering people”… and then she pulls out the picture of an eyeless murder victim and calls it exquisite and your brain just screeches to a halt like “what the fuck did I just walk into?”

And I just realize where I remember Rose’s friend Carl from—he was the doppelgänger on The Witcher!

Jesus Christ, the Good Doctor. XDD She’s not crossing the line, she’s dancing back and forth over it.

Oh hey, the fates are back! This can only end in tears.

“Beware dreams and houses”--that’s gotta be the most useless advice ever lol.

Unity just casually dropping the “oh btw, our family is loaded” bomb XD.

Lmfao, Carl here just casually seducing a walking nightmare.

Oh, that’s a picture of the girl from two episodes ago! Judy, I think?

“Any unusual behavior.” - “Said the pumpkin to the talking bird.” Lmao, please don’t ever change, Matthew.

I swear to god, Hal looks exactly like one of my former co-workers. I had to look up his actor to make sure my ex-co-worker hadn’t gone to Hollywood.

Also, I adore Zelda and Chantal. Fun fact: there were exactly two sub culture groups for girls in my middle/high school (in Germany, we don’t separate those two)--you either went with the fake tan bitches, or the goth rock punks. The latter were infinitely more inclusive.

I genuinely do feel for both Rose and the foster care case worker in this scene. There’s only so much you’re allowed to do by law and it’s just an all around shitty situation for everyone.

That said, the moment she mentioned the money, I knew where this was going.

Gilbert is amazing. And so much of his demeanor makes sense once you know who he really is.

Oh great, the Corinthian has found his people. This cannot end badly for anyone, nope.

Rose just casually strolling into Dream’s throne room and you can tell from the look on his face that he’s going “aw damn, so much for her not being an active threat—I might actually really have to end up killing this girl”.

Yep, Jed’s foster father is a piece of shit. Now we know where those 800/month are going.

#The Sandman #episode 7 rewatch #kind of a live blog I guess

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Day 26

“Why did you save me?”

Fandom: Original work (teeth marks and bubblegum)

Characters: Ethan, Liz

Tw: Discussed death, gore, mercy killing, and zombie-style-cannibalism (I swear this isn’t as bad as it sounds omg the warnings o-o)

Summary: Ethan finally asks Liz why she decided to save him that day. Angst ensues. Also this is an excuse for me to try out a super dialogue-heavy style for a drabble.

“Why?”

“Why what?” She turned to face hum, frowning slightly.

“Why did you save me?”

There was silence for a moment.

Liz spoke up. “Look, I’m only human. What am I supposed to do when I see a dying person?”

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“I’m not human.”

“Oh shut up. Just because you’ve got slightly worse impulse control and a taste for raw meat doesn’t mean you’re a biter.”

Ethan sighed. “Just call them zombies. There’s no need to be all dramatic with the naming.”

“Shut up.”

They lapsed into silence again, staring at the sunset form where they were perched on the rooftop. Liz’s dangled her legs over the edge of the building, unbothered by the fact that they were ten stories up.

Ethan turned to look at her.

“I would’ve died.”

“No shit.”

“I would’ve… become one of those.” He gestured to the street far below, where a small horde of zombies shambled aimlessly.

She sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to drop the conversation. “I know. Don’t you think I know? I knew the risks when I dragged you into that abandoned house, and I knew the risks when I dug into your fucking arm to cut away the infection. I’m not a doctor, okay, but I always wanted to be one.”

She paused for a moment.

“I wanted to be one so that I could help people. Generic, I know. I’ve never been particularly ‘gifted’ in school.” She continued, raising her hands in air quotes. “Which is why I didn’t exactly end up following through with the whole med-school dream. But… I’ve never stopped wanting to help.”

“I could’ve killed you.”

She laughed. “Oh really? If I remember correctly, you were weak as a kitten, and without any weapons, or shoes for that matter.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know…” She quieted.

“Nobody would’ve blamed you if you left me to die there. I… I know what I looked like. Hell, my own group turned me away.”

“Shitty group. Don’t think I haven’t seen your scars.”

“I… Yeah…” He admitted. “But still, it doesn’t matter. I was bleeding out of my nose and mouth, and I’m pretty sure my tears went bloody at some point. I was delirious, missing a sizable chunk of my arm, and on death’s doorstep. You couldn’t have really known you could bring me back. I mean, the virus-“

She cut him off. “Okay, you need to shut up. I’m not sure why you’re trying to convince me I should’ve left you for dead. What’s done is done, and for all of the thanks you keep giving me, you don’t sound very grateful right now.”

“I…”

“No, stop. I’m talking. I’ve watched too many people die. Running the risk of sounding like a generic bleeding-heart-zombie-action-hero, I just couldn’t watch another person die in front of me. I’ve stood back, done nothing. I’ve mercy killed, watched the life drain out of the bloodshot eyes of my half-turned friends. I’ve run and killed and fucking ignored the problem until they tried to take a chunk of my face off. And nothing ever gets rid of the guilt. Of the fucking sickness I feel.”

She turned to look him straight in the eye, gaze hard and fire-hot even as tears pricked in the corners of her eyes.

“I couldn’t. Maybe I’m fucking selfish. Maybe it was stupid of me to drag you away and tie you up and force water down your throat and cut and cauterize your bite and boil and heat you until you had a goddamn seizure. Maybe I caused you more pain than your life’s worth. But I would do it again. And again. In a heartbeat I’d do it again.”

She wrenched her gaze away. “Shit.”

Ethan was silent for a moment.

“I… thank you. I don’t know what else to say. I just… you have to know that you didn’t ‘cause me more pain than my life’s worth’. I… to be honest, I don’t remember much of anything after I got bit and before I really woke up.”

He was lying, of course.

He remembered the pain.

The heat.

The terror, and the wishes for everything to end, for himself to just die.

He remembered the hunger and the delirium and the horrible, horrible thoughts that came with the virus, the virus that was being ripped form his mind by the heat of his own sweltering fever.

But he didn’t say any of that.

She hummed in acknowledgment.

He reached out a hand in a clear question.

She grasped his hand.

“Now,” He smiled weakly “if you don’t stop being all broody, I’ll eat your fingers off.”

She gave a tearful smile back. “Well, if you don’t stop trying to convince me I should’ve let you die, I’ll smash your head in with my bat.”

They both laughed.

@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #whump #no.26 #why did you save me? #oc #teeth marks and bubblegum #whump writing #whump drabble #writing #apocalypse whump #zombie infectee #zombie bite #zombie apocalypse

[venomised]

Concert Baby

WARNING: Sex mention, Unwanted Pregnancy, Drug use, One night Stand, abortion, Cheating MINORS DON'T INTERACT

@glitterystarfishfestival

You woke up with a headache from smoking weed, in an unknown bed and a guy beside you.

You barely remember what happened last. The only things that you remember is that you went to a krypton krax concert and went with Murdo.

"Shit." You say to yourself as you get off the bed and put your clothes on hoping that you won't woke up Murdo.

