#and asked 'please write her a card in english'

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave boy Danny AU where he's half asleep and rambling as he mentions some people back home like his exes (especially Valerie), his English teacher, this stalker of his who he likes messing with, and the annoying fruitloop who's the bane of his existence! They're concerned. Only once he's fully awake when they ask for names.

Lancer is Alfred, Talia is Val, maybe Paulina is Julie Madison but idk, Wes is Edward/The riddler (I'm pretty sure there was a time he had a reddish orange hair. Either way, he was the same model as Danny so maybe Wes dyed his hair to not be confused with the Fentons in this AU), and Vlad is Ra's!

Hello! This actually falls out of my planned plotline for Cave Boy, but I will write something for you that is close to the prompt to make up for it! Hope that's okay and that you like it

Flash sends them a message sometime in the early afternoon before any of the Bats are ready to go out. In fact, Damian, Duke, Steph, and Jason are in class when his message arrives.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, Cass, and Barbara are at work. As the Flash is one of the few who knows what the Batfamily is doing during these hours, it is rare for him to bother at this hour. He would have usually waited until after five as that was when a majority of them became available.

They all quickly check their phones when they vibrate to ensure it's not a world-ending threat, just in case.

Since the messages would be sent to their civilian phones- anyone in the know of the Bat's real identity chooses to text in a very specific code. This way, no one would know what they were saying, and the Bats would realize they were speaking to who they thought they were.

Barry Allen chose Disney theme GIFs as his code.

A gif of Mulan singing Reflections lets them all know that somehow, the speedster has again opened a portal into a different dimension and/or mess with time.

"Why is my reflection someone I don't know?" meant "A double of one of you has crossed over from a different dimension and/or timeline"

This causes a brief ripple of anxiety. The last time someone had a double, it was Tim, and his future version of himself was crazy, evil, and surprisingly capable. It took Tim almost ending his life to beat the guy.

Thankfully, the second GIF comes through seconds later. This one is Mulan's Honor To Us All.

"Please bring honor to us all" meant "The double is friendly."

The last Gif was from Lion King, Timon cheerfully singing Hakuna Matata. "It means no worries for the rest of your days" meant "Sorry for the trouble."

Those in class return to their various lessons, but Tim quickly responds, "I love that movie! We should watch Mulan again the next time I see you, Uncle Barry!"

This means, "We will meet the double tonight."

The rest of the day drags on as they all slowly start to make bets on who the double would be for. They all agree that Cass is long overdue to face herself again. Still, Dick makes the complying argument that Duke needed to have his first "My counterpart from another dimensional/ Timal plane" moment.

They all actively hope Duke can clear another block on his Bat-bingo card. He gets two more and a complimentary tray of any of his favorite Alfred's desserts.

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That night, they all meet up in the watch tower, each clutching their bingo card just in case. (The game resets every month, and so far, Jason has written down the most accurate predictions. He needed two more squares for a cooking lesson of his favorite meal, and he was out for blood)

They all silently go to the conference room, where Barry entertains the guests. Apparently, they were trying to find discrepancies in their world's history and the double's life to help find which world they came from and send them back.

They were being shown the main rouges to test the timeframe.

"Is that Wes!?" A young male teenager yells. Sadly, Steph swears, staring at her "A new Batgirl from a different world" box.

"We call him Edward when he's not in his costume. Otherwise, his name is the Riddler." Barry answers, amusement clear in his voice.

"Riddler? How is Riddler menacing? What does he tell you, riddles of death or something?"

"You be surprised......."

Bruce gets to the door, pushing it open with a quick flick of the wrist, and inside is Barry sitting at the conference table next to a boy with dark hair and blue eyes. In front of them is a hologram showcasing the Gotham Rouge files.

There are papers and pencils scattered on the table. Likely, they have been writing down notes of the differences they have spotted.

Barry's eyes flicker to them, but the boy is too distracted to count on his fingers.

"Okay, so Wes is Riddler, Val is Talia, Fruitloop is Ra's, Sckuller is Bane, and ugh....for some reason, Spectra is Harley Quinn." The boy finishes checking his notes.

"For some reason? I thought you said Spectra studied psychology too."

"yeah, but Harley Quinn actually got a Ph.D. What did Spectra do? Land a school counselor position? Please." The boy rolls his eyes dismissively, and Barry frowns.

He's never taken kindly to people disregarding another person's profession, especially if it was connected to the educational system in some way.

"Hey now, that's an important job, and you need years of study before you can be a school counselor-"

"I bet Spectra peaked in high school. That's why she's like that." The boy cut him off, nodding as though he had found the universe's answer.

Well.....this was either a version of Jason, Tim, or maybe early Dick, that was a little too sassy but not angry? It's not sad either; it's more like, fed up? Or teenage tired.

"Oh, who are they?" The boy asks, and Barry zips right next to Batman.

"Danny, meet Batman...the you of this world. And his kids."

Danny squints. "Who is your mom, and how easy am I? Because there is a lot of you that I fathered for me to not be easy."

Jason burst out laughing, checking a box. "Yes, someone calling Bruce easy in costume. That's on bingo for me!"

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Double Vision #Basically Danny is not impressed #All his villains are villains here too #That Batkids play Batman bingo #It's bonding so Bruce lets them

[flowerandblood]

Just this one time (Oneshot)

[modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ]

[warnings: sex content, smut, sexwork, anxiety, fluff]

[description: The girl is forced by her life situation to set up a profile on a portal, that is used by sex workers to attract clients. One of them, a young, enigmatic man, wants more than her pictures (Anon Request). Complexes, smut, anxiety, fluff.]

This story has a continuation in another Oneshot (Just one more time), but it can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She had never been so distraught in her life as that evening, when her mother called her to say that their father was in the hospital. Like every week, he went out to drink with friends and play cards. On his way home he didn't look at the road and was hit by a car. He had to undergo surgery which he fortunately survived, his prognosis was good.

The nightmare began when the hospital realized what neither she nor her mother knew - that her father had been unemployed for several months and was not covered by health insurance. Her mother called her crying, saying that such a gigantic sum was beyond her financial means. She worked as a school teacher and tutored. She asked her if she had any savings.

She worked part-time in a bookstore and while she was studying, paying for her room and food, she had little money. She had just gotten paid and had given her mother everything she had. Not only was it not enough, but she had no idea how she was going to make it through her paycheck and pay all the bills. She cried all night that day and didn't sleep a wink.

The next day she spent all her classes thinking hard about what to do. She called her boss, but he told her that even if he wanted to, he couldn't suddenly hire her full-time. He could have paid her a week's wages sooner, but it wouldn't have changed much. She needed a large cash injection quickly. During one of the lectures she suddenly glanced at one of the girls in her year and froze.

She once heard her talk about a website where she sold her photos and videos. She dated rich men on cams, sent them her clothes and panties, and even arranged for them to have sex in her apartment.

She said it wasn't so bad at all, she had a lot of money quickly and she didn't worry about anything. She cared about her anonymity and carefully selected her clients.

She covered her face with her hands, terrified of what she was thinking. She had had sex with her previous boyfriends, but it was always in a relationship, never with a complete stranger, and never for money. When it came to pay that meant she had to satisfy someone, be someone's product to be happy with. She dismissed the thought, knowing she couldn't do it.

When she got home she involuntarily looked at the portal that the girl was talking about. She couldn't see anything without registering.

She sighed heavily, squeezing her eyes shut, not believing what she was doing. A large window opened for her. She was surprised at how many questions she had to answer.

Is she an adult? What nickname does she want? How old is she? What interests her? What is her hobby - sweet photos, videos, maybe meetings or video chat? What kind of men or women, and in what age range, did she want to meet on the portal? What prices for what services?

Once in a while she'd get up from her laptop, pacing the room with her hands on her cheeks, wondering if it was safe, and what if anyone found out. She'd probably die of embarrassment, but each time she sat back down and went back to writing.

No videos. No webcams. No meetings. Just pictures, sweet, innocent, maybe in a light negligee. Men aged 20-35. She didn't want any old, disgusting guys looking at her.

She clicked "register" and her account appeared in front of her on the portal. She could now add more details about herself, what she does, what she likes and dislikes.

She wrote down a few things, including her interests. All that's left to do was post the photos. She sighed softly, went on Pinterest and started looking for aesthetic inspiration. She wasn't going to make pornography out of herself.

She saw plenty of girls with shirts unbuttoned that were too big or in huge sweaters that uncovered their shoulders, in long socks to the middle of the thighs or in delicate, subtle underwear.

It wasn't too bad, she decided, because there was a charm to it and she could crop out the photo, so her face wouldn't be visible. Her whole apartment was decorated by her in a vintage style that she loved and the decor was perfect for the scenery for such photos.

She sighed heavily and looked into her closet. She put on her warm, light wool socks to the middle of her thighs, a soft cream sweater that reached her buttocks, and delicate panties. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so her breasts were slightly visible.

She thought she looked cute. She let down her long, slightly wavy hair and sat on the floor in front of her large mirror. Behind her was her beautiful bed and a lovely white chest of drawers, a soft white rug underneath.

She made herself comfortable, leaning back against the bed, her legs bent at the knees in front of her covering what was between her thighs. She held the phone up so that it covered her face and took a picture.

She cropped it, added a filter to increase the saturation and make the whole thing a little more pastel, and it was ready. She looked again to see if there were any photos or other objects in the photo that might have identified her, but she couldn't find anything. She took a few more photos in similar outfits, uploaded them to her laptop and added them with a heavy heart, setting one of them as her profile picture.

She also fixed the price for taking pictures on request. She pointed out that there is no nudity or strange positions involved. She thought she was so demanding and restrictive that no one would want anything from her anyway. Tired and discouraged by what she had done, she simply went to sleep.

She woke up in the morning, rubbed her eyes and got up to drink water. She sat down with her glass and opened her laptop, wanting to see if anything had happened to her account. She almost choked when she saw that she had thirty new notifications. She was terrified and for a moment afraid to click on it. She finally did and started reading.

Several men paid her fixed sum for similar photos she posted. They wrote that she is gorgeous, that they would like a photo of her lying down and wearing different clothes, but leave it to her how she will solve it. She swallowed loudly as she saw several messages suggesting meeting up for sex, sending someone her socks or underwear. She paused on the last message and for a moment thought she had imagined it.

Someone had sent her more than she agreed for a single photo. He was the only one who wrote nothing. She clicked on his account out of curiosity. His profile picture was a black square. All it said was 25 years old, male. In the place where you could insert your short description it said: "Don't write to me."

She blinked, wondering what that was supposed to mean, and whether it meant that the women he orders from wouldn't write to him. She wanted to do it to tell him that he had transferred too much money to her, but she assumed that if he wrote that, then maybe he did it intentionally.

As soon as she got home after class she began to think about how to dress for the new photos. For the men who sent her the amount she asked for she wore a long T-shirt, also without a bra, the same long socks and underwear. This time she lay down on the carpet, lifted her calves slightly while lying on her stomach. She covered her face with her phone again as she took the picture.

She thought that she would come up with something special for the man who paid her more. She took her thin, translucent white robe and tied it around her waist, so that her shoulders were bare. Her legs were bare too.

She took the flowers she had bought that day in one hand, so that they covered her breasts. When she checked herself in the camera, she thought that she looked like some sensual, baroque painting. She took a photo, applied the same filters as before, and sent him the photo first.

Then she changed into normal clothes and started writing one of the essays. She felt terrible, but at the same time felt some kind of relief when she saw that the money had actually flowed into her account. She figured a few weeks and she'd be able to get the rest of the money she needed.

She saw that a dot had appeared on the app card, indicating that there was a new notification. She clicked there curiously, unfolded the list, and froze.

The man who paid more for her picture ordered another one, paying three times as much as before. Again, he didn't write anything to her. No additional requirements.

She pursed her lips as she felt her heart pounding. She thought he must be a very rich, bored young man. Or one that has no success with women. She had to appreciate that he wasn't asking her to do any perverted things.

She decided that since he was paying her so much, she had to make an effort. She might not have to take pictures for anyone else, and his assignments alone would do the trick. She pondered for half an hour what to do. She grabbed the fabric of the same bathrobe, putting it on similarly.

Now she held a beautiful ornate fan in her hand, beads of sweat adorned her bare arms becasue it was hot outside. She thought she'd zoom in on them, capturing her bare arms, the slightly exposed portion of her breast, her hand with the fan, and the portion of her mouth with her dark hair falling behind her.

After applying filters, she thought that there is sensuality, lightness and promise in this photo. If she were a man, she would like to receive such photos from her woman herself. She uploaded the photo to her laptop and sent it to him. She was very curious to see if he would like it.

She jumped in seat when she saw a message from him fifteen minutes later.

Abyss: "You surprise me."

She blinked at the screen in disbelief. She thought he never texted anyone. Apparently, that didn't work when he was talking to someone himself. For a moment she didn't know what to do. He fell from the sky and she couldn't lose him.

Ophelia: "I hope that's a compliment."

She replied briefly. No cute emoticons, no subtext, no familiarity. He didn't reply for a moment, and she wondered if she should add anything. She shuddered, when she suddenly got a notification that she had received a reply from him.

Abyss: "Why are you doing this? Pictures, I mean."

His question chilled her. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding. What was she supposed to write to him? Even if she told him the truth, would he believe her?

There must have been plenty of girls who wrote, that they needed money because of an emergency, not because that was how they made a living. However, she decided that his money was saving her skin and he deserved her to tell him the truth.

Ophelia: "My father had no insurance at the time he had the accident. Neither my mother nor I knew he had lost his job. I work part-time, but it's not enough. And here I am."

She read her answer a few more times and, with a trembling hand, clicked "send". She felt like she was using him. As if they objectified each other. She pursed her lips at the thought. She drew in a quick breath when he texted back after a few minutes.

Abyss: Will he make it?

For some reason, she smiled at the screen. She knew she couldn't allow anyone to talk too privately and imagine who knows what, but she found his concern and manner to be matter-of-fact and kind. She appreciated it, and she tought that she kind of needed it right now.

Ophelia: Yes, thank you, it's very kind of you to ask.

Just a few minutes later, another message arrived.

Abyss: How far are you from the full sum?

She swallowed hard, feeling the cold sweat on her body. For some reason she felt insecure and trapped. She finally wrote him the exact number without adding anything else.

Abyss: I'll pay the full amount if you agree to go to bed with me. On your terms.

She looked at his message and after a while she started to cry. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head, wondering what she was doing.

She felt it was all wrong, terrible, that she didn't want to do it. On the other hand, she told herself that just this once would be enough, that it would be over and she wouldn't have to do anything else.

Just this one time.

She sobbed loudly, texting him back that she agreed.

She wanted him to come to her right away the next day. She couldn't mentally take it any longer, she wanted it to be over. She thought that no matter what he looked like she would be nice to him and just give him what he wanted.

She put on a dress with tiny yellow flowers that fastened at the front, so that it was easy to take off. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties underneath.

She didn't see the point in it.

She hid a condom in one of the pockets - she wasn't going to catch anything from him. She was taking birth control pills, but preferred extra protection.

She hasn't eaten anything since morning. She was sick and pale. She took a shower, sprayed on her perfume, dried and combed her long hair. She hid in her apartment all the photos and objects that could reveal her name, as well as those of her family and friends.

She heard a soft knock on her door two minutes before the appointed time. She tried to control the shaking of her body and the fear she felt. She walked over to the door, rested her forehead against it, and exhaled softly, opening the lock. She opened it and froze.

This was not how she imagined him.

He was smoking a cigarette in the stairwell, measuring her up and down. He was wearing a black T-shirt, black pants and a black leather jacket. His blond hair was partly tied back, and he looked like a pirate with an eyepatch. She saw a long scar running down his left cheek. She wondered if the lack of an eye was the reason he preferred this way of getting close to women.

Despite the scars, she thought he was a very handsome, athletic man. He raised an eyebrow, and she remembered who she was and what she was supposed to do. She stepped aside quickly, opening the door with a crack, inviting him inside. He walked in unhurriedly, as if entering a friend's apartment.

He took off his shoes while continuing to smoke. He went deeper into the apartment, as if to check that there were no third parties, and that nothing suspicious was going on. He stubbed out his cigarette in her sink.

He glanced at her finally, his face stony, his gaze intense. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding wildly, her legs trembling slightly. They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Will you drink something?" She asked softly, her voice trembling. His gaze softened at the sound of her voice.

"Water, thank you." He spoke calmly, his voice low and sonorous, almost purring. She felt shivers go through her.

She nodded and, without looking at him, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a clean glass and poured water into it. She handed it to him, then took a few sips from her own glass, feeling her throat go dry.

He put down his half-empty glass with a loud clatter, and looked at her meaningfully, leaning against the doorframe. She swallowed hard and set her cup down as well. She smiled warmly at him and walked past him, glancing at him, nodding for him to follow her.

They went into the room where her bed stood. The man looked around, his attention drawn to the books on her shelf. He took out some of them, looked through them, and put them back. She looked at him and wondered if she should start a conversation with him. He didn't seem like the kind of person who liked to talk about nothing, she decided.

"Here?" He asked dispassionately, and she shivered. She felt herself blush with embarrassment. She was terrified.

"Yes." She said softly, lowering her lashes. He looked at her over his shoulder.

"Is this your first time?" He asked uncertainly.

She swallowed hard and shook her head.

"Good." He said calmly and took off his leather jacket, placing it gently on the bed.

He finally sat on it, leaning forward slightly, his elbows on his thighs. He looked at her intensely, his gaze roaming her body from top to bottom. She lowered her lashes, feeling his gaze burn her.

"I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid. Do it as you see fit." He said low, looking at her calmly, his gaze black. She felt subcutaneously that he wanted her and was surprised to find, that it did not repulse her.

Maybe it was because he hadn't groped her since he walked in and let her decide what it would look like.

She approached him slowly, her legs as soft as gummies. She pursed her lips, swallowing softly.

"Can I sit on your lap?" She asked quietly, her voice trembling slightly, her face red with shame.

