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bubblebbg · 6 months

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❝𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

Mizu x Reader

- Reader in this fic is of some sort of mixed or foreign descent, but this can also be interpreted as having any trait that would make them a pariah of sorts. Warning, not proofread lol. All spur of the moment.

When you found the blue eyed stranger laying bloody on a lonely street, you took her in. You keep her warm, fed, and with mends on her wounds. Mizu knows well that there are sacrifices to be made on her path. She doesn't know just how much they can sting.

Mizu can't quite pinpoint the most irritating part of the pain. The ache of broken bones, the sting of stabs and slices, the consistent ringing in her head; everything hurts, and she supposes that like every other injury, it's all par for the course. Small price to pay for revenge. She knew she'd have to rest at some point, but she didn't expect to be incapacitated, edging on consciousness for days. Every now and then there's a sensation like coolness on her forehead, or water at her lips.

It's on day three that she becomes lucid enough to realize someone's taking care of her. Her distrustful brain is immediately sounding alarms, but her body can do little to react in such a broken state. Mizu can do nothing but lie silent and weak on this futon, sipping medicines and soups when it's brought to her mouth and being patched, cut for cut, wound for wound.

The first thing she notices about you, her caretaker, is your eyes - eyes brimming with concern and care, eyes that catch every weakness of her flesh and seek to heal. She hears your whispers of "poor thing" and "I'll get you healed up in no time". And being Mizu, her first thought is...

"Why?"

She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but she doesn't rush to take it back. Why are you, a stranger, so willing to take care of her? Why are you expending your resources on a broken thing, a mistake that any other sane person would let rot in the street where they found it?

You only smile at her, and in such a way that makes her heart race. Gentle, patient, tentative. She doesn't like it one bit, the way it pulls at doors she's kept locked for years. Her eyes focus, taking in what you look like as you stand and ready yourself to leave the room.

"I don't need your pity!" She manages to choke out. It has you stopping in your tracks.

"It's," she coughs, sputtering on words, "It's because you're just like me, isn't it? You're different. A monster."

The look on your face is one of mild amusement, an eyebrow raised and the corners of your lips upturned. She's not sure if it's that or the confidence in your next words that makes her cheeks heat up.

"I am not a monster. Neither are you."

And you're gone, leaving her to deal with the weight you've left in her chest.

𓆩… . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . … . …𓆪

The days turn into weeks, the weeks into months. With so many parts impaired, it'd only make sense that healing would take this long. Most of all, it's your endless patience that surprises Mizu. When she reopens a wound by carelessly trying to train despite your cautions, you're there patching it up. When she expresses her frustration with not being able to take up the sword yet, you're there reassuring her that it'll all be fine in time. You're kind when she's haughty and sarcastic (which makes her feel guilty, and thus even more indignant), and this extends to others as well. She often sees you helping children or neighbors, anyone in need. You're loved in this town.

It makes her a bit irritated, seeing your kindness bestowed on others. At first she thinks it's because she sees weakness in your actions. Then she thinks it's jealousy - why are you, someone who would otherwise be an outcast like herself, so beloved by your town? How come it didn't turn out this way for her? But when she sees you cooking enough for the both of you and the family next door, stirring slowly as the food steams, she thinks to herself, god, they're even patient when they're cooking. And then it hits her.

She is jealous, but not in the way she thought. In the way that yearns for your priority, that seeks to be the only recipient of your sweet manners and loving nature.

It doesn't help that you've grown close, too close for her liking. There have been nights spent in each other's company, saying nothing but gazing at stars. There have been conversations in which you've both laughed, some in which you cried. Mizu's mind can't help but remind her that this isn't safe; the last time she opened her heart up, it returned battered.

But this - you - feel safe. You dedicated nearly three months to healing her body, all the while you had been patching up wounds the eye can't see.

"I'm leaving," she says meekly on a warm evening, the two of you sat in a field of grass overlooking your village. You look to her and she only stares forward. You suppose it's better than her leaving without telling you, but the pain is no lesser because of the thought.

You take a deep breath and exhale before answering, "I had a feeling."

There's a long silence between the two of you. It's your turn to watch the sun setting over the trees as Mizu looks at your expression, the hints of sadness in her eyes.

"Do you... do you really have to? You are welcome here, you know. You'll always have a home here with me."

The words have Mizu choking up and suppressing the sudden and unnerving urge to cry. What you've done to her in three months still astounds her.

"I do. You know I do. I was always going to have to leave."

Mizu is caught by another urge, the urge to take those words back when she sees streams on your cheeks. You sniffle and hiccup, and it's so much less pleasant than your usual smiling disposition. It hurts in the way no blade ever could.

The sun is disappearing, and she wills herself to stand. If she doesn't, she might never go. She turns to leave and you stand as well. She stops in her tracks when you tug on her sleeve. She faces you and you slowly, carefully bring a hand to the side of her cheek. When she doesn't flinch away, you lean in close. Your lips meet in a kiss that conveys words that neither of you have the power to say.

You pull back after a moment, your forehead pressed to hers and your eyes closed. Your voice is quiet, almost inaudible when you say your goodbye.

"Break my heart once by leaving. Do not break it again by dying."

She turns and leaves while your eyes are still closed. You open them to an empty field, your palm still wet with her tears.

#blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #taigen #akemi #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai angst #mizu x reader #mizu x you #taigen x reader #akemi x reader

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fairycosmos · 5 months

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i need a sane brain to tell me that im not wrong here. so lets say you told your mom you were going to help her move some shit out of your house but then you wake up kinda late and feel so fucking tired and out of it and your mom texts you ‘hey when are you getting here. only if you want tho! its okay if you dont, i might not even need you that much today’ so you think oh fuck yes thank god but now shes all ‘you didnt hold up on your promise. i needed you here. youre not reliable’ etc etc and cant seem to understand that if she wouldve TOLD ME. that i wouldve been there. like am i wrong here? like she kept saying how much she has to work and doesnt have a lot of spare energy but its like BRO. TELL ME THEN. or am i wrong to expect that of her? or to be like wth? why am i the bad guy here? idk its just so confusing and makes me insane. ily x

literally i don't know if i'm missing smth here but this sounds like ur mother is on some bullshitttttttttt like. my most charitable interpretation is that she's just a bad communicator (which is not ur fault) and my least charitable interpretation is that she's making you feel bad on purpose even though she was the one who said it was entirely up to you whether you go over there or not. i truly don't understand and i don't think you're the "bad guy" here at all. she didn't say she absolutely needed you, in fact she left it very open-ended and basically said it was up to you........i don't get it and i think you're just fine. i would've read it the same way you did, with the same implications. she's being weird imo and i'm sorry you're having to deal with it. i hope you're okay and i hope with time you're able to process it and feel better about the miscommunication without any guilt on your part. hugs. x

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greenygreenland · 2 years

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Can I get a oneshot of the reader taking care of the kid ninja during child's play

-i died -but then i lived -so i am very sorry for being late -but since this is still in my ask box i will deliver -sorry i am so late omg -this is going to be a bit goofy since they're all children

(Y/n)'s Daycare For Troubled Kids: Reader x Platonic! Children! Ninja

This had to be both the best and worst day of your life. Scratch that--probably the latter. With four tiny children half your size sprinting through the streets at the speed of mere fifth graders, you had to keep your eyes peeled.

Especially for the giant trunk (Chen's Noodle House, you loved that place!) veering to your left towards the crosswalk. Jay was the first to notice since he was, well, Jay. Those electric blue eyes of his snapped open as he threw out a hand towards the vehicle.

"Does anybody else see that giant truck heading our way?!" he demanded. Cole finished off a loose tie on his gi with a roll of his eyes. "Jay, of course there'll be loads of trucks. We're in the city, what do you expect--?"

Being in the city did not mean trucks speeding at a hundred miles per hour were normal. You threw out your hands and yanked the two ninja off the street. "Did you fry each others' brains out or what?" You gave them both a slap over the head. "Just because I had to sneak you out of the museum because the police thought you stole the golden sarcophagus doesn't mean we're in the clear yet! Focus, you two!"

Kai grabbed at his hair with a strangled screech. It vaguely reminded you of this one bratty kid you saw screaming and crying on the floor (some tantrum). "How are we supposed to focus when the grundle could be roaming around Ninjago City as we speak? The bones looked like they walked out of the display!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose with a long, tired sigh. The only one who hadn't been panicking this whole time had been Zane, but he got a free pass since he was a Nindroid. Now, if only your three stooges could get a grip, then you'd be able to focus and think your way out of this.

The faint blare of police sirens snapped you out of your stupor. You glared down at the four half-pints, motioned for them to follow. "Okay, first thing's first: avoid the police. Second, Zane, do you know anything about the grundle?"

He dutifully nodded as you all scampered into a lone alleyway. "The grundle is an ancient creature of the wild that once roamed free hundreds of years ago. Its specialty is in hunting ninja. Weaknesses are unknown unless one relies on brute strength."

Brute strength? That wasn't exactly something any of you had. Even if the four boys were at full strength, they weren't nearly as strong as a full-grown-ninja-hunting-dino.

You picked up your pace into a jog. "Okay, so no known weaknesses? Great, where's Nya's mech when you need it?" Kai scoffed. "You think her mech can deal with the grundle? I don't think so."

Jay stuck out his tongue and you began to wonder if this de-ageing magic made your four friends more immature. "What's wrong with Nya's inventions, huh? I bet she'd be able to fix up something quick. And it's not like you have any better ideas, Kai."

Another scoff rang out from the group, this time from Cole. He mercilessly glared down the two boys with a shake of his head. "Well, instead of being whiny, you could think of an actual solution, Jay."

"Shut up, Cole. Not like you're smart enough to think of a plan!"

"Oh, you're telling me to shut up? I'm just trying to keep our heads in the game!"

