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skzstannie · 5 months

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“We’d never want you to struggle alone”

SKZ-> ot8 x 9th member! reader

genre: angst wc: ~2100 cw: mentions of depression and death of family members, hatred for the holidays

Hi guys! Here’s my attempt at some Christmas/holiday angst. The fluffy Part 2 is posted and linked at the bottom of this post!

Feedback and likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated! I haven't got the chance to interact with too many people on here yet, so reach out if you'd like!

Happy scrolling!

"Hey guys, I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna head to bed. Chan Oppa, I'm gonna go lay down in your room until everyone's ready to go back to our dorm," you wave off their comments asking you to stay with them and make your way to the leader's bedroom.

It's December 20th, and the guys are all gathered around the television in the 3Racha/Hyunjin dorm, binge watching Christmas movies. During a normal year, you'd all be at your own homes with your families, cozying up to the fireplaces and drinking hot chocolate with your siblings. However, this was no normal year, and your comeback ran too close to the holidays, not allowing you nor the boys to go home for Christmas. Not that you particularly minded; you hated the holidays.

You imagine what you'd be doing at home right now, no doubt curled up in your bed with an exciting romance novel, listening to some dark academia playlist you'd found on YouTube.

But you're not home, you're stuck here with a bunch of Christmas-crazed dorks who have spent the last few weeks decorating your dorms full of all things Santa Claus. You've been managing to sneak away whenever any holiday-esque activities are taking place. You've not told them of your hatred towards the holidays, and you're not really planning to, either, not wanting to be the reason their fun-filled nights are ruined; they're already sad enough about not being able to head home for the holidays, the last thing you want to do is be a scrooge. So, you’ve resorted to humbly excusing yourself, busying yourself with your own activities when the occasion arises.

As you walk into Chan's room, you take notice of all the little trees he has decorating his room. Cute. You pick up the picture of his family he has resting on his nightstand beside his bed. You stare at his mom, dad, siblings, and grandparents smiling faces, feeling the familiarly unavoidable pit in your stomach form.

Your parents and one set of your grandparents passed away in a car wreck about five years ago, before you debuted with the guys. Your other grandparents, your mother's parents, passed away before you were born, never getting the opportunity to meet them. So, that left just you and your brother. Your brother, being a few years older than you, started his own family the summer after your parents passed. He has a beautiful wife and two children now, one boy and one girl. They got right to baby-making after they got married, so excited to start a family of their own. Unfortunately, that family never included you. You only know of their children because you’re mutuals with your sister-in-law on social media.

Your brother essentially ghosted you after his first child was born. You two were never the closest sibling duo, but you never expected him to completely drop you and ignore your existence. But he did, and that's just something you have learned to live with.

You were not in a healthy place after all this happened. You had no one to go to when your heart was breaking, grieving the loss of both your dead and alive family members. You put all your focus into the trainee program, all your sadness and anger towards the world into your dance and song. Chan eventually found you on that one fateful day that you deemed saved your life. You were at the lowest of your low, and you thought you had finally reached your breaking point, but then walked in Christopher Bang Chan, all smiles and laughter. He recruited you to be in his group as one of the first, right after Han. From then on, you had another reason to keep going, to keep fighting.

You've never told the guys this. You have always been a more reserved member, keeping all of your personal life out of the spotlight. While the boys never heard you talk much about your family, really only knowing you have a brother, they always thought that, when you went home for the holidays, you went home to a nice big house filled with love. They thought when you walked in the doors to your childhood home, you were welcomed in by your parents with opened arms, beckoning you in. They thought you spent your Christmas mornings opening nicely wrapped presents, followed by a home-cooked breakfast that'd be shared amongst your family.

They didn't know of the single bedroom apartment you called yours. They didn't know of the bareness that captured your living room, baren of all things Christmas and the lack of Christmas cookies and presents on Christmas Day. They didn't know you've always spent your holidays alone.

Honestly, you were completely fine with their assumptions. You didn't need nor want their pity. Your family was still an incredibly sensitive topic to you. Before their passing, you were so very close. You'd spent every holiday together, enjoying your time as a family, doing all the cliche things. You'd even gone caroling a few times, walking around your childhood neighborhood singing the classic Christmas songs off-key to your friendly neighbors.

Afraid you'd spiral, leading you right back to how you'd been before Chan found you, you never brought it up, and the boys never pushed you to talk about your family. They figured you were normal with a mom, dad, and a loving brother-so what's to talk about?

The holidays have never felt the same; you knew they wouldn't. So why try? Why go through the effort of making yourself a nice Christmas dinner, attending church on Christmas eve and waking up early Christmas morning, when you knew your parents wouldn't be there to greet you. When you knew your grandmother wouldn't be there to give you the biggest hug she could muster in her old age. When your grandfather wouldn't be there to give you a hearty pat on the back, his only true form of physical affection you'd ever experienced in all your years with him.

A quiet knock pulls you out of your thoughts, and in walks Felix with a glass of milk in hand. You quickly set down the picture frame you didn't realize you were still holding and give him a warm smile.

"Hey, what's up?" you ask him, taking the glass from him and sipping on the cold beverage.

"I just wanted to make sure you were feeling alright. You've been pretty distant for a couple weeks now. Is everything ok?"

You're a little caught off guard, this being the first time anyone's noticed your pulling back since the beginning of December. You honesty didn't even realize anyone was paying attention to you, all of them too caught up in the festive activities and excitement of the season.

"Yea, I mean, I'm fine. Just a bit of seasonal depression," you write off his concerns.

"I didn't know you had that," Felix ponders his thoughts for a minute, giving you a loving look. "Is there anything I can do to help? Have you always had seasonal depression?"

While looking into Felix's warm, brown eyes, you decide that keeping all these things from them all these years has been unfair. They're never afraid of sharing their personal struggles with you. You think back to all the times Han's came to you with anxiety, and how you've wanted nothing more than to take away all his worry and pain. How Seungmin's came to you with his insecurities, and you always hyping him up, calling him the most beautiful boy. If any of them had kept their struggling to themselves, it'd crush you. How dare they feel like they couldn't come to you? Why would they want to struggle alone?

You realize that these feelings are most definitely reciprocated by the guys. Now, feeling vulnerable after being left alone with your thoughts for so long, you have the dire urge to come clean about your family.

"Actually Felix, I've been struggling with this for quite some time now. Can you, maybe just, listen? I've never talked to anyone about this, but I want to now. I want you guys to know," you fiddle with your hands, sliding one of your rings on and off your finger.

"Of course! You can always talk to me. Go ahead, I'm listening." He grabs your hand, halting your fidgeting. You look up at him, take a deep breath, and let it all out. Everything you've been holding onto these last few years. It probably sounds like word vomit, all your feelings and hardships falling out of your mouth at lightning speed. You finish your rambling, and you finally have the courage to look up at his face again.

He's crying. Equipped with all the theatrics, the wobbly lip and rosy cheeks. You made Felix cry with all your problems. You reach up to his cheek, wiping a few of his falling tears.

"Ok, I think I'm done," you freeze as Felix also brings his index finger up to your cheek. You flinch when he pulls away, seeing the dampness of it.

You're crying, too. You didn't even realize. I mean, it makes sense. You just trauma dumped all of your troubles onto Felix, the world's most renowned empath, of course you'd be crying.

You guys sit in silence for a minute, before Felix's whimpers become audible. He's so visibly distraught, and your heart breaks even more just at the mere sight of him.

He launches himself at you, clinging to you so tightly you think your ribs may crack. He tackles you back onto the bed, resting on top of you.

"Why did you never tell us this?" his sobs wreck through his body, his arms trembling around you, "We could've helped you."

"I was scared," you wriggle one of your arms free of his embrace, using it to affectionately run your hand through his hair. Your sobs join together as one, both of you a mess. "I was scared you guys would pity me, or look at me less. I was scared that I'd spiral again if I talked about it."

"Well, we're here now, Jagiya." He sits up after a few minutes. His cries have quieted, and so have yours. "We aren't going to let you continue going through this alone, ya know. We are one, and if one of us is hurting, we're all hurting. Please don't keep things like this from us anymore." He begs, standing from the bed. He grabs your hand and pulls you up, making his way towards the door.

"Where are we going?" your voice shakes and you pull away from Felix, standing in the middle of Chan's room. You wrap your arms around your middle, feeling more exposed than you ever have before.

"You know we have to tell the rest of them. They deserve to know, too."

"Felix, I don't think I can tell the story again. Once was enough for a lifetime."

"OK, do you feel comfortable with me telling them? I'll tell them exactly what you told me, no more, no less, ok?"

You frantically nod your head, grateful for Felix's suggestion.

He blows you a playful kiss, no doubt trying to make you feel better, and he leaves to go to the living room. You take your seat back down on the side of the bed and wait patiently for Felix to finish.

You don't hear much for the next few minutes, but you're startled by the swinging open of the door, the handle cracking against Chan's poor wall. Han stands there, a dazed look on his face. His glassy eyes meet yours, and you shriek when he takes off, leaping onto the bed onto your small frame. He wraps you up in a big hug, squeezing the life out of you.

"We love you, and we'd never want you to struggle alone. We're in this life together."

One by one, the rest of the guys make their way into the room onto the bed. We're haphazardly thrown into a cuddle pile of sorts. A cuddle pile filled with the love and adoration you've been missing during the holidays.

You all lay in each other's arms, and you feel incredibly comfortable and safe. Chan's the first to break the silence, "We have five days left until Christmas. What do you say we make some new Christmas traditions? We don't want to replace what you used to have, and you’re entitled to spend your Christmas season as you'd like. But, if you'll let us, we’ll give you something to look forward to about the holidays again. Please?" The guys are all looking at you now, each of them displaying a face that could rival a sad puppy.