He grunted in acknowledgment and removed his hands, straightening up a bit as he looked at her searchingly. She straddled him, her whole body trembling. He placed his large hand on her back and stroked it steadily, their faces inches apart.

"Easy. Take your time." He spoke softly. She nodded and smiled gratefully at him. She saw his mouth part slightly at the sight, and he swallowed hard himself. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. She raised a hand tentatively, her fingertips close to his scarred cheek.

"Can I touch you here?" She asked softly, almost in a whisper. He just nodded his head, looking away.

Her fingers traced lightly over his skin, exploring the slight indentations where there must once have been deep wounds. She wondered if those scars were the reason for his complexes and hiding on this portal. Looking at him closely, she thought that he had an incredibly beautiful, interesting face.

He closed his eye, feeling her touch. The tips of her fingers traced further, touching his chin, cheek, mouth. She felt a shiver run through him at her touch. He finally pressed his cheek against the inside of her hand, kissing her skin gently. There was something touching about the gesture, some acknowledgment that he wanted to show her respect.

She finally took his face in both her hands and leaned over him. Her lips brushed his invitingly, gently, teasing him slightly. She heard him exhale softly, his hand tightening on the fabric of her dress. His lips parted invitingly.

She caressed his lips with hers, sucking them gently, running her wet, fleshy skin over them. He moaned softly, and she shivered at the sound. Startled, she found herself getting wetter between her thighs, her nipples hardened and showing through the fabric of her dress.

He smelled of cigarettes and strong perfume, his scent made her head spin. She shivered as she felt him return her kisses timidly, his other hand grabbing her cheek gently, pulling her closer. They began to caress and suck each other's lips, tilting their heads alternately with the wet, sticky sound of their saliva, panting into each other's mouths.

Her hand slid into his soft hair, massaging his neck, and he grunted in delight. He continued to kiss her, his lips pressing greedily against hers, demanding more. She involuntarily moved closer to him. They both moaned into each other's mouths as she brushed against his hard manhood, throbbing in his pants.

"Fuck." He whispered into her mouth, his hand from her back slid down to her buttocks. He looked at her in shock when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. They both moaned helplessly as his large hand squeezed her firm skin, forcing her to speed up.

She didn't know what was happening to her, but she was full of lust and arousal. She thought with surprise that she wanted this. She leaned over him, pressing his face to hers, her tongue timidly passing over his lips.

He sighed loudly in surprise, his tongue coming out to meet hers. They were both panting, teasing the tips of their tongues and licking like two kittens. His hips pressed against the space between her thighs, making her moan softly.

Her hands went to the buttons of her dress. She began to undo them slowly from the top, their tongues dancing with each other with a wet, sticky sound. He gave her a blurry look as he saw her slip her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him.

He stared at her chest with awe and wonder. He pressed his face to the space between her breasts, kissing her top to bottom. His caresses made her feel her insides clench around nothing, her wetness running in thin rivulets down her thighs, her hips rubbing against him. She could feel him completely hard now, throbbing intensely beneath her.

A loud, unexpected moan escaped her lips as he took one of her breasts in his hand and began sucking on her nipple. She pressed his face to her chest, his hand tightening on her buttock, forcing her to speed up. They were both panting loudly, his tongue teasing and licking each of her nipples in turn.

"Feels good?" He asked in delight, his voice trembling slightly. She swallowed hard at his question.

"Y-yes, God, it feels so good" She mumbled, her hands fisted in his hair, pressing him against her breasts.

She quickly slid them down to his pants and began undoing his belt. He moved away from her and leaned back, giving her better access, helping her by undoing his button and fly. She started to reach into her pocket for a condom, but he pulled out his own, putting it on quickly and nimbly.

She rose quickly, panting softly, and pressed her forehead against his, lowering herself slightly. When she felt his tip inside her, they both moaned loudly into each other's mouths. She began to tease him by falling lightly on top of him and rising again, not pushing him inside. He writhed beneath her, thirsty and desperate.

They both leaned back and were speechless as they felt him enter her. He was so big that he barely fit in. She began to slowly ride him, panting loudly, pushing him deeper and deeper into herself. He leaned back slightly, holding her ass with one hand, staring at her helplessly, panting with her, his thighs responding to her every move with a thrust.

"You're so big." She sobbed in pleasure, pushing him all the way in, and he moaned loudly as he felt it. She leaned against his shoulders and sped up, rubbing against him where she felt the greatest pleasure, her walls pressing greedily against his cock, making him barely able to breathe.

"Fuck, you're so tight" He gasped, moving faster and more aggressively inside her, and she moaned loudly at his every move.

He finally grabbed her buttocks and turned her suddenly on her back, spreading her thighs in front of him and began to fuck her quickly and brutally, his thighs slapping again and again with a wet, sticky sound against her buttocks.

She moaned loudly, leaning back, she had never had sex with someone this intense before, beads of sweat streaming down her body, her hips responding to his every thrust. She sobbed helplessly as she felt his thumb on her clit, massaging it in a circular, intense motion, making the tension inside her unbearable.

"So wet for me. Do you like it when I touch you like that? Shall I stop?" He purred in delight, his voice trembling slightly, she felt that they were both on the verge of orgasm.

Her hands clenched the sheets around her head, her hips responding greedily to his loud, wet thrusts, filling her to the brim, rubbing where she needed it.

"No, please, touch me, touch me there" She sobbed helplessly, spreading her thighs wider for him, her nipples sticking out, hard with desire.

He moaned low hearing her words. His thumb began to caress her more intensely, pumping his cock hard into her with the wet sounds of their shared fluids trickling down their thighs. She leaned back heavily, her lips parted in pleasure.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come, please, please, please!" She sputtered, moaning loudly. She bent back suddenly, her body went through a wave of hot pleasure, moaned loudly and helplessly, she had never experienced such an orgasm before.

She felt his body begin to tremble, her insides pressing against him in waves, wanting to hold him in, he began to moan loudly along with her.

"Fuck, God, yes" He gasped, coming hard inside her, thrusting into her all the time, unable to stop.

They writhed under each other, breathing heavily, their bodies refusing to let go, clenching on each other. He stared at her half-consciously, beads of his sweat running down his shirt, his hair stuck to his face, his mouth parted. They both looked at each other as if they couldn't believe that this really happened between them.

He swallowed hard and slid out of her as if suddenly remembering who he was. She clenched her thighs, feeling suddenly empty, covering herself with her dress, trembling all over. He slid off the condom, tied it, and laid it on the floor, not knowing what to do with it.

He zipped up his pants as he got out of bed, still breathing fast. He cleared his throat without looking at her, fumbled for something in his trouser pocket. He took out a wad of bills and placed them on her nightstand.

"That's the amount we agreed on." He said lightly, his voice breaking as he said the words.

She shivered all over, feeling the cold fast on her body. She covered her mouth with her hand as she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She finally hid her face from him and nodded.

"T-thank you." She said in a shaky voice and drew in a quick breath as she felt her body convulse. She thought he'd just leave, but she heard he didn't move.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked quietly. She looked at him shocked and shook her head, continuing to cry as she buttoned her dress. She felt lonely, dirty, worn out, unowned.

"Don't mind me, forgive me for my behavior." She said quickly, not looking at him, trying to calm her trembling breath. She wiped her wet nose from crying. He was silent for a moment.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked quietly.

She was silent for a moment. Desperately, she shook her head. She heard him swallow hard.

"What do you need?" He asked gently.

She opened her mouth, not believing she meant to say it.

"For you to hug me." She whispered, clenching herself, trembling all over.

She drew in another sharp breath as she heard him return to her bed. She felt his weight against her, saw his black T-shirt and pants, smelled his scent again.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She snuggled into him like a teddy bear, burying her head into his chest. His hand tangled in her hair, the other caressing her back. She felt his heart pounding. She slowly began to calm down.

She closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her hair tenderly. She thought that she could fall asleep in the arms of this man, that she didn't even know. She cleared her throat quietly.

"T-thank you, I'm better now. I won't hold you back any longer." She whispered, but he only grunted at her words and kissed her hair again.

"Hold me for as long as you want."

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Oneshot written as Anon Request. I had a lot of fun writing this and I really like the end result. Let me know what you think. 💖

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Hello, I just saw that you write for BNHA, omega verse and male reader and I have never been happier. If it’s alright, could I request a alpha pro hero bakugo with his sweet omega who is the complete opposite of his alpha, omega is timid, nicer, sweet and the complete opposite of the buff, mean hero who is only nice to his omega. I’m sorry if it doesn’t make much sense, I’ve recently learned English! Please feel free to ignore this if it’s not possible, take care!

I am a triple threat lol

And your writing is wonderful my dude! Better than some native speakers I know honestly.

X

It was honestly shocking that an alpha as volatile as Bakugo managed to get such a sweet and kind Omega like (name), he wasn't even a pro hero or anything! He was just a sweet Omega that Bakugo met off duty!

(Name) was shy as he walked into the agency, cutely made dinner boxs as he presented his ID card to the security with a gentle smile, he doesn't come here often but when Bakugo has to be at the agency for a few days (name) liked to make sure he was fed. "Hello again, how are you?" (Name) asked the security guard who led him to the private elevator and swiped the card to activate it "I'm good Mr. Bakugo, yourself?"

"I'm quite alright, my husband isn't giving you all trouble is he? I will beat him up if he does" (name) joked and playfully punched the air, making the guard chuckle "that's quite alright Mr. Bakugo"

Wherever (name) went he always lightened the mood of the room, the delicate Omega cheerful and kind.

The top floor was where bakugos office was along with the pro hero's hired under the Dynamite angency, a few new faces looking at him curiously especially the new secretary infront of his office.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asked in a bored tone, staring at the Omega with disinterest as he wasn't a pro hero he wasn't worth her time "no, I'm here to drop something off" (name) said with a small frown as she stopped him from just going in "Dynamite doesnt like people barging into his office"

"I can promise you he won't get upset, now please let me pass" (name) said because at this point the new secretary was infront of the Omega and despite the scent patches on her neck she was very obviously an alpha just by her stance and the slightly condicending look she gave the Omega.

"Oi! I been calling you on the buzzer for five minutes! The fuck are you--- baby what are you doing here?" Bakugo instantly became calm for his Omega when he noticed his presence "what's going on here? Why didn't you just come in baby"

"You forgot to tell your secretary about your mate" (name) said, not throwing the secretary under the bus because despite her attitude she was just following her orders but he did stare down his husband who just ushered him into the office that was a little messy "I brought you enough food for the next few days and some treats" (name) said softly, moving on from the little mishap as bus alpha led him to the couch and set the food on the coffee table "you didn't have to baby" Bakugo said softly, a complete 180 from his hostile persona he usually held "can't let my alpha starve" (name) said letting Bakugo guide him into his lap when the blond sat down.

Bakugo was unahsamed when he began heavily scenting his mate, nosing his scent gland and mating mark "Alpha...not here" (name) mumbled and Bakugo just nipped at his scent gland "hush pup" he mumbled and went about his nonsense with a shit eating grin.

"YO BAKUBRO! I BROUGHT THE LAST OF THE FI---Oh my" kirishima looked shocked as he took in the bakugos kissing and scenting "FUCK OUT OF HERE SHITTY HAIR!" Bakugo yelled angrily but (name) was already off him and fixing himself up "Hello Eijiro! How are you!" And like that (name) was pretending that he wasn't just caught about to do something inappropriate with his alpha but was very obviously embarrassed "I'm alright! You two seem to be very happy" he teased as he dropped folders onto bakugos desk as (name) just blushed at this and kirishima noticed the food and tried to sneakily go to it "Oi shitty hair! Back off! That's my shit"

"C'mon man! (Name)s food is addictive!"

"I don't give a shit, keep your grubby hands away!"

(Name) smiled at the two best friends bicker, despite his mates harsh words there was no real bite behind them.

The three eventually sat at the couch with their prefered drinks, Bakugo not letting his mate go and serve it claiming since he made food he has to sit his ass down "so is everyone staying for these three days?" (Name) asked curiously and the two heros nodded and (name) looked unimpressed "baby you better be getting them food, they aren't surviving off the food from convenience store I saw down the street" (name) said seriously, staring down his mate and Kirishima wanted to laugh because this little Omega was the only one who could bring the brute that was Bakugo down to his knees with a look.

"...I will have someone order food"

"Every day they have to be here, three meals"

"...yes baby"

Bakugo was whipped for this Omega and everyone agreed it was for the better, (name) balanced him out "thank you baby" (name) said sweetly and kissed his cheek "its getting late, I will make sure you have an escort alright?" Bakugo said gruffly but with no hostility as he scented his Omega one last time "be safe baby" (name) said hugging his alpha before leaving, kirishima noticing he left his sweater deliberately for Katsuki.

Kirishima sighed at this.

He really needed a mate.

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Nothing else matters...

Scream fanfiction

word count: 4,9k

warnings: blood, canon typical violence, death, graphic scenes, death of a main character, Scream 6 spoilers, not greatly written madness arc, spoilers for all the Screams, madness, angst, loss, sorrow and anguish, not native english speaker writing, mad!Sam

Summary: You leave Woodsboro with your girlfriend and friends, just for your past to chase after. Sam is dancing on the edge of despair.

a.n.: Been working on this for a little while. The base idea was mine, but @chefboiblobbies helped a lot with giving me inspiration, and being the most wholesome human one could wish for while writing. Thanks a lot!

a.n.2.: This was NOT planned to be this angsty when I started writing. Still, love that it turned out this way. Lil' "fluff" at the end! Also I'm not a native english person, don't stone me for writing something badly please.

Pairing(s): Tara Carpenter x fem!Reader

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When Tara met you in Woodsboro high school, she never expected to fall for you. Yet she did. Hard. It didn’t require much time for you to ask her out too. Love was in the air, and it was as if you were meant together. You carried her books for her, got overprotective when Wes showed up and chased away her bullies more than once. Mindy made sure to let you know how cute you two looked which always resulted in Tara hiding in your neck, red from embarrassment.

Then she got attacked. You never left the hospital neither her side, not once. When Ghostface came for her, you stood beside her and got carved up. Again. For this happened to you before. Everybody in Woodsboro knew this. You were one of the survivors of the last attacks, when your sister and Charlie Walker decided to follow the tradition of the town. When the big reveal happened, Jill stabbed you and left you to die. The events still haunt you in your dreams.

After what happened then, you were offered to move in with Kirby, and you gladly accepted. She made sure to be the sister that you lost and helped you in any way possible. You were often visited by Gale and Sydney too, to make sure everything is okay. Everything was certainly not okay, but you managed just fine. You started high school two years after Kirby finished it.

Tara and you met on her first year at Woodsboro high. She was so lost it was almost written on her face, so you offered to help which she gladly accepted. After that you took her around school, showed her around. You quickly became friends, and you joined her friend circle as well. Until then, you were more like a lonely island with walls raised so high, the sun couldn't be seen at the top. The moment you two started getting along, these walls crumbled down like they were made of cards that got blown at.

You were so scared for her when you got the news from the police about the attack. You rushed to the hospital and barged in her room, not caring about the angry voices behind you. She was sleeping peacefully, her heartbeat monitors beeping at a steady state. You held her hand until she waked, high from all the painkillers she got. She was even cuter now. Cute, beautiful, and fragile. You wanted nothing more than to protect her. You got the chance to do that, not long after.

When Ghostface came after her, Dewey managed to shoot the killer three times with your help. You got stabbed the same amount beforehand, trying to protect Tara from the deadly blade. Then the late sheriff made the mistake of confronting the killer alone.

The shared trauma bonded you two even more. There wasn’t a night that you spent apart after the events cuddling and sleeping together, fearing to ever lose to other. When on Sam's decision they moved to New York, you followed suit, making sure to live close to them. Late night calls from Tara were often. Her nightmares always making her shiver and tremble until she was in your arms.

One day you were cuddling together in her bed, watching a movie. You were both relaxed, leaving the memories behind. You thought it was in the past now. You thought you would be able to move on, continue with your life. You were wrong.

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After the grocery store, Sam didn't know who to trust. The movement of Ghostface was familiar. Her father's voice inside her head told her it was someone she loved. She ignored him.

She was dazed while Bailey questioned them. Didn't know where to look, what to do. She told him her alibi, then stayed in dead silence, half-listening to what you and Tara were saying.

When Bailey left and you two started to follow suit, she also joined. Her mind was still hazy and full of rage. She didn't know what to do with it. It was as if it were bottled up in her, but she couldn't take of the cap.

"Kirby!" She heard you exclaim in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello Y/N" she said before also acknowledging the other two women in the hallway.

"You know each other?" Bailey asked.

"Yes. Sam was a junior in Woodsboro high when I was a senior. With Y/N, we've known each other since..." Kirby stopped clearing her throat and looking at you. "Well, since 2011" she finished.

"She and her family looked out for me after my sister decided to end ours... I can't be more thankful for that" you said as you walked up to hug her tightly. She didn't protest and hugged you back.

"I've missed you" she sighed.

"Me too" you said, poking your chin into her neck. "But you haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"

"I would really like to know that too" Bailey said, inching a little closer.

"I take special interest in Ghostface cases" Kirby started. "Last year I wasn't allowed to do my job for being too green, but now I got clearance. I'll help with your investigation detective."

When you walked back to the Carpenters Sam asked you; "How much do you trust her?"

You looked back, disbelief flooding your face. "With my heart and soul. She would never hurt me in any way shape or form." You answered when you realised, she was really awaiting an answer.

"Good."

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The events unfolded way quicker than Sam would have liked it. Anika and Quinn were dead, killed by Ghostface in her apartment. Bailey has crumbled to pieces. Tara and you were glued together, Mindy was furious and exhausted. To make matters worse for Sam, Gale showed up again offering her help. She enjoyed the reporter's presence but she was high up on the suspect list.

Gale was nice with you as always, making sure you were okay or at least healthy. Of course you were not okay, your best friend, Quinn died. How does someone deal with that?

