A/n I'm sorry for any errors i wrote this at 2am :3
"Such a nasty fucking slut aren't you baby? Enjoying my best friend eating my load out of this greedy cunt while I watch, what a dirty girl" He smirks, looking down at your fuck out expression on his lap as Suguru's slurping your cunt while he's on his knees, two fingers stuffing your hole while he's lapping your wet folds. It was absolutely filthy, Gojo decided to let Suguru watch him fuck you silly so he can visually see how to properly fuck a girl since he recently got in a new established relationship and well, he doesn't have that much experience on how to pleasure his girlfriend but honestly there was no fucking way you could even tell anyways cause God he sure knew how to work his tongue.
Geto pulls away with a smirk while he drills his fingers in and out of you, "Damn you weren't wrong Satoru, her cunt tastes so fucking good, so sweet and tasty" he smirks looking up at his best friend while circling his tongue over his lips to lick up your juices. You cunt clenching around his fingers due to the praise.
"See I fucking told you sugu", Gojo gives him a cocky grin while bringing his thumb down to rub sloppy circles on your puffy clit while Geto continues fingerfucking you, he watches how your legs start shaking and your moans get louder and louder.
"She's also so fucking sensitive, aren't ya princess?", he obviously knew there was no way your gonna respond or say anything, it was just too much, earlier Gojo fucked you so fucking hard and good it didn't even feel like reality anymore, then not long after he stuffed your cunt full with his cream, Gojo made a brave suggestion that Geto should clean it up as a joke well look what that resulted to, tears stepping out of your eyes, it was so much, Geto was eating your cunt like a homeless man that just gotten his favorite meal that he haven't ate in a long time, ravishing and exploring your wet cunt with his tongue, hell he was even kissing it and you couldn't do anything about it because of the strong grip Gojo has on your thighs to keep you still, your on the verge of cumming, but the thing is, this time it felt so weird and different.
"Ohmygodohmygod fuckk!" you cried out as if you were panicking, "what is it pretty girl, are you gonna cum or is it too much?" Suguru asked, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions as he increased his lace, curling his fingers against your tight walls, God he knew exactly what he was doing.
He looked up to Gojo and it was like they can read each other's minds or something, Gojo started thumbing your clit faster, the loud squeak of your wet cunny along with your lond moans filling the room as they continued overstimulating you. Suguru brings his hand up to pinch your nipples while Gojo goes closer to you to suck on the other.
"Uughh fuckkk" you hiccupped while your eyes roll back, body arch against Gojo's chest, a cold shiver hits your spine as you felt something wet circling your puckered hole, Suguru's tongue swirling around your tight sensitive hole while it winks and flutters against the pad of his tongue, fuck you never felt so intense before, it was just crazy.
"I'm cumming! Im cumminggg!" you screamed, eyes rolling back as you felt some type of liquid gushing out of you, spraying onto Geto's face and all over his hair but that obviously he didn't stop him one bit, matter a fact it motivated him, both of them smiling at each other as Suguru pounds his fingers into you at an impossible pace, your clit practically numb from Gojo. After they were both satisfied, Suguru sucked up your juices and cleaned your dirty cunt with his tongue.
"Didn't think the first time you'd squirt would be with me and my best friend?, What a little dirty slut you are princess" Gojo whispers in your ears before planting a kiss on your forehead.
"So, ya think you know how to please a woman now?" Gojo questions Geto, looking at him.
"I don't know man I thinkkk I need more visuals and experiments if that's alright with you" Suguru grins slyly at his friend, hoping he understands what he meant.
"Of course bro, that's fine by me, thats what best friends are for". Gojo winks at him playfully.
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So… If you can… Could you write Ran as a father and husband with a bit of obscenity at the end? I'll be so grateful if you do
And it's okay if you can't 🥰
here u go♡ I did female reader cuz u weren't specific, I hope that's okay!
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ran haitani x fem!reader
summary: your husband, ran haitani, is a charming man and a wonderful father to his daughter.
"Papa!" your 3 year old daughter jumps off the couch and dashes to the front door as it opens, revealing your tired-looking husbad. You smile upon seeing how he embraced her and got up to join their little cuddle session. "evening baby, I missed you today, and so did d/n." Your daughter hugs her father tightly and nods while ran just chuckled a bit at how she snuggled impossibly closer to him, "missed you too sweetheart, you and d/n."
The three of you settled on the couch putting on a barbie movie to watch together, well, mostly for d/n to watch because she seemed most excited to watch the new barbie move, she was obsessed with them, and ran only spoils her by giving her more and more dolls that are way too expensive(not that money has ever been a problem), you've lost count of how many barbies she has by now, you tell ran everyday he can't keep spoiling her, he never listens.
You're snapped out of your thoughts by the question she asks, "mama, I want a little brother." Huh?. You stare at her following her eyes to the TV screen where a little baby boy is displayed, I don't remember any barbie movies with that in it, You glace back at ran who has a shit eating grin on his face, ever since last month he's been bugging you about wanting a son, this was the cherry on top for him....
"Do you really want a brother, d/n?" You ask wanting to be sure, "Yes! I want his name to be Ken!" You snort a bit at the last part, you guess you can give her a sibling
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"Oh-Oh fuck-don't stop~" you moan at the feeling of rans thick cock inside of you, "you're so-fuck-so tight sweetheart" he pants into you ear slamming in and out of your tight hole, you have to slap a hand over you mouth to stop yourself from screaming, you don't want to wake d/n up but, "feels so good ran! Don't stop- please-please" your eyes roll to the back of your head, his tip kissing your cervix, you clench around him, nails digging into his back as he messily rubsvcircles on your clit.
"I'm gonna cum ran, ran!" Your back arches up, "be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?" He wraps his other hand around your neck and slams into you faster, and you're pushed over the edge, liquid gushing out if you cut, you fucking squirted making a mess all over. "That was hot" he says to himself as he flips you face down ass up, sliding back inside you resuming his relentless pace.
All that could be heard was your cam girl like moans and the lewd sound if his balls slapping your pussy, he gipped your hair and pounded into you faster, slapping you ass from time to time.
"Fuckfuckfuck, sweetheart cum for me agan"
Once again you are sent over the edge and not long after you moan at the feeling of his thick ropes of cum filling you up, nice and full.
You flip over and collapse on the bed when he pulls out, whining softly when he fucks the cum back into you with his long fingers. He leans closer and kisses you, "I love you ran." "I love you too sweethea—"
knock knock
"Mama, papa?"
my first req💜💜
Dont hate on me if u think its bad ok,,,
srry 4 any errors, English isn't my first language:)
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can't stop thinking about sevika spanking reader's pussy 🫠🫠🫠
ps: i'm obsessed with your writing and sevika nation is grateful to you for your service 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜 feel free to just skip it if you don't feel like it.
hngggg... (p.s. i'm obsessed with my sweet anons and readers, i'm so fucking lucky to have such a supportive community! <3)
men and minors dni
sometimes it's just a little love tap.
while you're fully dressed and cuddling, before you leave for work, while you and sevika dance in the kitchen together. sometimes she just wants to show you some affection, and the first thing she can reach is your cunt.
sometimes it's in the heat of the moment.
sevika's eating you out, and she wants to see you jump, she'll give your wet pussy a quick smack to watch you squirm. or right before she's about to sink her strap in, she smacks it just to watch the way your cunt clenches around nothing. sometimes, when she's got two fingers inside of you, she'll quickly pull out and smack your cunt, laughing at the way your wetness makes the smack sound sticky.
but sometimes, she gives you a full spanking session.
sometimes, if you've been pissing her off or teasing her too much, sevika will spread your legs and deliver swift, open palmed smack after smack to your cunt.
she's evil.
she turns you on so much.
each smack makes you jump and flinch, and to anyone else, it would seem like you aren't enjoying yourself. especially when you start crying.
but sevika knows better. she can see the way your clit becomes engorged, the way blood rushes to your cunt and makes it puffy and swollen, the way you get soaking fucking wet after one or two smacks.
"you're so fucking desperate, aren't you? getting off on this... nasty." she whispers from where she's got your thighs pinned, your cunt open and pulsing around nothing.
"it's supposed to be a punishment, baby. you've been teasing me all day, feeling me up and kissing me like a slut. but you'll get off on anything i give you, won't you?" she teases. you whimper above her.
"sevika!" you whine. she chuckles darkly, and spanks your cunt with a loud 'smack!'
your thighs quiver and you wail, your hips lifting up to hump the air as sevika draws her hand away. she laughs and holds her palm up to your face.
"look how wet you are." she says. you whine. "soaking my hand and i'm barely touching you."
"sev, please." you beg.
"please what?" she asks. "you're gonna cum from this, i know you are. you always do-- you're so fuckin' nasty. so what're you beggin' for?" she asks.
"it hurts!" you whine. she laughs.
"that's the point." she says, delivering another quick smack to your cunt. you shiver.
"sevikaaa!" you scream. she swoops down to kiss up your tears, and swats your cunt again. this time, she doesn't move her hand after her blow, cupping your throbbing cunt in her hands, holding you until the pain dissipates.
"you okay?" she whispers, the seductive purr of her voice gone. you whimper.
"just-- gimmie a kiss?" you ask. sevika smiles and nods, ducking down to kiss your clit. you giggle and moan, then pull sevika up by the hair. "on my lips!" you say, laughing. sevika snorts and grins, crawling back up your body.
"oh." she says, giggling, before leaning down to kiss you soundly. you hum against her lips. "you wanna keep going?" she whispers against your mouth. you nod.
"i'm close." you whine. she grins.
"'cause you're a little freak." she says, admiringly. you smile and spread your legs impossibly wider, shifting your hips so sevika can get a good eyeful of your swollen, soaking wet cunt.
she grins, and with a quick swat, she smacks your cunt again.
you gasp and moan, and sevika laughs down at you.
"how many more before you're cummin' around nothin'?" she wonders aloud. you whine and shrug.
"guess you'll just have'ta find out." you say. she grins.
"fuck, i love you." she says, punctuating it with a swift smack.
it only takes three more spanks to get you to cum, but the night is far from over.
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Bad News First, Eddie
Part One 🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇FInal Part
This was getting longer than both Steve and Wayne's parts combined, so I'm gonna break it into 2 parts. Posting part 1 now, and part 2 should be up within a day. Thank you everyone for the wonderful replies/reblogs. I screenshot them cause they keep me going haha.
Trigger Warning: Child abuse referenced, as well as one scene of a child being slapped. Use of slurs in a derogatory manner.
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Bad news first, Eddie thinks to himself as he swings the trash can lid turned shield, this is a fuckton of bats. Good news, Dustin is safe.
The bats are overwhelming but he's holding his own. He can do this. He can buy them more time. He's done running away from the things that scare him.
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Bad news, Eddie thinks, watching Dustin sob above him, I'm gonna die here.
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Eddie dies. He knows this because all the hurt stops. The world has faded into itself, dimming to a blackness deeper than Eddie's ever known.
The afterlife is a bit disappointing if he's honest. He's not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't nothing. Endless, unfathomable nothing.
He kinda hoped he'd see his mom or something, but that's delusional. If the afterlife was heaven or hell, he wouldn't end up in the one his mom went to, that's for sure. Too many sins under his belt for that.
Death is pretty boring though.
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Time is impossible to track. He's tried a few times, counting seconds to make minutes but that's so boring he loses his train of thought. Ends up humming some tune or another before repeating the process.
The day he finds himself humming a Wham! song has Eddie a little panicked. He doesn't listen to Top 40 stations. He spent a good deal of time avoiding learning any Wham! songs, actually, so now that he's somehow gotten one such in his head...
This has got to be capital H Hell.
Well. Everyone in town thought he was on the road straight to it. Laugh it up, Hawkins. You were right. The Freak went straight down.
-
Eddie misses Wayne. He can't remember the last thing he'd said to him. When did he last tell his uncle he loved him? Wayne knew it though. He had to know it. They didn't say it out loud but they didn't need to. Right?
-
In the distance, Eddie sees something. A light? He's not sure what it is but it's something new. Something different.
The light leads him back into the Upside Down. The bats are swarming and he just crashed the bike- fuck fuck fuck, run. Run, Eddie, get the fuck out of here!