You realize now that there's nothing to be scared of. These are your best friends you're talking about, who want nothing but to shower you in love and happiness.

"I'd love that."

Part 2

#stray kids #skz #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz oneshots #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz angst #stray kids angst #skz 9th member #stray kids ninth member #stray kids 9th member #skz ninth member #part 1/2

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pactw · 1 year

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i do think a huge part of what makes slimeriana on the qsmp so charming is that both of them manage to give off extreme "one of us got pregnant way too young after a one night stand but instead of terminating it we chose to get married, and now we are the parents of a kindergartener despite still being basically kids ourselves" vibes. like, the easter vod, for example:

barely a minute into slime arriving they start arguing about who's taking care of the kid more. slime was late because he was doing an easter egg hunt. mariana keeps dragging her to parties with his friends; he thinks it's fun even though she's, like, five and should be watching spongebob not watching her tíos do lines. her birthday present was a lighter. literally all she eats is toast. her parents tried to make her pick between them "like the dog from Air Bud."

she wrote the word "sad" and slime 'n mariana dropped the making-her-choose thing instantly, as though they hadn't even realised what a terrible thing that is to do to your daughter. they left her alone on the front lawn and went upstairs to have sexo on a futon on the bare-ass wood floor because mariana doesn't even have a fucking bedframe. mariana has a tiger skin rug and a secret room hidden behind a painting, but no fucking bed or roof. meanwhile slime is still squatting rent-free at the abandoned apartments where a bomb went off.

like, these are the parents who show up at the PTA meeting in ill-fitting suits, clearly hungover, and with exactly none of the paperwork they need. but the other parents aren't even angry at them, they're just so deeply, deeply worried about them (and moreover, flippa). slimeriana are two ~20y/o dirt-poor emotional wrecks with next to zero adult life experience and a mountain of mutually unresolved issues. god. they loved each other in their own ways, they tried their clumsy best, but it would have taken a miracle for flippa to make it out alive.

#do you guys get what i mean #slimeriana #qsmp #juanaflippa #i'm aware they're arguing for Funny Bit reasons but too bad!!! i'm Analyzing Them.#slimecicle #el mariana

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mochinomnoms · 4 months

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Bruh if Jade does manage to knock Yuu up with Irish twins after normal ones how done do you think Ace and Deuce will be. "Oh yeah sure we'll watch the kids this weekend for you!"

"I swear to the seven if you come back with any more."

-Yuri

Yuriiii, your brain is so big omgggg

First off, major kudos to Deuce and Ace if they have their lives together enough that Yuu and Jade trust them to babysit, lmao. Those boys are a train wreck, but we love them anyways!

They're happy for Yuu during their first pregnancy, all their friends are, and they're not surprised that they got twins on the first try. As Yuu's closest friends, Ace is a fun uncle and Deuce rather doting, and both become the twins' godparents shortly after their birth. Jade does ask that Ace please stop from making “The Godfather” jokes, they're not funny.

It's three weeks after the twins are born that Ace and Deuce come by to the shared cottage to watch the kiddos, while Jade takes Yuu out to a nice hot spring to relax and recuperate. At least, that was the original plan; but Jade suddenly remembered the little promise they made him before they first got pregnant, and the two have a little more fun at the springs for a few hours before returning home. But the two uncles are never the wiser and head off. So imagine their, and everyone else's surprise, when Yuu and Jade announce two weeks later that they're expecting. Again. Already.

Yuu deals with a few angry phone calls from their pseudo parents, Crewel and the school nurse, yelling at them about using protection. Crewel very specifically compared them both to rabbits, and begged that you don't let Jade touch you again for at least 3 months after this next birth. No one is surprised when you have another set of twins, just mildly concerned. Same as last time, Yuu gives birth to their twins (miraculously) with no major issues. The doctors do have them stay on bedrest for an extra week, just to keep an eye out for any complications. Jade's beaming with happiness, the now 10-month-old twins babbling happily over their new siblings.

Once Yuu and the twins are able to go home, Jade's parents asked for a quick visit with the new babies. Good uncles/godparents they are, Ace and Deuce babysit the older twins again.

As Yuu is leaving the house with Jade, each carrying one of the newborns, Ace is grabbing them by the arm and giving them a stern glare.

“Please, for the love of the Red Queen, do NOT get frisky with him. You do not, I repeat, do NOT need another set of twins for at least another year. I cannot mentally handle babysitting two pairs of babies. The D cannot be that good, man.”

Yuu laughed as Ace whispered that last part to them, waving him off as they promised to not have any more surprises. Jade hears, of course. So is it a surprise when he very much uses his parents as an excuse to take them away and see if they can try for triplets this time.

(For Yuu's sake, and Crewel's mental sanity, let's hope that it doesn't take this time… or do! Maybe Yuu's into that, hehe~)

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #suggestive #mochi your breeding kink is showing through you need to relax #anyways yuu might want to consider holding Jade back with a ten foot pole #hes too pretty and annoying to say no too and their body needs a break #anyways #potential ptm epilogue? haha kidding (unless...)#yuri as anon

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gender-trash · 4 months

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(i am seriously late in posting about this due to The Problems BUT whatever! its here now!!)

somewhere around late november 2022, i asked my dad "hey are there any out of print technical books you'd like a reprint of for christmas?"

he linked me to a dubious black-and-white pdf of Foundations of Mechanical Accuracy. now, i wound up checking out a copy through link+, and the original edition is a really nicely put together book! the chapters are themed around various types of measurements (length, angle, etc), and they all have these cute little diagrams which the endpapers reuse in a lil repeating pattern... the image captions are done in this really lovely dark red that did not scan for SHIT... tons and tons of diagrams and illustrations and images (both color and b&w)... just, all around, a fucking nice book!! (see also @morrak's post about it here.)

and that made me feel kind of bad about the crappiness of the pdf, which is where the Problems began. i used my phone to take pictures of all the photos and color diagrams in the original and went about replacing them in the pdf, using what turned out to be the world's worst pdf editing software (i also got through replacing all the image captions in chapter 1 of 5 before my dad convinced me to give up). i did NOT finish the pdf editing before christmas 2022 (i was going somewhat off the deep end, because both my housemates were away visiting family and i had zero external structure in my life so it was just me and my cat and this stupid FUCKING pdf wrecking my sleep schedule together); i poked away at it for most of the rest of my time off and then got so goddamn sick of it i put the project away for months. "it'll be a birthday gift instead", i said optimistically (my dad's birthday is in april! it should have been enough time!)

gentle readers, i did not finish the pdf editing by april. mostly because it was such a miserable slog that i put it off until the last possible moment and then tried to make up for it with another death march.

hating both myself and the project again, i decided i was Not going to let myself typeset Anything Else before it was done, and then took a break to bind my immortal (using the renegade publishing typeset! i didn't do any typesetting!!). SURELY, i said, i can finish this in time for christmas 2023.

i'm sure you know where this is going.

in my defense i DID finish the pdf editing by christmas, despite first doing every other possible procrastination project (including a second edition of the little second century warlord book), because by this point my dad had managed to convince me to lower my standards. on the evening of the 22nd i kicked off the print job and said to myself "this will finish printing overnight and then tomorrow i can work on sewing the textblock!"

late on the 23rd, after lots of babysitting and using at least one cartridge of every color ink in my printer, the print job was finally done. (my sweet and lovely cat wants SO BADLY to hunt and stalk the printer while it is printing -- more specifically, the printed pages, i think because they tend to make noise and move and then STOP moving. for this reason, the printer is kept in the craft room, because the cat can be shut out of the craft room and thus prevented from chewing on the pages when i have an all-day book printing job going. unfortunately the craft room was also being pressed into service as a guest room at the time so 80% of the floor space was consumed by an air mattress which i had to repeatedly trip over in order to reach the printer and replace the ink cartridges.)

then i went to my parents' house on the 24th and 25th and apologized to my dad (again) for not having the book finished. but this worked out well because we finished putting together my awesome new book clamp:

(the feet still aren't done being painted so they're just dry-fit on for now but you can still clamp books in it and that's what matters!!)

i came home, sewed the textblock (french link stitch over four linen tapes, with sewn endbands made of variegated embroidery floss over linen cord, and kozo paper glued over the spine)

... and promptly realized i SHOULD HAVE PUT IN MORE OF A GUTTER because some of the text was getting reeeeeeal close to the spine. "it's fine!" i said. "i just have to make sure it lays flat!! what better time than to try out K118 binding, a technique i have literally never done before and which people on the bookbinding discord notoriously have a hard time pulling off first try! i even have tyvek tape for it!"

so it turns out that tyvek tape isn't actually tyvek with glue on it, it's tape FOR attaching pieces of tyvek TO EACH OTHER, which maybe i could have guessed if i'd done even the slightest amount of research or planning. at this point i think it was the 27th and i was still angling to get this thing done by new year's, so no time to order Actual Tyvek.

fortunately, i had ALSO received An Package in the mail with yarn for a totally unrelated knitting project... shipped in a tyvek envelope.

i peeled all the shipping labels and stickers off my tyvek envelope, cut that shit up, and glued it on there.

and THEN it was time for gluing on covers, which i thought was going to be easy because i had actually thought ahead and ordered materials (specifically acid-free museum board), except when i cracked open the box of museum board i decided i Didn't Like It because the surface was too soft and easily dented, so i glued onto it the too-thin board material i'd previously been using (so that the cardboard goes on the outside of the book). this worked super well (the cardboard stuff has a tendency to curl up from the glue moisture, but the museum board doesn't!) and i'll probably use it on other stuff in the future.

i thought the blue bookcloth i used was kind of boring but i showed my dad the available cloth options and he really liked it, so... what do you know? i cut the piece i used on the back cover very slightly too short but it wound up being covered by the leather, so you can barely tell.

and the leather... a scrap just baaaaarely big enough from my bag of leather scraps from discount fabrics... and this the first time i'd ever attempted to put leather on a book... AND YET the only complaint i have is that i didn't manage to put an even amount on the front and back. it's reasonably square and straight!! amazing!!

i am super super happy with how this project came out (especially given the number of problems i encountered) and oh my god check out how much the spine bends

AND, AS A NEW YEAR'S PRESENT, I FINALLY MANAGED TO GIVE IT TO MY DAD

#and promptly got sick after i got home from my parents' house.#which is part of why this post was so long delayed #the trashcan speaks #devil venerable also wants to exploit the memoir class for evil purposes #bookbinding

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wandixx · 10 months

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I just realized that there is literally zero fanfics with Danny Fenton/M'gann M'orzz pairing and idk, am I the only one who see nearly endless potential in it?