The reporter leaded the group to a cinema, where Sam tensed. Memories flashed through her mind that weren't hers. To add to the plate, her father was back again, whispering and influencing her in ways that seemed more and more acceptable.

Objects of the late Ghostface killings were displayed. The television, that ended Stu Macher, the blade your sister had used, even blueprints and drawings of the original house. Everything was here.

You had episodes too. Memories of that fateful night at Kirby's old house. Your sister's face as she grinned at you raised her hand and... You cut it out. Turned around and didn't look back until you left the stage to comfort your shaken girlfriend.

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After the attack on Gale both you and Sam were on your heels. You both wanted revenge and with Tara’s idea, a plan was formed. It wasn’t that complicated; the only thing for you to do was to stay vigilant the whole time. The grid hallway would trap anyone who would come inside after you and then Kirby would shoot them. No compromise, no jail, and no police. With Mindy and Ethan being cut of from the team, you started without them. Kirby locked the shaft and held onto the gun. Sam protested but the agent wouldn’t hear any of it.

Kirby decided to sweep the are one more time, before getting comfortable. Tara and Chad went to the bar of the cinema, to try and find something edible. Sam, drawn by an invisible force went upstage to the mannequins. You followed her, trying hard not to look at that robe.

Sam kept walking towards the middle figure. Step by step she got closer, the air around her suddenly becoming suffocating. Her heartbeat was out the roof once she pressed her fingers lightly on the glass door. Then she saw his face, reflecting at her. Wide warm smile on his face as if he was welcoming her home. Maybe he was.

“All hail Sam Loomis!” he said “You know there’s only one way this will end for good. With you, finishing my job.”

“Shut up” she mumbled effortlessly.

“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy… You just don’t learn, do you?” he asked. “Pick up my legacy and finish the job.”

“Please…”

“He isn’t wrong you know” this was a new voice. A woman’s voice coming from behind her. Sam turned around and saw herself, just older. No, this wasn’t her. This was… “When I tried to get revenge for my pretty boy, they killed me and made a movie out of it!” Nancy’s voice was low, full of hatred. “But you! You still have the chance to avenge our family!”

“N-“ Sam started but was cut of again by yet another new voice.

“They don’t deserve to live!” her voice sounded familiar. Sam turned right, to see who’s speaking and found you. No, this wasn’t you either. “They all cheated death. What makes them think they can escape his cold, white grasp?”

“That’s the catch!” Billy spoke again and chuckled. “No one can! No matter if they die sooner, so this may not happen again and let others live for more! It doesn’t mean a thing. Why protect them then?”

“There really is no point babe!” now, Sam knew who this was coming from. It haunted her in her dreams and made her days miserable as well. “Why wouldn’t you hunt down and slice up those, who have wronged you? Just think about all the slicing you could do. It felt good to slice me up, didn’t it?"

Yes.

“Imagine how good it would feel to kill your haters.” Amber spoke from beside Richie. “Oh! What a gran finale that would be!”

“You would be a star!” Charlie appeared. “Loved by everyone!”

No. Feared!

“Feared would be even better wouldn’t it Sammy?” Billy spoke as if he heard her thoughts. Maybe he did. Maybe he was right.

“We all know failure, there is no denying it” Roman said. “You could beat everyone of us! The one that got away. The one that finished the job. The one that could kill Sydney fuckin’ Prescott.”

“Now wouldn’t that be just… Liberating?” said Mickey while gently caressing her back.

Maybe.

Sam could feel his hand getting grabbed and yanked upward. As she turned towards the man who yanked her arm, she could feel shaky breathing on her fingers. Stu was holding her half laughing, half panting. Maniac smile plastered on his face. “The moment when the knifey enters the body! It’s so… Uplifting!” he yelled and threw her hand up, to prove himself. “You know I’m right.” he growelled.

Yes.

“You’ve felt it” Billy joined in the chanting.

Yes!

“And you want to taste it again” almost all of them were yelling at this point.

And again, and again, and again.

“Finish the job…” Billy said, looking deeply in her eyes.

Before Sam could answer him, she got turned around, away from the glass. You were holding her shoulders, lightly shaking her up.

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You needed to do something. Sam had been staring at her father’s robes for almost five minutes now mumbling and shaking. So, you did the only thing you could. You grabbed her by her shoulders and yanked her away.

Something changed in her. You saw it the moment she turned and broke the trans state she got in. Your brain could register Tara's laughter in the distance, but you didn't pay attention to it right now. Sam's eyes were burning with hatred, and you weren't sure it was not directed towards you.

"Everything okay?" You asked, worry in your voice.

She didn't answer, just looked at you like you asked her whether she wants to die. After a few moments, her eyes widened, and her expressions softened. She put one of her hands on your shoulder reassuringly and spoke quietly.

"Yes. Sorry for that. I just..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, because her phone rang, Bailey showing up on the screen. You pointed towards it, gesturing for her to pick up. She nodded and pressed the green button on the screen.

"Hel..." she started, but was interrupted again, frustration washing over her face. You could hear Bailey's voice but couldn't make out what he said. It was something about Kirby and the FBI. Sam's expression changed to fear, to anger and then to determination. She hung up, ripped open her father's cabinet and picked up the bloody knife. She looked at you in disbelief, like she was reconciling something.

"You said you vouch for Kirby being on our side!"

"Because she is!" You said, your voice trembling with fear at the recognition of her words.

"Well, Bailey just told me she was suspended from the FBI a year ago, for unpredictable behaviour" Sam told you. "She was lying to us this whole time!"

What? How could this be? Could Kirby really be a cold-blooded killer? The woman who treated you like her sister when yours turned out to be a psycho. The one that protected you and took care of you after the events of 2011. It couldn't be. It can't be.

"Well, she very much looks guilty now" Sam answered you. As it turns out, that last part, you said out loud.

You couldn't move from the shock. It was as if you were glued to the ground, the weight of pressure finally nailing you down. You didn't even register Sam storming of to find Kirby. You couldn't comprehend anything that was happening around you. It was like if the robes around you faces had, all of them staring you down. One of them was smiling. Oh, how you missed that smile.

She was there, in the place of the mannequin. Her hair messy like the last time you saw her, knife in hand. Sydney on the floor, under her watchful gaze. There were other bodies, but none of them recognisable. The moment flashed vividly before you. Your sisters face changed when she understood what you were seeing. Her smile turned from the one that you loved so much to one that you feared. One you were terrified of. The same she stabbed you with more times you wanted to remember.

"Looks like our friend finally came to her senses" Jill said as she started to giggle. The giggling quickly turned into laughter, then to shrieking. You dropped to your knees, crying, screaming at her to stop. She didn't. You could feel the other Ghostfaces moving from their places behind you, each having the same purpose; to slice you up like they did to Quinn.

You were crumbling on the floor, the weight feeling impossibly heavy, when a scream woke you. You turned to its direction. It came from the bar. Why was that important? Oh right, your girlfriend was there. Why did that matter?

It hit you like a train. In seconds you were running to the others. The sight that welcomed you was worse than what you lived through just moments ago. Two Ghostfaces had Chad on his knees, taking turns on striking their knifes into him. Tara was held back by a frozen Sam, Kirby nowhere to be seen. You rushed towards the Carpenters, pulling them backwards but for no avail. Sam was rooted to her space, holding onto Tara so hard, you were afraid for her. Blood was pumping in your ear, muffling the sounds of the Ghostfaces work and Tara's pleads and screams.

You tried again, this time more forcefully. You didn't expect what would happen. With lightning speed, Sam shoved you forcefully backwards, pushing Tara back as well. Then she shot out with a speed you have never seen yet. In just milliseconds she threw herself onto one of the attackers, tackling them. Then she strook down with the knife.

You couldn't believe your eyes. The other Ghostface quickly threw Chad to the floor, trying to help his accomplice but he wasn't successful. Sam blocked the attack by punching away the hand that held the knife and plunged her own inside of him, tearing on his robes. He fell over, a feminine scream leaving her. Sam was over her in an instant, driving her blade into her once again. The other threw himself onto Sam getting her off her. When he tried to stab her, she punched him in the neck and tried to disarm him, since her knife was still in the other Ghostface. She gripped his hand, hard and smacked it against the wall beside them.

You started moving to help, but then saw the raging fire that was burning inside Sam's eyes, and you froze. She wasn't the woman you knew. She was more like a version of her that reminded you of... Of Jill. The raw strength, the rage, the hatred. Every little detail reminded you of her, of the ruthless predator that sliced you up. The sister that showed no remorse in trying to eradicate her family.

So, you just watched, Tara in your arms, also frozen. Her sobs stopped and was now watching horrified of what her sister does.

A gunshot's sounded through the room, its discord slowly fading away. You snapped your head back, seeing Bailey edging towards you with Kirby held as a hostage wounds on her stomach and arms, blood dribbling out of them. You saw that he knew you were there too, but his eyes were fixated on what was happening on the other side of the room. You turned back, in time to see Sam pulling the knife through one of their throats and spinning quickly behind the other, placing the blade on their now exposed neck, drawing blood. The other stumbled to the floor like a ragdoll.

"Put. Her. Down." Bailey spitted out, voice full of loss and hatred.

Sam laughed before answering, a manic smile plastered on her face. Her eyes were filled with joy and fulfilment as she held back the other woman, who was struggling against her firm, unescapable grip. "How nice of you to join the party that you orchestrated. I've been waiting for you!"

"How did you know it was me?" He asked tearing up at the sight of one of the Ghostfaces dropping to the floor. This was the moment you realised how deeply you were betrayed. Not just by him, but by your best friend too. You looked at the Ghostface that was held captive by Sam, disgust written all over your face.

"Should you be really worried about that with a knife held to your bitch daughter's throat?" She asked back, her voice trembling from joy. "I would just need to press a little harder and your family would be o-ver" and she did, carving into the flesh to make her point. "Every one of you, killed by me. Ironic, isn't it? Since you were the ones that tried to fuck with mine" she growled the last sentence.

"What..." was the only thing that left Tara, her voice dying in her throat.

"Oh, don't you worry sweety. I figured it out. I figured out how to end this once and for all!" Her excitement was palpable.

"H- How will you do it?" You asked, fearing the answer.

"I will kill everyone who had anything to do with any of this. After that, no one will do it, ever again!"

A chill ran down your spine. Her smile was like a wretched and rotten corpse ready to be cremated. She was talking about everyone and both you and Tara knew it. You knew you were on the list that formed inside her head.

"We need to get out of here" you whispered to Tara, who nodded slightly.

“Let her go and I will let Kirby walk away” Bailey started. It was like he didn’t hear what Sam just spoke about. “This is between you and me!”

“I should have known it was you from the start!” Sam stated pointing at Bailey with her blade. “You know, you have the same nose as your son. The earlobes are similar as well. How was I this stupid?! I wonder if your screams and whimpers are the same as well.”

Bailey’s face darkened at that sentence. He went rigid, his muscles tensing, veins showing on his face.

“That’s it!” Sam called out, victorious grin on her face. “Show your daughter what a monster you really are!”

You leaned down to Tara, whispering in her ear. “When I push, you run behind the counter. Don’t look back. I will be right behind you…”

As the last word escaped your mouth, Bailey pushed Kirby away from himself and shot at Sam three times. Immediately you pushed Tara, who started ducking and running towards the location you told her. You saw Sam taking cover, using Quinn as a human shield. You rushed for Kirby, yanking her by her arm and dragging herself with you. Another shot was fired, and you felt immense pain in your left leg. With a final force you pushed Kirby forward and fell to the floor. She made it. She must have made it.

You looked back behind your shoulders to see Sam racing towards her enemy. Two additional shots were fired but neither one hit Sam, who was now on her opponent striking down with her blade. She stabbed him two times in the stomach, then pulled her blade high, and finally plunging it in Bailey’s face. His blood dribbled out, covering Sam. She tasted the blood and revelled in the feeling. You looked where she was originally positioned. Quinn had her mask taken of a huge opening in her throat, gasping for air that would never come. Not long after, her moans also faded away leaving silence in the room. You fearfully watched Sam whose eyes were wide as if she just had the most fulfilling euphoria in her life.

Sam sat over Bailey, still as a statue. You didn’t dare to move either. Whatever happened to her, you didn’t feel like she was safe. You were right.

As the blood from her blade dropped to the floor, her head snapped to where you were, her eyes wide. She slowly started moving towards you, while you desperately tried to push yourself further away from her. You could hear low whispers coming from the counter, so you made even more noise, trying to keep them hidden.

“Oh, Y/N” Sam started. “I’m sorry it had come to this. Truly…”

“Sam” you started shaking. “Sam stop! What are you doing?!”

“Tell me where my sister is and I swear I’ll make this quick for you” she said, then plunged the knife deep into your stomach. You didn’t need to try making sounds now to cover for your girlfriend. The scream that left you was louder than you imagined you could be.

“Where. Is. She?”

“Fuck you- Arghh!” you moaned out in pain as she twisted the knife in you.

“Sam stop!” Tara cried out, standing up from behind the counter. “Why…”

“To stop this from happening ever again. I thought I said this already.” she answered while standing up. From below, you could see the cuts and wounds that were left by the Ghostfaces. How is she still moving? “Now come here! I’ll promise it will be painless.”

“You’re crazy” you huffed out but got cut of with a kick from her into your open wound. You curled into a little ball, muffling your sounds whit a hand tucked inside your mouth.

“Tara, I won’t kill her until you left us, so you don’t have to see her die! Her pain is on you.”

Tara’s eyes widened even more and stumbled backwards, still not believing her eyes and ears. “Don’t say that.”

“Oh, but it is” she chuckled. “Don’t you see? This could have ended by now.”

You noticed something moving behind Sam, but your eyes were too blurry with tears to identify it. You could tell it was someone not something, but no more.

“Tara, sweety. Just come here. I’m not in the mood to play catch.”

“You won’t need to” said a voice behind Sam, making her spin around. You wasted no time, and jumped to tackle her by her feet, screaming in pain while doing it. You felt a sharp sensation in your shoulders, as she plunged it into you, but you managed to throw her of, grabbing her legs as hard as you could to make her unable to stand up.

This was something you and Kirby practised for months while living together. As soon as you heard her voice, you knew what you had to do. So, you did it. Holding onto her legs with slippery, bloody hands was way more challenging than you thought, but it did the trick. You could hear Kirby running closer, trying to hold Sam down as well. Even your best wasn’t enough for her. She managed to get one of her legs free, kicking you forcefully of and focusing then on the agent before her.

You could do nothing but to watch as they scrambled of the nearest weapon, fighting over who gets a hold of it quicker. You didn’t see clearly but you knew Sam was winning. Then you felt the sharp sensation in your shoulders again, as someone pulled the blade out of it. You bit your lips not to scream out and give away the third opponent Sam had.

You saw Tara rushing toward them and stabbing her sister in the back. As she screamed out in pain, Kirby ripped the gun out of her hands, quickly pointing at her and pulling the trigger. It didn’t go of. The blonde cursed and threw herself at Sam but got kicked away. You started crawling towards them.

You saw your brunette getting smacked against the wall and dropping to the ground. Sam stood up and looked at her, hesitating for a moment. That was all you needed to reach her, trying to rip her leg out from under her. She cursed, but left Tara alone and turned towards you kicking your arm. You screamed even louder as you could feel and hear the bone crack. She crouched down to lift your head looking in your eyes. Your sight was darkening, you could feel yourself passing out. Or away.

“Bye Y/N” she said as she raised her arm to strike down.

You hearing was muffled after that, but you heard someone screaming, and you didn’t feel the cold steel inside you. The last thing you saw was her body dropping to the floor before your sight darkened and all you could see was black.

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When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. Your throat felt soar, and everything hurt like hell. Your right hand was hanging from a suspension. As you tried to move your other hand to touch it, you felt warm fingers around your palm. You moved your eyes over and saw Tara, bloody face, and even bloodier clothes. Her eyes were shining with hope and happiness as she looked at you.

“Hey!” she said softly.

You tried to say something, but your throat was too sore. The only thing you managed to get out of you was a low growl. She chuckled at even that, smile wider than ever. A nurse handed you a glass of water, which you gladly accepted and drank from it slowly, your stomach hurting form every little movement. After that Tara asked for some privacy, which the nurse gave you.

“I thought I lost you Y/N. I did, for four minutes.”

“What happened?” you struggled to say every letter of these two words.

Tara’s face darkened, her face overcoming with sorrow. You wanted nothing else than to take back your words, but you couldn’t. A tear fell down her face as she took a deep breath, to explain.

“After you saved me, Sam was about to strike you down, when I got up and stabbed her twenty-eight times” her voice dropped, low and slow. She couldn’t look at you. “After that, I picked up Bailey’s handgun which was hidden in his boot and did the same thing as Sam did with Richie. Just with the whole barrel.”

You held her hand tightly, gripping it harder than ever. She finally looked at you, your eyes connecting. Her sorrow, hate and desperation could all be seen. Immediately she started tearing up and moments later she was crying herself out beside you, while you whispered soothing words to her.

You didn’t know how much you held her, and how much time did you two spending crying, but it didn’t matter. Her body pressed to your side, rising, and dropping with every in- and exhale. It was the only calming thing you had right now, so you gripped onto her as tight as you could.

“The others don’t know yet” she said, between two sobs.

“The others?” you managed to ask back.

“Mindy and Chad survived. So did Kirby, but she was there. Sam saved Chad by rushing towards Ethan. Gale wanted to visit you too, but they didn’t let her leave her room. I refused to leave your side. Wanted to be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you” you said, tearing up again. “Thank you so much Tara.”

She didn’t answer, just curled up even more beside you.

“I love you Y/N” she said finally, voice low and unsure. “Nothing else mattered to me, but you. Nothing else matters.”

“I love you too” you said inhaling her smell. “I would do anything for you.” Then you chuckled and pulled a little away, to be able to look her in the eyes. “Took us long enough don’t you think?”

She nodded, and went back to curl up beside you, her face in your neck. You placed your hand around her, inhaling her again. She filled your senses, pain dissipating, thoughts evening out. There was nothing you could think of but her as you drifted back to sleep.