He was in a relationship with Dakaria, you slept with a taken man! You quickly rush out of the house and take the bus to your home. "I slept with a taken man! Did we even use protection? I don't take the pill or use any other protection methods. What if I'm pregnant?! I'm only 19, I can't have a baby." You think to yourself as you shift in your seat. You look at your phone and see that you have Murdos number. "I hope he doesen't tell Dakaria." You think to yourself again.

When you arrive home you take a shower to wash all of the sweat of your body and sit on the couch afterwards.

*Three weeks later*

You noticed that you were late and you puked every once in a while. So you went to your gyno for an ultrasound and blood test, it came out positive.

"Fuck." You called Murdo and told him about the accident.

Murdo: Wait- a baby? Are you serious? I have a girlfriend I can't become the father of an ONS baby. I can send you money but nothing more. Take care okay?

He ended the call and you broke down crying. "What am I supposed to do? I don't want this kid! I'm not able afford or take care of a baby. I don't even want a baby!"

You debated and debated with yourself until you went to an advice center and had a conversation.

??:Are you sure?

You nod.

??:Okay, three consinderation time and after that you can go to your doctor.

You: Goodbye.

Three days later you went to your gyno again.

Gyno: Take this pill and the embryo will be eleminated. I will watch you, come back next week and I will check you up.

*

At home you called Murdo before you took the pill.

Murdo: Yes?

You: Hey Murdo, I just wanted to say that the baby won't make it. I choose to abort it.

Murdo: Are you serious? I-i

You: Murdo, you never wanted to have something to do with the baby anyway. Goodbye.

This time you hung up.

*The next week at your Gyno*

Gyno: Seems like you are fine. The fetus is gone, you are free to go.

With that you left the office and never wanted to see Murdo again.

Headcanons about the pregnancy:

You ended the pregnancy early

But before you even knew it there were symtomps

You threw up often

The breats hurt

Sudden hunger attacks

Etc.

You were scared as hell and heartbroken when you found out you were pregnant

The three weeks of pregnancy were the worst weeks of your live

A living hell

Filled with anger, sadness and fear

The time after the abortion wasn’t as hard for you

You never wanted the baby anyway

But still you wondered how it would've been with a baby

#venomised #Vampirschwestern #Murdo dako #Pregnancy #Abortion #Angst

[hotch-stufff]

Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!reader

Warnings!: there are no warnings, im not telling you a single thing. It's a surprise. Just read and find out ;)

Also, as much as I love him, Jack does not exist in this story, wasn't really sure how to write him in.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in a while, I have had no inspiration and my bf dumped me so... ya'know that was nice. Anyways, finally getting some inspo, hopefully I will be writing more. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) Also, the mood board is mine, but the images are all from pintrest.

Word count: 1.4 k words

This is an emotional roller coaster

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You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move, or speak.

Your knees gave out as you fell to the floor, sobs racking your body.

You felt arms wrap around you, but it didn't help. You were suffocating. He was your air, and he had just been ripped from your lungs. 

He was gone, dead.

Your husband.

The love of your life.

Aaron Hotchner was dead

* * *

You don't remember anything after the doctor uttered those words. You don't remember Rossi picking you up and holding you. You don't remember the sad glances, the tears shed by your teammates. You don't remember the car ride to your now empty shared apartment. You don't remember lying down and sobbing into the pillow for hours.

No, you only remember the pain. The unbearable pain of loss.

He was gone. Really gone.

You cried and cried for hours on end. Until you had no tears left to shed. 

Then you just lied there, staring at the wall, gripping his favorite shirt in your arms, remembering every little moment with him.

And it hurt like hell just thinking of everything you did with him. The day you met. Your first kiss, your first date. The day he proposed. Your wedding. Every little thing. 

And you wouldn't be able to do anything else. You wouldn't have kids with him. You guys had just talked about having a baby just the other day. He wanted one so bad. 

You shouldn't have waited.

Because now, now he was gone.

* * *

The next few days were a blur. You found yourself with home-cooked meals overflowing your fridge. A team member at your house every night. But it was all a blur.

All meaningless without Aaron.

The funeral was coming up. You didn't make any arrangements, you asked Rossi if he could handle it and he quickly agreed. 

He had taken care of finding the casket, picking a place, and finding a burial site. Everything. 

The only thing you had asked for was a closed casket.

You couldn't handle looking at him.

* * *

On the day of the funeral, the girls all came over to help you get ready. 

"Alright y/n, do you have a dress?" Penny asked as she walked out of kitchen.

"In the closet." You croaked. Your voice being hoarse from the crying and lack of speaking for the past two weeks.

"Okay I'll grab that, and shoes. Jj is going to make you breakfast and Em is going to do your hair okay?" You gave her a sad smile and a small okay.

Penny quickly walked back your hallway as Em began pulling your hair back in a low ponytail. You felt the tears begin slipping down your face once again.

Jj saw as she walked back in the room with a bagel and coffee.

"Oh sweetheart." And the dam broke. They comforted you the best they could. But they couldn't even imagine what you were going through, because he was gone.

* * *

The funeral was a blur. It seemed like everything was these days. 

It was a beautiful service. You don't remember much. Lots of hugs and 'sorry for your loss's.

It had gone quickly, and soon you found yourself in Rossi's living room. Everyone but the team had left, you sat alone. The rest were in the kitchen cleaning up.

You didn't move from your spot, sipping your wine.

Everyone walked in, and found spots around you.

It was silent. Not a single word was spoken.

"I'm taking a leave of absence." You spoke.

6 pairs of eyes shot to you, but they couldn't say they were surprised.

"It's just too much. I'm not ready to come back." Your voice was quiet. Rossi was the first to say anything.

"Take all the time you need." 

* * *

And you did. You spent about 3 months in that apartment, alone and sad and heartbroken. 

But you realized that Aaron would never want you to live like this. And you really needed to be able to pay the bills.

So after those 3 months, you gave Rossi a call. He had become until chief since you had left, and he instantly accepted you back to the team.

You were slowly getting better. 

Each passing case a distraction. 

Each one fixing you just a bit more. 

Each one giving your life a purpose, a meaning again.

And you felt better. You stopped crying yourself to sleep. You stopped sitting in silence for hours on end. You stopped crying every time you thought about him.

But you still visited him every week. You still thought about him everyday. You still wore your wedding rings, refusing to take them off.

But you were better. 

* * *

A few more months went by and you started going out with the team again. You spent more time with them. Almost every weekend. And you were somewhat okay.

And it wasn't until about 8 months after his death did your world come to another crashing halt.

You had been called in to the BAU, not entirely sure why, but you came in none the less. 

You figured it was a case, but Jj hadn't specified on the phone, which was strange.

You had walked up to the conference room, and were surprised to see the whole team sitting there ready to go. 

"Hey guys, do we have a case?" You asked, but Jj sent you a sad look causing you to grow worried.

"Y/n, you should sit down for this." You had no idea what was going on. What on earth was happening. "Peter Raymond recently resurfaced, and was taken into custody this morning about an hour ago. He resisted arrest and pulled a gun on an officer. He was shot and killed." Your heart hammered in your chest. He was gone. The bastard who killed your husband was gone. Rossi stood walking towards Jj.