I don't know how they met but they're probably pretty fast friends.

With Danny being space nerd, he would ask M'gann all the questions about Mars. At the same time, from what little I know about Miss Martian, she is "Earth nerd" and would ask him all the questions about Earth and what normal teenage life is like, because YL team is not the best study case. Like, only Wally and maybe Artemis (I don't know a thing about her other than 'snarky/blunt archer') had normal human life. He is happy to answer, introducing her to his semi normal life before accident.

They exchanged stories about stars from their respective homes.

Just imagine, Danny binge watching "Hello Megan" just to know what she is talking about and it's not his thing, really, but he learnt to enjoy it because he associated it with M'gann (we can have Jazz being fan too and feeling 'betrayed' because she tried to strongarm her brother to watch it for years and all it took was to cute alien girl to mention it and he is pulling all nighters).

Just imagine, M'gann asking one of her teammates (probably Robin) to teach her to play Doomed, so she can play with her halfa friend and his friends and not ask about every controller. They don't really mind her being newbie but sudden progress doesn't go unnoticed or unpraised.

Everlasting trio inviting her to Nasty Burger every once in a while to talk about random, not hero related things.

Rest of the YJ may not even know about Phantom. They just know about this Danny, M'gann's totally civilian friend, who likes milkshakes and video games.

They share their stories and tips about heroing and powers they have similar. Mostly M'gann shares things she learnt from her uncle or in Mountain because let's be honest, self taught is rarely better than someone with proper mentoring. She for sure helps with ghosts if they attack during her visit, even if Danny tries to shield her from it. "I'm supposed to be your civilian friend, am I not?"

She definitely does what she can to help with his hero PR. She may or may not accidentally convinced rest of the Team she has celebrity crush on underappreciated ghost hero from the middle of the nowhere. They help her, spamming all negative news reports with praises for Phantom from both hero and civilian accounts. It caused some mess, Justice League had questions but Danny was happy so it doesn't matter.

If we go with ghost being super emphatic we can have Danny overwhelmed by everyone's feelings (honest hate his parents have towards his hero persona, confliction of towns people, concern of his friends, excitement of Casper students idk, EVERYTHING) and M'gann helps him overcome it. Later both of them being there for eachother when everything was just too much. Y'know just this mutual understanding that nobody else can really give them.

Maybe some communication troubles because M'gann prefers telepathy and Danny does not like it in a slightest (Freakshow flashbacks or something) but tries to accommodate. Or M'gann doesn't even try because idk, one of telepathy rules is "don't read thoughts of dying person unless they project it to you" and she feels it goes for dead (even if only halfway) too.

They're just vibing with eachother.

Then there is ghost attack outside Amity and Team is send to deal with it. M'gann is surprisingly competent at dealing with everything ghost does while evacuating civilians while someone magic competent is called. Suddenly she stops, gets her phone and makes a call:

"Hey Danny, do you have a moment?" whole team is too shocked to react, because in the love of whatever they believe in, why is Megan calling her civilian friend in the middle of the battle with unknown entity. "It's [insert whatever ghost you want] wrecking havoc. Can you come by at take them to the zone? I don't have thermos on me right now. Thank you."

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Que Danny flying top speed to wherever she is, fights a ghost and contains them. Que someone (maybe Wally) being like:

"When did you wanted to tell us that your civilian friend is a hero?"

M'gann honest to god forgot that Team thought Danny was a civilian.

"I worked quite hard to drag her into as little of my Phantom bullshit as I could. I am proud of being a civilian friend, thank you very much"

They all came in contact together after that.

Martian Manhunter tried to give Fenton a shovel talk but boy was too excited to meet his favourite hero and to focused on not making fool of himself to be actually scared or something. He deals with Skulker on a regular basis anyway, there are very few threats that could actually scare him.

Team members also tried to shovel talk him, just in case. They all failed for one reason or another

Or maybe Danny is already YJ member. Everything above can still happen just without ghost attack. Danny can have issues with Zeta Tubes though. That's a good stuff.

There can be a drama of "I'm your friend only because I'm alien/semi normal, am I not?"

Or we can go with space obsessed Danny going full Vlad on cute alien girl. Y'know, because "that's a halfa thing to do". M'gann is not into that. I'm not really excited about this take but that's a possibility too.

Use it as you will. Just please someone write it

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #no other fandom tags to not iritate people in either fandom who aren't into dp x dc stuff #just let them vibe #danny fenton/m'gann m'orzz #they could be so cute together #danny's reveal to yj could be something like:#M'gann: shapeshifts into her civilian disguise #Danny: oh I can do that too #and then shifts into his human form #que everyone is shocked #everyone other than m'gann #she knew #Wally: Why are ghosts Martians on steroids?#i definitely don't have around 1000 if no more words of Danny comforting M'gann after she saw civilian die in car crash she couldn't prevent #he found a ghost and dragged them and all that jazz just give his friend a closure #but he was really sus about it so uncle J'onn does not approve #“M'gann what are martian funeral traditions?”#that's the question that started this whole mess #I know nearly nothing about dc martians so it probably doesn't make to much sense canon wise #that's the reason why i won't post it #probably #maybe I'll get myself to do research and edit what I have to fit #who knows #do i tag correctly?#idk how to tag

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heretherebedork · 8 months

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Again and again and again Boston and Ray are parallels because they're both rich young men who don't see their own future. But their reactions to that and their family dynamics are so, so different and it shaped them so, so differently.

Boston's father obviously loves him and wants to be proud of him and might be talking about sending him to America but also wants to know what he's doing and Boston wants to protect his father, to make sure that his career is safe, because he does care about his father.

Ray's father talks about the cost of the car and the time it takes to care for him without ever asking if he's okay and Ray calls him out on not caring and tells him to throw him away, to throw Ray out with the trash and leave him and stop caring because he's nothing but a burden.

Boston seeks out his friends to try to talk about what happened. Ray avoids telling any of them he was in a drunk driving wreck. Boston is certain that he'll be forgiven. Ray never expected them to care again.

They are twisted reflections both of each other and of their parents and the more we see of them and their dynamics the more the show shows us their similarities.

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radiance1 · 1 year

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Danny and Vlad are now mythical creatures.

They don't know exactly how- their bets are on Desiree. Which mean someone in Amity Park had to wish for this to happen.

Except it extended to the whole of Amity park, and not just them. Danny became a dragon, while Vlad became a phoenix and not those small ones, but he's a very big one.

Like, bigger than a person big.

Everyone can switch between from a creature back to their human selves, with the catch being that some of their beastly instincts and traits carry over into their human side.

Anywho.

Danny is just minding his own business, resting in dragon form in the deepest part of the Far Frozen, until a phoenix busts through and interrupts his haze, fire blazing behind him and hits him with.

"Pariah Dark is missing."

And if that didn't wake Danny up faster than one of his parents inventions exploding then he doesn't know what would.

So they go to his abandoned castle, see the coffin missing, proceed to freak out for a few minutes, then remember that Clockwork exists and races over to his lair, leaving a trail of ice and fire in their wake.

Clockwork tells them that Pariah Dark was summoned to another dimension.

"Ghost King he is no more, but powerful ghost he still is."

So now they have to jump to different dimensions to try and find Pariah Dark before something goes down.

Meanwhile with Pariah Dark:

The 10 year old sitting at the edge of the summoning circle staring at the Sarcophagus that just appeared in stunned silence.

Also said child walking forward and poking at it curiously.

Also said child when he summoned something in his parents basement from a really old book he found not expecting it to work but it did: Neat.

The kid then opens the Sarcophagus, found it stupid easy, and then what is obviously a groggy giant man pulls himself out of it.

So he obviously dragged him upstairs and sat him down on the couch.

Meanwhile with Danny and Vlad:

Both of them are going through portals looking for the ex-ghost king, landed in some medieval dimensions, accidently became legends based on sightings alone, landed in some present day dimensions, alarmed their governments.

Yet none of them contained were wrecked and enslaved by Pariah Dark, nor was there even any signs of him.

they spent a few years looking in different dimensions, then they felt a tug about someone summoning them, not just one of them, but both.

Probably didn't get the memo about a new king.

Meanwhile with Pariah Dark:

Showing pictures of the kid who summoned him to other aunties and gossiping about the new gangs and drama in Gotham.

Meanwhile with Vlad and Danny:

Looking at the stunned faces of cultists as they stand menacingly in their mythical creature forms, just staring done at them as if they were mere ants.

In reality they just want this over and done with so they can go back to finding Pariah Dark and finally call it a day.

They're waiting for the cultists to finally speak and tell them what they want, only for them to be interrupted by people in colorful spandex who beat up the cultists.

Did they stay after that?