#my stuff #fanfiction #scream fanfiction #dark!Samantha #Samantha Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Tara x reader #Jenna Ortega #Jenna Ortega x reader #GF!Samantha #detective Bailey #Quinn Bailey #Mindy Meeks #Chad Meeks #Scream #Scream VI #scream 6 #Scream six spoilers #Kirby Reed #Billy Loomis #Stu Macher #Jill Roberts #Gale Weathers #Nancy Loomis #Charlie Walker #Ethan Bailey #Mickey Altieri #Amber Freeman #Richie Kirsch #Roman Bridger

[ohmytomorrowisthursday]

AOT characters in university

Hiii this is my first post like this. It is literally so unserious and silly please don’t take it personally if I roast ur fave. Some of these are soooo dumb but I hope u enjoy! 

cw: drugs, weed, drinking

Floch: this dude is 100% in a frat. The guy who stands at the door decides who gets in. For the boys in absolutely every possible way. Has punched multiple holes through walls. Doesn’t talk in class, if he does his whole personality is based on being a frat boy for life. Finance major. Always wants to be ‘devil’s advocate’ in class debates. Says edgy shit just to get a rise out of people. Scared of Erwin. Posts thirst traps on instagram. Is part of the boxing club. Has never read a single page of any text book ever, just watches YouTube videos to learn. 

Connie: You meet him during freshman orientation and he is now your ride or die. He’s outgoing and makes friends easily, but would 100% rather spend Friday nights playing video games and smoking weed with his friends instead of going to a party. Calls his mom often. Studying accounting because he wants to have a stable job. Makes lo-fi tracks and posts them on YouTube. Skips his morning classes because he refuses to get up for his 8am’s. He won’t plan anything but is always a good time when he comes out. Loves going for Korean barbecue. Loves watching reality tv and talking about it in the group chat.

Jean: Certified stressed and depressed. Definitely studying comp-sci even though he’d rather be in the arts. Is in your English class and even tho he complains about the work he still would rather write essays than look at his coding. Talks so much shit about the frats, still tried to join and never stops talking about them. Will  get into a fight with Eren during frosh week.  His mom also calls him all the time but he gets super embarrassed when she does. Brings all of his laundry home over break so that she can do it. Jean is always looking for a good time, he’s definitely planning nights out and trying to get the full college experience. Something embarrassing always happens when he goes out on the weekend and Connie and Sasha always make sure to remind him of it. The person you’d call for advice when you’re having a bad day.

Levi: Sick of it and annoyed. Philosophy major. Always debates in class and wins. You met him through Hange. You see him at the gym super late at night, between 11pm-1am when no one else is around. Hates big parties- especially frat parties- but always will text u asking how it is and if you want to leave. He likes to cook and invites you to come over to eat. Likes dressing nice for class. Uses black mechanical pencils and exclusively takes notes in black muji notebooks. Likes dark humour and will only talk in the group chat to add some sarcastic remark. Always drinking tea (duh) out of the same reusable mug. Likes going to low-key gatherings with his friends and playing card games and chess. Volunteers for the student food bank. Makes Spotify playlists. Has insomnia and will answer every and all texts you send, no matter what time it is.  LOVES to talk shit and roast people who he thinks are elitist, mean and hypocritical, especially Zeke. Works as a TA and is always busy and grumpy, but his friends keep him sane.

Historia: Wants to be a veterinarian. Quiet but kind. Has a really aesthetic instagram and is always posting cute coffee shops and pictures of her pets. Her girlfriend Ymir is literally the opposite of her and they both make u laugh. You sit beside her in class because she has a gentle chill vibe and always has extra pencils to give you. Offers you gum. Would give you a tampon if u needed it. Not really in any clubs but you see her studying at cafe’s and she always says hi. 10/10 sweetie. Knits in class.

Eren: President of the frat. He doesn’t even know how he ended up here but now he’s the guy. Kind of nice when he’s alone or in class but an absolute dick when he hangs out with the boys. Gets everyone at the party fired up. His girlfriend and his best friend are so nice. Wants to be a CEO, has no idea what his business will be. Wakes up early to go to the gym and never stops talking about it. Undefeated in Catan and Risk. Secretly a reddit lurker. You helped him study for biology once and he was actually very nice to you. Invites you to the frat parties on the weekend, but doesn’t really talk to you when you go. Loves karaoke and will always find a mic to sing into wherever he is and always picks Britney Spears songs lol. 

Hange: SCIENCE MAJOR. Literally the most outgoing person you’ve ever met. Befriends you in biology and helps you study. Has so many niche interest and friends from each of their hobbies. Brings all of their friends together to hang out and its the most random group of people you’ve ever seen, but everyone still gets along. Encourages you to go to the gym, and is always hitting legs. Definitely signed up for some sports leagues; is in co-ed soccer, basketball and softball. Athletic and smart. Wants to be a marine biologist to understand life under the sea and could talk about it for hours. The person who would drag you from your depression hole after finals season. In 4th year but knows people of all ages. So nice; you miss them when they graduate. 

Sasha: Environmental science major. Loves nature and is part of a hiking club. Smokes weed and makes the most delicious sandwiches ever. Always hanging out with Jean and Connie, loves playing smash bros. Gets along with absolutely everyone and is invited to everything because she’s the most fun. Is so good at beer pong and always wins tournaments. She has the craziest stories. Gives u a sweater for no reason, she’s just the type to do it. Goes on runs every day and has a dog at home that she misses soooo much. Comes back from winter break and gives everyone cookies. Not really the type to date but everyone has a crush on her. Sends the funniest memes to the group chat. FaceTimes you with a wild story while she’s walking across campus. Always has snacks in her dorm room. 

Erwin: Law student that has a degree in political science. Active member of the student society and always trying to get better food in the dining hall. Is your tutor and is sooooo nice. Gives u advice on how to make it through university. You could ask him any question and he would be able to help you. Likes to read. Him and Armin are your late night library friends. Loves to talk about deep random scenarios with you. Drinks black coffee and he’s muscular but you’ve never seen him eat. Is too busy trying to network in the legal field to go out to parties, but when he does he’s always the most popular person there. Used to be an athlete but doesn't really talk about it. Would walk you home from a bar to make sure you get home safe. Has no tolerance for bullshit and is ruthless to mean people; you’re happy that he is your friend. Would send you book recommendations to read over the summer. Plays chess with Levi. 

Mikasa: Her major is undecided. You meet her at the gym. She always works out late and is seemingly only ever studying or doing her daily circuit. Isn’t outgoing but is nice when approached. Not really into parties or big events but will come out for dinner or go on a walk with you after class. Her boyfriend is the president of the frat and they couldn’t be more different but she still loves him and says that he is a sweetie with her. Loves it when pet-a-dog day comes around. Enjoys spending time in the women’s centre on campus. She tells every girl that she meets that if they ever need help they can call her and she means it. The frat guys are terrified of her. Has an instagram with two pictures and they’re both of flowers. Likes collecting tiny figurines. Plans self-defence classes for the girls. 

Reiner: Bruh Reiner is 100% that transfer kid who still wears his old universities hoodie EVERY DAY. History major and way too into WWII. Likes to read for fun. Loves bears and will send you the cutest tiktoks. Look like he could kill you - is a cinnamon roll. Sad boy energy and loves to watch rom-coms. Listens to emo music and Kpop while he's working out. He knows where the best lookouts are. Likes older women lol. He loves going for all you can eat wings. Will have the highest grades in the class but never seem to actually study. Wants to be a teacher. Likes painting nice little pictures. Does yoga. 

Armin: Another day-one friend. You meet him in your math class and the two of you get through it together. He is kind and always remembers stories that you tell him. Loves going to arcade bars and doing anything that involves a challenge. Engineering student. Loves to solve riddles and play Zelda. Watches the planet earth series and sends you facts that he learns about animals. Knows when the next meteor shower is happening and will drive the friend group out to go stargazing. Is doing a study abroad in a different country so that he can learn a new language and see things from a different perspective. Despite being more shy and reserved, he is an absolute riot when drunk and makes everyone dance with him. He always brings the best snacks to late night study sessions.

Zeke: Philosophy major and literally will take whatever side of the argument Levi is against. Fighting with strangers on twitter and believes his opinion is always right. Will give you his opinion about your life even if you don’t ask for it. TA’s a class and is ridiculously hard on everyone when he’s grading papers. Hot and popular but emotionally unavailable because of his daddy issues. Wants his PHD mostly just to flex lol. Is on the baseball team and is always fidgeting with his hands. Has expensive taste in food and likes craft beer and nice wine. Has broad knowledge but its not deep. Wears boujie clothes and has a nice backpack. Prefers backpacking over staying in hotels because he thinks it is more ‘authentic’. Can speak multiple languages. Loves writing silly notes on your papers. Says that he is too good for the frats but still is there with Eren and Floch every Friday night lol. 

#attack on titan #aot fandom #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #armin aot #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #levi aot #levi ackerman #connie aot #jean kirstein #zeke yeager #reiner #historia #aot erwin #hange zoe #hange zöe #aot floch #sasha blouse #aot sasha #aot au

[1800-page-not-found]

umm, i've always been too shy to ask for a request for my favorite orv character, but i guess it's now or never i think. If it's not too much trouble, could you make a yandere yoo joonghyuk x regressor reader? (I've never seen someone write a yandere yjh And I always thought yjh has a lot of material to cover if he was a yandere, it can be any kind of scenario or headcanons of what a yandere yoo joonghyuk would be like for his reader/s/o, I hope that this could be understood because I'm not very good at English and I'm still practicing. ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙( my first language its Spanish maybe it's for that 😭, sorry if this request sounds weird or something) (btw reader can be fem or gn I don't mind (ﾉ´∀｀*)

awh im so happy you got the courage to request hehe your english is amazing!! <33

yandere yjh x regressor reader

Yjh's pov

Regressing over and over again... tiring...so tiring. But you by my side with our memories, we'll be able to get through this together. Oh how i love you so. I can't imaging life without you. Please don't leave me. You cant leave me.

Your pov

I open my eyes to see the train again. I'm tired of this all.

[kill one or more living organisms]

i stared at the blue screen blankly. Why me? My eyes dulled at the sight of everyone panicking. you should all be hoping you die soon, the future holds only living hell. i hung my head low. That man...That wretched man. why must he come to me? A pipe was swung at my head as a passenger tried to kill me. It hurt. a lot. but what hurt more was knowing that he would always find me. I closed my eyes.

[you have died]

=

I open my eyes to see the train again. I suppose dying on the train isn't too bad.

[kill one or more living organisms]

....

A pipe was swung at my head as a passenger tried to kill me.

[you have died]

=

I open my eyes to see the train again. This is nice. my new home. Without him. I wonder how he must feel.

....

[you have died]

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[you have died]

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[you have died]

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[you have died]

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............[you have died]..........[you have died].........[you have died]

=

I open my eyes to see the train again. But. Its different. Someone's shadow covers my body. I look up to find the man who gave me hell.

Why?

"You shouldn't have done all that. Do you know what I've had to do to regress to you?" A tightening grip on my wrist. It seems those days, weeks, months, regressing in the first scenario are over. My gaze meets his. I feel fear for the first time in a while. This man...is a man of few words. He speaks through actions. These actions are violence.

He sighed. "Will you fucking reply? I'm not talking to a brick wall here am i?" I stare at him blankly. I see. He's grown increasingly less patient. What can you really expect from a man like him. "Sorry." Now that i am in his view, I must not make him mad. Of course im scared but...i'm used to this behavior of his. somewhat similar to a child of sorts. "Sorry? Is that what you fucking call this?" He grabbed a fist full of my hair. I wince in pain. "I-I missed you love." That always gets him. He let go of my hair and hugged me. "I'm sorry [name]...you made me do this."

"Yes this is my fault. I'm sorry." A stab though his abdomen wounded him. I watched as he died. If only i could do this every times. Passing the first scenario and the constellation sponsor, i focused on rallying the allies he once had.

~~timeskip

anna croft. i liked her. after all, an enemy of an enemy is a friend. but now i am well aware that she'd sacrifice me too if it meant achieving her goal. I must play my cards well.

~~timeskip

ah. it seems i have fainted. i look out he window. is this the infamous demon realm? A man strides through the door.

No..it cant be! I-I killed him! Fuck! did something go wrong? "Are you feeling better dear? it was troubling to turn you into a demon but it was definitely worth it." He smiled sickeningly sweetly at me. Demon? What-What does he mean by that? I felt the top of my head but in place of where some hair should be was a pair of horns instead. "What did you do to me?.." I started to cry. I though- I thought i had escaped him! That I could be free and happy once more. Why? What went wrong?

"Ah you must be concerned of my well being! How kind of you to do so after stabbing me." I noticed the cold heavy metal chains that were connected to the bed frame. He slowly un chained the bed and chained it to himself.

~~

I became...some sort of pet of his. Asmodeus, the demon king, was certainly amused. Turns out he had helped the vile creature in coming back to life rather than regressing. And for some reason, I couldn't die.

"I love you, [name]." He kissed my forehead goodnight. "See how happy we are? why did you want to stop me? stop us? I hope you have reflected on yourself..." He smiled at me, petting my head softly.

This really is hell.

#yandere yoo joonghyuk #yandere omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv x reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint x reader #yjh x reader #yoo joonghyuk #yoo joonghyuk x reader #yjh #yandere yoo joonghyuk x reader

[nekoannie-chan]

Love or curse?

Title: Love or curse?

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 579 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You and Steve hate each other, or not?

Major Tags: Love bug, curse.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 4:

"Love bug.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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You ran as fast as you could to escape; although you had failed to obtain the Darkhold, you had obtained another important element. You mentally cursed Steve, telling him that you were not the right one for the mission, but he insisted, and of course, everyone listened to him.

But you couldn't stand it, simply because you owed Fury a favor by agreeing to be on the team, not to mention the fact that it seemed Tony had deliberately put you on the missions as a pair.

"Did you bring it?" Steve asked as soon as he saw you.

"Obviously no; I told you we needed a telepath or someone who could open portals; Morgan almost got me; I'm lucky I got out unharmed, but I brought the rest of the stuff," you said, completely annoyed. The only thing he had done all this time was to stay outside on "guard duty."

"We need..."

"Then go and get it," you spat, already tired of Steve's attitude towards you.

"Natasha would have brought it no matter what."

"Then go get her and make her bring it."

"You have powers..."

"And you're a super soldier; I'm only helping them because Fury asked me to; you're unbearable." You started to walk.

None of you realized that Morgan had seen everything; she knew what you had come for; she had even allowed you to take some things; she smiled when she saw you arguing and then recited some words. You never realized that she had bewitched you.

You couldn't stop thinking about Steve that night in the shower, but this time it was different.

On the other hand, Steve couldn't stop thinking about you either. The next morning, he got up very early to go for a run, but as soon as he saw the bakery with some cupcakes decorated with hearts, he didn't hesitate and went in to buy them, remembering that he had seen you eating those kinds of cupcakes several times.

"I brought you this," Steve said, offering you the box of muffins, which you took.

"Do you have any plans for Friday night?" You asked.

"Only if you have plans."

"Then I'll see you at eight."

"I'll be on time."

You closed the door. Lorna was looking at you confusedly from the other side of the screen. Steve had interrupted the video call they were having.

"Have you asked someone out? That doesn't sound like you," Lorna commented in surprise. "Who was it?"

"Steve," you replied without paying much attention.

"Steve Rogers?" Lorna was beginning to suspect that something strange was going on, probably as a result of the mission you had told her about, but before she did anything, she wanted to talk to someone who knew a lot about it.

"What do you know about this mission?" Nico asked.

"Not much; they were going for a book, and that it was a place where I think there was a sorceress or something like that," Lorna replied.

"Maybe it's Morgan... I think they have a curse; I'll have to find out how."

"Wait, no, maybe we should just leave it at that."

"But... " 

"Y/N deserves to be happy; there's a chance that deep down they actually liked each other."

All week long, you and Steve had been flirting; even the rest of the team was starting to get suspicious.

"Well, they say there is only one step from hate to love," Natasha commented to Clint.

#sweetheart bingo #valentine's day #valentine's special #steve rogers x reader

[octopiys]

I don’t have a writing request but I do have something funny my friend said if you want to use it for an inaccurate quote.

“WAIT I READ THAT WRONG. I THOUGHT IT SAID COLORFULLY DEPRESSED PERSON, NOT DRESSED”

I have more if you want them:

🪶

YES A FIRST ASK IM SO EXCITED PLS SEND MORE

Incorrect COD as things my friends have said pt3

Ghost, looking at a dog with one eye: So.... how big you think his blindspot is?

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Roach: I feel like a ghost would just be a soul and like some, yknow, water moisture.

Ghost: ???

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Nikolai: I say... I say we cut the old lady out. Shave off some time.

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Ghost: hey, look what I just sent you.

Soap: oh alright

Soap, opening up his phone:

Soap, spits out his coffee: hey that's not very-

Ghost: wh-?

Soap: OH.

Soap: WAIT I READ THAT WRONG. I THOUGHT YOU CALLED ME A COLOFULLY DEPRESSED PERSON, NOT DRESSED-

Gaz: you're a right idiot, mate.

Soap: shut up.

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Rodolfo, trying to reassure Soap: no, no, you're gonna do fine! You're gonna be fine-!

Soap "Sucks At Spanish" MacTavish, entering Alejandro "Is Refusing To Talk In English" Vargas's room:

Rodolfo, turning to Ghost: he's gonna fail. He pronounced el pueblo like "Ell Pyuooblow".

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Gaz: Life, liberty, and the pursuit of your mom

Price, deadpan: I'm giving you away.

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Roach: I know you're an attention whore, so whore me!

Ghost:

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König: I met a stripper for the first time last weekend!! I paid her a dollar and she licked my hand.

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Soap: that's so sad. Imagine you're drowning, and you see a room full of air...

Soap: SIKE! GAS CHAMBER!