"You both are being stupid," Kai cut in, "we don't stand a chance against the grundle as kids!"

You exchanged a long look Zane. He seemed to always be the only sane one around. "Any chance of finding a payphone around here? I don't think we'll get anywhere unless we meet up with Lloyd. He can get your weapons from the Bounty."

Zane's gaze focused on an invisible horizon you could not see. "Take a left and there will be a payphone beside the bus stop." You smiled gratefully at him. What an angel. "Thanks Zane. Alright, kiddos, follow me!"

A long trail of 'who are you calling a kid?!' and 'we're the same age!' rang out from the three troublemakers. Once again, you exchanged a look with Zane. He smiled sweetly as he always did and it was just enough to keep you from losing your mind.

At least you learned something new about yourself. If you were a daycare worker, you'd probably end up in jail for strangling a room full of kids on your first hour.

#unedited #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #ninjago x reader #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #reader insert #lego #ninjago zane #kinda short #sorry #greenland's asks

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deeptrashwitch · 6 months

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Third part! Now is Sergeant Jackson Blackwell!

Lights, camera, action!

The beggining (part 3)

The trip was long as hell, almost a day if they had to be exact and shifted more than once to drive, but finally arrived to Norfolk. Alicia ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, it was a long day. Luke on the other hand looked as he wanted to kill someone right that instant, but tried to pretend being somehow sane.

As the same as in Fort Jackson they were guided to another conference room, watching the aircraft carriers as they walked by. This time an hour and a half passed before they heard the door being open. Sergeant Jackson Blackwell arrived and froze for a second when he saw the black-haired woman sat beside the red-haired man.

Yet he composed himself and salute both of them until Alicia told him to rest.

-My apologies, sir, ma'am-said trying to remain firm-I was attending some recruits who hurted themselves during training

-It's fine Sergeant-muttered the woman-take a seat, do you know why we called you?

-Negative ma'am

-You see, she's Captain Alicia Marchant and I'm Lieutenant Luke Michaelis-explained the man as he saw how the blonde one got tense-we were looking specifically for you, because of your habilities. Some people told the Captain about how you manage yourself in the battlefield and how quickly you treat wounds during crossfire. Pretty impresive if you ask me

-I...need to ask, but, have you read my archive?

When he said that unconsciously scratched his neck, giving a hint to both of them. The woman straightened up and put her hands up when the blue eyes filled up with a visceral fear.

-We did-claimed as she left her hands over the table-and I understand that you feel uncomfortable being under my command and working with me. Yet I want you to understand something, if we are here it's because I think you are one of the best in your workfield and want you to be part of our team

-I see, I'm flattered you think that way about me, Captain-he whispered with his fists clenched-but even with that, I-I don't feel able to work with you. Even now I can barely treat my co-workers

-Then we can give you an option-said Luke calmly-just do it for a month, come work with us for a month and if you can't bear it, you're free to come back here. No strings attached. Can we give him that, ma'am?

-That's right, I won't make you stay if you don't feel comfortable around us, we need a team that can trust eachother blindfolded and hands tied-claimed and then smiled a bit, trying to calm the medic-we might not find another medic as good as you, but it still your decision

-What's the trick?-asked the blonde SEAL

-None, give it a month and then decide, that's it

-...If I say yes, when should I start?

-Today is friday, let's say we arrive to Black Tomb on Saturday...by Monday would be fine-muttered Alicia to herself-do you agree Lieutenant Michaelis?

-Completely ma'am

-With that said, tell me Sergeant, do we have a deal?

She extended her hand just waiting, not expecting anything. For her and Luke's surprise...Jackson shook her hand, even if his was trembling a bit.

-I'll be there, Captain

-We'll be waiting for it, Sergeant

Some minutes later both of them were walking back to the car, both thinking about the reunion they just had.

-You think he'll handle it?-asked the green eyed, curious

-Cannot talk in his behalf, Michaelis, but I hope he does

-I wonder what happened to him

-Maybe it's better not to know-said Alicia as they get into the car-whatever it was, still keep him terrified. The past haunt us, let's just leave it inside each mind

-That sounded bitter, Captain, bad past?

-We're military, Lieutenant, we all have a bad past at this point

-Fair enough

After that the car took direction back to Black Tomb, but Luke glanced at the woman. Her eyes now were dark, filled of something he didn't recognized at first. Then he noticed regret, a deep one, but said nothing and a second later it was gone.

Three months later

-I have to say, I'm surprised-said Luke while watching Jackson working in the medic bay

-Agreed, I was already looking for a replacement

-Glad that's not the case

-Yeah, but really, I never expected he would work with me

Luke nodded before just stare at the view of Black Tomb, frowning a bit when he took a glance of the enormous plane. He knew who was inside and he was divided. The talent of their pilot was a big one, but he gave him a weird feeling, he's...too quiet. Even Wraith was suspicious once the Captain told her about him.

But maybe was his fear taking the lead. Even if there have passed months, almost a year, it was a bit difficult to hop inside of a plane without evoke the images of his last time. And yet he does, go foward and do the mission, they don't have other option.

-A cent for your thoughts-said the woman as she took a crayon out of her pocket

-Just thinking about our new member...is that a crayon? I thought it was a joke

-Still not trust Eager?-asked as she keep the red crayon between her teeth and laughed-I don't know what you mean, Michaelis

-Can't say I do and you know that if Jackson catch you eating that crap he'll scold you, right?

-It's not that bad

-Is that a crayon?! Are you nuts, Captain?!-screamed Jackson and both jumped for the surprise

The woman practically spitted the crayon as she saw the pissed off face of the medic, and Luke just started cackling trying to breath.

-You're gonna get yourself killed if you eat that! Are all the Marines like this?! For fuck's sake, you'll get poisoned!

-It's edible damnit!

-Is it?!-asked both of them in awe

-Yeah! I mean, we're not stupid!

The silence just made the woman to role her eyes, it was a good joke, but God...

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod oc #cod mw2 #oc #call of duty mw2 #ocs #cod mwii #team charlie #alicia marchant #luke michaelis #jackson blackwell

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scary-lasagna · 3 years

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Imagine the following: every year on Halloween the creeps have a small contest on who is able to scare people the most. But this time, one of them runs into a person that has to deal with hallucinations and they‘re just convinced that this creep isn’t real. So instead of being scared they just kinda go „that might as well happen. Want some tea or something?“ and proceed to treat them like an old friend

Just choose any creep that you think would be the most fun for this :D

Ben [A New Friend]

"HeLLOoooOO, smartypants!!" Ben's sassy appearance did not help you believe in his realness, let alone the ability to make you shit your pants in fear. He was a literal ghost for crying out loud! He was floating right in front of your eyes!!

You were supposed to be terrified! Stricken with paralyzing fear! Ben gets into, at least, the top five in every annual scare contest. He went through your search history your texts, deleted apps, Hell, he even took a glance through your calendar, all to help feed his psychological scare tactic.

But you weren't scared of anything, because nothing he did felt real to you. In all fairness, it's not every day, nor every Halloween, that a haunted victim of drowning stops by to visit. And he especially did not expect someone with your hallucinations to believe in his existence. But he wasn't about to let Nina take his spot this year. He could already hear her advancing screams not too far away from this house.

A pop from the nearby microwave made you flinch, but not necessarily scared. Anyone sane would flinch at a loud noise, especially from a device fully capable of exploding.

"I got you that time, right?!" The blonde scooted close, looking over your shoulder a you pulled fresh cookies out of the oven.

"Yes, sweetie, that was very scary." You decided to play along, and entertain the imaginary ghost. Maybe he'd finally leave you alone after you cooled the fresh pumpkin cookies...

He didn't, of course, judging from the random bang from your fridge. Maybe ignoring it was the best option. It might just go away on its own. You didn't fully expect it to work, considering he started the ol' huff and puff of annoyance when you were unbothered by the sudden movements and loud sounds.

Ben even tried going full poltergeist, and opened all of the cupboards and cabinets at once!

Nothing. Ben was just flat-out aggravated now. Humans are terrified of loud noises! And random occurances! It's in their DNA!

Without batting an eyelash, just took it in your stride as you spotted a box of tea, and brought it down. Maybe tea would calm your nerves, and your overactive brain. You set to work n fixing the kettle, and switching the stove on to heat up the water.

"I've done everything to scare you! And you're not even flinching anymore!" Ben quickly zipped behind you, using his ghostly appearance to tower over you, and send a wave of goosebumps across the back of your neck. "You have to be scared of me. I could kill you at any moment. I'll strangle you to death and then mangle your corpse for the Trick R' Treaters to find."

A pair of cold, clammy hands grasped your bare neck, and you have to admit, it did feel wildly uncomfortable. Like, why does he sweat so much? And why is he so cold when you're house is warm and toasty in accordance with the crisp fall weather? "Sounds nice, I guess." You merely shrugged, and cautiously pulled a cookie off of the sheet for a taste test.

The haunt retracted his body in offense, scoffing, "If you're not even gonna talk to me, I might as well just leave!" Ben paused, crossing his arms and tucking his legs up like a child.

"Would you like some tea before you go? I have pumpkin cookies and candy, too." You hummed, carefully pouring the hot water into the cup. It wasn't much, but maybe it would warm up those cold hands of his. "We can maybe watch a movie too, if you'd like." You couldn't help but muse the situation, pulling out another cup to fix Ben's drink.

Ben only huffed, and looked at the ticking clock on the wall, only serving mockery of his hour-long failure. He glanced over for a few moments, eyeing the outstretched saucer holding a neat cup of tea, decorated with a few cookies and pieces of candy.

Oh, what the Hell. What's one Halloween night spent inside? Not every year has to be full to the brim with spooks and ghost stories.

Ben took your offering, floating a few inches behind you as you lead the way to the fall-themed living room. Everything was quite cozy looking, and Ben wouldn't mind staying here for just a little longer.