Nope.

They left the summoning circle to look for Pariah if he has any chance of being in this one.

They also went intangible to avoid them if they decided to chase after them, Vlad went one way and Danny the other.

#Dp x Dc #Dp x Dc crossover #Half kings Danny and Vlad au #danny pantom #vlad plasmius #Pariah Dark #He became an auntie after losing the Ring of Rage and being summoned by a 10 year old #And he became the best auntie he could be #If him being an ex tyrant who enslaved worlds taught him anything #Is that he can do a lot of things if he put his mind to it #If Gotham ain't clue u in #Well #Hint hint the kid is rich and his parents are absent most of the time #Yea I know that probably ain't narrow it down that much but there's a lot of absent parents in Gotham probably

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lunareiitic · 2 months

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HSR 2.1 SPOILERS AHEAD BE WARNED.

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Okay now that everyone who hasn't caught up has left: let's talk framing of the IPC.

When Topaz released, a lot of you were ragebaiting and telling people you hoped their jobs exploited them when people were like "oh I like her as character." Notably, I personally haven't seen that kind of ragebaiting with Aventurine's backstory and the answer isn't just misogyny, but it is related to how little some of you pay attention.

Topaz and Aventurine are peers, and are clearly juxtaposed as two sides of the same coin. While Aventurine was a literal slave, his people wiped out Aventurine eventually gambling his way into the IPC to become a Stoneheart, his backstory doesn't actually differ that much from Topaz's. Remember: both of these characters are antagonists to our Crew when the audience learns their histories.

Topaz lost everything to the IPC. She's a kind of scary career woman nowadays, but you have to remember that her world was on the brink of collapse and her world's leaders sold their entire population to the IPC. While Topaz may come across as more well adjusted than Aventurine is, the IPC's main strategy is putting their victims in a position where they can't reasonably refuse. It's why Aventurine is such a good lapdog of theirs: since he's willing to bet everything in order to win. He's adept at playing desperate and risky. A lot of discussion of Topaz's character misses this coercion aspect of her backstory because of how it's framed.

The Topaz Interlude is less focused on Topaz herself and more on showcasing the dark side of the IPC. Topaz herself is put in a murky light: friend, foe, and unlikely ally all in one. Her arc in that interlude puts the theme in neon lights "IPC bad, they're solutions aren't necessary if people work together" and Topaz as the "villain" is then "Defeated" and she withdraws and takes the L, leading to her arrival in 2.1 alongside Jade for Aventurine's plan.

Arguably, Aventurine is worse than Topaz in a lot of day-to-day regards: he doesn't have Topaz's sense of compassion and desperate desire to do good, he's openly lying to the cast and doesn't care particularly about their safety, and is actively trying to put Penacony back in the hands of the IPC so they can turn it back into an interstellar prison. (We don't have time to explain why Prisons Are Bad. Go listen to Angela Davis and get back here.) His goals don't feel as evil because of several factors: the first being that HSR knows he has a tragic backstory and is milking it for all that it's worth. Dead parents? Dead sister? Dead culture? Enslavement leading to indentured servitude leading to a deathwish? They give him the game's first perspective shift so you're even more willing to empathize and sympathize with him and his plight, something they'd never do for Topaz, a character whose morality is considerably more conflicted and put on the spot.

Penacony is also a much darker locale than Belobog: when Topaz arrives on Jarilo-VI, we've already solved all of their conflicts (theoretically. we're trusting that bronya can fix all of the shit her mother wrecked), so Topaz arriving is a unifying force of characters we already know an like. Penacony is a lot darker, and you're already primed to distrust and dislike them since they're well. The Family. People who might be just as bad as the IPC. This creates a weird moral flip in the eyes of the audience if you're not paying enough attention: the plot isn't "Penacony bad, therefore IPC good now" it's pretty clearly "Penacony bad, IPC possibly even worse" and the fact that Aventurine has set them up to win should send shivers up the spines of the viewers. Does the Dreamscape deserve to exist? If the IPC gets their way, it won't matter what the answer is. And Aventurine has gone all in to make sure it's so.

#hsr #aventurine #ipc #topaz #you can totally say that topaz didn't get any fo this but aven did because he's a man btw. but I'm showcasing the story structures they use #to get you to that point: which if Topaz had gotten as well she'd be a considerably more sympathetic character and fan reaction-#-might have been less extreme

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atopvisenyashill · 2 months

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Do you… do you maybe want to share the nedcat sex headcanons?

alsdfj i got you anon

so emotional/timeline wise my headcanons are-

Ned actually knows a lot about sex because he grew up with Brandon and Robert in his ear talking about the women they'd been fucking but he sticks to missionary until after Sansa is born because he doesn't want Cat to think he's a man slut, he canNot get hard if he's thinking about Brandon or anything Brandon ever said to him even a little, and he's also like 75% sure they were just straight up lying to him.

Ned doesn't want to pressure her because he's unsure how long it takes to recover from birth and he's worried she hates him so he awkwardly asks if the birth was hard, how she's feeling, and Catelyn realizes he's asking if she's cleared to fuck and she's just like "yeah I'll come to your room tonight if you want" but Ned is like "no no i'll come to you!!" so the first few years, they're doing all their fucking in her room instead of his.

With the three year gap between Robb and Sansa, I think the first year or so the two of them are barely fucking. There's barely an eye contact because Catelyn still thinks he's mid and he always looks so serious and Ned keeps thinking about Brandon, going soft, and getting embarrassed (i'm an expert on grief and sexual dysfunction bro trust me on this) (i'm being serious here i got a lot of dead family members)

The crying incident happens like a month after the Ashara incident. Ned doesn't skip their Scheduled Sex Day, but the bruise he left takes forever to fade away and they're both really aware of it when they're fucking and he can't like, apologize even though he feels like the biggest asshole and she can't be mad at him because that's not how Proper Wives act, so it's just a lot of no eye contact sex until he's crying into her hair and trying to hide it. Catelyn feels so weird about it because she's like "he's crying over Ashara he hates me he wanted to marry her instead of me and we'll never be happy" but she's also Elder Sister Extreme so his crying makes her start playing with his hair, and then they're sad making out and both crying and he goes soft and they're both laughing at how deeply stupid they're being.

He comes to her room the next night to apologize for being a fucking wreck and then when they're banging - and it's going really well - he suggests she get on top and she's like...I can do that? Hell yes she can and it's real good.

They start fucking more spontaneously, with her dropping hints outside of Scheduled Sex Days that he could drop by if he wants, and Ned awkwardly asking if he can come by on other days, but before they really find a groove she's pregnant with Sansa and he's like "if we fuck it'll hurt the baby" but he notices Cat is clearly feeling some type of way about the fact that they stopped having sex and this is when Ned goes down on her for the first time.

Literally the moment she's cleared they start having sex again. I love that scene in the show where Ros says he rang all the bells in Winter's Town for a week after Sansa was born, because I just love the idea that Cat is feeling slightly bummed that this one came out with red hair and a girl at that (she wants a daughter eventually but what she wants is a son that looks like Ned) but Ned is so jazzed about being here for this birth and getting to hold Sansa when she's still a newborn and the birth was easy so they're both healthy, and keeps stopping random servants to be like "look at my baby i made this!!" that Cat just completely falls in love and is dropping hints about him visiting her rooms whenever he wants and Ned loves affection so. It's so good none of the kids are old enough to be scarred by how often their parents fuck yet.

Sometime after Arya is born and he's back from the Greyjoy Rebellion, they start getting super adventurous. He's going down on her in the godswood. She's going down on him in the middle of the day in his solar. One time she wears an old dress that's a lil too tight across the chest and he mumbles about visiting her later and she's just like you know what fuck it and they do it in a random room. He feels her up one time in the Sept but she's like i canNot do this with the Seven watching so he drags her to his room and it's not even lunchtime. They get ass over tits drunk at an Umber wedding and bang (really quickly and not very quietly) in a random hallway. Robb sees like the corner of Ned's ass one (1) time when they're fucking in the godswood and they calm down a little bit because Robb spends the rest of the month sullenly glaring at Ned while Jon is clearly trying to become one with whatever floor he's standing on because Robb obviously squealed immediately.

They start fucking in his room before Bran is born and she starts sleeping in there sometimes when they get tired out lmao. As they age, they gotta limber up a lil bit but that just means Ned has has an excuse to "massage" her aka feel her up. She will do that thing where she'll lightly massage his shoulders in public but it always gets him a lil rowdy (in an affectionate, loving way) and it makes Theon cackle and it makes Robb want to die and Jory is always saying he hopes he's happy like that with his wife while Robb is begging him to shut the fuck up.

Ned would never grab her ass in public but he definitely checks her out with zero shame in front of the gods and everyone because the pregnancies gave her a huge ass and sometimes Arya will narrow her eyes at him because she doesn't know what the fuck he's staring at but she knows it's inappropriate and then Ned feels guilty for being horny in front of his kids.

specific "what are they doing in bed" stuff-

most of the weird shit they get into is curiosity. neither of them is ever trying to be sexy (he doesn't want to pressure her, proper ladies don't enjoy they endure, etc) but she is naturally curious and they find each other so completely sexy that they just want to try everything to see how it feels.

they get into orgasm denial (for her). starts out as just like, they're unsure of what to do, he's fairly certain Robert was making up all that stuff about his girls screaming in ecstasy but once they find a groove, Ned finds he really enjoys like, methodically edging her until she's tearing her own hair out and then getting really rough, and it becomes a game to see how close he can get her without pushing her over, how long she can stay on the edge without going over, and then snowballs into how long they can fuck ~just for him~ until she's like, inconsolable. this is mostly because ~proper ladies don't ask for it~ right so Catelyn is always framing her own sexual desire as I'm Sure You Have Needs My Lord so Ned becomes determined to make her admit that she really wants him.