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Valeria: so you know how people charge their crystals with sunlight and moonwater?

Alejandro: why are you in my house

Valeria: not important.

Valeria: anyways, we should try it with tequila.

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Laswell, gesturing to Price: He knows how to please the gays.

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Alex: you know, I had fish tacos in elementary school once.

Alex: then my appendix burst.

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Gaz, about to go over some training course: It's gonna be like... you're at a party. John walks up to you. Offers you cocaine. Do you take it? Hell yeah.

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Price: this is my husband, I know he looks like a twink but he might be able to beat you up.

Graves: hello??? Might???

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Soap, reading a card: what were elvis's last words?

Gaz: this was supposed to be off topic, but I gotta take a shit.

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Farah: don't mind me, just tickling Jeffery Dahmer

Alex: what?? The fuck???

Farah, showing him a tamagotchi:

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Shepherd: no, that would be personification of science.

Shepherd: because science doesn't exist.

Graves, on his last limb here: sir-

#🪶 #call of duty #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #incorrect quotes #captain john price #alejandro vargas #alerudy #kyle gaz garrick #nikolai cod #gary roach sanderson #roachghost #kate laswell #phillip graves #general shepherd #farah karim #könig modern warfare #call of duty valeria #thank you for the ask :D #incorrect ghostsoap quotes #cod incorrect quotes

[e-dubbc11]

Always love a good sleepover 😆❤️

So.... I hope you're ready to have another go at Donald Pierce, cause I would love to request "Ah, so you aren't heartless after all" and "Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand."

And twist? Reader is a mutant... pretty please 🫣❤️

My lovely Lily,

I do love how you like to push me out of my comfort zone just a little bit. I had a hard time coming up with a mutant power for this but once I figured it out, I got really excited! So you asked for Donald Pierce and a Mutant Reader, I hope I did justice to your ask. 😘♥️

Under the Influence

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Mutant Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ PLEASE or I’m telling on you!) Oral F! Receiving, P in V sex, some fluff, some angst, some swear words.

Word Count: 3.2K-ish

Summary: Living a low key life in Mexico, you meet Chief of Security at Alkali-Transigen, Donald Pierce. But you haven’t told him what you are, you’re afraid to.

A/N: This is my second time writing for Pierce. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The business card you were holding in your hand felt expensive, thick card stock, raised lettering, but there wasn’t a lot printed on it.

Alkali-Transigen

Donald Pierce

Chief of Security

The card had two phone numbers on it, his cell phone and the main phone number for Alkali-Transigen. Aside from being a little bit scary, Donald Pierce was very attractive, charming, and sweet, although he would NEVER let anyone else see that side of him.

He put on his tough exterior when he barked orders at his Reavers but with you, he turned on his charm and that southern drawl pulled you in like a moth to a flame.

You worked at a local school, teaching English and after a particular tough day, Donnie and his Reavers walked into the bar you and some co-workers were having a drink at.

It didn’t take him long to approach you and even though he wasn’t necessarily your type, you felt butterflies in your stomach when he did. His mechanical arm startled you at first, the sight of it made you recoil slightly.

“You ain’t gotta worry about that, darlin’. It ain’t gonna hurt ya. I’m just a little bit enhanced, is all.” He said with a sly smile, moving the fingers of the bionic arm back and forth as he talked.

It’s only natural that being in Mexico, the drink of choice was tequila and Donnie liked good tequila, the kind you can slowly sip on, let it roll around on your tongue, and enjoy. You let him choose the tequila and it did not disappoint.

His sky blue eyes gazing at you as he took a sip from his glass, he never looked away from you, and hung on your every word.

After a couple of drinks, he and his Reavers left but he left you wanting more. That slow sexy voice sent shivers down your spine as he traced a line from your shoulder to your wrist with just one finger. ONE FINGER had you falling apart, had you clenching your thighs together, and had you desperately wanting to see him again.

**********

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you stared at that card, your fingers gently brushed against the raised letters and you said out loud, “Transigen.” Suddenly your eyes welled up with tears and you gnashed your teeth thinking about that place, thinking about what they do to the children in there and remembering what they did to you when you were inside those walls.

You still had nightmares sometimes, waking in the middle of the night to find your sheets and your clothes soaked with sweat and rubbing your wrist like it was still attached. The bracelet they had put on you to prevent you from using your powers on anyone.

They weren’t obvious to anyone now but when you were a child, you would use your powers of manipulation to get what you wanted. Once, your younger sister was bothering you so you put your hand on her and told her to go out back and run around the tree until you told her to stop.

You parents came home to find her running in circles around the tree and so dizzy, she couldn’t see straight.

“Sissy told me to do it! And I tried to stop but I couldn’t!!” She had sobbed to your parents.

Eventually, you had become too much to handle. You set out to try and control anyone that you could get your hands on, literally, and your parents had enough of your antics.

Listening from the top of the stairs one night, you heard your parents talking, your father holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Maybe we should call them. They could help her; it says so right here.” He said, pointing to the flyer.

They didn’t want to “help” you but they were very interested in you and promised to take VERY good care of you. They had never seen someone that could influence someone just by putting a finger on them so they wanted to study you, they ran tests, hooked you up to machines, and took your blood.

Even when they didn’t need you anymore, they didn’t let you go.

You had to escape and you did. The only time they took your bracelet off was when you were showering. Manipulating your handlers was easy and you couldn’t believe you didn’t do it sooner but the damage was already done.

That place was wretched; you were elated and relieved to have escaped but you felt terrible for the other children that were still there and you can’t imagine it’s any different now than it was then so you were torn.

On one hand you hated that place and everything to do with it but you also really liked Donald. What were you supposed to do? Damn him and his handsome face and sexy smile.

You dialed his number and he answered right away.

“Well hey there, y/n.” He said.

You could tell he was smiling.

“How did you know it was me?” You asked.

“Oh I didn’t know for sure, but I was hopin’ it was.” Said Donald.

You chuckled into the phone and felt yourself running strands of your hair in between your fingers while talking to him. He wanted to know if he could take you out after work tomorrow and you happily agreed.

In the corner of a dimly lit restaurant, you had a nice dinner and talked…a lot. You asked him what exactly he did for work.

“Well that group that came into the bar with me, the Reavers? Yeah, anyone that escapes the facility, they send us out to bring ‘em back. A bunch of years ago, a teenager escaped from right under their noses and since then, security has been really tight. I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” He said, taking a sip of his drink.

He was talking about you. Your muscles stiffened and your face went stoic. “I don’t really care for mutants all that much but I guess I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in that place either.” His words were cold but with just a hint of compassion. He was making this really difficult.

“Ah, so you aren’t heartless after all.” You said with a warm smile.

Donnie let out a little laugh. “Nah, I’m not heartless darlin’. Sometimes I have to use a little force bringin’ them back, I don’t like doin’ it but if I don’t bring ‘em back, I don’t get paid. It’s…well, it’s my job.” He said.

How would he react if you told him what you are? You had gently touched him at dinner, nestled next to each other in a corner booth but you hadn’t even thought about manipulating him once even though you had plenty of opportunities to do so.

Donnie asked you questions too, but you had to lie about certain parts of your life; you just weren’t ready to tell him yet. How could you after what he told you? After finding out who he works for and what he does for them, there was no way you could tell him just yet.

**********

Your relationship with Donnie escalated pretty quickly after that first date. It was hard to stay away from him. He would show up at the school where you worked, the kids all loved him and he was really nice to them.

He didn’t brush them off or ignore them, he would ALWAYS talk to them when he visited. They all loved his bionic arm and his skull and crossbones tattoo, they thought he was absolutely fascinating.

It made you fall for him even harder.

“Lemme see your eyes, Donnie.” You commanded. “You’re always wearing those sunglasses, I wanna see those dreamy blue eyes.”

“Well sweetheart, you’re the only one that I would take orders from.” He said with a smile, his gold tooth shining in the dim light of your apartment.

Gently cupping his cheek, you leaned over to kiss him, the bristles of his beard scratched your chin as he kissed you back and your heart fluttered when he pulled you into his lap.

Parting your lips with his tongue, he kissed you with passion, cradling your head with his hand and his mechanical hand touching your waist. The cold metal still surprised you every time especially when it touched the warm skin on your stomach.

“Ya know somethin’, darlin’? When I’m with you, I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be. I can’t explain it.” He said.

You knew you never ever used your powers on Donnie, you’ve never made him feel anything for you than he already did so what was this feeling that he was experiencing, that he couldn’t explain? Love? If you didn’t want to use your powers, you didn’t.

The control you had was perfect but you still wondered in the back of your mind if somehow you were influencing him in any way without knowing you were.

Moving to your bed, he explored your body with heated kisses from your lips down to your core. Taking his time, he makes sure you let out gasps of pleasure as his tongue circled your clit causing a hot fire to burn in the pit of your stomach before cries of his name fled from your mouth, soaking the sheet underneath you.

Settling himself in between your legs, he leaned down to kiss you, the taste of you on his tongue, he entered you slowly, stretching you out until he was buried to the hilt, your thighs clenching around him, waiting for him to move but not before you let out a strangled moan.

Buried deep in your pussy, he fucked you slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him before picking up the pace. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you again, your walls started to flutter around him. Growling in your ear and biting down on your neck, he praised you, telling you how good you feel and how tight you are.

“Don’t come for me yet, baby. You feel so good.” He said through clenched teeth.

Donnie’s metal arm felt cool against the soft skin on the inside of your wrist as goosebumps erupted across your body. He had both of your hands pinned above your head, his grip on your wrists tightened, your orgasm still building, you were so close.

Arching your back away from the bed, his head buried deep in the crook of your neck, you felt his warm breath fan across your throat and chest.

His name escaped your mouth over and over again, and your knees started to tremble from the overstimulation. He ceased his movements every time he felt your walls flutter around him, grinning like a devil because he liked delaying your gratification.

You whine softly in his ear.

“Donnie, I’m so close. Please!” You begged.

“Come for me, darlin’.” He purred in your ear.

Your release came hard and fast like a wave crashing on shore, making you slightly dizzy. Sinful noises escaped your lips as your body continued to spasm uncontrollably. His climax wasn’t far behind yours and he cursed out loud before collapsing on top of you.

Both of you breathing heavily, Donnie moved a stray hair away from your face, fiercely pressed his lips to yours and gave you a sly smile.

It was probably the best sex you’d ever had…and he knew it. The last thing you remember is falling asleep with your hand on his chest and a smile on your face.

**********

You felt rough callused fingers on one shoulder and cold metal on the other, a distant voice saying, “Wake up, darlin’. You’re havin’ a nightmare. Come on baby, wake up.” Your eyes flew open, panic washed over you, the sheets getting tangled up in your limbs as you thrashed around. Donnie was trying to calm you; he didn’t want you to hurt yourself.

“Look at me, y/n! You’re safe, it’s ok.” He said with concern.

Panting, you replied, “Donnie? You’re here.” And pulled him into an embrace.

Smiling against your shoulder, he said, “Well of course I’m here, sweetheart. Where else would I be? Can you tell me what you were dreamin’ about?”

Holding onto him tightly, you realized that you shouldn’t keep it from him anymore.

“I have to tell you something, baby.” You said in a serious tone.

You started to explain yourself, how you were the one that escaped Transigen all those years ago, about the powers you had and how you used them to manipulate your way out of the facility.

Donnie looked at you in shock, almost like he didn’t believe what you were telling him.

“No…you can’t be her. Are you messin’ with me, baby?” He asked.

“You don’t believe me, do you.” You said, sternly.

He shook his head furiously.

“Pick up your knife, Donnie.” You commanded.

When he picked up the knife, you extended your hand and cupped his cheek. Silently, you told him to hold the knife to your throat and he did.

Donnie started to panic, watching himself hold a knife to your throat scared him. It was written all over his face.

“What’s happening, y/n?!! Why am I doing this? Stop it, stop it now!!” He shouted.

You touched his cheek again, this time telling him to drop the knife. Tears streaked down your cheeks and he recoiled from you, getting up off of the bed and continuing to shake his head in disbelief like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

“I-it was like I-I wanted to stop but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t put my hand down. Have you been usin’ that on me the entire time?!!!” Shouted Donnie, angrily.

Visibly upset, you replied, “NO!! I have NEVER used it on you until just now, I swear! The day I met you, I didn’t touch you at all. I can’t influence people unless I touch them.”

“But after that. You didn’t make me, ya know, feel things for you? I don’t normally develop feelings like this.” He said.

“Feelings like what, Donnie?” You asked.

“Feelings like, well, like I think I might be in love with you!” He said, his voice trembling slightly.

“Might be?” You asked.

He stepped closer to the bed again. “I’ve never been in love before, I don’t know what it feels like.”

“I’ve never manipulated you, baby. Not once. I’ve never done it to someone I actually care about, well not anymore. Before I went away, I would mess with my parents and my sister ALL the time.” You said, letting out a little laugh.

He cracked a smile but his face went serious again and he told you he needed to clear his head. You begged him not to leave but he did anyway. You couldn’t blame him, actually. That’s a lot of information to take in especially knowing what he does for a living.

He hunts people like you, children like you and brings them to a facility where they’re experimented on. Was he supposed to just forget that you’re a mutant?

You were scared that you’d never see him again…he didn’t know but you loved him too.

**********

It was quiet the whole next day. No texts came in, no phone calls…nothing. Until later on that night, after your shower you heard a few knocks on your front door.

“Who—who’s there?” You asked with a hitch in your voice.

His slight southern drawl echoed from behind the door.

“It’s just me, darlin’.” He said.

“JUST you?” You asked.

“Of course, just me.” He said, curtly.

You unlocked the door, took the chain off and opened it. He stormed through with a look of anger all over his face.

“Why would you ask that?!” Asked Donnie.

Nervously, you replied, “I-I don’t know. It’s just—you work for them, Donnie. Your job is to bring people like me to them.”

“Sweetheart, I would NEVER bring you to them, EVER!” He said.

A deep exhale of relief escaped your lungs.

Donnie inched closer to you, the cold metal from his bionic arm touched your cheek and you didn’t flinch. It was the first time your reflexes didn’t get the best of you and didn’t retreat away from him.

“I’ve seen the others like you.” He said softly, gazing into your eyes.

You thought he just meant other mutants.

“Well yeah, Donnie. There are mutants all over that place.” You replied.

He shook his head, still holding your gaze.

“No, I don’t mean it like that. I meant the others with your…ability. They all have…” He paused.

Brushing his beard with your thumbs, you asked him, “They all have what, baby?”

“They all have…your eyes.” He whispered.

Your legs immediately started to shake and a rush of warmth moved across your chest. With sweat on your brow, Donnie immediately snaked his arms around your waist and led you over to the couch where you tried to process what he just said to you.

“What?” You asked.

“I asked around today. They’re not as powerful as you are but they were created from…your DNA. They got what they wanted from you so that’s why they never bothered to try and bring you back after you escaped.” He told you.

A wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks and your insides felt like they were twisted in knots.

“I never told anyone what happened to me in there because I just wanted to forget that place but we can’t leave them in there, Donnie. I have to go to the authorities or go in there myself—“ You said before he cut you off.

“Whoa, no—no, I am not lettin’ you near that place, darlin’. Absolutely not.” He said. “I will go with ya to the authorities and then we are leavin’.”

“Leaving? Where are we going?” You asked.

“Wherever ya wanna go.” He said with a wink.

He cupped your cheeks with both his human hand and his bionic hand and leaned in to kiss you.

“Donnie…are you—?” You paused, biting down on your lower lip and looking at your hands resting in your lap. “Are you really in love with me?” You asked.

“Oh I am, baby. I love you very much, y/n. So these powers of yours…what else can you make me do?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

You rested a hand on his wrist, he captured your lips again, parting them to allow his tongue to tangle with yours. His kisses were hungry and possessive.

Breaking away from the kiss, you said, “But I’m sure you wanted to do that anyway, right baby?”

“Oh I did, sweetheart. Ya know I did.” He replied.

**********

Outside Police Headquarters

“Deep breaths, darlin’. You ready to do this?” Ask Donnie.

You nodded.

“I am but…I’m a little scared, Donnie.” You said with a crack in your voice.

He took your hand in his and replied, “Well, whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand.”

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Skin Deep (2/2)

(Continuation to this. I hope you like dialogue because, erm, there's a lot of it here! Also forgive me for my first attempt are writing...most of the X-Men here! I'm doing my best! Medical descriptions continue, but with less blood this time.)

"So, Hank, tell us what you've discovered of our new friend's mutant powers." Professor Xavier said, gesturing for the doctor to speak.

"Shadow's power are utterly fascinating!" Beast replied excitedly, glancing briefly to the young woman sitting on the medical cot, before addressing the others that had gathered in equal curiosity; Wolverine and Rogue stood either side of the professor, whilst Gambit leaned up against the wall, shuffling his cards to keep his hands busy.

"She has the gift of cellular communication and manipulation; not to the extent of being able to shapeshift, but it seems she is able to perform manipulations on the micro-level to command cells to move, divide and perform all their specialised functions as they have evolved to do. Indeed, she is so in tune with them, she can process information from them as if they were her own; sometimes even more efficiently than normal."

"How so?" Xavier asked, steepling his fingers.

"Cells in our bodies communicate by the use of biochemical signalling." It was Shadow who spoke this time. "With the exception of nerve cells, which use the changes in their membrane potential - a form of electrical charge - to transmit electrical signals, usually by the use of voltage gated ion channels."

"Fucking hell, now there's two of them." Wolverine groaned, and Gambit had to suppress a smirk.

"I can control these signals myself, but I also seem to be able to...streamline them? I can make things happen much more quickly than what a human or mutant's body could do alone." Shadow nodded to Gambit. "A pneumothorax-"

"A pneumo-what?" Rogue frowned. "English please, sugah."

"Pneumothorax - 'air in chest'." Shadow explained. "It's when air becomes trapped in the pleural sac that wraps around the lungs to keep them lubricated, and avoid friction from rubbing against the ribs as they inflate and deflate. Usually those of the size I found in Gambit's require a drain, but I managed to eliminate it just by speeding the process of the reabsorption of air into the surrounding tissues."