Maybe he'll go home after he finishes his tea, he thought.

But minutes turned to hours, and hours dragged on into the night as you two found middle ground of scaring each other with your favorite horror stories from a well-known internet archive.

Creepypasta.

#i have to make a scare contest ranking after i write this #creepypasta x reader #Halloween #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #scenario #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #platonic

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wattpadscapcons · 2 years

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New Year Prompt: Ball Drop w/ Tsurugi Kinjo

Entry for @silladelareina

What was the hardest part of this whole ordeal? Convincing him to take a few days off so you could visit a major city in a foreign country for an event he really didn't care much about. Sure, Tsurugi loved spending time with you, being close to you was one of the things that kept him sane most days. But a foreign country? You couldn't possibly be serious.

"You expect me to take a week off of work to visit a place we both have never been just so you can watch the "Ball Drop"?"

"Yes."

"No way in hell."

"Whyyyyy?"

"I have better things to worry about than you getting lost in a big crowd on the streets of New York."

"That's why I want you to go with me."

"Y/N, as much as I want to spend New Years with you, you know I just can't stop in the middle of a case."

"I already asked you superior. They said it was fine. You haven't used any of your vacation days anyways."

He almost dropped his coffee mug. He felt a sting where some of the coffee spilled onto his uniform. You went behind his back to ask for him to get time off. You're absolutely going to pay for this, as for when though, you'll never expect it.

"I'm so getting you back for this."

"You can do that later, you have to get your suitcase packed."

"You had this planned didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Be glad you haven't done anything illegal."

"Stealing your heart isn't a crime?~"

"Don't push it Y/N."

Your plan was working flawlessly, he had his things packed and on the plane by the next morning. He wasn't doing so well with it though, you could describe it as him constantly squirming in his seat, but event that wouldn't fit his uneasiness. He was starting to create such a negative aura that people around the two of you were starting to feel it as well.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"I did kind of blackmail you didn't I?"

"I can arrest you later, I'm too tired for that now."

"Ah, the jet lag must be getting to you. Just try to take it easy."

"I'm so used to moving all of the time. This feels so unnatural."

"It'll only be.....12 hours. Mm lovely."

"There is no way in hell that anyone expects me to stay in one spot for that long."

"Well no. I don't think they'd think kindly of a police officer pacing back and forth in the isles though. There are movies you can watch. They even has some games downloaded for passengers to pass the time with, see?."

"Ugh...."

He had almost lost his mind by the time the plane had actually landed. How it was you were able to keep him calm the entire ride and keep him from tearing out his hair is a mystery to the other passengers on the flight. He practically dragged you off the plane, which in his case, was warranted.

"Thank god.... One more minute on that plane and I would have lost my damn mind."

"I know you're tired, but you know the time differences right?"

"You've got to be kidding me...."

"I'm sorry."

"This ball drop better be something special or a I swear to god."

"Just take it easy Tsurugi..."

What is there for a police officer to do after dealing with culture shock? You've been finding that he's been spacing out more and more as the week goes by. Trying to learn culture from a place he only knew the language from wasn't exactly his strong suit. Getting takeout seemed to be a hassle too sadly. You weren't expecting him to get so stressed out just by taking a week off. Maybe this was a bit too much of a change for him to take at once.

Comforting him every time his brain started to melt aside.... Everything else seemed to be ok. Shopping, eating out, actually getting him out of a police station for once, while those might all be foreign to him, he'll slowly become more accustom to it. There are a few nights that he gets up at some ungodly hour of the morning to "get ready for work" only to realize he can't even do that.

"I tried to tell you."

"I know...."

Finally came new years day! What a disaster that day was.

An hour before the drop was set to happen, he lost you in the crowd. He knew it would happen! He told you! He was starting to really freak out by the time that you spotted him. You were just as equally freaked out, he had walked away from you. You asked him to wait so you could look at something, and then turn around to see that he was gone. Did he not hear you over the music?

"There you are! I told you to wait, did you not hear me?"

You unintentionally scared him by grabbing him while his back was turned to you and he almost pulled his gun on you. You forgot that he could be spooked easily.

"Hey! It's just me. Calm down."

"....."

It only took him a second to regain his composure before he pulled you off to the side, where he could do damage control. The damn music in the area was too loud for him to even hear you then.

"Where were you? I turned around and you were gone!"

"I didn't hear say you were stopping."

You didn't really get to wait on the streets to see the event in person like you hoped. Tsurugi was too paranoid that he was going to lose you again in the crowd. God knows what could happen to you then! So, instead of being out on the street like you planned, you had to watch the event on tv from your hotel room.

"Well, that was a big waste of time..."

"Tsurugi, you have to be there in person to get the excitement of the event. You shouldn't just dismiss it..."

"I'm not letting you back outside just to lose you again. You are staying right here, where I can see you."

In short, your protective police officer was almost monitoring your every move until the trip was over, and you were home. That being said, he never wants to leave Japan without a security team again.

I made him a little more on the negative side, hope that's ok! I wasn't really feeling it for such a moody police officer.

#tsurugi kinjo #dra x reader #dra tsurugi x reader #dra tsurugi #super danganronpa another 2 #danganronpa #dra #danganronpa another

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muselin · 3 years

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helloooo lovely morning miss! Can I request for Lee Donghae smut wherein he's a hard dom and has a daddy kink? hope you can do this. Thank you so much!

Tails You Lose

Group: Super Junior

Who: Donghae/f!reader

What: explicit smut, double penetration, mild degradation, daddy kink, hard dom!Donghae (but not too hard), safe sane and consensual

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Hope you enjoy this, anon! This was a bit difficult to write, every time I started I would get so distracted with all kinds of fantasies 😅 I did this with a female reader and I've written this so that it can stay as it is, or if anyone wants a Part 2, let me know and I will write it as a Kinktober entry.

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"Comfortable?"

Donghae's smirk could be heard in his voice as he walked around you. You couldn't see him though. Or touch him. You were blindfolded and your hands were bound behind your back.

"Mmmh...," you whimpered, trying to adjust yourself in some form of comfort but any way you moved made you burn with the need to bob up and down.

The ribbed dildo you were sitting on was stimulating you in the most exquisite way, filling you up and rubbing against so many places inside you that it was near impossible to sit still. Your pussy was leaking heavily and you had already made a mess around the base of the dildo. Your feet tried to find grip on the floor but Donghae had secured you and the dildo on a stool just tall enough that you couldn't really reach the floor, and you were forced to sit with the dildo all the way inside you.

"Aaah!" You cried as Donghae's hand came down hard on your ass. He positioned himself at your side and slid his other hand down to your pussy, stroking your clit softly.

"Have you been waiting long, my little slut?" Donghae said sweetly, too sweetly you thought, expecting any moment to be punished for enjoying it.

"Yes, I have--Aaahh!" He spanked your ass hard at your answer.

"You really call 20 minutes long, Y/N?"

"N-no, I was f-fine..."

"Good," Donghae said calmly, stroking over the stinging site of impact on your ass cheek. "Today we're going to play a little game. If you're a good girl, I will make sure you feel good. But if you aren't, there will be pain."

"Yes," you whispered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Donghae--Aaahh!"

Unsatisfied with your answer, Donghae reached over and you felt a much different sting. The feeling of thin strips of leather with knots along the length and you realised that was the sting of the cat o' nine tails he kept for special occasions. He had come to play hard today.

"Yes WHAT?"

"Yes, daddy!" You wailed at the sting, jumping up involuntarily and by consequence sinking down hard onto the dildo, feeling it rub all the way inside of you. Your wetness had started seeping into the fabric of the stool and audible wet noises could be heard each time you moved.

"That's right," Donghae said. "Here's the deal. Daddy's going to stretch your lovely ass, then fuck it. The dildo will stay in your filthy pussy and I will use it as I please. If you squirt on me before I cum, I will stop, tie your legs to the chair and you will get 30 hits with the cat o' nine tails."

You gulped tensely. You hadn't worked up to the cat o' nine tails yet. You had let Donghae use it a couple of times but after a smack or two you usually safeworded on him. You were able to squirt independently of an actual orgasm and you couldn't control it. You could squirt and not feel an orgasm and the few times this had happened you craved an orgasm even more. Now Donghae intended to use it as a punishment.

"Do you understand the rules of the game," he asked you.

"Yes, daddy."

"Do you consent to the game?"

"Yes."

"What's your safe word?"

"Seashell."

"Good girl. Now here, get this wet for me."

Your mouth was instantly filled with a toy and you felt bulbs and ridges along the surface. It was the graduated butt plug Donghae liked to use to stretch you out and you swirled your tongue around it, making sure to get it nice and wet. Donghae didn't usually use lube when he played hard, instead making use of your spit and the slickness dripping from your pussy.

He pulled the butt plug from your mouth and picked you up under your arms, removing you from the dildo so that you felt suddenly very empty. You heard the noise of zips and clothes rustling and were then placed in Donghae's lap. He had freed his hard cock from his pants and with no warning sat you down right on it.

"You will stay on my cock while I'm stretching your little asshole."

"Uuuunhgg, fuck... yes, daddy," you moaned, rutting on his lap as he filled you. It felt quite different having his warm, thick cock inside you and if you hadn't been blindfolded he would have seen your eyes rolling back.

You felt the toy prodding at your rim and Donghae pressed the first part of it inside slowly but firmly. You moaned loudly as you felt it going in and tried to fight your natural instinct of contracting the ring of muscles to keep the toy out. You relaxed as much as you could to let it come to rest inside you.

Donghae reached around and started rubbing your clit slowly like before, rocking you gently back and forth on his cock.

You whimpered and nearly wanted to cry. It felt so good to be stimulated like this, nice and full of his cock, his fingers on your clit and the toy tugging at the sensitive nerves around your rim.

"Ohhh fuck daddy, yes. It feels so good, oh please...," you begged easily.