He goes down on her literally all the time. Man dreams about eating the pussy every night.

obviously Ned has a canon breeding kink a mile wide but that's because when they're fucking Catelyn is talking to him about making another son. she picked that up from a Manderly wedding they went to. she doesn't go down on him as often because he's like no it goes Inside You Cat and it's the most hilarious, most sexy thing he gets huffy about.

they do reverse cowgirl all the time specifically so he can watch her hair bounce all around. she really loves when she's in his lap and they're just kinda grinding and making out and he's playing with her hair because she really likes the feeling of her chest against his.

they go hard he has bruised her hips a lot but it's okay because she scratches the fuck out of his back. they're both really apologetic the first time it happens except as it turns out not only does Cat get a thrill out of pressing down on the bruises during the day, Ned likes looking at the scratches so they start doing it on purpose. he's really careful to never bruise her arms however (he did one time kind of accidentally because he was holding her wrists above her head and she was weird and moody all week until he realized he'd triggered The Bad Memory) but he will leave fingerprint bruises all over her thighs and chest. She'll scratch up his chest enough to draw blood and he'll be fingering the scrape and Luwin is like why do you two do this to me. make sure she washes her hands before at least so it doesn't get inflamed seven hells.

She catches Theon doing anal with a servant and gets curious and brings it to Ned and she likes how it's just a little painful and overwhelming. Ned never finishes inside her ass though he thinks it's really weird, so he finishes on her belly usually which he feels is a waste until she started scooping it up and licking it off her fingers again, mostly out of curiosity than anything, and he uh, really likes that.

He still refuses to come in her mouth though lmao.

#nedcat #asks #anons #ned stark #catelyn stark

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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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I need more protective Eddie munson in my life! 😫 could you maybe do a request for me where she just got a car and they're driving around and maybe get into a wreck? Then he's a wreck bc he's worried about her.

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, descriptions of blood and physical injuries, heavy angst at the beginning but happy ending, lots of fluff don't worry, your friends being awesome (Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan), Hopper being a protective father figure as always, light descriptions of weed usage, inaccurate descriptions of what happens in an ER.....

☆ word count: 3.2K+ ☆

a/n: omg anon yesssss - I changed the prompt a teeny bit to make the story work but I loved this idea and I loved being able to write worried/protective Eddie 😭😘

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Eddie's leaning by the side of his trailer, watching lazily as whispy puffs of air from the end of his lit joint disappear into the night sky. It's a quiet night and there's not much on his mind - maybe except for the date he's planned with you tomorrow, and the adorable way you'd smiled when he'd revealed that he'd planned a picnic for the two of you.

The silence is then interrupted when he hears the horrible sounds of tires screeching by the road. Eddie frowns - it's nine pm on a Tuesday, who could be in such a rush?

Then Steve appears from the clearing in between the trees, running like a madman, frantically looking around at the rows of trailers before his eyes narrow in on Eddie. Eddie quickly disregards his joint and places steadying hands on Steve's shoulders, attempting to calm his friend down.

"Woah, Harrington, what's the rush-"

"(Y/n)." is all Steve can get out in between harsh breaths, doubling over and breathing harshly in pain as he's out of breath. Eddie's veins go ice cold at the mention of your name, his mind immediately flipping through the worst scenarios imaginable as his hands drop involuntarily.

"W-what about her?"

"There was an accident. She's in the emergency room and they're not letting any of us fucking see her because we're not family-"

Before Steve can even finish his sentence Eddie is dashing to his van and pulling out from the driveway, his only focus on reaching the hospital in record time. He's not sure how many traffic laws he's violating as he swerves corners, cuts off vehicles and runs red lights, but he can't find it in himself to give a single fuck. There's an anxious ringing in his head, a pit forming in his stomach, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his skin is turning red.

When he finally bursts into the hospital room, Steve's quick to follow, having followed behind Eddie in his own vehicle. It's not hard to locate the others - Robin is pacing back and forth anxiously, Jonathan is sitting next to Nancy and trying to comfort her, and Hopper is desperately trying to get the nurse to let them see you. It's an absolute mess of nervous adults, the tension in the room thick, as Eddie quickly runs up to Hopper and taps him on the shoulder.

"What's going on?" he asks the older man, who sighs in frustration.

"Since her parents are out of town and being her emergency contact isn't enough to grant access, they're not letting me in to see her."

The nurse behind them both frowns, an apologetic smile on her tired face.

"I'm really sorry, sir, but it's standard procedure that during intensive surgery we limit visitors to immediate family members. Though, if you and your party are willing to wait, we'll be able to let you in once she's in a more stable state."

"How long will that take?" Robin asks, to which the nurse looks down at her notes before looking back up.

"It'll depend on how the current surgery goes... but it's not uncommon for it to take about five to six hours."

Eddie's blood is burning, he feels as if he can't breathe - you're in some cold dark room, on the brink of your life, being prodded and operated on. And they want him to wait five to six hours before he can hold your hand and assure you it's all going to be okay? It's a horrific thought, one he can't bear.

Hopper gives up, nodding quietly before sitting back down to thumb through a random magazine on the waiting room table, but Eddie's persistent. A dangerous idea then creeps into his mind.

"Could I see (Y/n) (L/n), please?" he asks quietly, causing the nurse raises her eyebrow in suspicision.

"Your relationship to the patient?" she questions and Eddie hopes she can't see through his next lie.

"She's my fiancée."

The lie rolls off his tongue too easily and he can feel Hopper and his friends' suprised gazes burn into his back, as Eddie smiles and gestures to the ring on his right hand: golden metal with a bumblebee shaped ornament in the middle. He'd gotten you a matching one for your birthday last year, and you'd jokingly put it on your ring finger when Eddie had teased it wasn't your engagement ring 'yet.'

"She has an identical one on her left hand. We got engaged last December." Eddie continues as the nurse narrows her eyes at the ring.

The nurse then turns to whisper to another employee, who nods before disappearing into the back room. After a few tense minutes, the employee returns, nodding and confirming that you indeed look to be wearing an engagement ring matching Eddie's.

"Alright then. You'll have to stay behind the red line, but you're allowed to observe her from afar. But you must leave if any of the doctors order you to do so."

Eddie shoots a confident look at his friends - assuring them that he'll be fine and that he'll keep them updated on your condition - before wordlessly following behind the nurse, his body nearly shaking with anxiety. The room he's led to feels miles away, the sterile stench of disenfectant and harsh cleaning products filling the air as he walks down the endless white corridor. Finally, the nurse stops, before opening up a set of doors leading to the surgery room.

His heart feels as if a dagger's been plunged into it with the greatest force imaginable. Through the glass window separating him from the actual room, he can make out your face - bruised, scratched, your hair matted with blood - and almost nothing else as the rest of your body is practically covered under blankets of surgical tarp. There's a whole team of people rushing around you with all kinds of equipment, an IV machine dripping fluids into your left arm and your heartbeat monitor beeping obnoxiously.

Eddie swallows nervously when he sees that there's so much blood. He doesn't know if you've broken any bones or what the extent of the damage is, but the amount of blood staining the sheets is enough of an indicator. When his eyes narrow in on the little glint on your finger - the gold ring on your left hand - it breaks him, sending him to his knees as he breaks down in tears.

It's pathetic, really, he berates himself for crying in public. But he hasn't ever felt this hopeless, at the mercy of fate, begging time to go faster so he can hold your hand again and whipser in your ears to come back to him. He doesn't know how much time passes until he's completely out of tears, staring dead-eyed at his reflection, half-consciously registering the nurse's comment that he needs to leave now.

When Eddie drags himself back to the waiting room, the room stills. Hopper is the first to stand up, alarm in his eyes, as everyone else turns to look at Eddie. It's a completely unfamiliar sight to them, seeing Eddie cry, and it puts them all on edge.

"What's the news? How's she doing?"

Eddie lets out a shaky sigh, screaming at himself to keep his shit together. You had people who cared about you and were worrying about you, the least he could do was manage to say what he saw.

"They were... doing all these things to her. God, Hopper, she looks awful. There's so much blood and she looked so... lifeless, just laying there. I don't even-" Eddie wants to remain calm, he wants to say that you looked worse for wear but that you'd probably pull through, but the words feel foreign and difficult.

He doesn't know if it's too optimistic to say but he thinks it'll all work out, or if it's too late to try and save the mood. All he can feel is the crushing weight on his chest, and suddenly the entire room feels too small for him.

"I-I need to get out. Call me if anything changes." is all Eddie can blurt out before sprinting out the door, leaning against the hospital wall with heavy breaths.

It's a cold night and he's glad for it, the chilly breeze soothing his flaming skin as he slides down onto the pavement. He's spiraling and catastrophizing when he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality. To his surprise, it's Nancy, who sits down on the cold pavement next to him, Jonathan's jacket wrapped around her shoulders.

"It's okay to cry, you know." she starts out, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes.

"I know." Eddie responds quietly, staring at the ground.

She smiles at him sadly.

"Seriously though. If you need to cry, vent, scream, throw something, let your emotions out... as long as you're not hurting anyone or yourself, it's fine. And even necessary in moments like these."

Eddie nods slowly, allowing her logical advice to register in his brain as he leans backwards against the harsh brick wall. He doesn't have much to offer her in terms of company or conversation but she seems to be understanding of it, simply keeping him company in silence.

"Thank you." is all he can manage to say in return. She smiles, this time a bit brighter.

"Of course."

After about half an hour, Eddie feels calm enough to re-enter, where the nurse is now back with an update.