A pit grew in your stomach, there was more, something you didn't know.

"8 months ago I made a decision that greatly affected this team. Aaron Hotchner received substantial injuries from the wounds he endured, but his surgery was a success and he was airlifted to an unknown location. His identity was changed in order to keep him safe. But he is alive." 

You couldn't believe your ears. He was alive. Alive? 

Your eyes shot to the door and there he stood. 

Aaron Hotchner. 

You couldn't breathe. 

You couldn't move or speak. 

He was alive, you should be ecstatic.

But you only felt anger.

Your eyes shot to Rossi.

"How dare you." You whispered out, surprising the team. You weren't an angry person, you never yelled at your teammates. But you, you were seething. "How could you do that. You knew he was alive and yet you let me suffer. You watched as I cried day and night. You watched as I let myself go, as I lost myself." You shook your head in anger.

Aaron stepped forward reaching out for you, but you shook your head.

"Dont touch me. Don't fucking touch me." You felt the tears fall down your face. Again. "You left me. You're dead. You're gone. Y-you left." You were shaking and crying and once again Aaron reached out for you, but this time you let him.

He brought you into a crushing hug, holding you like you had begged to be held for months. 

He was here, really here. You could smell and feel and see him. He was really here.

"Y-you bastard. You left me." You whispered desperately as you cried into his shirt. 

The team was quick to disperse. They too were mad at Rossi, and they wanted to reunite with Hotch. But they left you be, at least for now.

Aaron pulled back slightly, looking down at you.

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to. But he would have killed you and then he would have killed me." He had tears running down his face as well now. But you were so angry at him.

You pushed him away.

"I could have gone with you Aaron. You could have gone into witsec. You didn't need to fake your fucking death Aaron!" You yelled at him. you couldn't even believe you were eating this conversation.

"Y/n please, I'm so sorry." You were mad yeah, but you were so overwhelmingly relieved that it overpowered your anger. "I missed you sweetheart." He whispered out and you broke just a little bit more.

"You bastard. Y-you stupid man." You pulled him back to you and slammed your lips together. "You stupid, stupid man." You gasped out between kisses. 

"I know, I'm so sorry. I love you." He stated after you pulled away.

"I-I love you too." You were sobbing at this point.. "Don't ever do that to me again." He nodded, leaning in to kiss you again.

And you kissed your husband.

Because he wasn't gone. 

He was right here.

And god did it feel amazing to have him back

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Thanks for reading! Requests are still open, so ask away! Currently I'm only taking requests from my prompt list, which is right here! School is starting up soon though, so i may not be writing very often, but i will definitely try! Anyways, if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

#aaron hotchner x reader #imagine #angst #fluff #reader insert #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch imagine #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch imagine

[pennylanefics]

Accidentally - Jacob Black

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for like a week. i wrote this in like an hour and a half lol, got the idea and ran with it. loved it up until the ending 🤷🏼‍♀️

warnings: descriptions/mentions of blood, injuries, stitches

•••

The fight with the newborns was finished. The vampires retreated after realizing Bella would soon become one, no lives were lost on your side, and everyone, besides Jacob, was unharmed. Though his accelerated healing pulled through after Carlisle reset his bones, and he was back to himself.

Bella, seeing this as a win for everyone, and wanting to celebrate her engagement with Edward, invited the wolf pack and their imprints over to the Cullens’ house for dinner. You found this to be odd for a couple reasons; vampires don’t eat, and the two groups usually aren’t ones to celebrate things together.

The pack eventually, reluctantly, agreed, and the date was set.

When you arrived with Jacob, the rest of the pack and their loved ones did as well. You join Emily and Kim to head straight for the kitchen, finding that Esme and Carlisle were cooking.

“We know that Paul can eat, so we made sure to make enough for everyone,” Esme smiles.

The three of you offer to help and she gives you each something you can do. You were given broccoli to cut up for a side dish of steamed broccoli, while Emily helped cook the chicken dish and Kim made a pasta salad.

The atmosphere is a little awkward at first. The vampires converse with each other, and the wolves stick to their pack. Eventually, Emmett apologizes to Paul for the misunderstanding on the tribe’s land, and things relax a bit.

Bella and Edward talk with Seth about their news; she looks so happy, and you could tell she really loved Edward. Though you knew she was playing with fire, being so close to people that could kill her instantly.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you weren’t paying attention and end up slicing your finger open. Feeling the piercing pain, you drop the knife, catching everyone’s attention.

“Ah shit,” you hiss, cradling your hand. Esme and Carlisle share a knowing look. Kim wraps your hand in a towel, but that makes it worse, as it spreads your scent around more. This keeps Jasper’s attention the most; he’s still not really good at controlling himself around human blood.

You didn’t know what happened, but one second you were standing next to Kim, and the next you were flung into the wall, crashing and falling onto a glass table. You can feel shards of glass in your arm, but the growling and hissing from the two supernatural groups in the room distracts you.

Emmett was standing in front of you, trying to keep Jasper from coming for you. Sam and Paul join in and lunge for the blonde vampire, Emmett pushing the group as far away from you as possible. Carlisle rushes over to you to assess your bleeding arm.

“Get him out of here, now!” He demands to the three. Jasper finally relaxes and walks out of the house, Alice, Edward, Bella, and Rosalie following. Carlisle helps you stand and Emily brings another towel to try and help with the blood.

“What the hell is going on?!” Jacob rushes in, Embry behind him.

“Jake, why don’t you go to the living room and calm down before-”

“No, Emily! I wanna know why the fuck my girlfriend is bleeding!”

“I’m going to take her to my office to stitch her up, she’ll be fine,” Carlisle tells him softly. Jacob tries to grab his shoulder and stop him in an angry manner, but the vampire is too fast for him and rushes up the stairs.

“Kim?!” He demands. She shakes her head, still in shock at how fast everything happened. Huffing, he follows you upstairs, but he gets lost trying to find Carlisle’s office. When he does, he sees you sitting on a small table.

“Get away from her,” he growls, his anger growing by the second. Carlisle keeps calm and faces him.

“I’m not a danger, Jacob. She’s in safe hands, I promise.”

“I don’t give a shit, get away now!”

“Jake,” you call out, your voice quiet and soothing. Upon hearing you, he calms down immediately, his eyes catching yours. “He’s okay.”

“You should be worried about Jasper. He’s the one that caused all of this.”

“What the hell did he do? Slam her into the wall for fun?!”

“Jacob, I’ll tell you once Carlisle finishes, just please.” He sighs and takes a seat in the chair next to the door, hanging his head in his hands stressfully.

He stays by the door the entire time, making sure no one comes in. He also watches Carlisle, but that’s not as big of a worry because he can see and sense how comfortable you are. Part of him hates that he acted out on the doctor, seeing as he just recently helped heal him.

“She’s all done. About ten stitches in her arm, and two in her finger. I’ll come over to your place when they need to be taken out,” he tells Jacob, discarding his gloves and washing his hands.

“Thank you, Carlisle,” you say. He smiles and pats your shoulder.