His fingers instantly left your clit and clenched around your neck. Donghae didn't just squeeze around the sides, he pressed down on your windpipe in warning. This was a punishment.

"You know begging doesn't make me go any quicker, princess. Behave," he said quietly and calmly next to your ear.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry...," you whispered brokenly through the pressure on your neck.

Donghae released you and you breathed in deeply. It always did something to him to hear you beg and you knew the punishment for begging would never be too severe. He cradled you against his chest and thrust up into you slowly, at the same time pushing more of the toy into your ass. You hummed blissfully and he kept going until the entire thing was inside you. Your bodies were flush against each other and he used your bound arms as leverage to make you bounce on his cock.

"Ohh baby you feel so good," he moaned, a rare show of his restraint slipping. "Are you nice and full now?"

"Yes, oh fuck, Donghae!"

His hand shot up to your neck again and your air was cut off.

"Yes WHAT?"

"Y-yes, daddy," you coughed and he released you quickly.

"I think you're ready to swap things around now," he said and removed the plug from you. He picked you up as you were still impaled on his cock and he moved to the sofa. He sat you down on his lap so that you faced away from him and he leaned back, his cock slipping out of you with a wet noise, slapping against his abdomen. Donghae reached for the ribbed dildo that had been inside your pussy before and put it next to him. He plunged his fingers into your loosened hole and tugged teasingly at your rim, then took his cock in hand and eased the head in. He had stretched you out before but it still felt intense to have him pushing inside you and you arched your back for him as he penetrated you.

Donghae saw this and gave you a hard thrust experimentally. Your jaw went slack at the intensity of it but you showed no sign of discomfort. You felt him smiling against your skin and move to reach for the dildo. You felt the ridges of it pressing against your dripping pussy.

"Do you want it, baby," Donghae murmured at your shoulder as he began thrusting into your ass.

"Yes, daddy, oh please, fill me up all the way!"

He didn't hesitate and pressed the dildo into you. You nearly screamed. You were double penetrated and Donghae's other hand was back at your clit. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you didn't seem to be able to get enough air into your lungs. Donghae used the dildo as an anchor and held it still while he thrust with his hips, making you toll backwards and forwards against his cock and the dildo inside you. The friction and pleasure in both your holes was brain-melting and you werr not aware of your head falling back loosely, moans coming out with zero restraint as Donghae fucked you. His hand mercifully left your clit, giving you a pause on the overstimulation. You felt his fingers caress up your body and settle at the base of your throat, not squeezing, just holding.

The effect was still instantaneous. You were already swimming in the shallows of subspace and you fell all the way into that bliss.

"Babe?" Donghae sensed the change in your moans and slowed down. "Color?"

"Mmm, greennn...," you moaned obscenely and bent down to take two of Donghae's fingers in your mouth. He was reassured that you were still with him and sped up his pace again, thrusting deep into your ass and easing the dildo in and out of your pussy. He pressed down on your tongue.

"You like this, huh? You filthy whore.... Look at the mess you're making on my lap... Fuck, you feel so good around my dick..."

He ripped his fingers from your mouth and fucked into you harder, bouncing you on his lap as he thrust the dildo into you as well and returned his hand to your clit.

"Donghae! No!"

But "no" was not your safeword. Donghae's hand came down hard on your ass and the sting made you yelp.

"What's that now," he teased and started slapping your clit lightly.

"Daddy!! FUCK!!" you screamed, the added stimulation flooding your brain. Under you Donghae flexed his thighs and buried his cock balls-deep into your ass with a brutal thrust. You dug your nails hard into his hand which was keeping the dildo inside you and he pulled it out of you.

Your orgasm came rushing out and you soaked his thighs, squirting all over him. Donghae growled and clenched his teeth, holding onto everything he could not to instantly cum into your ass. You wailed and shook in his arms as your orgasm rocked through you, muscles convulsing and hand in a death-grip on Donghae's.

"Fucking slut, look at this mess," he said to you as he trailed his fingers over your soaked entrance then leaned back. Through your endorphin haze you felt him reaching for something.

Suddenly you were very alert. Knotted leather threads crept up against your skin and you heard Donghae whisper in your ear.

"Guess what. You lost."

#super junior smut #donghae smut #super junior scenario #donghae scenario #suju #suju smut #super junior hard hours #suju hard hours #lee donghae #muselin #super junior

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graciesinclair81 · 3 years

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TRUDY AND VICTOR SINCLAIR HEADCANONS.

Cause They get A LOT of bad rep, and Its understandable. But there's more to them that we know. Also I feel kinda bad for them and not a lot of people talk about them in depth.

They never meant to raise their kids with questionable child rearing methods, Things just got out of hand, and they didn't know how to cope.

Victor was abused even more than what he did to his kids, his father was a mean alcoholic and didn't only beat him when he was misbehaving, but also beat him even when poor Victor was simply minding his own business.

Trudy was an extremely beautiful young woman, (have you seen her sons??) and she was winner of miss ambrose for years consecutively.

They truly tried to handle Bo's tantrums, but it was nearly impossible, think about it: Bo Sinclair as an adult is huge, immensely strong, and has incredible stamina and endurance. And if you've seen pics of the Sinclair parents, you can see that they weren't anywhere near as big as the adult twins.

Also from what I've gathered of the few pics we have of the Sinclair brothers as children, it seems to me that Trudy and Victor did nice things for their children- birthdays, taking them to the zoo and park; getting toys for them, etc you can literally see baby bo smiling with that adorable grin of his:

They weren't perfect; no parent is. But honestly, let's imagine ourselves in their shoes. Youre a young couple; you're expecting your first child, it turns out they're twins, but they're conjoined. You are now forced to make a very serious decision. Your choice, like all other choices parents make, will permanently affect the infants.

Either you keep them together, and have to deal with the challenges that such a situation will present; or you risk them dying during a fairly rare operation. (at the time, remember the twins were born in the beginning of the 70s and medical knowledge of procedures was limited.)

Victor was able to separate them safely himself for the latter reason the surgery was 'controversial" as stated in the newspaper article:

But even though the surgery didn't kill the children, they still had trauma. And even though people think Bo was perfectly normal since his scars weren't seemingly extensive compared to Vincent's, both twins suffered major mental issues. I mean come on. Who in their sane mind decides that killing people to set them up on display as wax figures just for the hell of it?

But it's not a black or white situation. There's a lot of gray with the Sinclairs. The boys had problems, but so did the parents. I don't think it's too far fetched to say that Trudy and Victor were the ones who actually started the killings. Bo clearly explained how his momma wanted to make something real special, and how he and Vincent were continuing her work. I don't know how involved Victor actually was with the wax figures or killings, maybe he was actively working alongside his wife, which is the most likely, since killing people isn't an easy task obviously and judging from the pics we have of her, she wasn't exactly strong or big. She was pretty petite and short.

We don't know much about her past canonically; but personally I think that the cyst she eventually got in her brain was hereditary. Maybe mental or physical illness ran in her family? Maybe that's why the boys were born conjoined? I dunno. But it is something to ponder.

Something I was thinking about recently was how back in the day, mental illness was treated so inadequately. And how people would perform lobatomies on patients with behavioral problems. What if Trudy and Victor didn't want that for Bo, and they preferred to try to handle him in order to keep him from a mental hospital and suffering the same fate many people had went through because of his very same condition?

When Trudy died, Victor shot himself. It's literal proof how much he meant to him; he couldn't bare to live without his wife, and not even his children could make him stay.

In conclusion:

I don't think it's fair to point fingers and blame Trudy and Victor for everything without taking in consideration of the circumstances the Sinclairs were in. I don't want to justify the fact that they hurt their children both emotionally and physically, but they had their reasons. I don't think they just decided to have children and be monsters to them; the trials that they went through lead to the tragic outcome of what would be the Sinclair demise.

Look at this pic; Look at how happy Trudy was. Victor may be scowling, but I bet that is just his normal face. (My own dad always seemed like he was mad when he was perfectly fine and chillin) Look closely at the headline underneath, "the couple seemed overjoyed with news of their impending family." Idk why but it makes my heart break a little, seeing them and thinking about all the sad events that had happened afterwards, and thinking of what could've been had things been different somehow.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #brian van holt #damon herriman #house of wax 2005 #how 2005 #horror #character discussion #trudy sinclair #Victor Sinclair

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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ON THE EDGE ~ Pt. 3

Characters: Gavin Reed x fem!Reader; Connor; Hank Anderson;

Warnings: cursing

Words: 2.122

Gavin nodded while he checked the file in front of him, “Well, yeah… I never made the connection before-”

“That’s why I am here… for the things you won’t see.”, yn said teasingly. Gavin glared at her but she just stuck out her tongue which caused Gavin to smirk. Yn took another file and handed it to Gavin, “Here is another statement. Again this Joseph.”

Gavin frowned as he skimmed through the file, “Is that one of mine? I can’t remember-”

“No, it’s not yours. Actually, this is from Hank-”

Gavin’s head shot up from the file, “Hank? Have you talked with him about this?”, annoyance was hearable in his voice.

Yn looked at him with a challenging expression, waiting for him to say the wrong thing but he didn’t, so she answered, “Yes, I did. Because my partner was MIA, you remember?”, she asked rhetorically.

Gavin understood and decided to stay silent, swallowing down his pride, “Alright, yeah... so, you wanna trace this case?”

“I would like to do it, yeah. But first, we need more information or at least, we should collect everything we can find.”, yn said and wasn’t surprised to see Gavin making a face by mentioning ‘boring’ paperwork, “Listen, here’s the deal, you go home, take a shower and relax a bit. You kinda look horrible-”

“Thank you very much.”, Gavin muttered.

Yn smiled softly, “You know what I mean. Meanwhile, I will gather the information.”