He's screaming at himself to run but instead his body stops. Turns. Pulls the shield and spear from his back and screams at the bats.
Eddie rips himself back, away. Crumples to the ground, folding into himself. Not that. Anything but that again.
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A soft humming sound. Gentle, warm.
Loving.
Eddie unfolds himself to see what it is.
His mom smiles down at him, reaches out to ruffle his hair as she hums. Eddie knows the danger has passed and he is safe now because Mamma only hums that when it's safe.
"There's my handsome boy," she moves the hand from his hair to boop the tip of his nose. "How about we play a little game, hmm? The floor is lava!"
She scoops him up and plops him on the kitchen table. There is a crunching sound beneath her feet as she moves. Lava sounds an awful lot like Dad's broken beer bottles but if Mamma wants to play pretend then Eddie can do that for her.
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His mother is beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world. He takes after her in a lot of ways. Matching curly locks, the same face scrunch when they're angry, their noses, big brown doe eyes. Eddie even shares her voice, just a different pitch. The point is, Eddie's mom is beautiful and he's got enough ego left at four years old to think of himself as beautiful, too.
The problem, then, is that Eddie makes the mistake of saying it in front of his Dad. 'As pretty as Mamma,' he'd said. They'd, he and Mamma that is, were sitting crosslegged on the floor in the living room. Dad had been in the kitchen, Eddie could hear him puttering about. Mamma had booped his nose and called him the best looking kid in all of America.
Eddie nodded fiercly, "yeah! As pretty at Mamma."
It used to be a fuzzy memory, what happens next. A flurry of movement and shouting. Now he's witnessing it with terrible clarity. His dad's hand curling around his upper arm and yanking him into the air, crushing hard enough to bruise. His dad's shouting at him. He remembers not remembering the words but now they hit him like the slap his dad delivered to his face. "No son of mine is going to be a fuckin' fag, thinkin' he's some pretty little girl. Is that what you want, you little shit? To be a little girl?"
"Stop it! Stop it! Let him go, he didn't mean anything like that!" he hears his Mamma plead but his Dad won't stop shaking him and screaming. He bursts into tears because it hurts and he's confused and his Dad's never hit him before- "Hit me! Hit me! If you're gonna hit someone, hit me!"
Eddie gets tossed aside. He lands on back and sees as his Dad does exactly as his Mamma demanded. Eddie's never been so scared in his life, he can't watch. He scampers down the hall as fast as he can and crawls under his bed to hide.
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If Eddie had to guess, that's the memory that ingrained his need to run.
-
He's reliving his memories. He's a little embarrassed how long it takes him to figure that out. They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. They don't tell you that the quote flash unquote takes a really fuckin' long time. Like, you know, your whole life long time.
It's so strange to witness, too. Like he's both watching the memories as an outsider, but also through his own eyes. He has both the knowledge that he had when he died, and also no experience beyond what he's seeing in the memory.
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He watches his Dad beat his Mamma, beat him, but also watches his Dad push him on the swings and slow dance around the kitchen with his Mamma. And that's the worst part, he thinks. That his Dad could have been an awesome one. If he'd stayed sober like he kept promising. He didn't though, couldn't. Hell, maybe it's even a wouldn't. He watchs Wyatt fucking Munson pick beer and drugs over him and his Mamma time and time again.
Couldn't even put them down long enough to be there when Mamma got sick.
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Eddie is seven. He's just had his head shaved, bald as his Mamma now. He regrets doing it as soon as he sees his Mamma's smile falter when Uncle Wayne drops him off at the hospital.
"We match, Mamma," Eddie says shyly, eyes downcast. "I wanted to match..."
"Oh, baby, come here," and she's scooping him into a hug, genuinly smiling again, "I love that we match. So long as it was your decision to cut your hair."
Eddie realizes now why her smile had faltered. She thought Dad had shaved his head against his will, probably because long hair was for woman, as he liked to say. Eddie in the memory didn't know that, though, so he just cuddles closer and says, "Yeah. Uncle Wayne did it for me, so it would be nice and even, he said. Wanna hear what we did in school today?"
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There is something looming at the edges of his vision. Eddie can't seem to make whatever it is come into focus. It's not a memory because those always focus. It's something else. Something new.
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His dad teaches him to hot wire a car. Makes him learn how to pick the lock on car doors and handcuffs. When he sees how easily Eddie took to lockpicking, he makes him learn other locks, too.
Eddie misses out on school because his dad can't be bother to enroll him and Eddie doesn't know how to do it himself. He's too scared to, anyway. Afraid his dad will start swinging and won't stop until he's dead.
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When Eddie is eleven, a lot happens. It was a pivitol age for him. He got his first crush (a boy named Jimmy) and a first kiss (a boy named Jeramiah). Eddie also ends up in the hospital because his Dad caught him kissing Jeramiah.
It's not his Dad that picks him up from the hospital, though.
Eleven is the age he is the day his Uncle Wayne moves him to Hawkins, Indiana.
He's also eleven the first time he hears Black Sabbath.
Eddie is also eleven years old when he decides that he wants good news delivered last. To end with something good.
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He relives becoming himself.
Catching up in school because he's not stupid, but falling behind because he is kinda dumb (schoolwork never seemed as imporant as hanging out with friends, or starting a band, or playing dungeons and dragon, or any other number of things).
The relief he feels the first time he meets another person like him, learns there's another word besides faggot for what he is. Gay. The immense pleasure of feeling truly seen the first time he says that out loud to someone (it's his best friend, Jeff) "Bad news, Jeff. You might hate me for this. Good news, I'm gay."
Good, good news. Jeff doesn't hate him!
There's a fear that Wayne might be like his Dad regarding all this, so he can't tell him; won't tell him.
But then Wayne comes home unexpectedly when Eddie is a freshman and catches him with another boy's tongue in his mouth. Eddie has a panic attack that winds up with him in the hospital.
He remembers the paralizing fear when Wayne came to pick him up upon his release. Eddie had walked to the pickup numb and afraid. He climbed in, buckled the seatbelt, and waited for the worst.
Wayne climbed in and started the pickup but didn't put it in gear. Instead, he spoke, "Life is gonna be rough for you, boy. Rougher than it should be."
Eddie cannot make words form to reply. Can't do anything but shake.
"Eddie," Wayne says and he feels the seat move as Wayne shifts to turn towards him, "the bad news is, life is gonna be rough, but the good news? Living under my roof isn't. Won't be. Eddie, my boy, I love you. And nothing, absolutely nothing, will change that."
Eddie breaks, like a puppet with its strings cut, sags in the seat and sobs. Never, never had Eddie ever bothered to entertain the idea that this might be Wayne's response.
-
Eddie is a sophomore the first time he notices Steve Harrington. It's fucking awful. It's also amazing.
Because noticing Steve Harrington means noticing Steve Harrington. He's immidiately popular because he's good looking and good at sports.
Eddie's not gonna claim to know Steve, he doesn't. There's just these little clues that King Steve isn't a default jerk. For one, Steve doesn't partake in bullying. He stays silent. Lets it happen.
But Eddie's also been witness to two times when Stever did step in; both times when it was escalating to be a phycical altercation.
"Hey, Tommy, don't," Steve had said, not quite stepping between Tommy and the other kid, but enough to be within Tommy's line of sight. "The game is tomorrow. You throw that punch and your hand is gonna hurt like a bitch through the whole game. And I swear to God if we lose this game because you can't handle it-" Steve didn't finish the sentence, didn't have to. Tommy lowered his arm and scoffed. Walked away mutter about how the kid wasn't worth it anyway.
The other time, it had been Jeff he'd defended. Jeff hadn't even been doing anything. Just stumbled into some asshole from the basketball team and knocked him over. Eddie had been the one who'd shoved Jeff (because Jeff was teasing him) and he was ready to place himself in the way when Steve had beat him to it.
"Fucking relax, it was an accident," Steve stood face to face with Roger. Eddie and Jeff just stared at the back of Steve's head. "It's not Jeff's fault that barely tapping you knocked you down like a house of cards. Right, Jeff?"
Eddie and Jeff blinked at each other in a sort of stunned silence because since when does King Steve know either of their names? Steve turned to look over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. Jeff stammered out, "R-right. It was an accident. Sorry, man."
"See, he's even sorry."
Eddie reached out, wrapped his hand around Jeff's wrist, and tugged him away. He could not stay here and witness anymore of Hero Steve or he was going to embarrass himself infront of the entire cafeteria in the worst way possible.
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That was the tipping point for Eddie. When he finally had to admit he wasn't just noticing Steve Harrington. He had a full blown crush on the dude.
Fuck.
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Watching his memories play, Eddie realizes he spent far too much time in high school trying to get Steve's attention. Bumping into him on purpose, being antagonistic to his friends just get a response, or trying his best to use Jedi mind powers to make teachers pair them together for projects in the rare few classes they shared (this never worked; teachers liked Steve too much and hated Eddie).
Steve changes between junior and senior year and still doesn't notice Eddie. Eddie's kinda bitter about it.
Then Steve graduates, but doesn't leave. He's always hanging around, bothering the freshman Eddie's taken under his wing. He's not jealous that Dustin Henderson thinks Steve hung the moon. He's not. (he is).
Anyway, the bad news. Steve graduates but doesn't leave and Eddie can't get over his stupid crush. Good news, he and Steve share a mutual friend in one obnoxiously lovable freshman, so that's like one step closer to Eddie being Steve's friend, right?
-
The thing that's looming finally comes into view when his most recent memories come up. Or, more accurately, it -she- makes herself seen.
He's holding a broken bottle to Steve's neck demanding to know what he's doing here and then the scene pulls away from him until he's watching himself threaten Steve. The memory moves in slow motion.
"Eddie?"
He screams because Jesus H Christ nothing else in the afterlife has ever spoken to him.
"I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you," she says. Eddie can see her now. She doesn't look like either an angel or a demon. She just looks like a regular person, a girl with shoulder length brown hair, wearing jeans and a yellow shirt that looks too big for her.
"Uh, it's fine?" Eddie says, because what else is he going to say? "Who're.. who are- what are you?"
"I am Eleven. It has been difficult to reach you, Eddie. Had to try, though."
"What?"
Eleven nods, like someone has said something he can't hear. There is a long pause before she speaks again. "Do you want to wake up, Eddie?"
"What do you mean wake up?" Eddie feels like he might start having a panic attack.
"I am not good with words. Not delicate, Mike would say," Eleven says, "so I will be frank. You are alive. Can be alive. Doctor Owens says you retreated into yourself. To protect yourself. But it's safe now. It is all safe. The Upside Down cannot hurt you again."
Eddie feels the panic set in almost instantly at those words. The memory explodes into black and the girl vanishes.
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The more Eleven shows up, the more aware of other things Eddie becomes. Occasionally the sound of conversation drifts in but it's far away, muffled. He can taste food on his tongue that he had not eaten. Feel a brush get stuck in his hair.
They don't really talk, he and Eleven. She takes her queues from him and since he's got no idea what's happening he doesn't know what queues to give.
"So, you're not here to like... send me on, or something?" He asks. They're sitting cross-legged in front of each other. Eddie in the outfit he died in and Eleven in shorts, a crop top, and an oversized jacket.
"Where would I send you?"
"Y'know. Like... Hell or wherever."
Eleven is silent a long time before she says, "I don't want to send you anywhere. I want to bring you back."
Back. He can go back? That doesn't seem right. That doesn't seem like it should be an option. "You mean like, back to Hawkins?"
"Eventually."
Eddie's not sure what to make of that. Is he gonna be a ghost? Because if it's Hell or being a ghost, the latter sounds infinity more fun. Plus, as a ghost he could probably check in on Wayne.
"Alright. You win, Eleven. Take me back."
Eleven stands up immediately, offering a hand to help Eddie up. "You have to want it."
"Want to be a ghost?"
"No. You have to want to be alive."
That makes sense, Eddie supposes. Wanting to be alive is probably what makes ghosts be able to like, be ghosts. "OK. OK. I can do this." He does a full body shake, dancing from one foot to another to pump himself up. "Alive. Alive. I want that. I want to live. I want to see my uncle again. Want to give Hawkins a big fuck you for thinking I'd end up in Hell. I want to see Jeff and Gareth! I want to haunt the fuck out of Dustin Henderson for trying to follow me! I want to know if Robin, Steve, and Nancy won! I want to know if they made Vecna pay!"