"The surgery went well, but there are some additional procedures that need to be performed in order to make sure her vitals are steady. I'm afraid this is going to be a process which lasts a few days."

Eddie opens his mouth to object but Hopper cuts in as the oldest, giving the younger man a commanding glare.

"Of course. We'll swing by when we have time. Please call me if there are any significant updates." is Hopper's polite response.

Everyone then gets up to leave except for Eddie, who takes off his leather jacket and forces himself to get comfortable in a nearby chair. Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you be heading home? You heard the nurse, this could last a few days."

Eddie forces a grin, shaking his head.

"I know, I'll... I'm just going to stay a bit longer, and then I'll head home. You all go ahead first."

It's a lie and once everyone leaves, Eddie falls asleep at around two am out of pure exhaustion, his neck awkwardly leaning against the window. He wakes up at around six then forces himself to go to the nearest gas station to grab a shitty breakfast, then he's back to his spot in the waiting room.

Over the next few days, he sees your friends visit here and there. Steve and Robin drop by after their shift at Family Video, both of them trying to coax Eddie to get some proper sleep, but Eddie refuses and insists that he's getting 'good enough sleep' here on that plastic chair. Hopper drops by every few hours, a sad look on his face when he sees that Eddie is almost always there, in the same spot, looking absolutely miserable. Nancy and Jonathan bring along a basket of food when they next visit and hand it off to Eddie, which Eddie accepts gratefully. It seemed that word had gotten around that Eddie hasn't left the waiting room since your accident.

Eddie's grateful that Nancy and Jonathan at the very least don't push him to leave, though he can tell by their pitying gaze and gentle questions that they're worried about him. But Eddie doesn't care. He can't stand the thought of not being here when you're finally stable and awake, and he's not even sure if he'll be able to sleep much if he drives back home and falls into his own bed.

The only form of entertainment in the ER waiting room - bar the occasional arguments between family members sitting next to him and the countertop magazines stacked on the tables - is the small television hung by the counter, stuck on the same channel 24/7. Right now, it's playing a re-run of the Golden Girls, and a sad smile appears on Eddie's face as he's reminded of how much you love that show.

Eddie then feels a light tap on his shoulder, the same nurse from three days ago standing in front of him with a bright smile on her face. It's a remarkably different expression to how she's been looking over at him and the others the past few days: sadness, worry and sympathy.

"She's awake and stable. Would you like to see-"

"Yes!" Eddie practically shouts, interrupting the rest of the nurse's sentence and attracting the rest of the room's attention. He coughs awkwardly, realizing that he's probably being a bit rude. "Please."

The walk to your room is short and you're lying against a semi-propped bed, thumbing through a book with a bored expression on your face. The call from the nurse that you've got a visitor makes you look up from your book, your heart thundering in excitement when your eyes fall onto Eddie's perfect face.

"Eddie-"

He's quick to run to you and hug you tight, loosening his grip when you pat his shoulder gently with a laugh, reminding him that you're still a bit sore. He blushes in embarassment, weakening his hold but not letting you go as his hands gently cradle your face. He turns your face in every single angle imaginable, as if examining your skin for any visible damage.

"How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Did you break anything? Do you want anything? I can run down to the van and drive to-" he's rambling like a crazed man, his eyes methodically scanning you up and down whilst he's listing every little thing you could ever need.

It's not until you softly squeeze his hand that he stops.

"I'm fine, Eddie. I have a fractured rib and a concussion, but the worst of it is over. I'm on medication and I feel fine." you reassure him, dragging your thumb over his palm to remind him of your presence. Eddie doesn't seem fully convinced, however, before he's rattling off again.

"Okay, then how about food? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

You chuckle, pointing to the bedside table with a half-empty tray and glass of water.

"It's a hospital, Eddie. They've been taking care of me just fine."

He pouts at that, scooting closer towards you.

"That's supposed to be my job."

Eddie looks like a wounded puppy, his gaze a mix of worry and adoration, and it makes your heart melt at how sweet your boyfriend is. You lick your lips and then press a chaste kiss on his lips, hoping he doesn't realize how dry your lips are.

"You've done more than enough, babe. I heard that you've been camping out in the waiting room the past few days." you tease, which makes Eddie chuckle.

"Couldn't stand the thought of being far away from you, princess. Besides, it was kind of fun. Like a really... shitty camping trip."

The warm atmosphere in the room turns semi-chaotic again when you notice Hopper and all your friends rushing into the room, Steve holding an awkwardly large 'get well soon' boquet of flowers and Robin and Nancy being the first to tackle you in a group hug, Robin practically shoving Eddie out of the way. Eddie would complain, but it's clear that your closest friends have been just as worried as he's been, so he decides to let it be.

"Aw, you guys shouldn't have." you chuckle, accepting a box of chocolates from Jonathan and a card from Hopper. They all interrogate you similar to Eddie - how you're feeling, if anything hurts, if you need anything - and it makes you smile so much to the point your face hurts.

"We're so glad to see that you're okay now, (Y/n). We were all so worried." Hopper notes, leaning against the railings of your bed. Steve then chuckles, shooting a not so subtle glance at Eddie.

"Yeah, but Eddie worried the most. Even broke the rules to see you."

You raise your eyebrows at that, ignoring Eddie's protests to drop the topic.

"Do tell - what did my loving boyfriend do whilst I was gone?" you question, amused.

"Eddie told the nurse that he was your fiancée in order to see you whilst you were still in surgery." Nancy tells you with a teasing smile, causing you to cock your head in confusion.

"How did he-" you cut yourself off, your right hand automatically going to grasp the golden ring on your left hand. The action and the clear realization dawning on your face makes everyone break out in laughter, minus Eddie, who is blushing furiously from the corner of the room.

After half an hour, the nurse comes in to dismiss everyone, though she tells Eddie that he can stay a bit longer as the fiancée. None of your friends correct the nurse, all of them winking and giggling behind the nurse's back, before you turn around to look at Eddie. He's staring right at the floor, playing with his rings whilst avoiding looking at you.

"Eddie." you call out his name.

"Hm?" he asks, but he's still looking at the floor and his cheeks are still red. You sigh, patting the space next to you in bed.

"Come here, please."

He gingerly shuffles into the space next to you in bed, as you rest your head on his shoulder and pull up the hand with the matching golden ring in front of you. Playing with his matching ring, you smile.

"You're absolutely adorable, you know that? Lying to see little old me?" your tone is light-hearted and Eddie grumbles.

"Was not adorable. It was a life or death situation." he pouts, and you laugh, patting his thigh.

"Okay, I'm sorry for teasing, babe. What I meant was that I think it's really sweet that you camped out for nights outside in the waiting room and that you lied to be able to see me quicker."

A few moments of silence passes and Eddie carefully shifts in his place to look down at you. You look a bit tired - that's to be expected - but now under the golden sunlight streaming through the curtains, your face is vibrant and illuminated. Your hair's framing your face perfectly, your skin is warm against his, and your delicate fingers are drawing circles into his hand. Something shifts in him, he's not too sure what, but his gut tells him it's right.

"It doesn't have to be a lie." Eddie gently suggests, making your back straighten in surprise.

"W-what?"

Eddie takes a deep breath before pulling you off of him carefully.

"I love you. You love me. And the past few days have taught me time is fleeting and I can't take our time together for granted. So..." he shifts nervously beside you, before linking his hands with yours and kissing your palm. "What do you say? Wanna be my real fiancée?"

This time it's Eddie telling you to loosen up your grip when you bring him down for a crushing hug, extending your arms around his neck and nodding furiously into the crevice of his chest.

"Yes, yes, 100% yes."

His smile is blinding - pure, unadultered joy - before his signature smirk returns, pointing to your ring.

"Well, technically you already said yes, but a 100% yes is good too."

You roll your eyes but he cuts you off with a kiss, gentle and sweet, his teeth biting your lower lip. It makes you dizzy and hot all at once and the rest of the hospital room melts away in a euphoric haze, the only sensation being Eddie against you.

-> a/n: UGH I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR HAPPY ENDINGS AND FLUFF uwu also please excuse the fact that most of this wouldn't happen irl in terms of hospital operations and who can see who I just needed the story to work a certain way lmao. If you enjoyed it, please leave a like/comment/reblog so I know to write more :)

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

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DENY PART FOUR

omg here is part four!! this chapter is a little longer (i think)

smut is literally so hard to write bc i'm like wait where is everyone's hands. who's body part is where??? anyway i hope you like it :)

cw: oral (m rec) cumplay, mention of virginity

masterlist here

pogues (nsfw 18+)

they hadn't exactly told the others about their new relationship. they've been lucky so far with john b caught up in sarah and kie is busy with working at the wreck and the new girl she's been seeing and doesn't think we know about.

we've all been so stuck in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship, learning each others bodies and navigating dating as a polyamorous throuple.

grace wishes she could stay in this bliss, cocooned in her boyfriends heat and scents. right now they're in popes bedroom, the three of them squished together on his small twin sized mattress, trying to touch every inch of each other.

you've all discussed about what or how to tell your friends but right now you want to keep it a secret. you're not ashamed but you're a little afraid of possible repercussions you all will face when the truth comes out.

you think john b will be confused at first, he's always been a little thick in the skull but you know he'll come around. sarah will not care at all and probably want to corner you and hear all your juicy details.

kie might be tricky, she's been adamant about the no pogue on pogue macking and now here you are, macking on two of them.

you and jj are kind of lucky in the aspect of your parents literally do not care if you live or die so there's no worry about telling them. pope on the other hand, you're a little worried mr and mrs heyward won't understand or be not so accepting. you know they love pope but ignorance sometimes sticks to your bones and makes people feel certain ways about certain things. pope jokes they'll be happy he's dating you, they love you. they just might not be enthusiastic about trouble maker white boy extraordinaire.

jj says no matter what you'll all have each other and that thought makes you pull your boys in even tighter.