“Anytime. I’ll see you in about a week.” He walks out of the room, shutting the door. You reach your hand out for Jacob, and he finally trudges over to you.

As soon as he stands in front of you, to get a better look at the two bandages on your body, he breaks down crying. He stands between your legs and leans onto your shoulder, crying loudly. He holds onto you gently, being mindful of your injured arm.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles through tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you and you got hurt when I was here.”

“Hey, it’s okay, babe. Things happen.”

“It wouldn’t have happened if I were inside, protecting you.”

“Jacob,” you pull back to look him in the eyes. “Emmett saved me. I’m okay.”

“Emmett did this?” He begins to grow angry again. “I thought it was Jasper.”

“I cut my finger while chopping broccoli. Kim gave me a towel to try and contain it, but it made it worse. Jasper went to attack me, but Emmett pushed me away. I ended up slamming into the wall and falling onto a glass table.”

“Fucking vampires,” he whispers under his breath. You giggle and cradle his cheek.

“I’m okay, so let’s-”

“No, we’re not staying. We’re going home right now.” Deciding it was best not to argue with him, you nod. He helps you down from the table and guides you back downstairs. Carlisle and Esme were the only two in the living room, the vampires having gone to their respected rooms and the wolf pack and the others waiting outside.

“Thank you again, Carlisle. I’m sorry my blood ruined the party,” you chuckle. He laughs and pulls Esme into his side.

“It’s my job. And no worries. Wolves, humans, and vampires aren’t really meant to have parties like this. If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been something else.”

“Well, wish Bella and Edward the best for me, and apologize to Jasper.” They nod and wave goodbye as you and Jacob head outside. Before you could get into Jacob’s car, a voice stops you.

Emmett appears at the bottom of the stairs in seconds due to his speed. Jacob goes to lunge for him, but Paul and Embry hold him back.

“I just wanted to apologize for what happened. I didn’t mean to throw you into the wall, I just wanted to get you away from him. I kinda forgot you are human for a second,” he tells you.

“No hard feelings Em. Thanks for saving me.” You hug him tightly and he is careful with your arm, but hugs you back as well.

“No fucking thanks for throwing her into a glass table!” Jacob yells angrily. Emmett sighs and faces Jacob, crossing his arms cockily.

“Would you rather have had Jasper get to her, bite her, and turn her into one of us? Or would you rather her walk away alive with only a few stitches in her arm?” Emmett offers. Jacob sees his point right away and relaxes. He can’t read their minds like they can with him, but he can see Emmett is being sincere in his intentions.

“Thank you,” Jacob finally mutters, holding his hand out for Emmett. The buff vampire shakes his hand and backs away.

“I promise my intentions were good. I would obviously never want to hurt her, because I know what you wolves can do when someone hurts your imprint, but it was the best option.”

“I get it. And yeah. I may want to rip yours and Jasper’s heads off, but I’m glad she’s not one of you.” Emmett chuckles and pats your back one last time before heading back inside. Jacob helps you into his car as soon as he turns his back, and drives off within seconds.

“Did he say to change the dressing or anything?” Jacob asks as you two get ready for bed.

“He said I need to keep it on through the night, then I can take it off in the morning to clean it and redress it. He gave me some gauze to do so.”

You two finally crawl into Jacob’s bed, you laying on your left side, facing Jacob. He caresses your cheek then reaches for your injured left hand, which was resting by his face. His lips gently graze over your skin, his kisses ending just below the gauze wrapped around your index finger.

“We’re never going back over there,” he whispers. You giggle lightly and nod.

“What about Bella’s wedding? We’ll have to face them then?”

“We’ll go out of town that weekend. Sorry, but I don’t want you around Jasper anymore. Honestly I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from attacking him anyway. No one gets away with intending to hurt a wolf’s imprint.”

“He still struggles with being around human blood, Jake. At least be a little understanding.” He stares at you in confusion.

“No, I won’t. Emmett said it himself. If he wasn’t there, Jasper would’ve killed you and...I…I wouldn’t kn-know what to do,” he stumbles over his words, feeling the tears come again. “I can’t lose you, baby.”

“You won’t lose me, Jacob. I won’t go around them anymore, and we’ll go out of town for Bella’s wedding.”

“Good. She’ll be upset with me, but she’s not my problem anymore. You’re my entire world, and I want you to be safe. Being safe beats celebrating a wedding that is going to end up with her dead anyway.”

“If that’s what she wants, then let her. She’s their problem now, like you said.”

“Mhm. Anyway, enough about that. Get some sleep, okay?

“Alright. I love you too, Jake.”

“I’ll forever love you. Goodnight, my love.”

#jacob black #jacob black imagines #jacob black imagine #jacob black x reader #twilight #twilight wolf pack #the twilight saga #twilight new moon #twilight eclipse #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

[miekasa]

your dad!levi headcanons made my day. would you happen to have any thoughts about dad!eren?🥺

Unfortunately... I do 🤒🤒 he’d be such a determined but fun dad, like I don’t think he'd be completely lax, but he's not an authoritarian either, but he definitely butts heads with his kids when they get a little older and more rambunctious, and you gotta remind him to be patient with them because... because they're exactly how he was when he was 8 😭😭

He was stupid excited when he found out you were gonna have kids. Like, way more excited than you thought he’d be; you’ve maybe mentioned kids in passing or casually, and he was never negative about the prospect of them, but he had never shown this level of excitement before.

He gets even more excited when you find out you’re having twins. And then reality hits him that you’re having twins. That means two of them. At the same time. Yeah, he might have been excited about one, but two... the whole dad thing really kicks in right there. 

He has this period of time where he’s definitely still supporting you and being positive throughout your pregnancy, but then he’ll lay awake at night scared shitless of the fact that he’s gotta raise two kids. He starts freaking out so bad, Mikasa has to slap some sense into him. 

He’s losing it one night at her place, completely having a downward spiral of doubt and anxiety, going off about what ifs and how maybe you’d be better with someone else being a dad to them and Mika literally slaps him to shut him up. “You are going to be a dad to those kids, and you’re gonna be a good one, too, Eren. Nobody’s saying you won’t fuck up, but you’ll have help along the way.” 

He feels better after that (his cheek hurts like hell for two days tho), and the reassurance from Mikasa and you really does help, and he’s back on track to bouncing off the walls about having kids. 

Obsessed with the concept of baby clothes (“Babe, are they really gonna be this tiny??”), but he doesn’t understand the sizing of them. Is there really that big of a difference between four month olds and ten month olds?? He hasn’t grown that much in six months, why would they?? 

Don’t even get him started on baby shoes, he thinks those are completely ridiculous: “Their toes are gonna be the size of my pupils, why would we put shoes on them?? That’s dumb, we’ll just get those fuzzy socks to keep em warm when they’re cold, I don’t wanna squash their growing toes.” 

He cries when he holds them for the first time, because, they are, predictably, tiny. Tinier that he ever could have thought imaginable; he can hold is son and his daughter with one hand each and it’s an incredibly tender and heartwarming and humbling thing to him. 