“You sure?”, Gavin asked. It didn’t feel right to let her alone doing all the work but a shower was also something Gavin was yearning for after this kinda horrible day.

“Of course. You know, it feels good to be here and to have these files in my hands. I just want to enjoy this feeling a bit longer.”, she said softly, “And you hate doing paperwork anyway.”

Gavin knew how much she loved her job. She was as passionate about it as he was. They both wanted the same things: to hunt criminals and to bring justice to those who got hurt by all the bad people in this world. Now that she was back, he couldn’t remember how he had managed to stay sane without her. He stood up and donned his leather jacket, “Alright, but if you need help or anything, call me.”, he said. As he saw her doubtfully glance he added: “I promise, I will answer.”, he said softly and yn grinned. Reluctantly, Gavin left his desk but looked back at her one last time. In the end, he wished he hadn’t done it. The scene he saw was annoying but before his temper could blow his fuses once again, he left the DPD.

Just as Gavin was about to leave, Connor walked to yn. As yn noticed the android, she looked up from the files and shot him a warm smile, “Hey, Connor.”

“Hey. Could you talk with Reed about these files?”

“Yes, I could. I think we will have a new case here.”, yn answered with a smile.

Connor noticed the way her eyes sparkled when she was talking about the case and the work. He already noticed that she had a cheerful personality mostly in comparison to Reed and Hank. But the energy he saw now was something different. Connor had studied her career a bit. She was young, ambitious and one of Detroit’s best Detectives and now, he saw why she was this good: there was a fire burning in her. She wouldn’t give up until she would solve this case, “I’m glad the two of you could sort things out.”

“Yeah, Gavin is a bit hot-headed… some things will never change. You just have to know how to deal with him.”, yn said. On the other side of the room, she saw Hank getting done with work to leave the office, “You’re done for today?”

“Yes. The Detroit Gears have a game today and Hank wants to watch it in Jimmy’s bar. I accompany him to make sure he won’t get … too drunk.”

“Sounds like a good evening.”, yn admitted.

“Would you like to join us?”, Connor asked carefully and kinda shy. He wasn’t sure where this idea came from but the idea to spend more time with her was something he would like.

Yn’s brows shot up in surprise. This invitation was nothing she had expected, “Oh, uhm… you know, Connor, it’s very nice of you to ask but I… I want to work this through. But next time.”, she answered. Connor understood it and then, Hank was ready to leave the DPD. Yn smiled to herself. The way Connor had asked her was so pure and innocent that she was surprised that he was able to keep up with Hank and all the other cops. He was nice, friendly … even undeniable handsome with these soft brown eyes. Her glance fell on the small plant which caused her smile to get even a bit bigger.

It was past nine as yn realized that she was alone in the DPD. Well, there was herself, the police androids in standby mode and Captain Fowler was also still in his office. She sat straight in her chair which caused her spine to crack nasty. She rolled her head left and right and rubbed the back of her neck. As she looked hopefully into her cup, it was already empty.

“You know when the coffee is gone it’s the sign for you to go home.”, Captain Fowler said, who stopped next to yn’s desk, “What are you working on anyway? Something interesting? Or are you trying to make sense of Reed’s paperwork?”

Yn chuckled. Everyone knew that Gavin was a very good Detective with a high crime clearance rate but his manners casted a cloud over his victories most of the time, “No, his files are all fine. But I found something in them. First, there were just two statements with the same name of a Red Ice dealer. Hank also found something that suited this case in his own files. Now, I have a bunch of files and statements all with the same names and places.”

Fowler was hooked immediately. ‘Red Ice’ was still the main problem in Detroit. He grabbed a chair and sat next to yn’s desk, “Tell me more about it.”

Ten minutes later, she had summarized all the information she had found as best as she could. Fowler nodded slowly, seemingly deep in his thoughts. Yn waited for him to speak. She knew that the Captain hated it to get interrupted while he was considering his next steps.

“You really have found something. Maybe even something big. This Joker-guy must have a boss. What you said about him doesn’t sound as if he would be connected enough to get the drugs on his own.”

“I thought the same.”, yn admitted.

Fowler stood up, “Reed and you can follow this trace but, if you need anything, come to me. It’s your first case, take it easy. Even if I know you’re capable.”

“Thanks, Sir. Uhm… I might already have an idea.”, yn said and grinned.

After another training session on his boxing bag, Gavin took a hot shower at three o’clock in the morning. The water was slowly running down his body and relaxed all the tense muscles. He tried his best, but Gavin wasn’t able to keep a clear mind. His thoughts were always drifting to all the events of the past day.

The small plant... Connor… the hooker … how he had treated yn…

Gavin sank his head, his hair was falling into his face and the water was running down between his shoulder blades while he supported himself with his hands from the wall. Yn already had noticed that something was bothering him and he knew, if he wouldn’t watch out, that she would ask until there was no other way than telling her the truth why he was on the edge all the time.

Ten minutes later, he left the shower, flung a towel around his hips and stepped to the sink to look into the mirror. Yn had been right, he looked horrible. His lip was still slightly swollen, his cheek a bit red and dark shadows under his eyes betrayed that he was barely sleeping. He checked his appearance one last time, before he groaned, annoyed about himself, and left his reflection alone. There was no solution for any of these problems - and Gavin wouldn’t even start to try to find one.

A few hours later and filled up with much coffee, Gavin entered the DPD. He was determined to keep his temper calm. He really wanted to stay cool but as he walked to his desk, his blood pressure was already increasing again.

Yn was there, like an early bird, sitting at her desk. Next to her were Hank and Connor. Yn laughed loudly about something Hank had said and as Gavin came closer he heard something about ‘pigeons’. Gavin approached the small group, all the former good intentions long gone and his bad mood back in charge, “Don't you have your own desks?", he asked and looked annoyed at the two men.

Yn checked quickly on Gavin. He looked a bit better than the day before but she saw that he hadn’t slept again. So, yn wasn’t surprised to see him this moody. But the first thing she had learnt in handling Gavin Reed was to treat him with kindness if he decided to be a prick, "We wish you a good morning as well, Detective.", she said teasingly friendly while she observed his reaction.

"Yeah, yeah,yeah...", he answered bugged, "What is going on here?", Gavin asked and pointed at the file in Connor’s hand. It was one of Gavin's.

Yn rolled with her eyes, "Oh, hell! Calm the fuck down! Eat a Snickers!"

"W-what? Why?", Gavin asked dumbfounded and looked puzzled at her.

Yn grinned at him, "Because your boiling hot latin blood comes through when you're hungry!"

"Latin blood?", Connor asked with one raised brow.

Yn looked at him with a lopsided smirk, "His mother comes from Puerto Rico."

"Hey!", Gavin called out.

Yn looked back at him still grinning, "What? That's not a secret. Oh, and by the way, Hank and Connor are joining us on the Red Ice case-"

"No fucking way! It's our case!", Gavin called out. He got annoyed more and more, although he had planned this day differently, but somehow he got the feeling that yn was working against him.

"Orders from Fowler.", yn explained with crossed arms.

“Why?"

"I gathered all the information and… this case could be big, you know, it might even come with a lead to a drug boss. So, since I got Hank’s case file already involved and because he is the most experienced of us relating to Red Ice cases, it’s just the best solution to be successful. And Connor... he's a very intelligent and advanced boy. It could be useful to have an android on our side.", yn said and winked at Connor with a grin. The way she spoke about him gave Connor a good feeling.

Gavin pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, "Bloody hell! I should have stayed in bed.", he muttered.

Yn looked skeptical at her partner, "The way you look, I'm not sure what you use your bed for but it's not for sleeping."

Slowly, he looked at her and pressed his jaw together to swallow down the comment he had on his lips, "You... I need coffee!", he grunted and went into the kitchen.

Yn followed Gavin with her eyes, a smirk on her lips, "Maybe you should consider bathing in it rather than just drinking it."

Gavin showed her his middle finger and heard her chuckling.

Yn turned over to Hank with a grin, "It's really good to be back."

Hank smirked, enjoying the fact that Gavin got some backtalk, "Reed will kill you when he finds out that it was your idea to get us on board."

"I know.", she answered with a huge grin, “But I wasn’t lying. Fowler approved the idea. Gavin just doesn’t have to know that.”

Connor looked at her. How she grinned and how much fun she had treating Gavin like this was contagious. Connor grinned as well, in his eyes, Gavin deserved this, "You like to fuck him up, don't you?"

Yn looked at the android and nodded slowly, "Hell yes. It's funny. And very easy."

Gavin came back, sat at his desk, took a sip of his coffee but stayed silent.

"Better?", yn grinned.

"No.", Gavin muttered low.

"Perfect. The best base to start the briefing."