"Not only that, but the wound you repaired." Beast gestured. "Gambit, if you'd be so kind to show the rest of us your right palm."

Gambit tugged his glove off, opening his hand up to the others as they leaned over.

"There's nothing there, sugah." Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Sure you're not jokin' with us?"

"Non, there definitely were something here, mon amie." Gambit said. "Made a mistake wit one of my cards durin' de scuffle, cut my hand open pretty bad. Couldn't move my fingers dat well after. Like they be caught on something."

"It was a deep laceration with an injury to a palmar digital vein and a seventy-five percent division of the extensor tendons." Shadow added. "A repair that would have certainly required surgery and several months of hand therapy to heal properly."

Wolverine uttered a low whistle. Gambit found himself flexing his fingers. No wonder she was so intent on healing me. That fils de putain nearly disabled me for months!

"And yet there's not a mark to be seen." Xavier commented, rubbing his chin. "How does it feel, Gambit?"

"Like before it were hurt." He replied, spinning a card expertly through his fingers to demonstrate. "Wouldn't have believed it myself if Gambit didn't see it happen wit his own eyes." He looked to Shadow, offering her a smile. She returned it with a shy one of her own, ducking her head.

"I've told you how the scene looked when Wolverine and I got there, Professor." Heads turned to see Cyclops walking into the medbay. "Yet Gambit was completely fine. Shadow's power seems to be like Wolverine's healing on tap."

"Glad you could join us, Cyclops." Xavier smiled. Gambit noticed movement out of the corner of his eye; Shadow had tilted her head in the very same motion she had when they'd first met. "Yes, I remember your description of the scene. It is very fortunate Gambit crossed paths with someone with such gifts."

"Petite?" The Cajun asked, shifting attention once again. Shadow's blue eyes flicked back and forth a moment, thinking.

"You've got a cut, Cyclops," she said. "I think it's...your left hand?"

Everyone's gaze swung back to said mutant, who looked taken aback.

"I...I do. I got a papercut a couple of minutes ago. How did you-"

"Ya hearin' something," Gambit's eyes fixed on Shadow, realization dawning, "aren't you?"

She blushed, looking away and scratching at the back of her neck.

"Yeah." Her gaze returned, although now she was looking at her feet dangling off the edge of the cot, her hand playing with her hair. "It's...a part of my power. When hurt or damaged, cells release a chemical signal to call for assistance. For some reason, I can hear it. The stronger the sound, the more the person is hurt."

"Extraordinary!" Beast breathed.

"Lotta people hurt in lotta differn' ways. Bein' able to hear all that, all the time? That sounds a pretty noisy life, sugah." Rogue said gently.

"Yes and no." Shadow admitted. "It seems to be just for recent traumatic injuries than anything chronic like cancer. But..." She wrapped her arms around herself. "You're right. I've had to learn to tune it out sometimes. Especially in crowded places, but also..." Her fingers curled into her hoodie. "People get weird sometimes when you offer to help. You know?"

No-one had to say anything, or even nod to understand. Even the mutants who could pass knew the tightrope you had to walk, not to hint or suggest you were something else, an 'other'. Regardless of the comfort in your own skin, the danger remained in the back of your head.

"I am sorry your gifts have brought you sorrow." Xavier spoke kindly.

"Thank you, but I'm one of the lucky ones." Shadow replied, smiling sadly. "It's easy enough to hide, and it doesn't give me too many problems."

"Now hold on a second." Wolverine spoke up. "If it's easy to hide, why'd you get attacked in the first place?"

"The sound I hear when someone's in pain is like tinnitus - a ringing tone." Shadow explained. "But I heard a completely different noise, like the signal was going in and out." She sighed, running a hand through her curly hair. "I got curious, followed it to the source, which was the guy with a gun welded to his arm." A wry smile. "I asked if he was doing ok, and he took offence. You know the rest."

"The cybernetics were extremely crude." Beast mused, scratching his chin. "You were likely hearing his body under stress, reacting to the foreign matter forcibly bonded to it."

"Den you were in the wrong place at the wrong time." Gambit shook his head, twirling a card over his fingers. "Lucky I were dere, petite."

"Yes." Cyclops folded his arms. "Though it sounds like he would have attacked anyone, mutant or otherwise. He just got 'lucky'."

"That's not exactly comforting, Slim." Was Wolverine's gruff response.

"At least this escalation appears restricted to a single person." Xavier spoke calmly. "A dangerous extremist that we managed to stop before he could cause any damage."

"Gambit beg to differ." The Cajun grumbled.

"What've you gotta worry 'bout?" Rogue grinned at him, thumping him on the shoulder almost hard enough to knock him to the side. "She fixed you right up!"

"Dat don't mean it didn't hurt de whole time!" He retorted, shooting her a look. She just replied with a raised eyebrow, amused. "'Sides, dat fight be harder den Gambit expecting." He frowned, looking back to the professor. "If dey start figurin' out how to wire dose blasters up, we're gon' be in a lotta trouble."

"Indeed." Xavier nodded. "However, we are getting off subject." He turned back to Shadow and Beast. "You clearly have some control over your powers, but I am curious of the limits of your potential. I presume you've never used them in anger?"

"No." Shadow shook her head. Gambit raised an eyebrow, watching her carefully.

Lying...? He wondered.

"I can't manipulate cells beyond one or two in a pteri dish without having direct skin-to-skin contact with them, and it takes a while to establish the connection with another's body." Shadow continued. "And that's not easy to do when they are other things going on - people throwing hands at you tends to disrupt your concentration."

The Cajun's dark gaze flicked to Xavier, wondering if he sensed the same thing he had. The Professor may have the clarity of a telepath, but Gambit had read more than enough people to sense something was off. His gut told him there was something she wasn't telling them. But what, he had no idea.

"I get the impression that our friend has learned to control her mutation, yet little more." Beast suggested. "Do you practice your powers at all, Shadow?"

"On myself, yeah. I use them when no-one's looking, to heal bumps and scrapes." She folded her arms. "Hard to practice on others though, without revealing myself."

"I can imagine it's not an easy thing to ask someone." Cyclops said. Gambit traced the edge of the card he was holding, recalling the strange feeling of someone under his skin.

"No. Nor easy to explain." Shadow sighed, her hands fidgeting with her sleeves. "I was lucky I had an understanding partner for a while, who let me practice on him."

Gambit saw Rogue cross her arms from the corner of his eye, sadness flashing across her face for a moment.

"What happened to him?" She asked softly. Shadow's shoulders slumped.

"Things fell apart. He loved me for who I was...but he wanted that part of me to stay a neat party trick, something to put on the shelf that only the two of us could use as an asset." She scowled. "There were other problems, that of two high school sweethearts growing up and away from one another, but it was my powers that broke us in the end. Because they can be safely ignored, he wanted me to just put them aside and concentrate on marrying, settling down and having babies together. As if my powers aren't a part of me like my eyes or lungs or hair!"

Her lips curled into a furious snarl, eyes flashing with boiling resentment.

"I have a power that doctors could only dream of having, something that could help, and instead he just...wanted me to forget about it, pretend to be normal!" The anger soon broke however, and a thickness entered her voice. "I'll never be normal. And after everything we'd both been through, I thought he'd understand that better than anyone."

Shadow chuckled bitterly.

"Not that it really matters now, though. Even if they'd let me practice as a mutant, I never could pass the tests needed to qualify as a proper clinician." She glanced up at Beast, who offered her a sympathetic smile. "Had to go for a lab tech job instead. I figured maybe my ability could still help with diagnostics if I was careful and could back my reports up with evidence. Tilt the needle more in the patient's favour, you know?"

"I sense a 'but' coming." Cyclops said what Gambit was thinking. Shadow blew a sigh out of her nose.

"Everything was fine for a while. Then, I'm three days into my annual leave and I get a call saying they're tacking three months of administrative leave onto the end of it." She ran a hand through her hair. "One of the techs got his thumb up his ass about me 'potentially' being a mutant. Overheard me talking to myself and thought it was good grounds to start shit."

"I presume this had nothing to do with your ability, since you can communicate with cells silently." Beast spoke, a claw tapping his chin in thought.

"No, nothing to do with my power. Sometimes I just talk to myself to help me think through a problem. Or just inanimate objects in general. It's just a thing I've always done since I was a child, nothing to do with being a mutant." She lifted a shoulder. "Maybe something I said in my ramblings could have been suspicious? But at the same time, how do you prove that I'm actually speaking to something to communicate, over just plain eccentricity?"

"People like those see mutants in every corner." Wolverine grunted. "Woulda only been a matter of time."

"Yeah, I guess so." Shadow agreed, briefly pulling her lips into a thin line. "So, yeah. Signed off work 'cos of some asshole, and now I potentially have a hate group gunning for me too." She rested her elbows on her knees, her forehead on her knuckles. "Deep joy."

"You have my deepest sympathies, Miss Shadow." Beast spoke, resting a massive hand delicately onto her shoulder. "But, if we may return to the subject of your current power and limitations?" She looked back up, nodding. "Thank you. I have reason to believe that whilst you have a good grasp on your powers right now, their greater depths are as of yet untapped. You should be able to refine them in multiple ways; offensively, defensively and as a general utility, both for yourself and others."

"I figured as much myself." Shadow said. "I've been able to exceed my body's normal limits temporarily by some subtle manipulations, but it's difficult to maintain due to the damage it causes. Such as lifting the control limts on my muscles - I could use them to their full potential to lift a car, but it requires focus first to lift the limits and keep them off, and then to endure and heal the damage suffered from such an act."

"That could improve with time and training." Beast replied. "As you well know, you wouldn't be able to heal as you do without practice, or be able to tune the sounds of hurt from others out."

"I am curious as to your current limitations of your healing." Xavier spoke, and Gambit felt the telepath's gaze on him. "You said you can only use it with skin-to-skin contact?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I need it to be able to commune with another person's cells and form the connection into their body. It's like I have to move my consciousness into the person, and that's what takes the time. Of course, if the injury is in just one area, like the arm, it's quicker for me to connect with that area than it is to fully 'move' into another's body."

Gambit paused his card shuffling, interest piqued fully.

"Interesting. From what Gambit told me of what happens, it seems as if your body enters a trance - still alive and functioning, but your mind elsewhere."

"Yeah. I kinda...'lose' connection with my own body temporarily, especially if I fully 'move' into another's. But it's more a case that I don't notice what my body's feeling - not that I've actually moved inside the person."

"So if your body was to be hurt or the connection broken..." Beast mused.

"I'd be ripped back into myself." Shadow said, winding one of the drawstrings of her hoodie around her finger. "Had it happen a couple of times by accident, and it's always unpleasant. It takes me a couple of seconds to adapt to a person's body when I enter and then readapt to my own when I return - you can imagine that a jarring re-entry doesn't exactly make me feel very good."

"No, it doesn't." Xavier agreed. Gambit lifted an eyebrow. Getting forced out of someone's head must feel the same way for the Professor and Jean.

"What's it like, bein' under someone's skin?" It was Rogue who spoke this time.

"Loud." Shadow chuckled. "Bodies are a riot of noise, both from cells talking to one another to just the general sounds like the heart beating, breathing, all that." Her eyes became far away, flicking back and forth in thought. "It...is hard to explain. It's like I become someone else, but I'm not them. I'm...I'm like a house guest. I can listen to their music, move their furniture around and stuff like that, but it's not my house."

"Sounds 'bout right." Gambit chimed in. "Feels like dere someone under your skin wit you."

"Brrr," Rogue shivered. "Don't like the sound of that, sugah."

"Yeah, it a weird feelin' at first. But after a while you get used to it. It don't hurt, it just...uncomfortable. Least to begin with."

"That's pretty much how my ex described it." Shadow nodded. "Uncomfortable and weird, but not painful. I can understand why people wouldn't enjoy the experience, nor the thought of having someone with near free reign over the most precious thing to them."

"Near free reign?" Xavier asked, his brows furrowing. "You don't have full control?"

"No." Shadow shook her head. "Like I said, I'm a guest. I've not yet been forcibly evicted by someone on purpose, but they still have full control of their body whilst I'm inside them. Anything I do, the person could fight back against me."

"Did dat when Gambit felt his fingers move without him." The Cajun added. "Her grip strong, but not complete."

"With enough strength and contrary directions, a person can overpower me." Shadow said. "I mean, all it would take is for someone to sock me in the jaw and I'm flung straight out." She turned her head slightly, looking thoughtful. "I also...have rules."

"Rules?" Gambit's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Technically I have control over every cell in the body. That includes brain cells." A sudden tension tightened the air. "I don't think you need me to tell you what that means, even over the fact I can already technically puppeteer a person if I wanted to." Shadow slowly raised her gaze to the others, meeting their eyes and holding them firmly.

"I don't know what I can do in that regard, I don't want to know, and I never will know." She spoke firmly, with conviction. "It is my one unwritten master rule I follow above all others - I will never touch or interfere with another's cognition or will or anything to do with the brain. Partially because it is wrong, and partially because I'm shit scared about how badly I could fuck someone up if I make a mistake. Help someone suffering a stroke, sure - that's just a blood vessels, I know how they work. But I will never, never touch the brain tissue itself."

Gambit considered her, impressed both with the heated force behind her words, and the fact she'd shown her hand in this way. It would have been easy to lie by omission, and yet here she was, highlighting how much trust he'd laid into her hands. He'd essentially given himself to her like a patient gave themselves to a surgeon, and like that surgeon, she'd repaid his trust only by taking care of him. No more, no less.

"An admirable code to live by." Beast said softly. "Your own Hippocratic Oath."

"I try to follow that too." Shadow said. "'Do no harm'."

The doctor gave her a wry smile.

"The Hippocratic Oath is a little more lengthy than that, but the colloquial version will be more than enough for your needs, I think."

"Words don't give me much comfort, sweetheart." Wolverine growled. "We just have to trust that you won't mess with our heads?"

"You wouldn't need Shadow's help anyway." Gambit countered. "You heal jus' fine on ya own."

"That may be Cajun, but what about the others who need her help? What about you?"

"She looked after me well enough."

"You don't have to trust me." Shadow retorted, pulling herself up to her full height. "Like I said, I wouldn't be able to heal you anyway if the contact wasn't fully consensual. Besides," she gestured broadly. "the fuck am I gonna do? I'm useless unless my hands are on someone's skin! I don't even know how to fight! I have nothing to gain except a grave."

"We are getting ahead of ourselves." Xavier spoke with steely firmness, fixing Wolverine with a glare. "You are assuming that Shadow will even stay with us."

Wolverine grunted, folding his arms but offering no further objection.

"But Professor, that is your preference, isn't it?" Cyclops piped up. "For Shadow to stay whilst we investigate the Friends of Humanity member that attacked her?"

"It is my recommendation, yes." Xavier agreed, turning to the young woman. "If you stay, you can train and refine your powers, and perhaps learn some techniques to help keep yourself safe when you leave us in the future. This will not be a permanent placement, unless you wish it to be." His ice blue eyes shot another glare at Wolverine. "Regardless of current opinion."

"Still don't like it." Said mutant grumbled.

"Why is her powers differen' to what the Professor an' Jean can do?" Rogue asked, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. "They could do much worse, but we're fine with them! Ah, no offence, Professor."

"None taken, Rogue."

Wolverine growled in frustration, scowling.

"Fine. But if she stays, I'm keeping an eye on her."

"That's fair." Shadow nodded. "So long as you'll at least grant me that chance for a scrap with you if I do screw up, and you don't just off me whilst I'm sleeping."

"Thought you said you couldn't fight?"

"I can't." She smiled, holding her hands out. "I just prefer to be stabbed in the front, not the back."

Despite himself, a smile tugged on the corner of Wolverine's mouth, and also on Gambit's.

"Does that mean you've made a decision, Shadow?" Xavier asked.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'll stay for a little while. Least 'til the heat dies down from those guys, and my job lets me back in."

"A fair agreement." Xavier smiled slightly. "There are some spare dorms for you to stay in, and we can help make arrangements to move some of your personal belongings here, if you wish."

"I'll go and sort that, Professor." Cyclops spoke, taking his leave.

"I'll let the others know we got a new guest." Rogue added, offering a smile to Shadow. "Welcome to the family, sugah."

"Now, to more prudent matters," Xavier began, "whilst you are our guest here, you will be expected to pick up your side of the tasks here, as well as train. This is a school, not a hotel."

"Wasn't expecting a free hand-out." Shadow replied, looking to Beast. "I'm happy to help as best I can, and I'll try to keep out from under your feet otherwise."

"I am certainly grateful for another pair of hands." The doctor grinned at her.

"Good." Xavier said, becoming thoughtful. "Did you say you were expecting to be on leave for three months?"

"Round about, yeah. I have one week of annual leave, then the admin leave starts." Shadow snorted. "Least I should be grateful they let me keep the holiday..."

"Alright. Then we will make the necessary arrangements to accommodate you." Xavier turned. "Please come with me, Shadow. We'll sort out the details in my office."

The young woman nodded, hopping off the medical cot to follow closely behind. Gambit watched her go, sharing a quick smile with her before his gaze became a little more intent than he expected; whilst Shadow's hoodie was baggy and hid much of her form, her jeans absolutely did not. He found his gaze wandering down her back to her hips and legs, lingering to watch her thighs flex under the denim-

Wolverine elbowed him in the ribs.

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, Cajun." He grunted, a smirk playing on his gruff features. "She's not on the menu."

"Gambit can appreciate fine art without havin' to touch it, mon ami." He retorted, glaring. "'Sides, thought ya didn't like her."

"Hmph. Maybe she's not a threat. But still gonna keep an eye on her, just in case." Gambit folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look. You shouldn't be getting ideas either way; she'll be gone after those three months, anyway."

It turned out that Shadow would stay for much, much longer than that...