"pope..." you softly ask your brown eyed boy, "can i suck your dick?"

the question and the innocence of how you asked it makes both boys choke on their spit. despite the steaminess of your dream and some heavy petting here and there, none of you have actually gone all the way with each other. you and pope are virgins, jj is the only one with experience. you cringe thinking about your man with other people.

"yeah? you wanna suck my dick pretty?" pope asks, trying to be cool but he's really fucking hyped.

"yeah." you answer shyly. "wanna make you feel good and then i wanna make j feel good too."

none of you have to say anymore words, pope jumps off his bed and walks over to where you were sitting on his computer chair, you pull him in for a hug and give him a soft slow kiss.

"jj, will you teach me?" you inquire.

"yeah baby girl, i'll help you make pope feel really good." he responds.

you kneel down in front of pope, eagerly going to his belt buckle and undoing his shorts. you pull them down his legs and see his prominent bulge in his boxer briefs, precum staining the grey material.

"tease him through his boxers, baby." jj prompts you.

you lean in and nuzzle popes covered dick with your nose and mouth. softly suckling him through the fabric. you moan at his scent. he smells clean mixed with salt water and musk that is inherently pope.

out of the corner of your eye you see jj pulling out his dick and giving it a soft tug. he's getting so turned on watching you give pope his first blow job.

"don't tease anymore grace, please" pope whines.

you nod and slowly pull the boys underwear down to his ankles so pope can step out of them. you see his dick sprig up and hit his tummy with a soft smack and you gasp at the size. he's bigger than jj in length, even tho jjs cock is thicker. you squeeze your thighs together to release some pressure that's been building up in your core.

you gently grab popes dick and give the tip a kitten lick, moaning out loud at the taste.

"go on and lick him, princess. from his balls and back to his tip." jj directs. he's still softly tugging at his own dick.

"will you help me jj? suck his dick with me?" you ask coyly. you know your innocent act turns them on beyond belief.

"yeah? you want me to suck his dick baby? you want that pope?"

the poor heyward boy just looks blissed out, eyes downcast. he just moans and nods in consent. the thought of both his partners sucking his dick together makes him want to nut right then and there.

you move to the side to make room for jj to also sit in front of popes cock. jj pulls you in for a passionate kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth, moaning a little when he tastes pope on your tongue.

when you end your kiss you and jj both lean in to suckle on popes cock, at this point he's dripping with precum and is so close to busting.

you open your mouth and try to suck his dick down your throat, moving your head up and down causing pope to grab the hair at the back of your head. he doesn't push you further onto his cock tho, ever the gentleman.

while you're sucking his dick jj leans forward and takes one of popes balls into his mouth causing both boys to moan for different reasonings.

you pull off popes cock with a gasp, spit and precum all over your mouth and chin, leaving his cock wet and shiny.

this encourages jj to lean in and continue on what you were just doing. he's never sucked a dick before but he has one of his own so he knows what would potentially feel good.

you raise your hand to jjs hair and begin massaging his head, casual intimacy that you've always had with the boy regardless of sex. you also take note you're still holding popes hand with your other one, essentially connecting all three of you together.

"i'm gonna cum- jj please" pope moans.

"can he cum on my face jj please i want it in my mouth and on my face!"

jj released popes cock with a sly grin and lifts his hand so he can jack the other boy off.

"yeah, you wanna cum on her face pope? make our girl all dirty?"

a few more pumps and pope is shooting out warm streams of his cum, loud moans and cries coming from the heyward boys mouth.

you moan at the feeling of his warm cum landing on your cheek and mouth, causing you to open it and suck down the remaining of popes load.

"fuck that was the best orgasm i've ever had." pope breathlessly says, knees buckling so he can join the two of you on the floor.

jj leans in to kiss you, licking at your face and lips to help clean off popes cum, with a mouthful still in mouth, he leans in and kisses pope, tongues collided and popes release being shared back and forth between the two boys. they are so fucking hot.

once the boys pull away from each other, you give out a giggle and excitedly start pawing at jjs still hard leaking cock.

"your turn!!" you say with eyes full of lust.

you're all at the chateau, sitting around the fire when it's actually pope who slips up. you're all calm and slightly tipsy from beers. pope gets up telling everyone he needs to leave for the night cause his dad needs help in the morning. he plants a kiss on jj without even thinking, moving onto you with ease. he doesn't clock the silence from the rest of the pogues or their wide eyes and shocked faces.

"surprise!" you cheer, blush scorching your face as you grab jjs hand for reassurance. jj reaching out to grab popes and pull him closer in case this goes sideways.

"i fucking knew it!" sarah cheers jumping out of her seat in triumph! "you owe me $5 john b!" she gloats.

uh oh.

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blackashbluephoenix · 6 months

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Had this idea but it doesn't fit into either of my WIPs so I'm giving it to the community.

Harvey and Mike are driving. They're bantering lightly, Mike had a case file in his lap. There's light music on in the background. Mike feels safe in the front seat- he always does when Harvey's driving. Anyone else, he fidgits nervously, squirms. The longer the ride, the worse it gets. But Harvey has both hands on the wheel, hovers a mile or two under the speed limit. He focuses on the road. Mike knows he'd never let anything happen to him.

They drive up past an accident with all the stops- flashing lights, police sirens, an ambulance. The car is on fire, there are bodies being pulled from the wreck.

Before they can get close enough to see any details though, Harvey reaches over and turns Mike's face to him. They've slowed to a crawl now because of traffic passing the accident, there's no danger in taking one hand off the wheel.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He orders softly. "Just keep looking at me."

Harvey doesn't try to restart the banter. He doesn't try to smile or pretend it's not bad. But he can put on a poker face for Mike's sake. He can look stoic, in control. He can breathe normally. He can use the word sweetheart, a word he normally only whispers to him in moments when they are alone and at their most intimate.

"Just look at me, sweetheart."

Because one real glimpse of that accident and that image will be burned permanently into Mike's beautiful mind. Having a memory like his is both a blessing and a curse, as Harvey has come to find out. And right now, if he lets Mike look at that, if he allows that image into Mike's mind... It will torment him. It will creep into thoughts when they're at work, at home. It will etch itself into his nightmares, add itself to what Mike imagines his parents' last moments were like. He won't be able to comfortably get into a car for weeks, will worry when Harvey steps foot in one, even if they're both in the backseat and Ray is the one driving.

"Just keep looking at me. Don't think about anything else."

He pulls the car into a lane away from the accident as soon as he can, creating some distance and removing some of the morbid temptation to look as he does so. Mike's not the eager to please puppy he once was, but he obeys this particular order even after Harvey drops his hand. He nods, ducks his head slightly. He can't quite look at Harvey's eyes, but he can still focus on the rest of him. As long as he's looking at Harvey, his mind is protected from whatever else he might see right now.

They're both quiet when the traffic lets up. Harvey puts both hands back on the wheel. Drops his speed limit down to five miles below, moves to the slow lane. Tries to ignore the way Mike is white knuckling the armrest or the way he wants to take his hand. Touch would help right now, certainly, but not if it compromises his driving abilities.

They pull into a gas station about an hour from the city. Harvey wouldn't have stopped- he wants to take Mike straight home- but the gas light is on. When he puts the car in park, Mike takes a long deep breath as though he's been holding onto it for far too long.

"We'll be home soon." Harvey says softly. He reaches over, brushes his fingers over the back of Mike's neck. Relishes in the way Mike instantly leans into him, even if the angle is awkward because of the console between them.

"Thank you." Mike says quietly. He seems a little better now. Okay until Harvey can get him home at least. He can spoil him when they're there- Order a pizza with stuffed crust, crack open one of those cheap beers Mike likes for some reason. Maybe tuck him into one of Harvey's hoodies before he pulls Mike down onto to his chest and they settle in on the couch with a wide selection of movies. He'll hold him a little bit tighter and speak just a little softer. Maybe it will be enough to keep the nightmares away.

For now he just kisses Mike's hand, then his temple before he gets out to pump gas. Smiles in relief when Mike eventually gets out and wanders into the gas station, returning with a highly disproportionate amount of junk food to the time they have left on this trip.

He'll be okay. Harvey will make sure of it.

#marvey #mike x harvey #Un'beta'd #I'm definitely doing that thing I do where I switch tenses #but that's okay because it's more a prompt to make ya'll feel things #angst with a happy ending #because according my editor I live for that shit

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 9 months

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I kissed a girl and I liked it Part 1.

Jennifer check x black!fem reader

Summary: y/n and Jennifer are the hottest girls in school and together you are unstoppable but as you both were sacrificed and transform to a demon you both feed off of males killing them for your own pleasure and hunger... but you both are hungry for each other.

Y/n and Jennifer have been childhood best friends since as long as you can remember. Both of your parents knew each other back in high school and were best friends. Y/n met jennifer back in kindergarten. You were pretty shy until Jennifer talked to you first, and that's when your friendship began y/n, and Jennifer became really close and became best friends. Y/n and Jennifer did everything together as kids. Nothing was gonna wreck your friendship. Until needy came along. Y/n was a bit jealous since she didn't want another girl being friends with her best friend. Y/n never really talked to needy, except Jennifer. Jennifer was actually nice to her. Jennifer tried to get you to like her, but you listened and talked to needy. Y/n still isn't fond of needy, but she tolerates her because of Jennifer.