#detroit become human #gavin reed x reader #gavin x reader #gavin reed #dbh gavin reed #dbh #dbh fic #fanfiction #fandom

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boys-from-santacarla · 3 years

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Note; I deeply apologize seeing as this is going to end up being long. Onto the information; My name is Ghost(mainly go by this one), Acid, Killer(more of a nickname), or Gore(more of a nickname). I go by he/they/xe/its, and I'm a dude, MLM and poly so it really doesn't matter much who it is. Born March 31st, being an Aries I'm a very loud and energetic person. I'm also very impulsive and get myself into deep shit, even if I don't realize I'm doin' it. I get overly loud when the topic is about something I enjoy or is into, if I try flirting on purpose it's ass but when I do it without realizing I get called a huge flirt. Big music and art geek, I have sketchbooks upon sketchbooks filled just sitting around in my room. I listen to a lot of rock like Queen, Guns N Roses, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, ACDC, Nickelback, KISS, Slipknot, KoRn, and on and on. Although I listen to every genre of music minus country(although there are few songs I can deal with). Big tattoo/piercing person, if you have one visible I will point it out and geek out about it. Although literally don't ask me to name a few songs unless I've been rambling on about it because I have the shittiest memory. I dye my hair so often it's surprising my hair is still healthy. I have literally bleached my hair, dyed it red and let that fade for a week, then dyed it blue and have been touching up the blue ever since then. If it wasn't due to money problems and the fact it's hard to borrow in my town my hair would probably have my hair a different color every two weeks. I ramble quite a bit and have the shittiest focus and memory, so you may have to pull me to the side and tell me to calm down. Would definitely compliment on the boys looks, specially their outfits. I'm a coffee and monster addict at this point, you'll see one or the other in my hand, and the occasional water bottle because I try to keep myself health. My love language is through touch and insulting people. Ex, "I fucking love you dumbass" or flipping you off playfully as a way of saying "i love you bitch". Smoking doesn't bother me, grew up around it my entire life. I love riding on motorcycles, no matter the weather, is it cold asf, nice idgaf, is it raining, shit lets go. I have a bad(good in some people's eyes) of using petnames/nicknames for everyone. Everyone has a wholesome petname from me and then I'll call them a whore or some shit. I cuss too much for my own good, I literally don't have a filter in my entire body. I will impulsively say shit, sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes it's a bad thing. Due to my anxiety I try to stay away from large crowds, but if I'm in them (aka on the boardwalk) I will have music blaring in my ears and my ears glued into my current sketchbook. Although I currently don't have them, I'm going to add them anyways because I'm going to end up getting them when I have the money to go to a piercer or to get a kit. I want a shit ton of piercings. Such as snake bites(lip piercing), tongue, septum, all of the piercings finished on my ears, and bridge. I've stated once I'm a big tattoo geek, so I want a quite a bit of those. I'm definitely a big "oh let's do it myself" person, and I have tried giving myself a septum piercing. (it would've worked if it wasn't for the fact I did it too low to be able to flip it up to hide it) I love the adrenaline of fights, it doesn't matter if I win or loose, although I do prefer if I win. I literally get the most random urge to fight someone for the hell of it. Probably has something to do with impulsive thoughts and shit, but oh well. I'm a big respect person, I live by the motto "you respect me, I'll respect you". I have blackouts sometimes due to rage and anxiety, so I try to keep myself from having them. I have a bad habit of rambling and saying sorry too much. I tend to repeatedly say sorry whilst rambling as I tend to get overly excited and loud when I ramble. I'm a very talkive person if I know and trust you. If you're around me and you don't get your ear talked off or messed with, you're probably not liked or

you need to leave. It's one easy way you'll be able to tell if I get along with you or not. I kinda have a whatever/punk/alt style, a lot of time I just grab something decent and throw it on. Although you'll always see me wearing a belt and my platform shoes. I'm 5'0, so my obsession with platforms grew because of my need to be tall. I wear a lot of baggy clothing, I'm definitely more of a comfort over style person.

Ok, my dude, I'll definitely pair you with...

Marko and Paul

Oh, man, you three are gonna be some threesome (and not necessarily in the sexual way lol)

Just imagine THE MESS

The boys think you're adorable when you get into the romantic mood and try to flirt but end up saying bad pick-up lines, so they'll laugh, but will twirl their hair as whoerish as possible and follow the game. Or they would get on with their manly act and fight to see who will flirt back better.

Now, the chatting will be so goddamn long! You three will go on 4 hour-long conversations that'll get from a "look at this new t-shirt I got" to "so that's why Ronald Reagan was an alien". The worst part is left to the spectators like David or Dwayne since none of you three will be the sane individual and shut y'all up.

The blondes like your drawing, and ask you to draw them or random stuff and people CONSTANTLY, so you'll have many opportunities to improve your skills and try with different models. When they happen to find some of your sketchbooks, they try to impress you or simply give a small present by drawing you or something you like, or at least make the attempt since some of the "fine pieces" as they call them, they give you are like children's school projects.

And, man, about the hair, are you blessed to have the glam diva Paul by your side to give advice and constructive criticism to your hair. He will help you choose the color and will give it style from time to time if you accept. The process to dye it will be so much fun, and so chaotic; experimenting with the pigments ends up with wounds caused from the bleach and the currently used wardrobe disposed later.

A thing they love about you is that you can stand up for yourself if needed, but they rather you not to, because they know you handle yourself and the others well, maybe too well for your good. Paul tries to take care of you as much as he can so there is no need for you to possibly get hurt. It was enough trying to control Marko so he didn't get involved in some stupid street fight every night at the boardwalk to now have to worry daily about you too. Marko shares the passion for the adrenaline of this and will think it is hot as hell, but he protects you as much as Paul, maybe a bit softer than him about it tho, but if you're in the middle of a fight and it starts to get worse than expected, he dead ass will force you to back off. He'll finish the business himself, sweetheart.

As for your love language, don't worry, these dorks will accept you playful pushes with joy, and they'll give you some of them too. But if you accidentally flip and fall some meters before hitting ground, you know the rule: laugh first, help second.

Oh, and you better get prepared for the bullying. You're the smallest in the group, so that leads to a constant attack as a hobbit. Marko joins the quip, but I mean, he'll get humiliated along. Let's just say Paul gives you two a hard time about it. With all the love of course.

They love to get out with you and the others and go to the boardwalk, but they try to take you out on days it is not that crowded, or in hours where a small amount of souls are having a stroll. But, if you happen to go out on a crowded night, they will keep you focused on having a good time, but just mention your getting uncomfortable and you'll be back at the cave in less than a minute.

Paul and Marko really love your style, they think it looks badass and try to match tough outfits with you from time to time. Giving you cool shirts and leather jackets with some patches on them that they think are awesome. Don't ask why some of the clothes have strange-colored stains on them tho.

They go with you to get you ears or nose pierced from the moment you three decided doing it diy style was a bad idea cuz y'all ended up with a bleeding nose and an ear infection the first time of trying it, and because there's no voice of reason in the threesome, Star and Dwayne had to give you kids a very long lecture of not doing those things by yourself.

#match-ups #Ghost #my writings #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #i just think u three together would be neat #the lost boys #i repeat my friend:#thank you so much for the request

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i'm answering it like this bc i felt like it was too personal to share to the entire world so... hi r anon! this one's for you 😙❤️ if you're not r anon, please don't bother reading. this should have loads of trigger warnings but idk which ones anymore im kinda out of it lol

there are a lot of unexplainable things in this world. like,, for example... i have anxiety and i know for a fact that i have no reason to feel like this but i still feel anxious anyway. just because it defies logic doesn't mean that it's not 'real.' anw, ig what i want to say is... your feelings are valid and your coping mechanism *could* be healthier but your experiences lead to you forming them so i can't say it's 'wrong' either.

first of all, congrats on your oral test! so proud of you, love! second, a human person is designed to evolve and adapt. in this context, there will always be a 'better' but that doesn't mean that we can't celebrate the 'good' of now. it's progress you see and nothing can devalue progress. it just is. personally, i believe that there would never be an 'enough.' we grow by constantly pushing our limits however, pushing our limits is not equal to not taking a break. break isn't something you earn, it's a necessity that you shouldn't deny yourself. you failed a test? take a break and work again after you're rested and maybe things would be better this time. you passed a test? take a break, you deserve it. you've done nothing but you feel tired? take a break. becoming better isn't a race. you could walk or dash depending on your energy and motivation. it's okay. we have our own paces. this is something i'm still working on personally but you don't need to fit in someone's definition of 'better.' not your family's, friends, society's. you just... need to be content with yourself ig? today, i have 3 things planned out but i dont have the energy to do all three so i just did one and i'm happy with that because the me from before wouldn't even try in fear of disappointing myself. today though, i realized that as long as i am making progress, even if that progress is just a millimeter in a mile-long run, i'm content.

i've never thought about harming myself or anything (mostly bc im scared) but im happy that you're getting help. i didn't study psychology so i may not be able to help aside from offering support. i personally don't expect anyone to be perfectly happy and sane all the time but i also cant come clean about my anxieties to my parents bc they think so highly of me. i understand where you're coming from really but my rational side just keeps popping in to yell, you don't have to be guilty for feeling things and being human.

i'm so sorry to hear that you're going through this but... i want to say that i value you and i think you're so strong. i'm not sure what the right thing to say in this situation is but i love you and i'm so proud of you. i'm here if you need me anytime.

also,, no offense but that's bullshit. i could be a millionaire rn and i would still be depressed and anxious and tired. material things do not dictate the mind's state of health. it's not as simple. there are so many factors to take into consideration and just... no. your feelings are valid. you're lucky to have the things that you have, yes, but it just... doesn't connect you know? you're not lucky to be feeling shit, no one is. period.

it's a hard time for you and i sympathize with you. again, if you need me, i'm here. always. i believe in you and i know that we can get through this together. exams be damned, you and your health are more important and anyone who says otherwise is just straight-up wrong. and idk if its just me blindly trying to be optimistic to deal with my own problems but i like to believe that one day, our pain would ease and maybe then, we'll be clear-headed enough to see the true value of things.

don't hesitate to take breaks, dear. be it from studying or social media or writing. do what you think is best for you and your safety. it's your life and your body, you know it best. i hope you feel better soon and please remember to breathe. i love you and i'm grateful for your existence in my life.

#˗ˋˏ°• letters from cat island •°ˎˊ˗#˗ˋˏ°• from my darling : r •°ˎˊ˗

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Going in blind: Watching season 4 for the first time. Random thoughts.

I never said anything about it before but I love Shadow Weaver's DCAU Batman eyes. They're so expressive.

Episode 1: Okay...I wasn't expecting Catra to do that. I mean, it makes sense. If she has leverage over Hordak then she's basically in charge of the Horde and that's what she's wanted (or at least believes she wants) since episode 1. It's an aspect that made her a good antagonist, that she's not blind to the evil of the Horde, she just doesn't care as long as she herself is secure. Which naturally begs the question, when the rebellion and the princesses are crushed, when the Horde is on top, when Adora is dead, when Catra finally has everything she's ever wanted...will she actually finally be happy? Somehow, I have my doubts.