He is yelling by the end of it, and Eleven is beaming at him like she's proud of him.
"Yes! Yes! Now, wake up!"
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Eddie does wake up. Sort of. He's already awake, sitting in what appears to be someone's living room. He blinks several times before exhaustion washes over him and he sags back into the chair he's sitting in. "Wh-" he tried to speak but his vocal chords don't seem to want to work.
"Holy shit." A voice says off to his side. It's vaguely familiar. Like a distant memory. "Call Owens! Call Owens right fucking now!"
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Bad news is this. He's been stuck in his own head for several years. His fucking body has been moving around without him yet the amount of physical therapy he has to do is torture. Fucking Owens won't let him contact anyone until he gets the all clear from his new therapist. Oh, and his uncle believes he's dead.
Good news is this. He's alive.
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Madly in love
(Amber Freeman x fem! Carpenter! reader)
Summary: After being attacked two times by Ghostface, you find out your girlfriend is one of them. The moment you think everything is over, she talks to you, and the story take a whole new turn...
a/n: In this it's not Amber who attacks in the opening scene, it's Richie (I know according to the timeline and all it's impossible but I didn't how to do otherwise TT)
Request is here :)) hope that's what you wanted
Warnings: blood, injuries, death
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
“Y/n can you try and convince your girlfriend to come over? I don’t like to be alone a night..”
“Well you’re not..? I’m here too”
“You know what I mean”
“No I don’t”
You took two plates out of the drawer and set them on the kitchen’s counter.
“Come on you don’t like it either. We get bored way too easily, Amber would find something fun to do” Tara said, filling two glasses of water
“You’re not wrong… I’m gonna try something”
You took your phone out of your pocket, turned around, took a picture of your upper torso, and sent it to your girlfriend.
Her answer was quick, as you expected.
“She's getting ready” you informed the brunette
“How did you- I’ve been trying for twenty minutes!”
“Let’s say I gave her two good reasons to come”
You winked at your sister as she opened her mouth wide, understanding what you did.
“Y/n!”
“What? You told me to convince her!”
“Not like that! Really you-”
You both jumped when the phone rang. Unknown number.
Tara answered.
“Hello?”
Everything seemed alright, so you went into the living room to grab some chips, texting Amber about the situation.
When you came back, Tara looked panicked.
“What’s wrong?”
She put the phone on speaker and showed you a video of Amber brushing her hair in her room.
“Oh hello there. You didn’t tell me your sister was with you Tara.”
“How do you know I’m-”
“I know many things about you, Y/n. To answer your question, I suggested we played a little game. Stab movies trivia. You wouldn’t want your girlfriend to die, would you?”
“Wait no! I’ve never seen these movies and neither does Tara! Choose something else, It Follows, The Witch-”
“Warm up question, who is the protagonist of the Stab movies?” interrupted the person on the phone
“U-uh…”
“Sidney Prescott! It’s Sidney Prescott!”
“Good, you see you know the movies. First question-”
“Wait we got it right! It should count!”
Once again, he didn’t listen to you.
“Who wrote the original book that the Stab movies are based on?
“It’s um the chick from tv!” Tara said
“‘The chick from tv’ is not gonna cut it, Tara”
“I-it’s Gale Weathers! It’s Gale Weathers you motherfucker!” you said, trying to call 911 at the same time, hands shaking in fear
“Correct. Amber might live to see the sunrise. Unless you finish typing 911, then she has no chance of survival.”
You froze, finger hovering over the last 1.
“Question two: Who played the dumb bitch at the beginning of Stab 1, who answers the phone and gets carved up by the killer?”
“Fuck you.” you spat
“Is that the answer you’re going with?”
Tara opened a new tab and Google the cast of Stab.
“A non-answer counts as a wrong answer. Time’s running out. Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock..”
“Heather Graham!” Tara suddenly said
“Correct. You pulled that one out. Now for the final question: who was the killer in Stab 1?”
Your sister answered quickly.
“I know this one, you fuck. It’s Billy Loomis! I got you asshole!”
“Oh, I’m sorry Tara, but that’s just not correct.”
“What…?”
“The correct answer is Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. There are two killers in the original Stab.”
“No no we got it right! You said killer not killers!” you said
“Don’t play on words Y/n. I’m afraid someone’s got to die now.”
You felt your heart drop as a knife showed in the video. You didn’t think twice and grabbed a knife before running to the door.
“Y/n!”
Tara followed you, and just as you opened the door, let out a scream. A Ghostface was standing right in front of you. He tried to stab you, but Tara pushed the door on him, resulting in him just cutting your abdomen.
You help her close the door, punching him in the face so he backed up a little.
“Lock the door!”
“I’m trying!”
The blood on your hands made it difficult to press the buttons on your phone so you handed it to Tara.
Systems armed.
“The police are on their way asshole!” she yelled
All systems disarmed.
You looked at each other in fear. Tara pressed the button again.
Systems armed.
You backed up in the kitchen.
All systems disarmed.
Systems armed.
Then the landline rung again. You were the one who answered this time.
“Hello..?”
“Bonus question Y/n.”
“Please stop…”
You put him on speaker again.
“Do you think I could make it inside your house before you could rearm?”
That’s when you saw a dark silhouette behind your sister.
“Tara behind you!”
She didn’t have the time to move before the Ghostface grabbed her and sunk his blade into her stomach.
He threw her on the counter. You punched him as strongly as you could, but he was quick to grab your hair and slammed your head on the said counter. You felt your nose break on the spot.
You hissed in pain as he pushed Tara to the ground. She kicked him, only for him to break her leg right after. You took the nearest object, a coffee pot, and threw it on his head.
He grabbed your arm and twisted it harshly in the wrong direction, breaking it at the elbow, before sinking his knife in your stomach and pushing you on Tara.
You both screamed in pain and tried to reach the door. Ghostface stabbed you both at least 3 times, and when Tara turned on her back and held a hand in front of her, the blade passed through her hand.
You kicked him in his private parts, hoping it would hurt enough so you could escape before getting killed, but it only took him a second to stand up again.
You were less than thirty centimeters away from the door when he grabbed your feet and pulled back. You could see the police’s lights reflecting on his mask as he raised his knife, ready to kill you both.
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When you woke up, in a hospital room, you were surprised to be alive. You turned around a little to quickly, searching for your sister. She was in another bed beside you, already awake, in the phone with someone.
“Yeah okay of course…”
She turned to look at you and smiled a little when she saw you were awake. She took the phone away from her mouth.
“It’s mom. Do you to talk to her..?”
You shook your head. Tara pulled the phone closer to her.
“No Y/n’s not awake yet. …. Yeah I’ll tell her. …. Bye”
She hung up before turning back to you.
“How are we still alive..?” you asked in a weak voice
“I don’t know…” then, after a little pause “I texted Wes and the others, they should arrive soon”
Indeed, they arrived ten minutes later, all worried.
Amber rushed to you, concern written on her face, while the rest of them sat hesitantly around your beds, not wanting to hurt you by hugging you.
Your girlfriend wanted to take your hand, but noticed your broken arm and froze.
Before she could sit beside you, you asked her to help you move your bed next to Tara’s.
“It would be easier for you all to sit around us, and I’d like to be close to my beloved twin”
They helped moving the beds quickly, understanding your need to be close to Tara. Even though you were twins, you didn’t look much alike physically.
Amber sat on your bed next to you, her left hand making its way to your hair. You tilted your head slightly up so she could kiss you, which she did softly, before resting your head against her.
You talked a little, before your older sister came in, to your surprise, followed by a guy. Almost immediately, she knelt next to Tara and you.
"How are you feeling?" she asked
"You came.."
"Of course I came" then, turning to the guy "This is my boyfriend Richie”
You greeted him with a little smile, and so did Tara.
Sam introduced everyone to her boyfriend, before Amber spoke.
“Look guys, they are really tired. Maybe we should give them some space”
They all agreed and started to leave. Tara looked at you, seeking your approval to her silent question. You nodded slightly, understanding what she wanted.
“Not you Sam” she said
“We want you to stay” you continued
“Okay” Sam smiled a little “If it’s okay with you, I could sleep here tonight..”
“I’d really like that”
“Me too”
Everyone was gone now, except from Amber.
"Do have your extra inhaler?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine"
"Okay, be safe Tara…” Amber looked down at you “You too baby…”
She kissed you softly. Sam looked at you with wide eyes. Amber and you had been dating for three years now, but how could she know, as she’s been gone for five whole years?
“Call me if something’s wrong..”
“Will do”
“Okay, bye, I love you baby”
“I love you too”
You smiled at her before she excited the room, followed by Richie.
As soon as the door closed, you started to tear up. Both you and Tara.
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After Ghostface attacked you again at the hospital, you all decided it was time to leave Woodsboro.
"Can we at least stop at Amber's house? I have to say goodbye, tell her we're leaving..."
"Y/n, I'm sorry but it's just not safe"
"Why? You don't- you don't think she's the killer, right?"
"... I don't know..."
You looked at her in disbelief.
“She would never do that..!”
"Guys I don't find my inhaler..." Tara suddenly said
"Are you sure? I think I saw it before we left the hospital.."
You helped her search in her bag with your valid arm.
"I have an extra one at Amber's. We have to go pick it up, her house’s on the way”
Richie and Sam argued for a while, before he gave up and drove to your girlfriend's house.
"Welcome to act 3"
You were too shocked to say anything. Your girlfriend just shot Liv in the head and revealed herself as the killer in front of everyone.
They all started to run away, and you were about to do the same, but Amber grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty room.
"Baby I- I'm sorry for everything... for lying to you, for hurting Tara, everything... He forced me to.. He said he would kill you if I said anything..!"
"'He'? Who? I don't understand I-"
"Richie! He's the other one..!"
She started to mumble nonsenses, completely panicked.
"Amber stop I don't understand anything- Amber! My love!"
You grabbed her face and kissed her to shut her up. When you pulled away, she looked at you, confused.
"You don't hate me...?"
"I should. I really should. My sister almost died twice, I almost died too, our friends.. our friends died. But I don't. I don't hate you. I am still madly, deeply, completely in love with you"
You felt her relax almost instantly at your words. She wrapped her arms around your waist and hugged you tight. You ran a hand through her hair.
"It wasn't me... The Ghostface that attacked you at your house.. It wasn't me.. I wouldn't have laid a hand on you.. I swear.."
"It's okay my love, you're okay..."
You pulled away after a moment. Amber handed you her knife and took her gun in hand. Before you could take the weapon, she was hit from behind by a crutch. She was so surprised she fell on the floor.
You didn't expect Tara to use her crutch this way, so it took you a second to react.
"Tara stop! It's not her fault- Tara!"
You grabbed her waist and dragged her away from Amber.
"What are you doing? Let me go Y/n! She tried to kill us! Twice!"
"I know. But it's not her fault I-"
"Not her fault? Y/n I know you love her but you can't find her excuses! She literally killed Liv in front of us!"
A scream came from the kitchen.
"Can we talk about this later? We need to get rid of Richie before someone else dies. I'll tell you everything after, but I need you to trust me for now"
She stopped struggling against you and nodded slowly. You let go of her and walked to Amber, taking the gun from her.
"Stay here, I don't want you to get hurt more"
"No I'm coming with you."
"No you're not. Call the police and hide. Please.."
She hesitated, but finally agreed and went upstairs with her phone.
You went to the kitchen, where Richie threatened Sam, Gale and Sidney. They must've arrive when you were talking with Amber.
"What took you so long?" he asked his accomplice
"They fought back"
Amber pushed you in a corner of the room, not too hard, scared she might hurt you. He frowned a bit. Shit, you thought, he's understanding.
You reached for the gun you hid behind your back, but Richie was faster than you and shot you in the leg. You dropped the gun and fell on the floor, holding your thigh.
Right after, Sam threw herself at Richie, who tried to shoot her, but only managed to shoot you again, in the stomach this time. Sam bit his arm and ran away from the kitchen, before he followed her.
Sidney grabbed a kitchen knife and stabbed Amber when she tried to get close to you.