As y/n and Jennifer got to highschool you guys were the hottest girls in school. every guy in school wanted the both of you which was flattering, but y/n and Jennifer thought guys were a waste of time.. they come and they go. Y/n and Jennifer were both flag girls on the cheerleading team. Most girls in school didn't want to be on the cheerleading team but when y/n and Jennifer got into the team, the team was more popular than ever even guys came. But only to watch the hottest girls in school. Needy would be sitting in the bleachers cheering both of you on. Needy waved at Jennifer as Jennifer smiled and wave back making y/n roll her eyes. "I can't believe you're friends with her.. why do even talk to her?" Y/n says getting irritated but jealous, y/n has a little crush on Jennifer... but who doesn't Jennifer is literally a goddess.

"Cmon y/n, give her a chance... it sounds like someone sounds jealous." Jennifer teases as she smiles. "I'm not jealous." Y/n says defensively as she smiles back at jennifer. "There's this band called Low shoulder and their performing at this bar you wanna join me and needy?" Jennifer's says to you, you roll your eyes at the name of needy but you didn't want to stay home all day doing nothing so y/n agreed. "Sure I'll be down, pick me up at 8?" Y/n says.

Y/n was getting ready wearing her low rise jeans and a white crop top and her last finished touch a Strawberry scented lip gloss. As Y/n heard the door ring she opened it to see jennifer and needy. "Wow, you look hot." Jennifer said looking at y/n up and down making your heart tingle. "Aww thanks Jen, you look hot too." Y/n says as they both smile at each other but y/n averted her eyes over to needy making y/n drop her mood. "Oh hey, needy." Y/n deadpanned. "HI, y/n you look great." Needy smiles at y/n. ,"I know.. maybe you should take some pointe-" y/n says but jennifer cuts you off before you say anything.

"Alright let's go don't wanna keep the band waiting. " Jennifer says grabbing needy's hand leading to the car, y/n saw them holding hands making you wanna put your hands on needy, holding hands with Jennifer was our thing. "Please God give me the strength too not put my hands on this white girl." Y/n thought to herself as she walked behind Jennifer and needy making inside the car.

As they all made it to the bar, y/n and Jennifer walked in the bar grabbing some attention as they enter the bar as needy trailed behind them. "God, I can't wait till I'm older to get wasted, have you ever heard of peach schnapps?" Jennifer asked walking towards the bar. "Nah, I've never heard of that" y/n says.

"they're so good y/n, they even taste good when they come out of your nose midpuke." Jen says.

"Hey Jen and y/n, you ladies look nice." Craig a classmate says as they walk by y/n and Jennifer. "Thank you." Y/n says looking at her hello kitty acrylic nails. "Oh hey Craig didn't see you there." Jennifer says without enthusiasm, making y/n snicker a little laugh as she elbows Jennifer. "Aww he thinks he's cute enough for us." Jennifer says teasingly In fake disbelief. Y/n laughs as Jennifer pulls out out a pack of Camel wides giving one to y/n as they were about to light it, Roman duda snatches the pack if cigarettes out if Jennifer's hand. "You're smoking dicks now, you two?" Roman asks. "What? we like the Wides." Y/n says as they both stick the fat cigarette between their lips and inhales. "I just bet you do. I should arrest the both of you for possession under the legal age." Roman says making y/n and Jennifer burst out laughing. "Arrest us, pfft! You're not even a real cop." Jennifer shouts amused.

" two more months and I'm on the force for real. Then I'll be able to cuff the both of you whenever the hell I want." He says suggestively as he grips her wrist and twists behind her back Making y/n roll her eyes. "Roman keep it in the bedroom." Y/n scolds as Roman looks at needy.

"Oh, Hey needy I didn't see you there. Would like too-" "No thanks." Needy says fake smiling.

" Oh my God, Jen the band. You can tell they're from the city all of that stylish expensive shit . I wish he had more guys like that in Devils kettle." Y/n says as Jen grabs y/n and needy's hand dragging them towards the stage. " HI, uhm we wanted to meet you these are my two friends y/n and needy." Jen introduces. "I'm Nikolai wolf, and this is my band." He reaches down shaking Jennifer's hand and y/n's. "Yeah! Soft shoulder, right? I've heard you guys are super good at playing instruments." Jennifer awkwardly says.

"Soft shoulder that's a dumb name." Needy mutters under her breath making y/n roll her eyes. "What was that?" Nikolai ask. "Nothing." Needy says fake smiling. "Can I buy you a drink? I mean, I'll see you if I can get a drink. They make this 9/11 tribute shooter. It's red, white, and blue, but you have to drink it fast before it gets all brownish." Jennifer says as she grabs y/n hands walking away pulling y/n towards her. " I don't trust that band, you guys." Needy says making y/n roll her eyes. " this bitch is no fun I don't know why Jennifer brings her around." Y/n thought to herself.

" Why? I think the lead singer wants me and y/n." Jen says looking at needy.

" you may not believe me but I heard them wanting to bad things to you guys it sounds sinister. And the only reason he wants you and y/n because he thinks you both are virgins, I swear I heard them talking." Needy says panicky.

"Yeah right! Me and y/n aren't even virgins anymore, thanks to roman." Jennifer winks at y/n making them both smile at each other.

"Gross." Needy says. "Well if Nikolai wants innocent, we both can be innocent. We'll be innocent fucking sunshine just like you." Jennifer says angrily.

"Hey, I'm not little miss sunshine." Needy says.

"Sure." Y/n says trying to break the awkward silence and tension but the tension broke away when Nikolai decided to speak.

"Good evening, Devils lake." Nikolai said.

"It's Devils kettle." Someone shouted in the back.

"Sorry. Anyway, we're Soft shoulder and we just wanna make you happy." He winks at Y/n and Jennifer. The band starts their song as Jennifer's eyes never leaves Nikolai, y/n was to busy staring and admiring Jennifer her blue eyes, her jet black hair, and her pink glossy plum lips. Suddenly out of nowhere flames appear on the wood paneling next to the stage. Needy was the first to notice. The flames quickly climb up to the ceiling and began to blaze uncontrollably. People screamed and scattered. Nikolai turns and sees the fire spreading, but he exchange glances with his band mates. Nikolai seems cool and composed as he watched from the stage.

"We need to go!" Needy shouts as he grabs y/n's and Jennifer's hand pulling them into a tiny bathroom. Y/n started choking on the smoke, they climbed on the toilet boost each other out of the bathroom window. Hundreds are still trapped inside. Jennifer collapses in y/n's arms.

"It's hot y/n, I think I'm on fire. Oh God. I'm burning." Jen says dazed.

"You're okay I promise, we're gonna be fine." Y/n says looking at needy a bit scared. But all three girls jump. It's Nikolai.

"Are you girls alright?" He asks with fake concern.

"were fine maybe you should go find the rest of your band." Needy says.

"God it feels like hell out here, come hang with us in the van for a while, just until they hose the place down." Nikolai says.

"Okay-okay. I want to see your van, cmon guys let's go to the van." Jennifer says as she grabs y/n's hands but needy stands there not wanting to go to the van.

"Why? I don't trust him." Needy says.

"Fuck! Stop it. Just stop it, needy!." Jennifer shouts as she drags y/n towards Nikolai white van. Needy watches y/n and Jennifer getting into the van. Nikolai gives needy a vicious smile as he gets inside the van driving off.

Needy stumbles into her bedroom overwhelmed. Her clothes are damaged. Needy grabs her phone and quickly dials her boyfriend chip.

"Hey, Needy how the show with Jennifer and Y/n." Chips answers tiredly.

"Thank God your there." Needy says worriedly.

"Jennifer and y/n are gone. They both ran off with that stupid rock band."

"Jennier and y/n are gone? Are they both okay?" Chip said worriedly and tiredly.

"I don't know Jennifer and y/n are still with those creeps! They had one of those white vans with no windows. The back was all blacked out."

"Also the bar burned down." Needy adds on.

Needy heard her doorbell chimes.

"I gotta go." Needy says hanging up the phone.

Needy hangs up the phone and rushes downstairs. She opens the door. Nobodys there. Needy slams the door turns around and screams. Jennifer and y/n are both standing in the dark hallway, looking ghostly pale and smiling. Both of their clothes are tattered and stained in blood. Both of their makeup is smeared and their eyes are sunken like a zombies.

"Uhm, Jen, y/n." Needy asks. Y/n and Jennifer didn't say anything and continue smiling with bloody teeth.

"What happened to you both?" Needy asks in the silence. Unilt she heard a dripping sound. Needy looks down to see large drops of blood splattering the floor. Jennifer continues to smile staring directly at y/n.

"Jen, Y/n." Needy says her voice shaking. Y/n and Jennifer let out a horrifying banshee scream making needy scared. Wailing at the top of their lungs. Y/n and Jennifer vomits black bile all over themselves and on the floor. Y/n and Jennifer fall onto their knees as they scream turn to insane laughter. Needy tries to run but, y/n and Jennifer grabs her and throws her against a wall, pinning her. Jennifer slowly brushes her face against needy's earlobe. Needy was so terrified she didn't move a muscle. Y/n smiles at needy's terrified facial expression.

"Are you scared, needy?" Y/n says whispering into needy's ear. Needy nods her heard as Jennifer parts her lips. Then suddenly, Jen and y/n stops and pushes needy on the floor. Y/n and Jennifer grabbed hand in hand bolting out the door and take off running down the street. Needy is motionless as she stumbles her way to the doorway.

"Y/n, Jennifer!!!" Needy yells, searching for her two friends but they were nowhere to be found. Needy falls down to the ground crying holding herself in a hug form trying to calm herself down. "Please let this be a bad dream." Needy says to herself trying to comfort herself.

#jennifer's body #jennifer check #jennifer check x reader #Jennifer check x fem!reader #Jennifer check x black!reader #Spotify #needy lesnicki

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