#sprs writing #x men #multipart fic #dialogue heavy #exposition dump #self insert #gambit #charles xavier #professor x #wolverine #logan howlett #remy lebeau #x men rogue #anna marie darkholme #x men cyclops #scott summers #x men beast #hank mccoy

[feyhunter78]

Hi author I had a request English isn't my first language so please excuse me for bad wording.

A modern spy Aemond x reader when he's slightly possessive yandere for her and he's undercover when he meets her not sure about the details do I'll leave it to you .

Also, I love your work, and if you don't like this idea, feel free to delete it 🩷

Hi love!!! I'm so happy you're enjoying my work and your English is wonderful, don't even worry about it!!! This was such a cool idea, and it gave me a chance to try out that headcanon style of writing! I know it's probably not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you like it!!!!

Modern Spy!Aemond Headcanons

You weren’t his target, not even close, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from following you. He was one of the agency’s best, known from his perfect aim, and intimidating aura that kept the authorities at a distance.

You’re just a normal florist, who goes about her day, never noticing the man with mismatched eyes and a scar down his face. You feed the stray cats in the alley behind your shop, and visits your grandmother every Tuesday, content and happy with your peaceful life.

His target works in the bank across the street from your shop. The bank that’s definitely protecting more than just its customer’s money. Intel tell him the man has ties to the cartel, but his gut tells him it runs deeper than that.

But his target is smart and stays within the building, never leaving unless escorted by guards, too many for Aemond to dispatch in broad daylight without causing a scene. So, he waits, and while he’s waiting, he bumps into you.

In a floral sundress, with a bright smile on your face, you’re carrying a bouquet of sunflowers, and don’t see him until you’ve collided with his hard chest, dropping the blooms.

“I’m so sorry.” You say sweetly, eyebrows drawn together in distress as you scramble to brush any petals or pollen from his shirt.

“It’s alright.” Aemond says, bending down to help you collect the fallen flowers. “Only a fool would be angry to run into such a beautiful woman.” The smile on his face is practiced, smooth and charming, his voice low, and wraps around you like velvet.

Your face flushes and, you stutter out a “thank you, and again, sorry.” Before you take one of the sunflowers out of the bundle along with your business card and hand them to him, rushing past him and into your shop.

He catches the sweet floral scent wafting off you, and he’s hooked. He’s in your shop constantly, first under the guise of wanting to get his mother flowers then his sister flowers, then he drops the excuses and spends half the day following you around the store and making conversation.

You don’t mind, you like the company, and he’s a handsome man. It feels…nice to have his attention focused solely on you. So, you buck up the courage to ask him out, and he says yes.

He takes you to an expensive restaurant where everyone seems to know him, and by the end of the night you’re in his lap. Back pressing into the wheel of his sleek black sports car that probably cost more money than you’ve ever made in your life.

He says he works in finance, a job too boring to talk about, he only wants to hear about you, your dreams, interest, hobbies, every detail of your life is utterly fascinating to him. It’s flattering, and you bask in his devotion.

Aemond is split between completing his mission and wanting to spend all his time with you. He’s had the head banker tied up in his apartment for days now, hesitant to turn him in because then the mission would be over, and he’d have to disappear.

He doesn’t want to disappear, not after he’s gotten a taste of you, there must be someway to keep you by his side. He strokes your hair, watching you as you sleep, cuddled into his side. Maybe he’d suggest you both take a trip, settle in Essos and continue working from there. You could set up a new flower shop, or if you wished, you could stay home and wait so pretty and patient for him to return.

He hums lowly as he considers his options, and pulls you closer, breathing in your sweet scent. Regardless of what he decided, no one was going to take his sweet girl from him, he’d make sure of that.

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#aemond x reader #aemond headcanons #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #prince aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #thanks for the request! #I hope you like it!!! #meg's writing #hotd au #aemond x female reader #prince aemond #anon request #not sure if I did this headcanon thing right tbh #modern aemond

[bordysbae]

Please write a pt.2 to the Brendan fic

"study date" pt. 2

brendan brisson × reader

not necessary to read pt. 1, but i recommend you do!

word count: 0.7k

still, two days after the encounter in the library, you can't comprehend that you're going on a date with a hockey player, but not just any hockey player, it's brendan brisson. you've seen him from the stands and how smooth he is on the ice, and now you've seen how he's not so smooth when it comes to asking people out.

either way your date is in an hour and you need to start getting ready. you guys are going to a small cafe in the deep of ann arbor, and you're going to "study" for your shared english class.

after putting together a cute outfit you make your way to the cafe, parking your car just outside. you get out of your car and see brendan making his way to the building as well.

“hey!” you say cheerfully, attempting to hide your nerves

“hey y/n, ready to go in?” he asks, opening the door for you. you nod at him in response, and you both join the small line of people waiting to order. you finish your order and begin to grab your wallet from your pocket, but brendan immediately sticks his credit card into the machine before you can.

“brendan! you don’t need to do that” you groan, putting your wallet away.

“yes i do, i asked you out so i’m paying. you can pay next time” he smiles, knowing that the next time you guys go on a date he’ll still insisting on paying.

“oh so there’s gonna be a next time?” you joke, sitting down at the table near the window. he chuckles, and you both begin to make small talk while you wait for your drinks. about five minutes later your names are called for the drinks, and you both grab them. once back at the table, you both begin to talk a bit about the english assignment, but that quickly changes into loud laughter and deep conversations. you’ve never bonded with anyone as quickly you are with him, it just comes so easy. you can’t help but feel like you’ve known him forever.

—

one year later

as you walk hand in hand into the library with brendan, you can’t help but notice something out of the corner of your eye.

“look brendan!” you whisper-yell at your boyfriend.

“hm?” he says turning his head to look at you. he follows where your finger is pointed, and spots the small table in the corner that started it all. there’s a boy and girl sat there together. you look up at him and see a small smile creep upon his lips.

“they’re just like us” he says, squeezing your hand gently.

“i wonder what would’ve happened if nolan never forced you to talk to me” you chuckle quietly.

“i’m so glad he did, now cmon let’s go return your book” he says.

you both walk over to the librarian and return your book you’d taken out about a week ago. she gives you a small smile, and a little wink indicating that you were once again back at the library’s with brendan. you had befriended her over all the times you’d spent at the library, so of course she commonly saw you and your boyfriend studying. it was the only place you could remain focused at, no one really attends the library that you know personally, so you had no shame coming there during the times you were overtired, or even the times when you had mascara stains from a fight with brendan.

“i don’t know if i’ve told you guys this, but you two are a darling couple. you remind me of me and my husband when we were young. i always see you two studying together.” she smiles as she puts the book on the cart next to her.

“oh thank you margaret!” you blush, waving her off. you and brendan begin to exit the library when he speaks up, “you’re friends with the librarian?” he chuckles, teasing you a bit.

“you know how much time i spend here studying. i began to befriend her a little bit. we really only talk on the nights where i’m the last one to leave. y’know i’ve actually told her about you, i even told her how we met.”

“oh really? you’re such a dork, it’s so cute” he jokes, wrapping his arm around you.

“oh shut it. you’re the one who asked me out on a study date” you retort, making him chuckle.

“okay true, you got me there.”

#brendan brisson #brendan brisson imagine #brendan brisson x reader #brendan brisson blurb #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #umich hockey #michigan hockey

[k1rameki]

THE TIME HAS COME EVERYONE. ITS TIME TO TALK ABOUT MY EXTENSIVE LIST OF TABI HEADCANONS (hcs are under the cut plus this also counts as a little debrief of his human design bc jesus christ i put so much effort into making this man's design it went through a LOT of trial and error before settling on what i got now considering ive gradually made him less and less "human")

also quick thing b4 i proceed – please please PLEASE ask before making things w my tabi design bc ive seen a rlly cool papercraft made w/o my knowledge and that was kinda sucky so ya thats around it (other than the basics of no nsfw and such)

APPEARANCE HCS

first and foremost — hes half japanese because i remember his aside counterpart being japanese iirc and i thought that was really cool and wanted to implement that into my own little hc (also he speaks like a dozen languages bc of another thing i'll go into detail with in a bit

so many different facial features, scarring (theres a very elaborate reason for this tbh), moles, freckles, etc all bc why not?? (freckles is primarily bc of my bestie crow and now im obsessed)

lashes bc why not, give every man a pair of lashes i think theyre pretty

PIERCINGS. so many piercings. this is primarily because i am a very firm believer that tabi gets piercings done because he wants to feel human again so he finds comfort in decorating himself as much as possible for that reason and also the aesthetic

broken horn bc of the mod events, damage beyond repair and whatnot

HE HAS LONG HAIR BC I SAID SO ‼️‼️ i figured considering he's been invisible for so long he never really knew what to do when it came to cutting his hair, so eventually it grew out to around his waist, and he kept that hairstyle ever since (he prefers wearing his hair in a ponytail or smth bc sensory issues when it comes to hair touching his skin)

a lot of tater's hcs infected my brain hehehehehe especially the tail and his hands still being what they were when they were cursed (also. paw beans. /vpos)

HES TRANS ‼️‼️ hes also very dumb and has very little regard for his health and forgets to take his binder off a lot (trust me he gets scolded a lot for that)

GENERAL HCS

hes autistic and has adhd — the autism hc i lowkey stole from crow but the adhd hc ive had for a long long while now — one of his lifelong special interests is performing arts and musicals

chronic insomniac — sleep? never heard of her

plays like 5 different instruments but primarily specialises in piano and guitar

safe food is anything sweet or chocolatey — he has a massive sweet tooth and is obsessed w cookies and pastries in particular which ayana baked for him a lot (ill prolly make a whole other post for her in the near future but guys. pastry chef aya. hear me out)

an absolute boss at board games, especially monopoly, and he constantly loves screwing everyone over

extremely hyperfixated on pokemon and owns a bajillion folders filled with cards worth a buttload of money, and a dozen plushies + figurines (projecting bc pokemon is one of my hyperfixes dont judge me) his fav gen is absolutely johto

his eyesight is pretty bad but like. not bad enough for him to be needing glasses (unlike a certain someone cough cough agoti)

speaking of said certain someone, he and agoti do each other's hair a lot simply because its really fun and provides some stimulation, and also because it helps tabi practice with self care and such

VERY SENSITIVE TO SOUND AND TEXTURES, often times he will probably start crying if something sounds or feels wrong

sometimes he forgets certain words in english and has to resort to using what theyre called in russian

has the goofiest sounding laugh ever and i will die on this hill. when you get tabi cackling he will start rolling on the floor and making the most UNGODLY sounds

can speak like 6 languages fluently and a dozen others in simple conversation (NERD ALERT)

he sucks so hard at writing essays but is (for some reason) really good at maths

despite being the more serious one among his group of friends, tabis a dumbass and does a lot more stupid things than one would expect

#hey everyone long ettie post real #tabi has taken over my mind #UUAUAUAGH GWR #fnf tabi #🦇 human!tabi #digital artwork #my art #battie chronicles

[stardancerluv]

Hello! I love writing. I try & proofread but I have dyslexia so there will be typos! (Sorry!) I also will always try and do justice to the concept of reader…who will always be Fem!Reader! There are some amazing writers, @mlmxreader @ronaldrx who are fantastic at Male Reader. I would not want to stomp on their territory! (Please don’t creep on their accounts!)

My writing is always for 18+ Even the fluffy ones since they may or may not reference issues that I don’t want someone 18 & younger to read.

I enjoyed Stranger Things since season 1. Steve & his friendship with Robin and Dustin…love it so much. I watched season 4 & I fell hard for Eddie Munson & Joseph Quinn!

So please… no drama! Comments…reblogs & feedback is always welcome! Finally, I do have a tag list..want on it? Just ask!! Thank you for reading!!!

I love what Joseph Quinn did with Eddie.

I decided to write my own version of Eddie that weaves in and out of the events of the season!

Blossoming of a Shy Violet 👈🏻 (click here to find current and track new chapter release!)

Summary

—-Eddie encounters the new girl in school after addressing his fellow students in the cafeteria. She is reluctant to get to know anyone. Can Eddie change her mind?

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader. It includes…fluffy, angsty, & smutty moments. 18 only….DNI if you are a minor.

Warning: includes (not limited to)… Esteem issues, bullying, murder referenced, underage drinking Virgin!Reader, oral m&f, PV sex, fingering, dom!Eddie (to a name a few)

Pumpkin and the Beast (click here for current and up to date chapter listings!)

——Bookworm, cutesy fem!reader gets into trouble at a party Eddie rescues her. It’s an established friendship, a few months in the making. Will explore what happens when opposites come together?

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader. It will include…fluff, angst, & perhaps smutty moments. 18 only….DNI if you are a minor.

Studying English Literature in college, I became a fan of Les Miserables. I enjoyed the various versions. I had never heard of the BBC!Version (till Joe) Enjolras was one of my favorite characters…viva revolution! I decided to write a story around him.

A Time to Love and To Fight 👈🏻 (click here to find current and track new chapter release!)

new chapters coming soon!!!

Summary

——Reader is her own girl. She has to take care of her household. By accident, she runs into Enjolras.

This story is Enjolras x Fem!Reader. This story now contains angst, fluff & smut!

Warning: French Revolution mind set (gonna try and capture this!) War themes, sickness, dated view of women!

I watched Catherine the Great & fell for Prince Paul. Growing up I heard many stories about Russia. This is why the story will be an AU of Prince Paul.

By the Light of the Silvery Moon (click here for new parts!)

—-Prince Paul has to deal with his mother & all of Russia. Its not long before he meets fem!reader & is engaged. Now he has to juggle that & the Russian court. Shortly, he weds his mother sends him away and he will not return the same Paul.

Warning: There will be fluff, angst, smut & supernatural elements! And lastly the reader is a fem!reader.

There Will Never Be Another You

Part One

Part Two

This is my attempt at writing a story for Grunauer. He truly deserved better then the cards he was dealt. Here I will try and do him justice.

Warning: There will be flufff…angst…smut and there may be some supernatural elements to it. Also will have a lot of dated thoughts on men & women. This will show how how be also will have a fem!reader. Enjoy!

All ❤️s, reblogs & feedback are welcome!

Hello! 👋🏻 Like I said above…Been a fan of Stranger Things since season 1. Saw Eddie and fell hard for him & Joe. Steve’s arch is by far one of my fav bits of the show. There are so many…so many amazing Steve fanfics out there.

Never felt the need write one. That said, I do enjoy Joe Keery’s work. Most recently…Fargo Season 5 & Marmalade! Can’t wait to see Finally Dawn. That said, Fargo Season 5…his character Gator Tillman…has me in a strangle hold.

The Past Follows Like a Shadow

(Link leads to the chapters! 👆🏻)

This story is an AU to Fargo Season 5.

Gator Tillman…had a childhood friend who turned into a girlfriend till his dad put the kibosh to it. That girl is back in town. What will that mean for Gator…what will it mean to her??

All ❤️s, reblogs & feedback are welcome!

P. S. In case…there is anyone still looking or wanting to read some Ewan McGregor fan-fiction & his amazing characters. Ewan McGregor Master List 👈🏻 Click here for all my Ewan McGregor Fan-fiction)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn #joe quinn fanfiction #joe quinn imagine #eddie munson #eddie muson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 fanfiction #bbc!enjolras #bbc les mis #enjolras x y/n #enjolras x you #enjolras x fem!reader #enjolras imagine #enjolras fanfiction #enjolras fluff #enjolras angst #prince paul #joe quinn fanfic #prince paul fanfiction #joe keery #fargo season 5

[pjsk-story-summaries]

Imprisoned Marionette Event Story Summary

TL;DR: Kanade continues to struggle writing a song that can save Mafuyu. Honami, her housekeeper, suggests that the best way to help someone is to get to know them. She also hands her two tickets to a nearby doll exhibit. Kanade invites everyone from the circle to go with her.

While there, Mafuyu stumbles upon a marionette doll and has a panic attack. She doesn't know why, though. Kanade goes to talk to Miku about it, who suggests that Mafuyu might have seen herself in the doll.

Meanwhile, Mafuyu has a nightmare that she had turned into an unfeeling, uncaring marionette. She's snapped out of it by Kanade asking how she feels. Yuki tells K about it on call right after, though she can't piece together what it means. K asks if Yuki did see herself in the doll, to which Yuki isn't sure. K prompts her to write lyrics from the emotions she feels from the doll.

Mafuyu goes to SEKAI to work. Miku tells her that her emotions aren't useless like she thinks, since they're a part of her. She also reveals a marionette that's been there since the beginning, though she's cut the strings off to play cat's cradle.

Yuki finishes the song lyrics, which the others praise as her best yet. Amia and K want her to continue to try expressing her feelings through lyrics, even if she doesn't know how to identify what they are.

Fan translation (HLYF) (playlist includes card stories)/ Official English YouTube Upload / Song (Jackpot Sad Girl) 2DMV

Chapter 1: Kanade continues to compose a song that will save Mafuyu. She sends the demo to Yuki, Enanan, and Amia. The latter two love it, but Yuki doesn't feel anything towards it. After Yuki logs off, Enanan expresses her frustration with trying to understand Mafuyu through her expressionless personality. Kanade realizes she doesn't know Mafuyu well at all.

Chapter 2: Honami comes over to clean and cook for Kanade. She makes some tea, pleased to find it relax her. Kanade thanks Honami for helping her, to which Honami replies she's just happy to help. Kanade asks for some advice on how to help people. Honami tells her that the best way is to simply get to know someone. Honami also hands Kanade some tickets to a doll exhibit nearby, since she can't go herself and it's close to her dad's hospital.

Chapter 3: Nightcord continue to work on the song. K doesn't recognize any feelings within Yuki's lyrics, unlike her songs as OWN. K offers Amia tickets to the doll exhibit, who in turn turns it into a full-group outing.

On her way out the day of, Mafuyu tells her mom about the doll exhibit. Her mother doesn't stop her, but wishes she'd go see some more emotionally enriching art, like paintings.