He literally cried more than you throughout the whole delivery, too. He was a complete emotional wreck; happy and jittery one moment, anxious and nervous the next, crying no matter what, and yeah, he might have passed out once or twice, but don’t mention it. 

Gives the twins a “house tour” when you take them home from the hospital, narrating it every bit of the way. He holds them both to his chest, slowly parading around your house like, “And this is the kitchen, and this is the fridge where we keep your baby mush. It tastes bad, I tried it, but hopefully you’ll like it.” 

Your daughter looks like you, but also like Carla; and your son has damn near all of Eren’s features, and they both got his green eyes (lucky them). Eren is obsessed, and loves playing peek-a-boo with them. 

When his paternity leave is up, he figured he’d go back to work first and leave you at home with the kids to give you more time to rest and let your body have more time to adjust after giving birth. Half-way through his first day back, he calls out early under the pretenses of being sick because he misses you guys that much. 

He calls out sick for the remainder of the week too, and finally by Friday he sits down with you and is like, “I know we said I would go back to work first but I don’t think I can do it, babe. I wanna stay and hang out with them all day before they’re too big and have to go to school.”

And that, is essentially, how Eren comes to the conclusion that he wants to be a stay at home dad. It doesn’t surprise you, or anyone really, it was only a surprise to himself; but it was a surprise to him that nobody else was surprised. 

“What do you guys mean you ‘saw this coming?’” he questions you, Mikasa, and Armin sporadically, “I could have gone back to work if I wanted to!!” To which, you look around at his friends, before Armin finally speaks up, a slight roll to his eyes, “Eren, you can hardly leave them with me or Mikasa for two hours. How did you expect to make it through the work day.”

When they get a bit older, he’s the champ of playing games with them. Acts out the most dramatic “deaths” when he gets shot by a Nerf gun, becomes the most convincing doctor when playing fake hospital, and has learned a pretty damn impressive Mickey Mouse impression to entertain them. 

It’s your daughter that turns out to get most of Eren’s... determined personality. She might only be three years old, but she can argue with him as if she graduated from law school, and swears he never wins with her. How could he; it’s like arguing with himself, please they both stomp away and have to cool down after. 

They make up pretty quick tho, because Eren hates it when they’re mad in general, much less mad at him or you; and he sulks to you, borderline whining about how he doesn’t want her to hate him. You reassure him that she does not hate him, she’s just... feisty like he is. 

It’s her twin brother that consoles and calms her down, because he’s the more tame of the two. By the time Eren’s knocking on the door to their room to talk it out and apologize, she’s already knocked out, leaning up against her brother as they both take a nap. (It’s a sight that could bring him to tears, and he slowly closes the door and goes to cuddle up to you, while he waits for them to finish napping). 

He absolutely loves to lift them up, and even has they get bigger, he insists they’ll never be too big for him to hold them. Both he and the twins get a kick out of having them hang off his arms while he spins around in a circle like a little human sprinkler. 

Family picnics and/or beach days happen often, and more often than not, it ends up with Eren and the kids coercing (see: pulling) you to the water or to play with them.

By the end of the day, Eren’s laying on the blanket lazily eating a sandwich hich you’d packed earlier, with his son sat criss-cross on his stomach. He teases him by airplaining the sandwich near his mouth, only to take a bite of it himself after, because he adores the betrayed exclaimation of “Daddy! No fair!” Eren’s always sure to give him a bite for real after, and a little kiss on the head to make up for it. 

Your daughter sits in your lap, half-asleep, even tho moments before she was oh-so determined to play volleyball against her dad again (“And I’m gonna win, mommy, watch! Daddy’s tall, but I can win!”)

He lets them draw/color/paint on his back. He’ll just lay down on a blanket in the living room and let them go to town. Face painting, too, though that’s for when they’re a bit older; he learns the hard way that a two year old can have pretty rough hands. 

The complete and utter disappointment and betrayal in his eyes when he hears your son proclaim that he thinks Jean is “cool.” Eren has to take a lap, he can’t believe his own kin would say some shit like that. 

Your daughter loves Mikasa, thinks she’s the absolute best person in the world, and always asks if she can be the one to babysit. They both like Armin, too, but Armin’s gotta stay away from your son for a bit because for whatever reason, his blonde hair is very amusing to him, and the kid’s got a pretty strong grip. (“Stop bullying your Uncle Armin, it’s not his fault he’s blonde.”)

You often catch him doing push ups with either one or both of them on his back, and the kids fucking love it. They’re cheering him on, counting completely out of order about the amount of push-ups he’s done, and clapping every time he comes up again. It becomes his favorite workout. 

He swears they’re his best friends and his favorite people in the entire world. He does everything with them: getting the oil changed in his car, going to the store, picking up the mail. He just loves being around them and swears he’s gonna be the best dad for them. 

#anonymous #I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT I DONT!!!! #no no but his daughter IS him and he gets so frustrated and you gotta be like eren babe..... you cant boo her she is you #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot x reader

[chaoticforever]

End Of The Line | Yandere Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

A/N: Got a request for a Teacher Steve x student male reader. Reader is 18 and Steve is 22.

"C'mon dude. We have to leave now, especially if the Janitor comes in here." 

You stood up from your position on the floor as Michael pulled his pants up, zipping it up as he shook his head, rubbing your slightly hard member over the thick fabric of your pants. 

"Don't worry, he won't be coming back any time soon. 20 bucks is all he needed to let us use this room," He told you as he continued to rub his hands over the outline of your member, sucking on your neck, "Just relax for me, babe. You gave me a blowjob, so I want to return the favor. Please let me blow you. I'll make you feel good and I know you want it." He whispered in your ear. 

Ugh, you hated the way he made you feel because you did want it. Very bad. 

He unbuckled your belt and your senses came rushing back to you, causing you to back away from him as he pouted.

"Unfortunately, we can't." You insisted, buckling your belt back up and grabbing your bag, watching as he did the same, "You know that Principal Fury is waiting for a chance to bust us for skipping again, so we can get kicked out of school during our senior year. He's always hated us and wants us gone." 

"But he can't kick us out! Were seniors!" 

"Despite us being seniors, he still can," You sighed and Michael pouted very cutely, "Stop pouting so cutely, okay? We can finish what we started at my house. My parents will be out until pretty late." 

Michael grinned and planted a kiss on your lips, "Okay, I'll hold you to it." 

You rolled your eyes and took a note out of your pocket, handing it to him as he took it, looking confused, "That note will excuse you for being late for class. I forged your mom's signature and don't question how I did that." You added in, seeing the questioning look he sent you. 

Michael read over the note and he was amazed how much it looked like his mom's handwriting, "I have the coolest boyfriend in the world. Were gonna forge signatures more often." 

"Uh-huh, sure. Go to class now, Mikey."

You gave him a kiss and left the janitor's closet, heading to your first period. 

You opened the door and walked inside, "I'm sorry that I'm late, Mr. Evans, but-" You paused, finally seeing that the teacher was not Mr. Evans but someone else, "You're not Mr. Evans." 

The blonde teacher shook his head, "No, I'm Mr. Rogers. You're new teacher. Who are you and why are you late for class?" 