I definitely feel for Glimmer in this. When you go through as big a loss as she did you need to be able to feel and vent if you're ever going to get through it. It doesn't have to be right away but everyone doing everything in their power to avoid the topic entirely can make you feel like you're going crazy. It'a especially bad for her since it unintentionally makes it feel like everyone is acting like it doesn't matter that Angela is gone when it clearly means everything to Glimmer.

Episode 2: I actually had a potted cactus plant once. Accidentally forgot about it and left it outside for an entire winter. Once the snow was gone the cactus looked like it had melted.

I kind of want to see what an interaction between Double Trouble and Clayface from the Harley Quinn animated series would look like. I'm guess Catra was just testing how good Double Trouble was as a doppelganger because it doesn't seem like she did anything while Adora was being distracted, though I suppose that could be a reveal in a later episode.

Not much to say except that I love how buff Huntara is while still clearly being a woman. Like, women can have a variety of different body types, as this series and Steven Universe show, and Huntara's build isn't just, like, Bow's body with lipstick and ponytail and the animators calling it a day. No, she looks like a freakin' jacked adult woman.

Episode 3: I didn't figure out the Flutterina = Double Trouble twist until a minute before it was revealed, so good job there. Before that I was wondering if Flutterina was some fan's original character where they won some contest where their OC got to be in the show for an episode. She was giving off some weird self-insert vibes. That twist made it all work though. It's honestly not a bad plan. Shapeshifters haven't really been a thing in the series before now so there's no reason to suspect it. Even if they did they'd probably be expecting it by way of magic or technology, while Double Trouble's seems to be a natural ability.

I like that even though Bow is definitely the goofier one of the trio he is still consistently shown as competent. That's never in question. He was very heroic and reassuring to the villagers this episode. I get why those kids idolize him so much.

Catra's having guilt over what she did with the portal and to Entrapta and her response is basically to just double-down. She doesn't know any other way to be. Not going to lie, I am kind of hoping we get another moment in the show where Adora just completely overwhelms Catra with the sheer power of She-Ra. I'm not saying like brutalize her or anything but just something where Catra is made to realize just how powerful Adora is and that she could just destroy Catra if she had a mind to do so.

Episode 4: Well, I was saying I wanted Adora to do it but I guess I don't mind Glimmer being the one to get some good shots in on Catra. Like I predicted, Shadow Weaver's moving in to become her teacher like she was with her father. Honestly I like that that was more Adora's problem than Glimmer using her as bait, which she seemed to get over pretty quick. Yeah, it was kind of a heartless thing to do but it was an understandable tactic and she clearly outright told Adora that she did it and why afterwards, which at least means she's still being honest.

It occurs to me that Glimmer and Catra may be the ones running parallel right now. Both are basically leading their respective sides of the war. They both have lost someone very important to them. And both are trusting someone they probably shouldn't. Both even have outfits that've been updated in the intro. The difference is Glimmer's just trying to deal with a bad situation while Catra's is entirely self-inflicted.

Minor thing but I like Glimmer's new outfit this season. I'm sure this is the intention but it makes her look older and more mature. A little more muscular in some shots too.

Episode 5: Heart of Etheria project. No idea what that is but assumedly whoever's a part of it doesn't like Light Hope and Mara being friends. Sounds like it's very much interested in She-Ra being just a warrior, and perhaps a tool, for the greater good. It does make me wonder though how much Light Hope remember from when she was rebooting. Even if she deleted the Mara memory she could potentially still have the memory of her and Adora watching the Mara memory, as well as Adora asking to be her friend.

Episode 6: Yep. Scorpia; definitely favorite supporting character. There is something kind of funny about her whole "Scorpions are loyal" line when you remember the story about the Frog and the Scorpion, where it stings the frog despite it meaning death for itself as well simply because that is its nature. But finally we're having someone go save Entrapta, and I can only assume at some point Scorpia's going to access the power of the Black Garnet.

The parallels between Catra and Hordak are definitely at their max here with that speech of hers to him. She's basically trying to convince herself that she doesn't need anyone, the timing of which is appropriate since she just drove away Scorpia and now truly doesn't have anyone. Not that I blame Scorpia, obviously. Like Adora before her, however good you believe someone can be and that you can help them, at some point you just have to cut the toxic people out of your life. You have the right to be happy too.

And man, Bow is just the best. He saw something was wrong between Adora and Glimmer and defused the situation like (snap) that, pushing them to talk like any sane person would.

Episode 7: I'm sure it is just because I've seen way too many TV shows and movies (both animated and live action) that don't do it but it is just such a relief to have a show where the characters just TALK and LISTEN to each other. It doesn't solve all their issues but they're at least not being stupid and freakin' petty. It helps the drama feel a lot less forced and contrived.

Episode 8: A little bit of amusement in Bow thinking at first that Glimmer and Adora didn't even notice he was gone despite them coming to his rescue very shortly afterwards, given Catra is only now realizing Scorpia has left and assumedly she did so a while ago. Bow and Sea Hawk hadn't been gone for that long so it's not unreasonable Glimmer and Adora wouldn't be worried about their absence (Bow was literally talking about "me time" when they last saw him), while Catra is only noticing Scorpia's absence now and it was because she wanted something. Like Scorpia said, she's a bad friend.

Kind of ironic given that a lot of Catra's issues are the direct result of Shadow Weaver giving her very little love growing up but it does seem this tough love is probably what'll get through to Catra the best. She might finally stop making bad decisions and lashing out if she's forced to live with the consequences of them, like Adora told her last season.

Glimmer gets a bit of slack from me since she suffered through a huge loss, that being her mother, and then was immediately thrown into being queen right after. It'd be hard for anyone to be 100% on their game and well-adjusted in a situation like that, and I buy that she was on some level resentful of Adora for coming back instead of her mother, even if unintentionally so. What definitely helps is that Glimmer very clearly and immediately regretted what she said to Adora. Like Catra she's lashing out but unlike Catra Glimmer recognizes some of the damage she's doing and knows, at least in this case, that she went too far.

Episode 9: Now that I can see the design in color I definitely prefer Mara's She-Ra with pants to Adora's She-Ra with shorts. Honestly, while the differences are pretty minor, I do think Mara's She-Ra design is overall a lot better than Adora's. Sharper shoulder guards. Bigger cape (especially the cape, I love capes). I don't know, there's just a lot that clicks with it and I wouldn't mind Adora getting a similar outfit later.

Madam Razz definitely had a Yoda feel this episode. I was very much expecting her to start wacking Mara with a stick over the sugar like Yoda did with R2. Though while that was Yoda acting crazy, for Razz it's because she experiences time out of order, and I don't think I've ever seen that concept taken to this extent, or at least done this way before. There are characters like River Song from Doctor Who, Professor Paradox from Ben 10, or even the Reverse-Flash who interact with other characters in time out of order but those characters are still on a linear path from their own perspective, even when travelling through time. Razz is just bouncing around her own timeline, seemingly not even any real reason or cause to it like Subaru from Re:Zero. Clearly she's not just remembering things oddly because her talk about things of the present are heard by people in the past and have an effect. I wonder if maybe the reason why is because Razz was at ground zero of Mara's actions and this is a side-effect of pulling Etheria away from the rest of the universe.

Bringing more Star Wars into this, it basically sounds like the Heart of Etheria project has turned Etheria into a magic Starkiller Base; storing power that'll be unleashed to destroy whole planets. And jeez, I think this was the first time I really felt creeped out by Light Hope when she was talking to Mara.

I'm looking forward to seeing what it means that the First Ones only made the sword and that Etheria made She-Ra. If that's the case, why is only the sword able to bring out the She-Ra form? Is it like MCU Thor's hammer and the weapon was just meant to help him control the power he already had? Or is what we think is She-Ra not actually She-Ra and that form that Adora and Mara take is just a stand-in for the real thing?

Episode 10: It didn't even occur to me until now but Double Trouble's capture is another blow to Catra's circle of "friends" too. They were at least able to make her laugh. One less person for her to talk to and just...really just distract her from her thoughts.

It's a good dilemma this episode presents about what to do with the Heart of Etheria. The safest and probably best option is to just dismantle it, like Adora and Bow want, since it could easily lead to the destruction of the entire planet if it goes off. Not the mention there's so little they know about it and what it was intended for and the one person who can potentially tell them, Light Hope, they were warned not to trust. But it's not hard to understand where Glimmer is coming from in wanting to use that power to fight the Horde. They're already losing the war and now she knows Hordak Prime and his FAR more powerful forces are on the way. Tapping into the Heart is a huge risk but she's not seeing any other paths for the rebels to win. It's a really good dilemma, with good arguments presented from both sides, and I buy this widening the schism between Adora and Glimmer.

Episode 11: I have mixed feelings on King Micah still being alive. On the one hand there's a lot of good potential interactions we can now have with him, primarily between Glimmer and Shadow Weaver, and he is a fun character. But on the other I can't help but wonder if this kind of lessens the impact of what Angela gave up to overcome the false reality. Part of what made it so emotional was that she had to accept the person she loved was dead and not coming back...except now we see that he wasn't dead and now he is coming back. Yeah, their family lost out on years together and that does still carry some emotional weight but I was already also half-expecting Angela to come back later in the series because she's stuck between dimensions, meaning there's a chance she could still be alive. If both Glimmer's parents come back then that really feels like it takes a lot of weight out of her story. But I guess we'll see what happens.

Also, why did the Horde exile him to Beast Island? Why not just kill him?!

Episode 12: So the Horde exiles Micah to Beast Island instead of killing him. The First Ones protect their secrets by sending their bad tech to Beast Island. Does no one know how to just destroy things in this world?