The next minutes were a little confused. You were bleeding on the floor, trying to recover, when you heard Amber screaming. That brought you back to reality pretty quickly.
You got up painfully, and saw Gale, gun in hand, ready to shoot Amber.
"No no no! I'm sorry about Dewey!"
"Fuck you."
Just as she was about to pull the trigger, you stepped in front of your girlfriend.
"What the hell? Move!" Gale said, pissed
Sam entered the room with Tara and looked at you with wide eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Sam-"
"Y/n you can't protect her this time! We all saw her!"
"I know but-"
"Move. The fuck. Out of my way." Gale interrupted you
"She's right, move Y/n." Sam added
"Can you listen to me for a second?!"
No one said a word, and Gale put the gun down with a sigh.
"Thank you." you stayed in front of Amber, just in case, and continued "I know she's one of the killers. But, he manipulated her. He groomed her into doing this. She's a victim too."
"She told you that?"
"Yes. And I believe her."
"Y/n for fuck's sake! She's lying again."
"I know her better than you. All of you. We've been dating for three years, and not once she lied to me. Not once she hurt me. Not once she raised her voice at me. Not once. So yes, I believe her. I love her. You have to trust me. Please..."
You were not one to trust someone without a good reason, and your sisters knew it. They looked at each other, and Sam sighed.
"I trust you"
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Eight months after these events, everything seemed back to normal. Your sisters didn't hate you for protecting Amber, even though she killed people. They even said they would try to forgive her.
When Amber knocked at your door that night, Tara was the one who opened the door.
"Y/n! Amber's here!"
When you arrived downstairs, you saw them hug. That made you happy.
"Where are you guys going?" Tara asked
"Can't tell you, it's a surprise"
Amber winked at you playfully when she saw you arriving.
"You're beautiful tonight baby..."
"You too..."
She was wearing a black dress with flowers on it, and a leather jacket on top of it.
"Have fun" Tara said, smiling at you
"We will"
You took Amber's hand before going out of the house.
"So, where are we going?" you asked
"Like I said, it's a surprise, so I'm not telling you"
"Oh come on!"
You pouted, but she didn't give up.
You walked for twenty minutes, before arriving to a house you had never seen before.
"What's that?"
"You'll see in a minute"
You climbed on the roof, where a telescope and picnic were waiting for you.
"Happy anniversary baby"
You had always dreamed of watching the stars with her. You talked about it many times, but never actually did it. It was the best gift she could've found.
She led you to the blanket on the floor, making you sit on her lap. You were quick to crash your lips on hers in a feverish kiss, locking your arms around her neck, her hands on your waist.
You made out for a while, until your lips were all red and swollen. Her lipstick was all messed up, and so was yours. You both laughed and tried to take the makeup off your faces.
After a minute, you reached in your pocket and took a little box out of it, which you handed to Amber.
She opened it, curious. It was a little black box, with a red rose on top of it, kept behind a plastic glass. There was a little drawer under it, with a necklace in it, with a heart shaped pendant.
"Baby..."
"Look in the little orb in the middle of the heart"
She was a little confused but did as you told. She gasped as she saw it. Inside the orb, "I love you" was written in 100 languages.
"Happy anniversary my love"
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SYN-SKIN
It was a year since we had moved away from the USA to escape the toxic culture of our education system. The cliques and female led bullying I had experienced had nearly destroyed me. Here in the UK things were not perfect, but they didn't seem to have toxic cheerleaders and impossible beauty standards to live up to.
My mental health had improved, but my younger brothers had worsened. He missed the USA and his friends. Timmy seemed to resent me as a result and blamed me entirely for the move. He seemed to believe if I could learn to fit in better at school we could return to the USA.
One day I came home to find my brother excitedly awaiting to show me something. It was a syn-skin, a synthetic bodysuit he'd been working on. He'd used genetic samples from blonde hair that belonged to my former bullies to grow it.
"Put this on and you can be just as beautiful as your bullies. We can move back home!"
He held out the skin to show me it's tight smooth white flesh, silky blonde hair and eerily beautiful features. She... it... looked just like one of the evil girls who used to really torment me. I was immediately triggered.
"Timmy - please, I don't want to be like those horrible girls. I'm not going to wear that thing."
Grabbing the skin Timmy screamed in rage. "You bitch - I did all this for you. I want to go home! Why don't you want to be more beautiful?"
I watched him go with a deep sadness. I felt bad for my brother and I hoped he would be okay. In hindsight perhaps I should have realised what would happen next.
******
I woke up early the next morning to strange sounds next door in my brothers room. I thought I could hear moans and squeals and a wet 'thwap, thwap' sound.
Blinking in the half light of morning I could see my underwear drawer had been left open. Someone had been in my room whilst I slept and gone through my things!
Walking over to my drawer, I blushed as I remembered it was where I kept my dildo hidden. Had Timmy been through my things?
Thwap, thwap, thwap.
The dildo was gone! I quietly went to open my door and snuck out into the corrider. The door to Timmy's room was open a crack and I put my eye there to see inside.
A beautiful blonde girl the same age as me lay on the bed. Her perfect face was a mask of ecstasy and the sheets were drenched by the puddle of juices leaking out of her tight pussy as she fucked herself with my dildo.
"Yessss mmmmmh fuck yesss!"
Thwap, thwap, thwap.
Her smooth legs were spread wide as she sat frog legged - her pussy stretched nicely out for maximum pleasure. Round perky titties - bigger than mine - bounced on her chest and long manicured fingers worked at her nipples and rubbed to arouse her body.
Soft pink lips moaned in an ecstatic pout as my brother fucked himself like a little whore in the syn-skin. His voice was now high pitched and girly and suddenly the doe-like brown eyes opened to regard me bitchily.
"Oh hey loser, mmmmhhhhh enjoying the show?" Uncaring of my scrutiny - Timmy continued to fuck his cunt - lewdly smiling as he plunged my dildo in and out and his super tight pussy lips gripped every inch.
"If you won't like wear the skin, it like seems a waste not to totally wear it. I like being a girl. Mmmh no... in fact I like being a bully! So I'm gonna make your life fucking miserable till we can move back home! Ahhhh fuck yesssss!"
Timmy began to cum and pulling the dildo out he rubbed his new clit till with a scream he began to squirt and spray pussy juices all over his bed. "Ahhhhh ohhhh fuckkk YESSS!"
Lewdly licking the juices from my dildo he tossed it to one side. "You won't be wanting that back will you loser? Oh and from now on you and everyone else can call me Tina."
****
Timmy refused to remove the skin and Mom and Dad reluctantly accepted they now had two daughters.
At least reluctantly at first.
Tina knew my Mom and Dad had always found me difficult to deal with and had also privately resented me a little for all the sacrifices they had to make for me.
She now began to present herself as the model, ideal daughter and was soon quickly winning them over. Breakfast in bed, high scores at school, offering to be helpful.
Tina even began going shopping with Mom, something I had always hated, and she insisted on going to see sports with my Dad. Soon she had them both twisted round her little finger.
Soon they had fallen under her spell and I watched in increasing disbelief as they stopped insisting Timmy take off the skin and instead began to help with his new life.
They gave Tina an allowance and helped her buy the clothes and makeup she wanted.
At the same time Tina was working hard at school to change things. After some initial reluctance the school permitted Tina to move up years to my class and have a new identity accepted. She quickly ingratiated herself with some of the prettier girls in my class and then began to change them.
The girls were easily influenced by the cool and confident American, who told them stories about American schools and soon had them convinced that they deserved to form a clique with her.
Sucking up to the teachers, Tina and her girls created a climate of division and fear and had soon established themselves as 'The Popular Girls.'
All the boys wanted to date them and all the girls were scared of them. Tina was a two-faced bitch. All the adults thought she was wonderful and kind, but she was actually a pyschotic little bitch who bullied and mocked others.
The entire culture of the school twisted and transformed and soon Tina and her cronies were bullying me so badly I was back in a dark place.
My parents refused to believe Tina was my bully. She played the innocent at home, even turning them against me.
"Mom... Dad... I keep trying to help her, believe me - but she's just deliberately awkward. I think she likes being difficult and loves the attention claiming to be a victim brings her. Let's be honest - she's never been grateful for the sacrifices we've all made."
***
I became depressed. I refused to go to school. My formerly supportive parents became frustrated with me.
Why couldn't I be more like Tina? Why was I being so awkward? Why was I constantly telling lies about my sister?
Tina had my parents and school convinced I was a fantasist and a liar. An attention seeker who accused anyone I didn't like of being a bully.
"We've had enough," they announced one day. "We're moving back to the USA."
Tina came to visit me soon after with a triumphant smirk on her pretty face. I couldn't believe how feminine she was.
Blonde styled hair and sunglasses, a plunging white dress that showed off her tits, high heels and perfect makeup. Earrings jangled from her lobes and her bitchy lip-glossed lips curved into a cruel smile as she observed me.
"You got what you wanted Timmy. You can go back to normal now," I sobbed.
"Haha, no thanks sis. I'm gonna stay as Tina. I think I'll fit right in at school when we move back as a popular girl. I can't wait to become a cheerleader and date hot boys. You can watch me become even more popular than I am here as I bully you more."
"No... why are doing this to me?" I sobbed.
"Haha because it's fun," giggled Tina. "Never forget this could have been you inside this skin, but you were too fucking pathetic. Now I'm the sister you never wanted and I'm here to stay."
I watched Tina walk away with a strut and realised there was nothing left of my brother inside that perfect shell.
He had become the syn-skin...
THE END
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Natalie who's girlfriend got her leg broken instead of Allie (think that's her name) and Natalie coming back from the wilderness completely different
A/N: OMG I OPENED THIS REQUEST THE MOMENT I GOT THE NOTIFICATION, THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!
Not proofreaddddd
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The same
"Come on guys, you saw her today, there's no way she's gonna do any better at nationals" Taissa complained
"So what do we do?" Lottie said "If she doesn't get the ball she can't screw up the game"
"Tai, you wanna freeze her out!? Really?!" Natalie exclaimed "Can't we just play like a damn team like we always did?'
Taissa scoffed "You don't have to defend her just because she has been your hook up for like a month"
At that, a pissed expression formed on Natalie's face "You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you" she shouted as she walked away.
Of course nobody would ever take her or any relationship she's in seriously, her reputation precedes her after all, but she really loved you, a lot.
"Hi baby!" You happily said as soon as you saw your girlfriend approaching you at the school gates, when she smiled and skipped to you quickly, immediately pulling you in for a peck on the lips "Hey" she mumbled when she pulled away
"wanna meet up at mine?" You asked, she smiled widely "Of course babe"
*a few days later*
"Y/n! On your left!" Jackie yelled passing the ball to you, Taissa had been targeting you throughout the game, you were starting to panic, not really knowing the reason behind her behavior, and just as you were reflecting, something hit your knee and you feel on the ground.
Crack
Pain.
Screams.
You let out a gut wrenching scream, clutching to your leg and noticing something white peaking out "GOD THAT'S MY MOTHER FUCKING BONE!" you shouted.
After that, everything felt like a blur, the pain was unbearable and the only thing you could make out was Natalie's hand tightly holding onto yours.
Then you were brought to the hospital and they treated your leg, it was obvious that you weren't going to the nationals anymore.
Natalie sat in an armchair next to your hospital bed, her thumb tracing circles on your hand soothingly, you were discussing the fact that you had to stay home
"Don't worry baby, before you realize I'm gone I'll be back already" she said smiling.
*19 months later*
You woke up in your crappy apartment, tired from a long night of studying and definitely emotionally drained, College wasn't that bad but definitely it wasn't what you expected.
Because she wasn't there.
Since the plane crashed it was impossible for you not to think about Nat every single day.
Where is she? Is she okay? Is she alive?
You didn't know, no one knew.
When you got the news that the girls (if still alive) were stranded somewhere in the nowhere you completely broke down, you lost yourself for a long time, and now when you just started to feel more at ease with that tool, it all ended when you turned on the tv
"The survivors of the girls soccer team Yellowjackets were found and rescued in the early hours of the morning, the girls were found in the Ontario wilderness in critical conditions, now they are currently at the local police station in Wiskayok, New Jersey"
Natalie.