Oh fuck. Guess you had another strict teacher. Though, you found it a little strange that his eyes seemed to look over your form, and also seemed to be outright gawking at you. 

You placed the note that had your mom's signature on the desk and walked over to your seat, giving your friend your bag as he took it gracefully. 

"Sorry, for being late, sir. I had a doctors appointment." You sat down next to Matt and totally missed the way Mr. Rogers' whole body tensed at the word sir. 

"Yeah, and I bet this appointment involved having your dick examined." George Brockers said from the other side of the room, knowing where you really were.

Everyone in this class knew that you were in the Janitors closet with Michael.

Some of the class snickered along with George. 

"Yes. That's right, George. And while I was there I ran into your gynecologist, who told me to remind you to keep your vagina clean unless you want a foot up your ass." You responded without looking at him, as laughs and giggles filled the room and George stayed silent.

"Alright class, settle down! Get back to work now!" Mr. Rogers ordered sternly, as his baby blue eyes looked at... you? 

XXXXX XXXXX

Three months have passed since Mr. Rogers became your new teacher and he was...something. That's the right word for you blonde teacher. 

Strange is a word to describe him, too. 

For starters, he had decided to place you in the front seat of the classroom, away from Matt and Harry, despite you all being seniors and he seemed to stare  at you a lot which creeped you out. 

There's also the fact that he managed to show up wherever you were. At the restaurant where you worked and would sometimes stay until closing, somehow  he got to stand near you at the carnival when you were there with Michael, and that his arm seemed to graze over your arm when he tried to help you with work. 

When you brought it up to Michael, his only response was that you were just overreacting, and you may have been overreacting a little now that you thought about it, so you decided not to think about Mr. Rogers anymore and spend time with your boyfriend. 

You two spent some time together at the park, eating ice cream as Michael kept trying to steal some of yours, before deciding to head back to your place. 

Once you entered your house, the smell of food immediately entered your nostrils and you knew that your mom was cooking some tasty food. 

"Hey mom! I'm back and something smells really good. What are you cook-" 

You stopped midway and closed your mouth at seeing Mr. Rogers sitting on the couch with your mom and dad. 

Did you forget to mention that you and Mr. Rogers were neighbors, too? 

"What are you doing here, Mr. Rogers?" 

Mom stood up from her spot on the couch, "Steve has brought up some concerns about you and we would like to talk to you alone. Michael, I'm sorry you came here, but we really need to speak with our son alone. Can you leave now?"

"He doesn't need to leave. You can say what you have to say in front of him." You stated firmly, tightening your grip on his hand as your dad shook his head, standing up as well. 

"I don't want that son of a bitch corrupting my son anymore! Get out of my house, Michael!" Your Dad shouted. 

"Whoa! Dad don't shout-" 

"Don't tell me what I can do in my house, okay?" Dad exclaimed, turning to face Michael, "Now get out of my house!" 

Michael released your hand and walked towards without saying a word as you ran after him.  

"Wait Michael!" You called out after him, but he didn't stop walking. He walked out of your house and hopped into his car, taking off down the road. You sighed and walked back inside your house to face your parents, and your teacher, "Well, he's gone. Now talk." 

"Look son, we think it's best that you stop seeing Michael immediately."

"Why would I do that?" You questioned, "And why would you even ask me to do that when you know that I love him?" 

"Sweetie, we have noticed how different you've been acting lately and we know that Michael is the reason for it," Mom spoke up next, "Mr. Rogers has informed us about you skipping class, your grades dropping to a low percentage, and that you have been making out with Michael along with drinking alcohol."

You now turned to face Rogers, "Oh, so you're telling my parents about all the things I do now, huh? Do you do this with other students, or is it just me?" 

"I'm only expressing my concerns to your parents the same way I do with my other students as well," He told you, but you didn't believe him, "And if I'm being honest with you, Michael isn't the greatest of all guys to be with."

"Hmm, well good thing I didn't ask for your honesty on my relationship!" 

"Don't raise your voice at adults, Y/N!" Dad scolded, "Now, Mr. Rogers has a point. That boy has corrupted you. Changed you completely. And I'm not going to stand by and let this continue."  

"You know, I don't get y'all. Out of all people, I thought that you both would see that Michael is a good person, and makes me a better person. He makes me happy and I thought that would be enough for you guys to like him, but looks like I was wrong. Once again." 

You walked upstairs to your room, but not before shooting Steve a glare as you retreated to your room, ignoring your parents. You flopped on your bed angrily, as you closed your eyes. 

"That damn Rogers." You muttered angrily, as your eyes remained closed and soon you drifted off to sleep. 

XXXXX XXXXX

Steve stood inside your bedroom, watching as you slept. 

He managed to come in here by telling your parents that he had to use the bathroom along with trying to see if you would be okay with being tutored, and they agreed to his request. 

God, you looked so cute when you were sleeping, but you looked even hotter when you were upset which he loved watching you being angry downstairs. 

The blonde haired male had become obsessed with you ever since he saw you on his first day of school. 

He knew that it was wrong. 

You were his student and he was your teacher. Relationships between the two were forbidden. But you were both adults. He was only 22 years old, and you were 18. Only a four year difference. You were an angel. His angel. 

Steve unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans along with his boxers. 

He wrapped his hand around his cock, and stroked it slowly at first as images of you entered his mind. 

The blue eyed male imagined you bent over the counter as he plunged his dick into your juicy, delicious hole. Him dominating you, as you cried out his name, him stroking your cock. Or him plunging his finger into your tight hole, watching as he had you pinned under him, looking so helpless and desperate. 

All of those dirty thoughts ended up becoming filthier and filthier, causing Steve to pick up his pace. He strokes himself harder and faster, letting out a little moan. Luckily, that moan wasn't loud enough to wake you up. He guessed you were a deep sleeper. 

"Oh, Y/N..." He stroked his cock harder, thrusting becoming more rapid, heart rate increasing as his chest moved up and down. He reached his orgasm, "Mine." White come got all over your sheets and some of your body, as you face twitched slightly in response. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair,  pulling his pants and boxers up. 

He needed to leave for two reasons. 

To change his clothes, and get out of here before either you or your parents saw him in here. He left, but not before grabbing your dirty underwear in the hamper. He needed something of yours until he takes you for himself. He needs you now and he's going to have you. 

...By hook or by crook. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You blinked your eyes open after some time and sat up with a groan. The first thought running through your mind was, 'What the fuck is on my face?' 

You lifted your hand to touch your face and some sticky, white substance was on your face. What the fuck is this? 

When you looked down at your light blue sheets, you saw how it seemed to be drenched in something. 

Did you masturbate? No, you didn't. And you didn't have a wet dream cause you would have remembered it, and there's no way that it could have got on your face. 

Deciding not to dwell on this anymore, you went to your bathroom that was connected to your room and washed your face really good since you didn't know what the hell it was. 

Upon returning to your room, you peaked out your window to see that your parents car wasn't here. Good. You took your phone off the charger and called Michael. 

"Hey N/N." 

"Hey Michael. I'm so sorry for the way my parents acted towards you today." 