Chapter 4: All four arrive at the doll exhibit. Mizuki comments on how cute all the clothes are, while Kanade admires how each doll lives in it's own "world". While talking, she notices a small change in Mafuyu's expression. As they continue on, Mafuyu stumbles upon a marionette. She has a memory of someone saying "You're such a good girl" while looking at it, sparking a panic attack.

Chapter 5: Kanade finds Mafuyu and asks what's wrong. All Mafuyu can pinpoint is the doll making her sick. She doesn't know why. All four go home so Mafuyu can recover.

Kanade still doesn't know what happened, however. She goes to SEKAI to ask Miku, who's playing cat's cradle. Though Miku was born from Mafuyu's feelings, not even she knows what those emotions are. Still, she wants to help. Kanade tells her about Mafuyu's reaction to the doll. Miku thinks the doll might have reminded Mafuyu of herself.

Chapter 6: That night, Mafuyu dreams she's the doll in the exhibit. She doesn't mind at first, since she doesn't have to feel or think anything. However, Kanade asks her what she feels, insisting that she cares, forces Mafuyu awake. She returns to the Nightcord call, where K is still working. Yuki tells K about her dream. She can't put her feelings into words, though. K asks if she can try putting them into lyrics instead.

Chapter 7: Yuki still isn't sure if she can do that. K, remembering Miku's words, asks Yuki if she saw herself in the doll. She wants her to write about that experience. Reluctantly, Yuki agrees.

Mafuyu goes to SEKAI to work, where she finds Miku. Miku tells her about Kanade's question. Mafuyu doesn't know why Kanade cares so much, since emotions are ugly and unnecessary. Miku disagrees, however. They're still a part of Mafuyu, so they can't be useless. Mafuyu notices a marionette next to Miku, who reveals it's been there the whole time. Miku had cut off the strings to play cat's cradle.

Meanwhile, K joins the Nightcord call with Enanan and Amia to tell them what's up. Amia suggests that Mafuyu might feel like the marionette because of the relationship she has with her mother.

Chapter 8: Yuki shows the rest of the group the lyrics. They're all impressed, since the lyrics feel much more alive than before. K decides to turn them into a new song right away. A week later, she finishes. Mafuyu still doesn't know what she feels when she hears it, but the pain isn't the same as the ache from before. K and Amia suggest that Mafuyu might not be as emotionless as she thinks she is and prompt her to express things through songwriting. In response, Mafuyu becomes more brutally honest about all her opinions (much to Ena's annoyance). She's not sure if she's enjoying herself yet, but she might be.

#project sekai #nightcord at 25:00 #event story #asahina mafuyu #yoisaki kanade #shinonome ena #akiyama mizuki #n25 miku #mochizuki honami #imprisioned marionette

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Chapter Five: Parent Teacher Conferences

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!OC (Alice Greene)

Summary: Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a workaholic. Between teaching university courses, running the Kreizler Institute, and minding Stevie -his ward-, he does not have time for relationships. That is until he meets Ms. Greene, Stevie's English teacher, at open house. Can he open his heart to the possibility of love?

Word Count: 3,192

W: mentions of drinking, bullying/hazing

A/N: I unexpectedly had to go out of state for a week and then move into my on-campus apartment when I came back but in my time before classes started I got this finished :) Yeehaw senior year here I come

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Although the university semester and the public school system did not line up exactly, there was enough overlap to swamp both Stevie and Laszlo in work. They were two sides of the same coin. Stevie worked his ass off studying and writing papers while Laszlo burned the midnight oil grading exams and essays. He almost fell asleep at his desk with his reading glasses on, trying to understand a student’s ill-conceived paper, when Stevie told him to call it a night.

Laszlo received an email from the school reminding parents, and guardians, the week after progress report cards the school would host a parent teacher conference night. He suspected it was to designate a night for all the overbearing parents to heckle the teachers after grades came back. After all, his office hours were always booked after midterms with crying freshmen begging for extra credit or another chance when they never did the reading to begin with. He always listened, some students had valid or extenuating circumstances, but he was better known for being unrelenting.

Stevie’s grades were excellent. Not valedictorian, but reflective of his work. Laszlo did not consider attending the conference until he received an email from Ms. Greene. 

Dear Dr. Kreizler,

I hope you are doing well, and I hope midterms have not overwhelmed you. As difficult as they are for students, I know grading is no walk in the park either. 

I’m sure you saw the school’s reminder about parent teacher conferences, but I wanted to personally invite you. I have some concerns about Stevie, and I would like to discuss them with you in person. If you are unavailable that night, please let me know and we can schedule another meeting. 

Thank you so much!

Ms. Alice Greene

Laszlo reflected on the last few weeks. In their weekly conversations, she mentioned she thought some of the students might be giving Stevie a hard time. He anticipated it would settle when the novelty wore off, but now he was not sure. Laszlo rearranged his schedule, ensuring he wouldn’t be stuck at the university or working at the Institute and miss the evening.

He asked Stevie if he would like to attend the conferences as well, not mentioning the email from Ms. Greene, but stating that if they were discussing him it was only fair for him to be present. Stevie declined and joked that with Doctor Kreizler there he had the best defense. Laszlo was glad Stevie still thought so, even in jest. Stevie’s only request was for him to bring back dinner after the conference. The refrigerator was empty after midterms, and he wanted to eat something other than eggs and toast. Laszlo laughed and promised to bring back whatever Stevie wanted. 

Apparently, Alice did not learn from her previous mistakes. At open house, the cookies she hand-baked and decorated were barely touched by the parents. And yet, she made cookies for the conferences. Alice decorated them like books, giving each of them a classic literature title, and arranged them on a cookie carrier. 

This far into the year, her classroom was not spotless and picturesque like it was at open house. She swept the floors again, finding half a dozen discarded pens and pencils, and rewrote the information she kept on the whiteboard. Parents and administrators loved to see objectives, standards, and assignments in clearly visible spaces. Looking around, she realized several of the desks never made it to their original places after their group discussions, so she rearranged them. A few desks positioned across from her desk would be suitable for the evening.

The first parent arrived with a sheepish student in tow, and she gestured for them to sit down and take a cookie. Neither did.

***

An hour later, Alice was dying for an iced coffee. She knew drinking one at this time would keep her awake half the night, but she needed something to make her smile. A few of her conversations were genuinely productive, exploring what she and the parents could do to better support the student, addressing her concerns, and building positive relationships. 

However, she had just as many discouraging conversations from parents insisting their child was right and she was incorrect. Bitsy warned her in a more affluent area the parents were more involved and typically more self-righteous, but her expectations did not match reality. They had the audacity to tell her all the ways she did her job incorrectly

She was tired, and she wanted to go home. Iced coffee wasn’t a strong enough drink, but she might settle for it on her drive home. 

Laszlo debated visiting Stevie’s other teachers. He performed well in their classes, and as far as he knew they had no matters to discuss with him. Still, since some of them were communicative with him when he emailed them, he decided to drop by a few classrooms. Laszlo kept his visits brief as he knew he was expected elsewhere. Additionally, he did not want the ice to melt in his surprise.  

“Are these the same recipes as before? 

“What?” Confused, Alice looked up from her desk. He stood by the cookies she no doubt painstakingly designed, and yet looked as if they hadn’t been touched all night. “Oh,” she smiled, “Dr. Kreizler.”

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Greene.” His sheepish smile was genuine. “I brought you a gift, but maybe I should call it a bribe in exchange for some of these cookies.” He set the iced coffee on her desk and sat down.

“You didn’t have to do that. I would have let you take some home anyway.” She picked up the coffee and read the label. “Decaf? You are intuitive, Dr. Kreizler.” Alice reached into the minifridge behind her desk and grabbed the bottle of coffee creamer. Laszlo did not know how she took her coffee, so once he learned she kept supplies in her classroom he reasoned black was fine and she could sweeten it to taste.

His cheeks reddened, and he hoped it was not terribly noticeable. “I thought you would appreciate a pick me up without it keeping you awake.” She thanked him and urged him to take some cookies. Laszlo debated between them, knowing the flavor was the same, but there were implications based on the titles he chose. 

“Dracula and In Cold Blood. Interesting. I’m totally not judging you based on that now,” she laughed.

“As a literature teacher, what’s your formal determination?” Laszlo evaluated people professionally, and for fun, so he was curious about her opinion. 

“Well,” she took another sip of her coffee and smiled mischievously. He liked the way she crinkled her nose. “Dracula is a classic, and honestly underrated. It’s much more humorous than people think, and the original sotry is often overlooked. And In Cold Blood, well, you must be a true crime junkie. Based on a true story, but obviously dramatized. You probably researched the real case while reading and felt better for knowing the truth.”

Laszlo wiggled his eyebrows. Impressive. He took a bite of his sugar cookie. “And you? What books would you choose?” This was his opportunity to read her.

She checked her watch on her left wrist and playfully sighed. “I was saving these two until the end of the night, but I think you will be the last parent I see tonight.”

“I’m honored,” he demurred.

“And it’s only fair since I judged your taste,” she hesitated for suspense, “so I’ll take Pride and Prejudice and Count of Monte Cristo.”

Laszlo thought for a moment. Her first choice did not surprise him, but her second did. He grappled with the Count first. “The Count of Monte Cristo is complicated, and so are you. You enjoy unraveling plots, and you’re a sucker for a tragedy. As for Pride and Prejudice, you are a romantic, but with particular taste. You want to be swept off your feet as if you were in a Jane Austen novel, but that has not happened yet.”

He tended to push people too far, and Laszlo feared he was too blunt. Ms. Greene was taken aback, the nervous set of her mouth said that, but her eyes told him it was true. She stirred her drink with her straw and took another sip. 

“You’re very insightful, Dr. Kreizler.” She met his eye and held it. He never noticed the flecks of color and how they glimmered even under the fluorescent light. Laszlo wondered how she would look in warm light, candlelight, moonlight. A door slammed down the hall and broke them from their trance. “But, I think we should talk about Stevie.”

“Yes, of course. You’re right,” Laszlo agreed. He pulled a small notebook and pen from his suit jacket pen. At the top of a clean page, he wrote the date and “Conference — Stevie”.

“Stevie is doing well in class. I’m sure you know that from checking his grades and his progress report. That’s not what I’m concerned about, unless his grades start to drop, of course.” Laszlo took notes as she spoke. “I noticed that in my class at least, Stevie doesn’t have a solid group of friends. Which, some kids don’t and that’s completely fine, but there’s a group that has been antagonistic toward him.” His pen scratched to a stop.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Pretty much since the beginning of the year. I know it can be difficult when you don’t fit in—” Laszlo arched an eyebrow, but she ignored it. “— and I’ve spoken with him several times. I’ve done everything except go to administration which he expressed he does not want. However, if the situation escalates then I will have no choice.”

Laszlo sighed wearily. “I have noticed Stevie being quieter, less chatty, than before. On the other hand, he has been out of the house more, too, and I think he has friends in another class”

“I’m glad,” she said. “At least he has some support even if it’s in another class.”

“Stevie has support in your class. You’re an excellent teacher, and I appreciate you telling me what has happened. If you had not noticed, I don’t think anyone would. They lack your observational skills.” She blushed, remembering their earlier conversation. 

Having settled their official business, the conversation wandered again. She asked about his work at the university and the Institute, and he happily answered. Alice noticed his chest seemed to puff up with pride when he spoke about his students and he grew more animated. She enjoyed listening to him, and he made sure to reciprocate and ask her questions when appropriate. 

Alice soon finished her coffee, but she made no moves to leave her desk or pack her stuff. It was only Bitsy’s knock on the open door, and immediate regret, that made her realize how late it grew. Laszlo’s head whipped around at the knock.

“Just checking on you and letting you know I’m headed home. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Thanks, Bits. I’ll talk to you later.” While Laszlo was turned, Alice mimicked a phone by her ear, signaling Bitsy to call her later.

He arched an eyebrow. “Are you close friends with Ms. Sussman?”

“She’s my work wife, and before that, she was my school sister. Bitsy is the one who told me this school was looking for English teachers, so I have her to thank.” For more than just the job. Alice doubted she would have met Dr. Kreizler any other way.

“It’s good to have friends nearby. As much as John annoys me, I cannot imagine working without him.” He chuckled and glanced at the watch on his right wrist. “My, it’s grown late. You can’t have eaten if you’ve been here all night.”

“What do you mean?” She giggled. “You saw me eat these two cookies and drink this coffee. That’s my dinner.”

“That does not count as a meal.”

“Of course it does, when you count the half a dozen cookies I had between baking them and setting them out.”

He scoffed. “That is not a meal. Delicious, but not a meal,” Laszlo teased. “Would you like a late dinner and to continue our conversation?”

Alice froze. Laszlo’s piercing brown eyes never left her face even when she wished they would. Her cheeks flushed, and she knew if she spoke she would stammer. A million thoughts ran through her head, and she would trip over the words. Alice desperately wanted to accept. Laszlo was handsome, respectable, and polite. An excellent conversationalist, and he listened to her.

Conversely, he was a parent and she was his child’s teacher. It was a moral dilemma, and it must be a breach of ethics. If anyone knew, they could accuse her of favoriting Stevie at Dr. Kreizler’s request, or even worse exchanging sexual favors for better grades. Alice imagined the red tape they would have to go through to be together. 

She took a deep breath in before speaking. “I would like to accept, but I can’t.” The expectant smile disappeared from his face, and it tugged at her heart. “This isn’t a good night for me. I need to check on Georgie, and you need to get back home to Stevie.” He twitched at the mention of Georgie. Alice couldn’t resist a snicker. “Don’t worry, he’s not my boyfriend or anything. He’s my handsome tuxedo cat, and I fear what he will do if I don’t feed him dinner soon.”

Relieved, Laszlo chuckled. He was such a serious man that Alice liked seeing him laugh. She admired the crinkles by his eyes and the way he cracked a smile. His whole face scrunched. 

“Cats and children are not so different. I know Stevie is perfectly capable of making dinner, but I promised him I would pick something up on my way back.” He checked his watch again and stood. “It’s late, and I should leave.”

“Wait, Dr. Kreizler,” Alice scrambled for a post-it-note and pen. “Just because tonight isn’t a good night doesn’t mean I don’t want to have dinner with you.” She wrote her phone number in pink ink.

He blinked twice and accepted the sticky note. “Thank you.” His round cheeks flushed rosy red, and she found it adorable. “I will plan another night, and I should let you return home to Georgie.”

“Goodnight, Dr. Kreizler,” she grinned.

His brows pinched together in thought. “Please, call me Laszlo. There’s no need for such formalities.”

“It’s funny. I still want to call you Dr. Kreizler. Goodnight then, Laszlo.”

He entered the hallway, conscientious that half the lights were dimmed to denote the late hour. His leather messenger bag threatened to slip off his shoulder, but holding a paper plate of cookies he didn’t dare fuss with the bag. Laszlo glanced around for a desk or a table in the hallway to set them down so he could fix it, but instead, he found the blustering figure of Coach Connor.

Laszlo gave the coach an obligatory nod and continued on his way. He did not visit him during the conferences, and his absence was noted. Curious, Laszlo hesitated in the hallway. 

He heard Ms. Greene — Alice! — greeting the coach, and he noted the difference in her tone of voice. It was colder, more rigid and reserved, but still seemingly pleasant. However, Laszlo recognized the difference with a small smile. She wanted the conversation to end as quickly as she could. It was only a minute or two later that Coach Connor reappeared in the hallway, red-faced and grumbling. He became the target of his frustration. 

“Get the hell outta here, can’t you see it’s late?” Laszlo stepped back, but Coach Connor insisted on being in his face. “You shouldn’t be here.” Laszlo opened his mouth to protest, but when he did Coach Connor knocked the paper plate of cookies from his hand. He stormed off, but not before Laszlo could cut in with the final word.

“I see she didn’t offer you any, Coach. Perhaps there’s a reason why.” 

Once he was out of sight, Laszlo knelt to the ground to pick them up. He was not the type of man to leave a mess behind him, and he would hate for her to see them scattered on the floor when she left her classroom. 

***

Laszlo returned home with a box of pizza from Stevie’s favorite pizzeria. He sprung for garlic knots and extra marinara as a treat and poured himself a glass of wine. Stevie commented it was later than expected, considering the conferences ended at eight and it was going for ten now, but Laszlo insisted it was because of a big party at the pizzeria slowing down orders. Stevie shrugged, not pressing the matter, but clearly not believing him. He regarded Laszlo with a suspicious eye.

Laszlo ate and spoke normally, but the sticky note with her number burned a hole in his pocket. He thought about what he might text her, or if he should call her instead. Which restaurant would she prefer? If he went too formal would she be intimidated? But if he went more casual would she be disappointed? Laszlo knew he wouldn’t sleep, but he did not mind. 

Alice scratched Georgie’s ears. He purred while he ate, and he did not allow her to do anything else in her apartment until he fed her. She couldn’t set down her bag, slip off her shoes, or fill her water. Demanding, but her little darling, so she gave him his regular meal and a treat. 

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and sure enough Bitsy’s face covered the screen as her call came in. They shared locations once years ago trying to find the right café and never undid it. Now, Bitsy could tell precisely when Alice arrived home to ask about her evening. She spoke quickly and almost tripped over her words. 

“What happened with you and the doctor? And don’t you act coy with me or lie to me.”

“Well,” Georgie arched his spine as she ran her hand down his back, “he brought me another coffee, but it was decaf this time since it was evening. We talked about Stevie, of course, and you know my concerns about him.”

Bitsy cut her next sentence off. “You know that’s not what I want to know. Tell me what happened after!” 

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, knowing she had every ounce of Bitsy’s attention, “we talked for a long time, and he asked me to dinner. I said no—”

“—What?! Are you crazy?

“No to tonight, Bits, not to anything. I gave him my number so we could plan something for another night.”

“Thank God, you almost gave me a heart attack there.”

“I’m not stupid. Maybe a bit impulsive, or foolish even, but not stupid.” She thought for a minute, knowing she had been standing on the edge of a precipice. Alice took the plunge, giving him her number, and she knew everything would change. She just didn’t know how yet.

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