You ran as fast as you could. Not looking back, just running and running.
And when you reached the police station, you had to make your way through thousands of people, and when you finally got to the front, you saw them.
They were going from the station to another plane, and you panicked,
God, there aren't many survivors. What if Natalie...
Your thoughts evaporated when you saw one of the girls frenetically pulling up her hood, brown hair and...blonde ends...
Nat.
And that's what you yelled "Nat! Natalie!"
Suddenly the head of the girl turned in your direction, tears instantly running down both of your eyes, she quickly ran to you and you met her halfway, instantly pulling her in a bone crushing hug.
You both sobbed and looked at each other in the eyes, and when a police officer rushed to pull you away from her, you could swear that she almost grunted at him, pushing him off you and bringing you back to her chest
*three months later*
After she came back home Natalie moved into your apartment, it was nice having her around all the time after almost two years of her being far far away, she never really liked to talk about that place, so you never forced her to.
You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, Nat and you were sleeping in your bed peacefully cuddled up until you heard small sobs and felt something wet dripping down your face, looking up at her, she was still sleeping, and it didn't take a genius to tell she was having a nightmare "Baby?" You softly muttered, shaking her awake, that startled her, and opening her eyes she couldn't help but sob even harder.
Another time you two were sitting by the small fireplace in your living room drinking hot cocoa and watching a movie, when you turned your head you noticed her intensively staring at the fire, you got closer, rubbing her back "We did this a lot back there, sit by the fire..." she said, reminiscing her experience "Nat if you ever feel like..." you were interrupted "talking about it? No y/n ...the things we saw, the things we did out there in order to survive... I don't want you to know, you'll never look at me the same"
Days later you got home after class for a quick lunch, Natalie was already in the kitchen, cup in hand "Coffee?" You asked taking a closer look only to meet small pieces of meat cut in little rectangles, she looked at you as if you were the one with a weird demeanor "Here" you spoke up picking up a plate for her "Don't eat from the cup"
It wasn't just the way she behaved, unable to let go of some little things she got used to in the wilderness, it was also the look in her eyes, now cold and at times empty, it broke your heart to see her like that, but one day, you hoped, things would get better, the old bitchy and tough Natalie who you feel in love with would come back.
And that day at the moment was sure far away .
A/N: imma post some other stuff soon, stay tuned guys!!!
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He liked a girl and it wasn't you
An angst Gareth Emerson x Fem!reader drabble
A t h i n g I wrote because I was in an angst mood. I'm planning on posting part two of my Gareth x Reader fic tomorrow, although I might post it later today :)
Warnings: Cursing, and it doesn't have a very happy ending
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You sighed. It wasn't a sad sigh though, more like an I'm-hopelessly-in-love-with-a-boy-who-sits-at-the-freaks-table sigh.
But you knew it was impossible. Why? You made this handy-dandy list you liked to keep in your pocket when you needed it.
Reasons why I, Y/N L/N, could never get the unnamed boy that sits at the freak table
I sit at the cheerleader table
There's no way he would ever say yes
Under no circumstances are cheerleaders and freaks allowed to mix, unless some teacher forces you to sit together
He would never like me back
Suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts by a nudge.
“Hellooo? Earth to Y/n? Are you gonna keep staring at that boy or interact with your best friend?” It was Sophie. She had been your best friend since Kindergarten, and the only one who knew about your secret crush.
“What is it, Sophie? And I was not staring!” You groaned, feeling your face turning red, and burying your head in your hands. God, why were you so hopelessly lovesick.
“Well, I was about to ask if you were excited about the pep rally, but I think that's the least of our problems. Well, yours anyway.”
You looked up, about to question what the hell she was talking about before you saw it. You saw him.
He was getting up from the freaks table, his short, fluffy hair bouncing with each step. And he was holding a rose. And was he- oh fuck he was walking towards your table.
In your direction.
You felt like you were going to have a heart attack and die on the spot right then and there.
You buried your head in your hands again, just so you wouldn’t stare at him.
You heard his footsteps from your other side. When you realized he had walked past you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
But your heart dropped when you looked up.
“H-hey Sophie, so I was wondering if maybe you w-wanted to go out sometime?”
Gareth Emerson, the boy you’ve had a crush on since you were 10 was asking out your best friend.
It took everything in you to hold back tears, to not break down on the spot and start sobbing, to not scream or just run out of the Cafeteria and beg your mom to pick you up.
You looked up to see a shaking Gareth holding a rose, and your best friend looking back and forth between you and him.
“Oh Gareth- I-,” Your best friend stuttered out, and he looked surprised she even knew his name.
But it wasn’t fair.
She only knew his name because of you.
The long summer nights you had stayed up till 3 am on the phone together, talking about his latest corroded coffin show.
Or all the days you ranted to her about a five-second conversation you had.
It wasn’t fucking fair.
“I’m sorry Gareth. You’re a nice kid but I- I just don’t feel that way about you. But I'm sure you’ll find the girl of your dreams soon. Who knows, maybe she-”
“N-no, it’s fine,” Gareth cut Sophie off. “I-I was being stupid. You’re a cheerleader, and I’m just a freak. No need to explain yourself. I hope you have a great rest of your day, Sophie.” Gareth sighed.
He looked around defeated and realized people were staring at him. A lot of people. He started shaking, before running out of the cafeteria.
“Freak,” you could hear Jason scoff, which made you want to punch him.
Sophie lightly tapped you on the shoulder.
“You okay?” She asked, her voice soft. “I tried to maybe get him to think of you but-”
“Thanks, Soph,” You cut her off. You got up from the table with a sigh and went to go wander the halls before the bell rang. You didn’t know where you were walking in particular, but soon you heard sobbing.
You peeked around the lockers, only to see Gareth. His knees were pulled to his chest with a bruised rose at his feet, and he was crying into his arms. You wanted to say something, anything, to make him feel better. But your mouth went dry.
Gareth sniffled and looked up, wiping his nose on his arm. But then he saw you. A cheerleader in her uniform who has been at the table where it happened. Not a good look.
“What do you want?” He scowled. “Are you here to take a photo? Oh look, one of the freaks is crying by the lockers because he got his heart broken. Let me take a picture and then make copies to hang up around the school. That must be what you’re thinking right? God, I was such a fucking idiot, thinking a cheerleader, someone like you could ever be anything but a bitch.”
You could feel tears building up, and you started stuttering. “I-I, I d-d-” but you couldn’t get a full word out.
“Well? Are you just gonna stand there?”
And before you could stop it, you felt hot liquid falling down your face. Shit shit shit.
You hated it, you hated yourself you hated everything.
You didn’t want to cry in front of your crush of 6 years.
Fuck.
You sniffled, before running off into the girl's bathroom. You slammed the door shut behind you, before falling against it and sobbing.
“Stupid stupid stupid.” You coughed out between sobs.
You were such a crybaby, and you just couldn't stop it.
Gareth on the other hand was confused beyond compare, but anger was still bubbling in him. Not at you necessarily, but at himself. For being so stupid to think a cheerleader would like him. But had he been too harsh? After all, it wasn’t your fault Sohpie had rejected him.
He replayed the conversation in his head before it suddenly clicked.
“Fuck!” he nearly screamed. It all made sense. “Idiot idiot idiot!”
He wanted to follow you, try to make amends, tell you he liked you too, that he remembered that stupid talent show when you both were 10, that his feelings for Sophie weren't nearly as big as his feelings for you. But it was already too late.
He had already made you cry. Who would ever want to date a guy that made them run off crying?
Meanwhile, you were washing your face in the girl's bathroom. You wanted to see if he was still there, to apologize for running off and tell him you were sorry, that you couldn’t stop thinking about when you both were 10 and had to perform in that stupid talent show together. That you were the other girl Sophie mentioned. But it was too late.
You had already run off crying all because he raised his voice at you. Who would ever want to date a girl like that?
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GHOST SPIDER GHOST SPIDER GHOST SPIDER
The noccoro angst with this reversal is beautiful! GIVE ME PISSED OFF NETEYAM WHO RESENTS JAKE FOR ABANDONING SPIDER
Give me neteyam who is racked with massive amounts of guilt and torment over not rescuing Spider and having to live with the fact that he's dead and only neteyam knows and can only see him....
I think the only person who would believe him would be Kiri, considering how in tune she is with eywa and her surroundings.
Give me Neteyam trying to help put Spider's spirit to rest, but Spider is so far gone that it's impossible to even try, because Spider's spirit is just so broken from everyone turning their backs on him and abandoning him to the sky people and him feeling like he's not good enough to pass on into Eywa's embrace.
"You left me to die!" Spider screamed.
"I-I never wanted to leave you behind! None of us wanted too leave you behind!" Neteyam cries out as tears roll down his cheek.
"LIAR!" Spider screams as the marui shakes violently from Spider's furious rage.
GOD YES THANK U FOR SCREAMING WITH ME ABOUT THIS. HOW DARE YOU WRITE THAT.
(If you guys don't know what we are talking about, it's the ghost of Guilt by @undercoverpan which is like a Spider ghost version of our Neteyam ghost au and we are all literally insane for not thinking of that first).
I know we've all been on our Neteyam hiding his relationship with Spider shit, but I feel like this is the perfect opportunity for him to just say fuck it and just start saying everything and going off on everyone. I KNOW Kiri would believe him, and I think Lo'ak would too, he looks up to Neteyam too much not too. The tragedy that even if he can get through to Spider ghost and they can reconcile and he can prove to Spider that he loves him and that the kids all care and never wanted to leave him, it ultimately doesn't matter. Spider is still dead and Neteyam is still just seeing a ghost.
(If any of you are into The Black Phone and also are into very sad and tragic ghost love stories, feel free to check out Holding On and Letting Go by Nizhoni93, which this fic reminded me of in the hopelessness it made me feel in the ghost of a loved one being right in front of you, but not really there at all. It's so incredibly well written. Little tw for implied rape/non con, but if you know The Black Phone you know).
Fun edit to my draft of this: got distracted rereading that fic, please have a long list of quotes from it that really haunt me and that I feel really fit our ghost love au:
"He curls in on himself, crying quietly. I lay beside him on my side, head lying on my arm, watching him. A heavy blanket of grief covers us both. There’s a block of moonlight coming through the window. It splits us down the middle, me in shadow and Fin bathed in the silvery blue streak peaking through the jarred curtain. It’s almost ironic. That we’re laying on opposing sides now, like it was always inevitable. This frail seam divides us more than I feel. Light and dark. Life and death. Maybe we were just never meant to be in each other’s worlds."
"When he falls asleep again, I want to reach across that fragile line of midnight, that mystical brink between us, and urge the sweaty strands off hair out of his face. I imagine imprinting myself under Fin’s skin, leaving new and warm dreams of us to replace the cold bruising ones the Grabber left behind.
There’s an anchor in my chest that stops me. I’m never gonna’ touch Finney Blake again. Am I?
All we have is whatever this is.
And whatever this is, it’s harder than anyone can ever imagine."
"Sort of struts down the hall sometimes — which admittedly, is kind of cute. Now that I'm dead, I can own that. Finney Blake is cute. It's not like I have anything more to lose in saying so."
"Instead I could have stuck around and spent a lifetime making sure I was protecting Finney Blake from myself and from anyone who could dare to get in his way. Now I'm the reason he's getting in his own way.
He spends hours in day, refusing to forget me. He's sad when he wakes up and he's sad when he goes to bed. When he's not sad, he's angry."
"I like you Finney Blake...only you'll never know it. You'll think I liked older girls with angry philosophies. But I like you, for your sweetness and how clever you are. I like you for being funny and gentle and brave and impossible to give up."
"'I can’t shake him.' Finney mumbles, his words sounding exhausted and hazey, 'He’s still everywhere. He won’t go away.’
'I know kid. He’s still got me too.'
Fin hitches on another cry.
'Robin…'
My heart perks. I need him to never quit saying my name. Even when he’s sad, I want it to be his. Only his.
'…I know you said I could do this, but I can’t. Why’d you have to go?'
I shake my head at him, 'I haven’t left Fin. I'm with you till the world stops spinning if you want me. I ain’t going anywhere.'"