"Don't worry about it, love. It's okay." 

"But it's not okay. You've been nothing, but a good boyfriend to me and you didn't deserve any of that." 

"Seriously man, it's alright. Your parents were just being overprotective of you, and I understand where they're coming from." 

You smiled on the other side of the phone. You had the best boyfriend and also the toughest boyfriend ever. 

"Well, I'm really glad you're ok after all of that. And do you wanna pick me up and hang out today, or have you had enough of the L/N family for one day?" 

"I'll come pick you up and hopefully your parents aren't home because there is something I want to do to you that your parents wouldn't appreciate." 

You grinned, "Lucky for you, they aren't here right now and probably won't be for a while. Wow Michael, maybe you really are corrupting me. You're a bad boy." 

"Oh, I'm the baddest and I plan on corrupting you to the fullest," You both laughed and the sound of his laugh was so soothing to your ears, "I'll see you later, sweetcheeks." 

"I'll see you later, tree biscuit." 

You hung up the phone and placed it on the bed. You couldn't wait for him to get here. 

Until he arrives, you decide to watch TV and put on one of those Marvel movies. To be quite honest, you found it awfully strange how Mr. Rogers and your chemistry teacher, Mr. Stark looked a lot like the actors in the movie, Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. Almost identical. 

Weird right? 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You paused the movie midway when you got a text message on your phone. 

Open the door. ~Michael. 

Excitement fluttered through you like a drug and you ran downstairs, opening the door. You frowned, not seeing him anywhere, but his car was parked in front of your house, his dark windows made it impossible for you to see him through it. 

You made a mental note to talk to him about that. You went over to his car and opened the door, "C'mon Michael, let's-" You paused midway, finally getting a good look at your boyfriend and you screamed. 

His body was in the front seat of the car, blood covering most of his body with a knife jammed into his side. You checked his pulse and let out a little sigh of relief that he had a pulse. A fading pulse, but a pulse nonetheless. 

He could be okay. But you didn't understand who would do this to him, but you didn't have time to dwell on that because you'd have to hurry or he would die. 

You ran back inside and upstairs to get your phone, but it was gone. What? You left it on the bed. You were sure of it. 

Music suddenly started playing throughout your house and it was a song you knew all too well. This was you and Michael's song that you both listened to when he asked you out. 

You walked down the stairs cautiously, but not before grabbing the emergency knife you kept in your closet for safety reasons. 

"Hello Y/N," Steve's voice came from behind you, causing you to turn around. He stood there with flowers in his hand as he sent you a dashing smile, "I got you your favorite flowers and I know that this is your favorite song." 

"What are you doing in my house?!" You screamed, holding the knife in front of you defensively when you saw him take a step forward. 

"I'm here for you. I'm here to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Despite being my student, I know that you are the one for me. We are meant to be together. I know it. Will you go out with me?" He asked, taking another step forward. 

You shook your head and watched as his face morphed into anger real quick,  "No, you sick fuck!" 

You stabbed him in the thigh as he winced in pain. You ran to the door, but was yanked back into his chest with one hand as he dropped the flowers on the floor with his other hand and used it to take the knife out of his thigh, wincing. 

He turned you around to face him and gripped your arms possessively. 

"You are so damn lucky that I love you. Even when you stabbed me, I can't hate you. I love you too much. I killed Michael for us to be together and I'm not letting you leave me," He kissed you forcibly, sucking on your earlobe, "Can't wait to breed you. You're going to be a good boy for me and let me breed you like the good bitch you are. To suck on your cock will be a dream come true for me and I won't have to imagine myself with your dirty underwear I stolen from your room or the cameras I had installed here." 

Of course, it wouldn't actually work because you were two guys and couldn't have a child, but what made it hotter was the fact that you couldn't. 

He loved the feeling of having complete control over you right now. It brought him great joy since you now knew who was in charge here. 

"You're mine, Y/N. You're mine as much as I'm yours and as you know, I'll kill anyone who dares to take you away from me. It's gonna be me and you until the end of the line." 

XXXXX XXXXX

#avengers x reader #avengers x male reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x male reader #yandere steve rogers #yandere steve rogers x reader #yandere steve rogers x male reader #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x male reader #yandere marvel #yandere marvel x male reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert

[tenthgrove]

Can I request the one where La Squadra thought the reader was pregnant (when she just actually visited her kid) situation for Bruno's gang?

Mother Mother- Bucci Edition

Team Buccerati x Reader (Fem), Platonic, SFW

Bruno Buccerati is feeling restless. He's not one to pry, but your behaviour lately is starting to concern him. Leaving the base for hours without explanation is no cause for worry in itself, after all, you're not obliged to inform him of your whereabouts 24/7 and you're hardly the only one on the team who does this, but together with the ceaseless obsession with cutting your finances, the uncharacteristic melancholy and the jolt of panic whenever your personal circumstances become the topic of conversation all add up to a bad picture.

The final straw for Buccerati came today, in which while passing you idly on the sofa he caught sight of the word 'parenthood' printed on the title of the leaflet you were reading. He didn't see the rest of what it said, but your guilty smile at being caught spoke well enough for itself.

Buccerati truly does feel bad about this, but with how defensive you become at even the smallest sign of confrontation, he sees no other choice. As he watches you depart your bedroom and head into the bathroom, he waits quietly for the rush of water from the shower, before sneaking into your unlocked bedroom unnoticed.

He will make clear, he thinks to himself as he pilfers through the loose paper on your desk for that leaflet, that he is not angry. If it's what your heart is set on, he isn't even that opposed to the idea of you raising the baby yourself. The squad is decently paid and their work isn't as dangerous or all-consuming as some, so they can manage. He even feels a little bit of excitement at the thought of helping you with your offspring. He's only doing this because it can't be healthy for you to conceal your pregnancy like this. Children have always been such precious things to him.

A pink leaflet flits off of the desk and Buccerati picks up his prize. He reads the title in full.

"Parenthood for the Parents of Hospitalised Children: What Doctors Advise"

Ahh. Now that changes things. Buccerati feels his heart sink at the sight of the stock image of a mother and father standing over the bedside of a sickly-looking girl. He guiltily returns the leaflet to its former place and tries to reorganise the paper as he found it, before exiting quickly.

Having learned his lesson well about making assumptions on too little evidence, Buccerati sits down with his phone book. There's a fellow on one of the intel teams who owes him a small favour, and it's time he called on it.

“Hello, it’s Buccerati, could you do something for me quickly? I need you to check the records of all the hospitals in Naples that hospitalise chronically ill children, and take a look through the names of the patients in the children's ward," he requests. "There's a specific surname I'm after, hang on, I'll find it for you." Buccerati racks his brains. If there's one thing he's certain your being honest about it's your real name. He pulls it from his memories and relays it to his friend. "No, no need to take any action once you find them. Just let me know the details, particularly of the illness. Very well, thank you," he concludes the phone call and hangs up. He leans back in the seat and sighs.

He barely gets half an hour to rest before the phone rings.

"Oh hello, that was quick. Did you find them? That's excellent. What did the records say?"