"He squeezes Donna's hand, but I feel the pressure constricting my heart instead. There's no more blood left in me to spare, but if there were it'd be at Fin's discretion to start pumping the life back into my veins where it belongs."
"That hasn't changed Fin. I'll always be around to have yours, I want you to have me right back. I wish I could be the one to help you break down the walls you've built since I died, instead of being the reason those bricks were laid. Donna Thompson is around to help you miss me, but what if I don't want to be missed? I just want to be in your face and hold your face and kiss your face and make you never forget me."
"'I have faith, just not in who you'd expect.'
'Then who?'
He looks up, steadfast, 'The only person that matters,' he answers. 'Robin.'
I smile at him with a misty gaze. You're the only thing I still believe in too Finney Blake. Fuck it, we can worship each other and every inch of the world around us that isn't covered by shadow. I never want to be in the dark again. I don't have to be when I'm around you. We can make our own light and we never have to crossover. We can just stay together, you knowing me and me knowing you...and that's all that has to make any sense.
I'll stick with you Finney Blake. Pray to me. I'll be your best religion."
"I reach up and thumb Finney's face where his jaw his tensing. I'm braver being invisible. Writing my fingertips over his skin. There's no electricity between us. No magic spark under my fingertips. If I give into the temptation and add even a little more pressure, he'll slip through my fingers. I can't tell if he's cold or warm. I can't feel the smooth hollow of his cheek, or have him lean into my touch.
But I can look into those black eyes and know exactly where I belong. There's a little window of light slipping onto the crest of his irises now, unveiling flecks of gold. They look like stars. If Fin is lost, I'll stay lost with him. I'll float my soul forever in the deepest, darkest shade of his universe.
'I couldn't live without you Fin. Dang dude, I had to go and die just so I could follow you forever.'"
"'This isn't normal grieving Robin. Everyone keeps telling me it'll get easier but every minute you're not around, I'm losing my mind! I'm seeing flickers of you in the corner of my eye. I'm hearing echoes of things that aren't there. It's your stupid sarcasm and your sass and your obnoxious fucking laugh—'
'Hey...hey watch it—'
'I miss your laugh,' Finney chuckles sadly, 'you never cared that people looked at you weird for it.'
'Maybe cause I only had eyes for you dork.'
'And then I think I feel things too. Just now, I swear...' He shakes his head at himself, tracing his cheek softly. I watch his brain working, my heart thudding with desperation. You swear what? What Finney!?
'There's no way.'
There is a way Fin. There has to be! We just have to find it."
"Can dead hearts break? If so, I hope this time I'm done for good."
"I try to shake him awake, but my hands go through him. I hover my palms over him, quivering uncontrollably. I yell out to him, 'Fin! Wake up! Wake up! C'mon man!'"
"Sometimes I catch glimmers of hope in his eyes. Hope for me. For us. Those star flecks burst like supernovas only I can see. But I worry; will Fin accept any future without me in it, especially knowing now that I’m back on the table? I don’t want to get his hopes up. Seeing as how, fate’s got an annoying track record for overlooking the sheer epicness of us. What if once all our light explodes; we're just left staring into the dark mouth of a black hole?
I'm not sure I'm good for Fin anymore. Or is it the other way around? This boy is a torture to me. I'm alive when I'm around Fin. He makes me alive. My heart stopped beating a long time ago. My heart is decaying five feet deep in the earth. But Finney wakes my soul. We're so extended; it feels like he's beating one heart for the both of us.
I know I’ll have to let him go one day. I know I’ll have to make him let me go.
Till then, we can keep being hopeless idiots.
I still really wish I could give Fin what he wants though. Get him to see me for as little or as long as we have left."
"'Are you here Robin?' He barely whispers. Anyone else would've missed it. But by now I'm an expert in all sounds Finney Blake, and I can make language out of even his tiniest, most indistinguishable peeps. 'Or did I chase you away?'
I smile softly at him.
'Nothing you say is making me go away Fin.'"
"We can pretend we're in our own little world here. You don't know this, but I'm laying against the door hovering my legs in your lap because the leg room back here really does suck but also because it's an excuse to get closer to you. I'm not complaining.
Finney...I've missed half the movie because I'm watching you instead and I never want to quit being the only one who gets to see you from this angle. The way your smile shines from your soul and the casual grace of your dimples as you reach across the console and keep stealing Gwen's fries. You have mischievous grin and a fry dangling from your lips and I'm realizing you're my latest and greatest revelation.
Jesus. I think I might love you Finney Blake. I think I might maybe...actually...definitely love you."
"I'm losing my marbles trying to hold onto this illusion I've built around Fin and me. Maybe I died too young for this. I'm too small for a feeling so big, but I can't help it. I know how I feel and I feel like I can't live without him. I guess I don't have to though, do I? I've fooled myself into believing that being dead meant nothing had to change. I could sit on the sidelines like I used to for Finney's games, only this time I'd be watching him live for the both of us. It's sad to realize that everything about me since I've died and everything that’s happened since, is really, pathetically, entirely about him. I can't live my own future so I have to steal his."
"I touch him. Not really though.
Fin blinks into a soft, nonplussed expression. My heart leaps in my chest.
He looks at the space beside him, at me?
Not really though.
His eyes scan the empty seat where I should be sitting and a part of me believes he feels something. That he's searching down a path that I've dragged him down again. I feel guilty for taking him away from this moment of reprieve. Why is it so hard not to be selfish with him?"
"I touch him everywhere where he can see me in the window. I run my fingers over his forearm and love the way his veins pucker when he tenses his arm. I crawl my fingers up the sides of his neck to see if it tickles him and I get sad when it doesn't."
"'Why'd you do that? Why'd you go away?'
'What?' I ask wincing, taken aback by that. 'It's not like I meant to Kid.'
'I don't understand what's happening here!' Finny says, spinning on his heals and pacing in the other direction now. He gestures vaguely and frustratingly at thin air.
'I can't go through this again! It's just like what happened before, except now I'm losing you in pieces rather than all at once and...and...do you even know how hard that is? You were there and now you're not and why? Why are you doing this to me?'
My eyes burn with angry and uncomfortable tears. He's getting under my skin, or maybe he always was and I'm just being reminded of that.
'Hey stop it will you! You think this is easy for me either? You think I wouldn't POOF! myself into your fucking lap again if I could?'
'I'm waiting here ghost boy!' Finney shouts at me, or I guess in the general direction of where he thinks I'm standing. He's about three feet off."
"'Robin,' He utters again, 'if you heard any of that, I didn't mean it, okay? This is all so hard. All I want is for this to be real. I want to keep you so badly.'
I step closer to him, suffocating the space between us. Leaving absolutely no room for Jesus.
'Don't I know it,' I whisper back.
I like the way his bangs get tangled, and I lean in and nuzzle my temple against them. It might be coincidence, the way he closes his eyes for me. We're breathing together. It makes sense to take and give life together. I dust my nose against his cheek and then move my lips over his lips. He pacifies against me. He’s more delicate up close. I'm stroking all his sweet, soft curves and fuzzy outlines.
'This is progress though, right?' I tease him, whispering against his mouth. My voice is raspy, losing itself to the lump in my throat. I swallow it down and close my eyes too.
'Tell me you can feel this Fin.'
'Robin...' I hear Finney whisper, softer and more fragile this time, 'Is that you?'"
"'Dare me to spend the night with a ghost, Robin?'
I grin at him, my mind and heart on fire. I quirk a challenging brow at him, 'What else is new, right?'"
"'Jesus Christ,' she scorns, touching a hand to her head and clutching her hair stressfully. 'You've really gone and fallen in love with a ghost haven't you?'
I stiffen. Fin chokes on his spit. He flushes so red, he looks like a dorky beetroot. We both start rambling like idiots.
'What? Robin and I aren't...no, it's not like that—!'
Without thinking, I look sideways at him. My heart snapping in my chest as I do. 'It's not?'
Lelaine bears down on me suspiciously.
Oops. Did I just say that out loud?
I backtrack, matching Fin's panic and blurting out my own pathetic explanation, 'I mean of course it's not!'
She's not buying it, cocking her chin in my direction and telling Fin, 'He doesn't seem to know that.'
I drop my face in my hands, groaning, '¡Querido Dios! You did not just tell him that.'"
"I sigh as I spider crawl my fingers toward his hand laying on the table. I tease my index finger over his. He doesn't move. Doesn't even flinch. I look at his hand, and at him and feel unbearably empty.
'He doesn't feel it.' I whisper. 'How can this be real if he doesn't even feel it?' I sit up and look at Lelaine through misty eyes. 'Can you help us or not?'
She frowns between us, looking sceptical. 'What do you expect me to do?' She asks.
'I want to be like you.' Finney eagerly explains, 'To be able to able to see and hear ghosts and control whatever the hell is happening to me. I want Robin back. Please.'"
"'I'm not getting rid of Robin.' Finney tells her, thankfully on the same page. Not that I ever thought he wouldn't be. The sting feels a little more bearable. 'There's got to be another way.'
She looks at both of us, scowling.
'Can you honestly say you are happy living like this? Because you certainly don't look happy Finney. The harder a medium latches onto a spirit, the thinner their tether to the real world gets stretched. It's a delicate line. You need to find a way to cut that tether loose, before you end up on the wrong side of it.'
She looks at me insolently, but is speaking to Fin as she says, 'Cut him loose before it's too late.'"
"She can't force Fin to get rid of me. That's not how it's supposed to go. We're supposed to be together!
'I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me!'
'You aren't doing him any favours by sticking around here,' Lelaine shoots back. 'He can never move on if you're always around to remind him why he shouldn't.'
There's a shard pushing into my brain now. Breaking the nerve endings holding my composure at bay. Tears mist my eyes and I choke out weak and pathetic words, 'I'm not trying to hurt him. I...I love him.'
That has to be enough. That mean something! It makes this okay. Us okay. Right?
'You are hurting him Robin, even if you can't see it that way.'
'STOP IT!' Finney screams at her, drawing our attention. He gets up and slams his palms on the table fiercely. 'Stop talking to him like that! You have no clue what you're even talking about. Robin is helping me, not hurting me. I need him!'
'Trust me honey, a ghost is the last thing you'll ever need in your life.'
'But it's my life to live, isn't it? I make my own choices. Just like you. Just like my mom did! And I choose Robin, understand? So you can just leave us alone.'"
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Nicholas
Warnings ➳ death, descriptions of violence
Pairing ➳ Daryl Dixon x F!reader
Word Count ➳ 457
The screams scratched at her brain, replaying a scene she thought only possible in horror movies. Snarling and tearing, the utter fear in his eyes that burned into her. She couldn't imagine how Glenn was feeling.
"Nicholas!"
"Stop."
"Don't let go."
Her limbs ached at movement, legs shaking as she moved to the porch. She felt the panic build in her chest but it never came, crying seemed impossible.
"Hey." Rick's boot came up next to her, all his weight onto his knee. He looked tired.
"Deanna can 'exile' me if she wants to, he fucking deserved it."
"Nobody's gettin' exiled, I'm just checking on you."
She had him at gunpoint, she could have pulled the trigger. Noah wouldn't be back but she would have felt better, Glenn too. They should've left him.
"We should've left him-"
"Yeah, but you ain't like that. You or Glenn."
Rick's features went soft, the kind of look he reserved for Carl or Judith. She didn't need to be coddled, he knew she didn't.
"He just needed to wait."
"I know."
Glenn looked how she felt. Sunken eyes and hair disheveled, blood stained into his clothes. He looked like he'd seen too much. He had.
"Daryl was looking for you."
"He'll find me."
The conversation fell into silence, emotions heavy on their shoulders. Her throat burned with words unsaid, weariness sinking into her bones. They both felt it.
"He's with his dad now, Glenn."
"He shouldn't have to be, he was gonna do things for this community. Didn't you see the book?"
"I saw the book," her jaw tensed.
"And fucking Nicholas gets to live while Noah doesn't, how is that fair? "
"It ain't."
The archer's arms crossed over his chest, eyes on Glenn. She watched the energy drain from his eyes as he stood and mumbled something about finding Maggie.
"He's angry."
"Yeah," Daryl took Glenn's place. "Ain't the only one."
"I should've shot him," he held out the cigarette box.