The agent relays his findings. Matching the surname he gave him is a little girl about 5 years old, currently residing in the hospital closest to Buccerati's base. The child is suffering from a frightful condition that, although rarely fatal with treatment, can leave sufferers in need of constant medical care for months on end, along with more minor support for years after.

The most concerning thing about the records is that the agent was able to find visitation logs attached to the data, and they all speak of a single, anonymous visitor with recorded visits matching perfectly with the dates and times of your disappearances.

Buccerati thanks the agent and promises to wire him a little money for his quick and extensive help. Hanging up, he broods deeply. He cannot simply allow your suffering to continue if there's anything, anything at all he can do to help.

He is broken from his trance by the sounds of panicked footsteps running in from the hall. He catches sight of Mista and Narancia sneaking in from the hallway, and is struck by the immediate impression that they are by all definitions, up to no good.

"What's the matter you two? You seem startled," he presses them patiently. He is met with two loud sounds of 'uhhhh'.

"Nothing Buccerati, we swear it!" Narancia promises.

"Yeah! In fact, we were just going to the shops and were arguing over what to get!" Mista backs him up. Buccerati rolls his eyes and smiles.

"Alright. Not too much sugar, Narancia? We don't want to find you being sick in the bathroom at two in the morning again, do we?"

"It's not me you have to worry about doing that now," Narancia mutters under his breath.

"Pardon?" Buccerati asks, confused.

"Nothing! We should go now!"

The boys immediately make their exit out the front and disappear down the street. Bruno tuts. Sometimes he thinks he'll never understand that lot. He smiles.

As he replays the encounter in his head, it occurs to him what that strange item poking out of Mista's pocket was. The leaflet from (y/n)'s room. Shit.

"Mista? Narancia? I think we should have a word please!" Buccerati shouts down the entry street. But it's two late, they've both disappeared out of earshot. Buccerati throws his hands up in despair, and returns to his room.

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Abbacchio knows what he sees. Mista and Narancia go running down the street and about 20 second later, Buccerati goes out shouting. As Abbacchio watches Buccerati return to the house in defeat, he makes a decision. He's had enough of those kids and their petty little antics. If Buccerati doesn't have it in him to set them straight, he will.

"You look pressed," Fugo remarks as Abbacchio pushes past him in the corridor.

"None of your business. Mista and Narancia are up to no good and now I've got to go and find them," Abbacchio grunts.

"Narancia?! But he promised me he'd work on his assignments tonight! Little bastard, I'll kill him!" Fugo fumes.

"Will you now? Better keep up then," Abbacchio says, throwing on his coat.

It doesn't take them long at all to find Mista and Narancia. Indeed, they're cowering in the very first alleyway left of the house.

"We can explain," Narancia promises.

"I bet you can," Abbacchio mutters half-heartedly.

"Take a look at this!" Narancia urges them. He pulls a pink leaflet from Mista's pocket and rereads it himself. "It says 'parenthood'. We found it in (y/n)'s room. Does that mean she's pregnant?"

"Why in god's name were you snooping around in (y/n)'s room?" Abbacchio interrogates them.

"Furthermore Narancia, you can't read," Fugo adds.

"Well, for a start, Buccerati did it first. We just went in after him to see what it was he was looking for. Second, Mista read it for me, and he swears it says 'parenthood'. Isn't that right Mista?"

"Sure is," Mista affirms. "Look."

He flicks the leaflet in front of them and, sure enough, they all read the same word. Abbacchio and Fugo curse simultaneously.

"What the hell is their game, thinking they can hide something like this from us?" Abbacchio fumes. "Does Bruno think he's protecting her or something? He's a fool."

"If I may, Abbacchio, it is most uncharacteristic of you to speak ill of Signor Buccerati," a voice from behind protests. Abbacchio turns with a jolt to see Giorno standing at the entrance of the alleyway along with a very bewildered looking Trish. They each have a couple of shopping bags in their hands.

"Are you spying on me?!" Abbacchio shrieks.

"Not at all. I simply thought that going after dark would be a much safer time for Trish to do her shopping, so I was taking her out," Giorno explains. "I overheard your voices and came to investigate, but I really haven't heard much."

"(Y/n)'s pregnant and Buccerati's hiding it from us," Mista fills him in.

"Wait, I'm lost. Did Buccerati get her pregnant? Because if so, what in the actual hell?" Trish comments.

"Fucking christ. Could you imagine?" Narancia remarks. The group soon devolves into a mess of interrupted shouting.

"All of you quiet!" Abbacchio yells. He holds up his hands in desperation. "We are going to get to the bottom of this and we're going to do it now! We are going right home, and we are getting (y/n) to explain herself, whether she likes it or not. Agreed?"

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You had an awful eery feeling getting out that shower would be a mistake. The last thing you expected tonight was being hounded by your dear teammates while you're half dressed and wet haired, particularly on such an outlandish concept as pregnancy.

"Slow down! What the hell are you accusing me of again?"

"You're having a baby and you aren't even telling us! Do you have any idea how much those cost?" Trish accuses. You don't even have an answer for that one, it's just so completely wrong there's no way to refute it.

"We aren't looking to judge, we just want to help," Giorno assures you, though his voice is drowned out by the rest of the rabble.

"I don't need help, I'm not having a baby!" you protest. Narancia opens his mouth.

"But the leaflet says-"

"What on god's earth are the lot of you doing?" Bruno calls from the hallway. "Why are you all hounding (y/n) all of a sudden."

"You think we don't know what you know, Buccerati?" Abbacchio confronts him. "You're complicit in this. You're helping to hide this- baby!"

Buccerati breathes deeply.

"Ah. I believe I know what this is about. Mista, I want you to take that leaflet you found and read the front page out to me. In full."

Mista complies.

"Parenthood... for the Parents of Hospitalised Children. Oh."

"You made the same mistake I did," Buccerati explains. "You saw the first word and immediately jumped to your own conclusions. But in regards to the full title I have carried out some follow up and have confirmed it is exactly what it sounds like. (Y/n) has a young daughter who is unfortunately quite sick at present, and she has understandably been taking time off to be with her."

"You know about her?" you exclaim in panic.

"Apologies (y/n), I was acting only in concern for your health. It was admittedly due to my poor caution that the others found out and, well, it went from there."

"Look," you protest, thoughts spiralling into panic. "I didn't mean for you to know. You said I could do what I wanted with my money so I did. There- there was no other way I could afford to treat her," you justify, tears starting to leak from your eyes. "Please don't kick me out. I swear this doesn't affect my work, all I need is a few hours a week to check on her!"

You collapse against the door in tears. The crowd goes into a shocked silence. Buccerati pushes to the front.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to kick you out so don't worry," he promises. "I would never cut off a member of my squad like that, especially not when they have such a vulnerable dependent. We can talk about helping you with the money tomorrow, but now, let's get you calmed down okay?"

You nod through your tears. Buccerati guides you to your feet and leads you gently into the kitchen. The remaining group in the hall look at each other with pressed lips. Fugo takes the leaflet from Mista and reads through the front cover once more. He hits him.

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