"That ain't you."
She scoffed, smoke in the air. Daryl's gaze wouldn't leave her.
But what more could she say? Her breathing stopped while she watched her friend die and the person responsible got a nap out of it.
"He didn't deserve that, Daryl. Glenn didn't deserve to see that."
"And you?"
"Me?"
"D'ya think you deserve the weight of carryin' it all? You saw how Sasha got, don' wanna see that happen to you too."
"She got a pretty sweet character arc out of it, though."
"M'serious."
His eyes pleaded with the words he couldn't think of, begging behind a dark curtain. She knew what he wanted her to say but the words sat in her throat.
"It should've been an easy run."
"That ain't on you, sunshine."
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hello could you possibly do a M reader x FEM Tsumugi pretty please if that's not too much? 'v'
A/N: im not used to writing male readers so i hope this is okay? im not sure
Pairing: Fem!Tsumugi Aoba x Male!reader
Warnings: NSFW, riding, size difference, size kink, squirting, petnames(darling, love), creampie, dom reader
Content: Tsumugi wanted to ride you so desperately, who were you to stop her?
Words: 652
NSFW oneshot under cut!
I wanna ride!
"Atta girl, you got this" You groaned, watching as Tsumugi struggled to bounce up and down on your shaft.
The blue haired girl was trying her best, but her tiny, puffy cunt simply couldn't handle your length, her eyes watering with tears each time she managed to slip down even a bit. She looked so adorable, tongue lolled out, drool dripping down her chin as she tried her hardest to please you. Its not like she wasn't, her pussy clenched around your tip like it was made for you, it was hard not to cum in her just at that feeling alone.
But you had to wait, for her sake. She had wanted to ride you, and who were you to stop her from doing so?
"Its okay to take a break, Mugi," You patted her thigh, rubbing up and down in attempt to sooth the poor girl, "We can always try again later"
"N-no!" Tsumugi protested, pressing her hands flat on your stomach as she sunk deeper, her thighs shaking from the strain, "I need to make you feel good!"
"And you're doing a great job at it" You assured her, reaching your hand between her legs to rub and pinch at her swollen clit, "You're irresistible, my darling"
Tsumugi opened her mouth in a silent scream, her body twitching and jerking at your touch. She was so sensitive, her whole body flushing red as you toyed with her. Your cock ached inside her, you could tell you wouldn't be able to hold back any longer if she kept it up.
"Darling," You placed both your hands on her hips, keeping a tight grip, "I'm going to move you now, alright?"
Before she had a chance to respond, you flipped her over onto her back, lifting her legs over your shoulders and slamming into her. A loud shriek escaped her lips as you abused her folds, her walls fluttering around you making you only more desperate for her.
"Ah!- S'good! So big!" Tsumugi moaned, digging her nails into your forearms and screwing her eyes shut. Her head was thrown back, curly blue hair sprawled out over the pillows.
She was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.
"Fuck, Mugi" You bent forward to press a sloppy kiss on her lips, muffling her cries with your mouth, "You're gonna make me cum"
"Augh! I-Inside! Give it to me!" She babbled, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you impossibly closer.
Your thrusts sped up, your tip hitting Tsumugis cervix over and over. It felt like heaven. The sound of skin slapping against skin and her lewd moans filling the room, her cunt milking you for all you were worth. You were getting close.
"You're perfect, fuck" You grunted, reaching in between your two bodys to squeeze and fondle her breasts.
"G-gonna!-"
Tsumugi came with a wail, her orgasm crashing through her sensitive body. She arched her back high off the mattress, her juices squirting all over your cock. The sight alone was enough to send you over the edge, bringing your hips flush to hers as your warm seed shot into her womb. You gave a few more lazy thrusts as you rode out your high, before pulling out and collapsing beside the trembling girl.
The room was silent for moment, the only noises being your labored breaths and Tsumugis small whimpers as she recovered from her climax. Eventually, you turned onto your side, scooping her up in your arms and planting kisses all over her face. She giggled, burying her face into the crook of your neck.
"Did I do okay? Was I good enough for you?" She asked, tracing idle patterns over your bare chest.
"You're more than enough for me" You reassured, placing a small kiss to her lips, "You were wonderful"
"Then… can I ask something?"
"Yeah, of course, love"
"Can we go again?"
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The Badun detective agency in the 1920 mafia AU
For @hannahhook7744 I hope you enjoy!
There is a child at Jace's doorstep.
A fucking child, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes, like a fucking cherub. His hair a wild mess flung around by the chilly wind, and their ends were dyed blue.
(Who on earth lets a child dye its hair?)
Jace slowly blinks and looks down again: the boy is still here. Well.
„What do you want, kid?“ he asks, hoping that the child might want, well, directions back to his parents? That would be nice?
„My mom has three disembodied corpses in her basement,“ the boy states blankly, a picture of perfect innocence. His eyes are suddenly mildly unnerving, and it takes Jace's brain a moment to catch up on him.
„…What the fuck?“ he mutters more for himself than for the child, who takes it as an encouragement to repeat its words anyway.
So Jace draws a sharp breath and yells down the hall at his cousin: „Harry! Come here this instant! And bring your gun!“
You know, just in case-
Harry Badun runs to the door in truly record speed, the weapon safely pointed down. He looks disappointed when he sees only a child.
„Tell him what you told me,“ Jace sights towards the visitor.
„My mom has three disembodied corpses in her basement. They talk to me when I sleep.“
Ok.
That is a new info.
This is cool. Totally cool.
Harry tightens his grip on the weapon and looks around the street, then up the roofs, which, you know, always a good idea.
They are clear, though. It doesn't look as if anyone is gonna jump them, much less some psychotic woman. Those don't tend to be too quiet, and the Badun cousins would know.
Oh, and by the way. That silhouette against that balustrade over there? That is totally Reza. Snogging Jade. Harry owes Jace for this one.
Anyway. Right, the corpses.
„Come on, kid,“ he says, „Go inside and then tell us what you know, yeah?“
The kid's eyes shine as he steps inside and exclaims: „Do I get to be a detective too? I have always wanted to be a detective! I would be an awesome detective, since I know how do bodies look how long after death already!“
This is not a worrying statement at all. Not at all.
A shadow peels off the wall. Hermie. She was listening the whole time, of course she was.
„Dead bodies?“
„What exactly do you mean?!“
The kid answers and Jace bites back the irrational need to scream his lungs out. A vein at his temple pulses as the kid starts describing a rotting corpse with freakish accuracy to way too interested Hermie.
„Quiet! I need to concentrate!“ shouts Yzla from upstairs, „This is a delicate process!“
„Stop painting your pretty pictures for a moment,“ shouts Harry back, „This is a bloody murder case!“
„I'm trying to recreate Renoir here, you ignorant simpleton-“
„A what?“
Yzla screams incoherently and Jace interrupts the argument before it can truly begin:
„We also have a kid that might be in danger and knows absolutely too much.“
„…I'm coming. But if the paint dries and I won't be able to get back to it, it will be all your fault.“
Jace doesn't even acknowledge that as worthy of an answer.
„Jace?“ Hermie nudges him slightly, while the kid infodumps at slightly traumatized-looking Harry about the different types of gunshot wounds, „Should I get Reza too?“
„…Nah,“ decides Jace, „He is snogging Jade right now, and we wouldn't want to interrupt.“
Hermie nods curtly and turns over to Harry: „You owe me and Yzla a bottle of cognac,“ she says, and Jace whistles. His cousin is losing in the big, today.
The kid tugs at his sleeve: „So what about my mom's basement, Mr Detective?“ the kid asks and he really should ask who his mom is. Also, what is his name?
So he asks, and when the child answers, looking at him with impossibly wide eyes, he almost gets an aneurysm.
„I'm detective Hadie, sir,“ the child reports proudly. Harry and Hermie just shrug – they don't know what is happening either. Nor does Yzla, who just appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing nothing but a negligee, and didn't she say she was working?
Oh, well.
Jace clears his throat.
„Right, kid. Hadie. And who is your mother?“
„But you are detectives!“ the child protests, „You gotta know that, no?“
„…Sure. We know that. Absolutely. And the bodies? Wait, no,“ Jace catches himself. This will certainly be a conversation, so:
„Let's go to the saloon first, shall we?“
Even if the saloon is just a fancy name for a room with a dining table and the kitchen counter, as he and Harry can hardly afford anything else.
They do have enough chairs, though, even if they are rarely used and mostly ignored: Hermie sits on the table, swinging her legs idly in the air, and Yzla plops herself down Harry's lap, setting his weapon aside. Fucking menace, that girl.
Jace himself takes the chair next to them and the boy stays standing.
(If Reza wouldn't be too busy with his current hookup, he would just lean against the wall and try to look very cool and intimidating, and smoke his cigarettes. Jace could do with a cigarette himself. Or better yet, a drink. The cigarette smoke reminds himself and Harry a bit too much of Cruella.)
„Now, tell us what you know,“ Jace asks the kid and damn. That kid. Does not shut up. Ever.
By the first thirty minutes, Yzla gets up and opens a bottle of wine to pass around, not even bothering with the glasses.
By an hour, Hermie is playing with her favourite dagger a bit too much and Harry has reclaimed back his handgun.
By hour and half, Jace is very ready to bleach his brain, thank you very much.
Hadie slows for a moment and Jace immediately stops him: „I think that's quite enough for today, Hadie,“ he says, „Thank you. Would you just step behind that door real quick?“
The kid pouts at him.
„Ehm… Me and my detectives need to discuss the evidence you just presented to us. And decide the, ehm, next course of action.“
Hadie finally steps behind the door when all present adults – including Eddie, who showed up half-way through – point at them.
And there is not much of a discussion, not really.
„Tell me we are taking that kid to Uma,“ blurts out Yzla before he can even speak.
„We could keep him,“ propose Hermie and Harry at the same time, and, yeah, no. As if Harry didn’t know they are barely staying afloat as it is, never mind, you know, not remotely responsible enough to raise a child?
…Yeah, it says a lot when a child would be safer on the streets, under the protection of one of the wildest Auradon City gangs, than anywhere else.
„We are taking him to Uma,“ decides Jace, and Yzla sights in relief. Eddie motions for her to pass the wine.
„You can come back, kid!“ Jace raises his voice, „We have decided!“
„Yay!“ the tiny disaster runs back to the room, „Do I get to be a detective too? Will we solve the case of my mother’s basement? Track down the victims’ family?“
Actually…
Jace knows how to get the kid to cooperate and go to safety voluntarily now: He winks at his associates, as to signal the general „don’t question me, I’ve got this.“
„Sure we are, kid. But, you see, right now we are working on another serious case, and we need you to help us. Will you be our eyes on the streets, detective Hadie?“
„Yes! I will, Mr detective sir! When do I start?“
„As soon as we can get you to the location. Now, let’s not lose any more time: We will debrief you on the way.“
That will hopefully give Jace enough time to come up with decent backstory, so, yeah.
With a yawn, Yzla gets up and sets off to her atelier, also known as the attic, not bothering to say goodbye, and Harry sets off to find his metal boxer and emergency knife.
„Reza is gonna be so mad he missed this-“ Hermie giggles, „It’s gonna be so much fun!“
And then, the Badun detective agency escorts its newest member, or, more accurately, adoptee, to Uma.
They don’t have any idea how much trouble they are causing Uma in the long run.
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and if i said rafebarry?
she's gonna save me call me 'baby': barry basically uses exclusively pet names "baby boy" "big boy" "pretty baby" "pretty boy" "baby" (tbh i don't think he's a "babe" kind of guy) so like this part goes without saying....
run her hands through my hair: barry carding his hand through rafe's hair when it's long (like s1 & 2 era) and then stroking over the buzzcut too,, like when rafe's laying on the couch with his head in barry's lap.... or when barry passes by where rafe's sitting... or when they're wrapped up together one hand absolutely goes to the back of the head to cradle his skull
she'll know me crazy: can't stress this enough but barry is intimately aware of how crazy rafe is.... like he's been there for some of rafe's insane plots or has directly witnessed the immediate aftermath. like trust barry knows. [plus in s3 when barry's like "i gotta be honest with you, dawg, i don't know if it got this in me, bro." and rafe goes "i do." and barry's like "yeah... i knew you did" like y'all he is WELL AWARE]
soothe me daily: maybe this is just a thing i noticed, but barry seems like the one person in the show who can distract rafe from the things he's planning on doing/the things he's thinking, and he seems to be the only one who can do it in a way that rafe will listen to (at least to some degree) [i'll have a post coming about this trust], so i am very much of the belief that he can divert rafe's attention away from whatever bad/crazy thing he's thinking about and soothe whatever frustration/anger/fear/etc. is bubbling inside him
better yet, she wouldn't care: barry is soooooo unphased by rafe. like yeah sometimes he's like 'oh bro whaaaat' in the moment, but ultimately he simply does not care that much. like in s1 when rafe and barry go to the garage and jump kie and jj, kie shouts "you murdered peterkin" and for only one second, barry's face is shocked, and then he's just over it and back to what he was doing before. and then after that he makes some lighthearted comments about rafe killing peterkin ("badder than i though, country club"). and then there's the "just tell me whatever the hell you done, 'cause i can promise you, whatever it was, i done worse". and then there's the whole going to the chateau to fuck the pogues up and the whole melting the cross situation. like in canon barry is very much aware of rafe's crazy, and in my head it's even more so
[bonus excerpt from something i'm working on: "He runs his finger over the cut, watches Barry’s muscles flex at the feeling of his fingertips on raw, open skin. His finger comes away coated in red and Rafe, before he can even stop himself, pops his finger in his mouth for a taste.
His brain lights up like a christmas tree at the taste of it, metal and bitter and so, so good. He savors it like a candy, swears he can feel the Barry of it all even though he rationally knows that’s impossible. Nothing feels very rational right now, though.
Fucking crazy, Barry says again, words soaked in adoration and fondness. Rafe’s crazy, no doubt about it, but if Rafe’s crazy then Barry’s positively insane for keeping him around."]
some other jackie and wilson lyrics that scream rafebarry that i won't elaborate on bc this is already insanely long... use your imagination and consider the delusional shit i already talk about it and you'll be able to see the vision clear as day:
"so deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine / for reasons wretched and divine"
"laughing away through my feeble disguise / no other version of me i would rather be tonight"
"lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime"
"every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside"
"we'd sit back and watch the world go by / happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this whole song is just so
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Renegade: Part 12
Roman reigns x OC Scarlet
Gif credit: @romanreigns
Warnings: SMUT!! errors I may have missed
Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns
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Joe's pov
"Scarlet please come back to me" I said gently trying to shake her away. "Baby girl please wake up!"
Her eyes slowly began to flutter open "Joe?" She mumbled "oh thank the gods you're awake!!" I said holding her in my arms.
"My head is pounding!"
"Did you play that song again?" I asked her
"No I didn't! Loki took over in his own because I let him. I knew you were in danger and I clearly was as well and I heard him in my head saying 'scarlet let me out!' So I did and he showed me the truth kf what Jonathan had been doing. He went to a bunch of other witches and had them chanting but I broke the circle!" She smiled
"You what?"
"I broke the circle! Yes may witches chanting together is powerful but all it takes is making 1 stop and the circle is broken!"
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Loki told me everything. I awoke who I truly was because of you and Loki just helped me hone it more! Josh has taken Jonathon to the counsel to be tried for his crimes and you and I are free to do whatever we want to!" She smiled. "I'm the dream walker Joe!"
"Oh you amazing, beautiful woman! I know there was a reason I loved you!" I smiled
She smiled a big bright smile "I love you to Joe!"
Before either of us could think we were in a deep make out session and I wanted her so badly!
Scarlet's POV
"You're so fucking beautiful Scarlet!" He growled. My clothes along with his soon came flying off and he crawled on top of me "watch me baby!" He said. I watched him slowly kiss down to both my breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth before continuing lower, never breaking eye contact. I bit my lip watching hip kiss around my belly button then my hips before center his face between my legs "fuck!" I groaned.
Running his thick fingers through my folds "damn baby you're so wet for me!" He growled before sticking those same fingers in his mouth "oh my gods!" It took everything in me not to grab him, pull him up and turn us over so i could ride him like rodeo! Watching his tongue flick in and out made it nearly impossible to resist the urge and I grabbed his hands trying to pull him up and he just held my arms down "I wanna taste you baby!" He groaned. Fuck!!
Each flick of his tongue made the pleasure more intense I grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed his face deeper into me "fuck! Joe don't stop!" I screamed. My grip on his hair tightened but he didn't seem effected. Finally the knot in my stomach burst "fuck! Joe! I'm gonna-" I couldnt finish my sentence before my orgasm rocked me and I screamed his name!
A few more flicks after he helped me ride out my orgasm and he slowly crawled on top of me stroking himself before sliding inside me "fuck baby that pussy is hot! Oh fuck!" He groaned. I wrapped myegs around his waist pushing him In as deep as possible "oh fuck baby girl that pussy is squeezing my cock so fucking good!! Uhh fuck! You're so delicious Scarlet! I can't get enough of you!!"
Fuck his damn dirty talk!! I wasn't gonna last long between his lustful voice and those delicious strokes I was gonna be a goner! My my eyes rolled back a deep chuckle escaping him again "am I hitting that spot Baby? Do I make this pussy feel good?!" I couldn't handle anymore and my body locked up as another intense orgasm rocked me. "oh fuck baby! Uhn!! you milking my cock that I'm gonna cum!! Oh I'm gonna fill that pussy!! Fuck!"
His orgasm intensified mine and ropes of hot cum spilled into my pussy. A few more sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me. Both of us panting heavily, completely satisfied and in each other's arms. "That was incredible!" He said
"It was!" I said as he slowly pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. "I need to tell you something" I said.
"What is it baby?" He asked
"I'm pregnant!" I smiled
"Are you serious?" He smiled back.
"I found out yesterday that's why Loki was protecting us" I said rubbing my belly. "He knew before I did!"
He pulled me into his arms, giving me a passionate kiss "you are the most incredible woman ever and I will protect both of you with my everything! You're mine!"
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𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀɴᴋꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴜɴɴʏ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)
ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ
I heard the sound of stomping footsteps coming up the stairs and I smirked when the doorknob violently turned and the person tried to open the door only for it to be blocked by the chair.
"Y/n, open the damn door! I know you have my fucking jawbreakers you little cunt!" I heard my big sister Carol yell from the other side of the door, if you thought her and Barbra's fights were so bad, you definitely haven't seen ours.
I'm the second youngest in our family, being older than Debbie by a year, but younger than my older sisters by six and seven years. I was the prankster of the family, pulling pranks on everyone in the house and I absolutely enjoyed it.
Me and Debbie were the golden children, which made Barbra and Carol despise us well, mostly me, because I loved making them angry.
But out of everyone in the family, I'm more notorious for picking fights and doing pranks on Carol, since the girl had huge anger issues and was easy to piss off.
There were times when we both ended up getting into multiple fights. Although she wins them, I still get a good few punches at her.
But no matter how much we argued and fought, I knew I was her favorite sibling.
I have been a tough one since growing up, but not in a good way. I had a good relationship with my mom, but not with my dad, who also has anger issues but is way more violent with Barbra and Carol.
There was one time when I came down stairs and saw him beating on Carol. I ended up jumping in and smashing a glass bottle over his head.
After that day, we didn't have a good relationship, but everyone else in the house I was good with.
"I don't know what your talking about?" I said with the innocent voice that I knew pissed her off "Y/n, I swear to god if you don't give me my shit back I'm gonna kick your ass into a coma!" she sneered, banging on the door.
"Girl go stomp the yard with those big ass boots, your not gonna do monkey shit" I replied, rolling my eyes and took a jaw breaker out of the bag and put it in my mouth.
"These boots might be big but your gonna get these size sevens right across your head"
"OK big foot!" I scoffed and turned up the radio, smirking at the sound of her yells of anger as she tried to push the door open.
"I'm telling you right now when I get in that room I'm gonna kick your ass and I don't care about you being smaller than me!" She exclaimed, pushing the door, but to no avail.
"And I'll kick your ass right back, so instead of worrying about me you need to worry about giving the garbage man his boots back" I laughed out, moving the jawbreaker to the other side of my mouth.
But that laughter quickly disappeared when the chair fell to the ground and the door swung open to reveal Carol. Her face was red and she definitely looked like she wanted to kill me. I chuckled nervously and grabbed the jawbreakers.
"Hey sissy, you know I didn't mean what I said", I said, but within a second she lunged at me. I yelled out in surprise and jumped on the bed, dodging her attack, and I quickly jumped off and shot out of the room and down the stairs, hearing her right behind me.
"Coming through! Sorry Barb!" I squeaked, shoving Barbra to the side.
I used everything I could to dodge her grabs at me, kitchen counters, chairs, sofas, anything because I knew once she caught me my ass was grass.
I was gonna run back upstairs when I felt an arm wrap around my neck and put me into a head lock.
I struggled trying to get out of her impossibly strong grip, "Give them back!" Carol yelled, trying to reach for the jawbreaker's jawbreakers, but I flung us to the ground and pulled her hair, making her scream in pain.
We were rolling around throwing punches, pulling hair, and yelling at each other while Barbra watched in amusement and Debbie was trying to stop us, but it all stopped when the doors opened, revealing our parents with groceries in their hands.
We were still rolling around until the voice of our mom stopped us in our tracks. "Carol and Y/n Denning stop this instant!!" We turned our heads to the door and finally saw them and they did not look happy.
I smiled widely and got off, Carol not forgetting to give her a swift but slick kick to her side which made her glare at me and my smile got wider, "Hi mommy, how are you!" I said.
"I'm fine and you are both grounded. Go to your rooms" she said, and walked past us to the kitchen with dad following behind her.
My smile dropped into a pout and I stood back up just in time for Carol to snatch her candy from my hands. "Touch my shit again and I'll break your damn nose". I smirked and got closer to her. Our faces inched from each other's.
"OK carpet muncher", I said looking into her matching eyes. She growled and stormed up the stairs "I'm definitely her favorite", I thought, crossing my arms with a smug look and going upstairs to my room.
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TW - DOMESTIC VIOLENCE - personal story
Domestic violence is a fucking plague here in Australia. A woman a week is murdered by her partner or ex partner. Every female friend or woman I know has at least experienced behaviour that is toxic and bordering on abuse to full on physical, financial, emotional abuse. 1 in 3 women have experience DV, and I bet that the REAL stats are way higher. 1 in 5 experienced sexual assault, same thing goes for the stats being much higher in reality.
I was abused by my first bf from 15-17. It is a big part of my radical feminsim and why I love this community. I cannot imagine a girl that age going through that shit. Let alone the horrors that happen to women with immensely less privilege than I.
I was trapped. In so much pain, constantly and I had no one. People told me I was overreacting to things he would say, my own mother told me that I just needed to show my love better in order for him to stop being controlling, teachers and mandatory reporters ignored clear signs and on one occasion me literally telling a GUIDANCE COUNSELLOR that he was controlling, I was afraid, I had no friends left, (I didn't say I was abused because I didn't think I was at that point). The education department later did not deem that she should lose her job even though the abuse continued on for a year afterwards. When I broke up with him at school one day, our head of year came looking for him because he ditched and I had to explain what happened and opened my phone (it had been on silent because I knew he was harrassing me) and the teacher saw the messages he was sending (I'm gonna kill/cut myself yada yada yada). Her and our schools principal made me sit in the office while they called an ambulance and the police, while I sobbed my fucking eyes out and repeated over and over and over again "he is going to hurt me, he is going to kill me." Their response was "No he won't, he will appreciate that you cared about him." They were blind.
I was dragged around on the floor by my hair. I was punched in my back, stomach, arm, leg, neck. I was kicked. I was held up against a wall and strangled until I saw black and almost passed out. I was spit on. He screamed in my face, he held a pocket knife to my leg and throat, he cut himself in front of me, he threatened suicide, this all happened several, several, several times. He made it impossible to see anyone because I was being bombarded with constant messages from him. And all the physical stuff was only really in the last four months, the emotional abuse began about a month after we started dating (14 month long relationship) . Anyway I'm sorry for the rant, it's hard lately :(
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