Ohhh, I am so looking forward to next episode. While it's debatable whether Glimmer should be going through with her plan she is at least being smart with how she's going about it. Double Trouble was being paid by Catra to work for the Horde, not out of any sense of loyalty. Glimmer has the resources of Bright Moon at her disposal so it's reasonable she could pay them more to switch sides. Double Trouble was very good at sabotaging even a group as tight-nit as the heroes, so Hordak and Catra are probably easy pickings with all their issues.

Episode 13: ....WELL THAT AIN'T GOOD!

I'll admit, I had a little bit of an unintended laugh. After all we've heard about Horde Prime, like this shadowy all-powerful monster, I wasn't expecting the fabulous flowing dreadlocks and smoothness. Credit where it's due, man has charisma and charm, which goes a long way in helping your big evil world conqueror not be a very flat character, because it's doubtful he's going to have the same kind of sympathetic motivation as Hordak or complexity as Catra to keep him elevated.

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Double Trouble kicking at Catra while she's down. Adora and Scorpia were honest but they never wanted to hurt Catra. Not so much with Double Trouble and they just shove reality into her face. Everyone leaves Catra because of Catra. She's the common factor. It's her fault and no one else's. Again, I don't know for certain if Adora and Catra get together at the end (Catra would have a LOT to make amends for regardless) but Double Trouble was definitely implying Catra had feelings for her with the way they put Catra's hand on "Adora's" cheek while talking about how she left her.

I like that we see Glimmer's plan actually working at first. The princesses get a massive power boost and decimate the Horde forces. But the minute it starts going wrong she immediately admits Adora was right and she tries to stop the energy flow. I imagine having her there with Catra was intentional by the writers. Despite some parallels, Glimmer can actually accept her failures and work to try and fix things. Unlike Catra, she didn't blame Adora for things going wrong.

So the sword allows the First Ones to control She-Ra and the energy she'd be absorbing from the planet. Assumedly that means there are at least some parts to She-Ra that have nothing to do with the First Ones and thus maybe Adora can still use some of those powers without the sword.

Season 4 verdict: Yeah, the show keeps getting better, though I will admit last season's finale had me more emotional, but that's a bit of an unfair comparison given everything that happened in that finale vs. this one. This is definitely the series hitting its darkest hour, where it feels like EVERYONE lost. Not just the rebels but the Horde as well. The sword and Light Hope are gone and She-Ra (for now) along with them. Glimmer and Catra are basically prisoners. Hordak's probably going to have his personality stripped away. The Fright Zone is in ruins. The only one who's gained anything is Prime.

Really looking forward to what the final season has in store, especially since there seems to be the implication that Catra just saved Glimmer's life.

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrincessesOfPower/comments/o1j5gk/going_in_blind_watching_season_4_for_the_first/

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❝ Dabi Todoroki :: Short Story :: If I fall ❞

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Synopsis :: Dabi may have been caught, but the interrogation couldn't break him more than his childhood already had.

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Okay, you got me. I'm crazy. But listen here - The fact that I acknowledge it in an intellectual way makes me just as sane as everyone else. It's not like I do the shit that I do for no reason. In the beginning, I had a guilty conscience. I questioned constantly if I was doing the right thing. Always had a nagging voice in the back of my head that told me that I would regret it one day. This voice happened to remind me that once I go, I can't turn back. It took awhile, but believe me when I tell you, that voice is long gone.

Now, I feel nothing.

Except, of course, these damned handcuffs that felt likey they were cutting into the flesh of my wrists. Using my quirk was futile. With these cuffs, there was a tingling sensation throughout my body. That feeling you get when your hands or feet are on pins and needles. Even If I wanted to, I wasn't stupid enough to try and fight my way out of this interrogation room with a building full of hero-wannabes.

The door behind me opens and closes. I suck in an annoyed breath and prepare for the obvious.

"You go by Dabi, right?" a man slid into the seat on the opposite side of me, gently sliding the folders on the table in front of him.

"Aren't you observant," I drawl, feigning amusement in my tone. I look this man dead in his dark eyes. He doesn't seem to be intimidated, but I wanted him to know that neither was I.

He cleared his throat, finding my sarcasm a good enough answer. I raise an eyebrow. I can't stand half-assed people.

He continues despite my clear disinterest, "my name is Koriko Ho-"

I really don't care.

"-and I'm going to ask you some questions," he glances down at the paper. "For starters, Is Dabi your real name?"

I chuckle slowly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" This time I actually am amused. They seriously can't expect me to just hand over my identity so easily. I almost find it insulting. Only an idiot would do that, especially in my damned-to-all-hell case. Yet, the idea of my father's name being all over the news for his villain-son appealed to me a little. The humiliation it would undoubtedly give him was tempting, truly.

"We'll find out one way or another," his voice sounded as though it was forcing to stay calm. His slight discontent brings me further satisfaction. I allow the corner of my lips to curl into a small smirk. Koriko takes a small breath.

"You know what, how about we not beat around the bush, yeah?" Koriko says. Now he's speaking my language. "You were turned in by pro-heroes after a fight in an abandoned building downtown. You were left behind by your colleague, am I correct?"

Left behind isn't the term I would use. I did this willingly. I may be a damaged villain, but the one's that were there for me I have their back. I'm loyal. It was a classic 'wrong place, wrong time' sort of deal. I needed to gather just enough time to let Toga get away. If staying behind to face a fight alone to allow someone like a sister to me escape while she was recovering from her own wounds, so be it. It's worth it.

"I'm not telling you a damn thing. Save your energy for someone more useful to you," I advise. I lean back in my chair, keeping my eyes trained on him.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, takes a deep breath, and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"I tried to do this the moral way, you know," he tells me, as if I knew what the hell that meant. Until he adds, "without my quirk."

"Your quirk?"

"Feeling reading. I try not to do it as often as possible," Koriko pursed his lips and looked me up and down, no doubt noting my momentary surprise. "After all, people like to keep their feelings to themselves. Yet, you are a curious case."

So I've been told many times. I stay silent.

"You're in a lot of pain," he continues. His eyes go over my excessive burns for a moment. "Physically and emotionally. Mostly emotionally."

"I don't need you as my damn therapist," I scoff.

"I sense depression. I sense something hollow as well. Anger." Koriko looks as though he wishes he could stop, but doesn't. I begin to get a little uneasy, because I happen to be a personal person that takes a great offense to someone violating my mind, "Yet, you have it all bottled up, huh?"

"Stop."

"You need help. You want help."

"No, I don't. I'll deal with shit on my own like I always had," despite my deadpanned tone, it was obvious to this man that he was striking some nerve. The nerve that I have of violating my thoughts. My feelings. The only thing I was able to keep to myself.

Koriko smiles a bit.

"That's where the hollow feeling comes from, isn't it?" He says to me . It seemed that the more irritated I got, the more intrigued he became. I liked it better when he was the one getting angry. Then again now that I think about it, it probably wasn't anger. More like stain from trying not to use his quirk. I suddenly felt like the little bit of power I had left had been taken away.

What's the point?

I was going to jail. Most likely for a long time. It wasn't like I could save myself. The realization that I was only stalling the inevitable hit me hard. Suddenly, all I wanted was to get out of this room. Away from this man. I grew tired.

"Touya Todoroki," I tell him. The name sounded disgusting coming off the tongue. I look away from him to avoid the shock on his expression.

"Now that explains it," Koriko nodded slowly, stopped himself to think for a moment, then added. "I heard things, you know. That you were the one that drove your own mother crazy, not your little brother. Just rumors, of course."

I wanted to hurt him.

My expression shifts to a rage that I try and breathe deeply to contain it better. An image of that pathetic woman comes to my mind. She did nothing. Nobody ever did anything. She sat by and let me hurt. Let her children hurt. Oh, I never blamed my siblings. They were victims to that ass just as much as I was. I can only Imagine how it's been since I've been gone. I suppress the urge to envision it myself.

Shoto looked like me, didn't he?

It hurt because this man was most likely right. And I hated it.

"I'd hate to see the look on Endeavor's face when he sees you like this," Koriko was starting to sound like a demon, nagging at my deepest ticks. It was like he was made to do this. I hated him. I hated everyone.

"I don't give a damn what he thinks anymore," I seethe. If I could slam my hands on the table I would have. "Why do you insist on being so invasive?"

"Because I happen to think that you are far too young and damaged to be sitting in front of me!" Koriko raised his voice, standing up with his papers. He looks strained now.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

He stops and turns to me, unsure of what to say at first.

"Because your feelings are far too intense for me to take right now. It's making my head hurt."

I was left to do nothing but let those words sink in.

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Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Previous chapters in the master list! Sorry for the delay.... let's get it!

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

chαptєr thrєє: Lost and Found

Character Count: 10,033

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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The lies you spun when we begun, you thought would be forgot.

-Micheal Faudet

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Feeling peaceful wasn't something Namjoon was used to. It was a rare feeling considering the kind of things he had to deal with. His mind was in a constant battle between what was right and what he needed to do. A never ending self-conflict.

The news that Hana might be back was too much for Namjoon to handle. She was his best friend. They went to school together, they had picnics together, they grew up together. Both their families loved them a lot. Or at least that's what Namjoon thought. Until his father revealed that he was the heir of the Mafia, the most powerful one at that. Namjoon remembered telling hana about it. He remembered how she had smiled at him and comforted him.

"I'll stand here, no matter what. You do what you need to do."

Those were the times when he used to be at peace.

With her.

Beside her.

But one day, all of it had gone when she died. She took all of Namjoon's happiness, warmth and peace with her. The worst part was, Namjoon never saw her body so he searched for her. He searched and searched for years, eventually giving up when every clue led him to a dead end. And now here she was. 4 years later.

Placing his head on the wooden table in front of him, Namjoon sighed and closed his eyes. His head was gonna explode soon, he was positive about it. For the few minutes that he had spent looking at your sleeping form, he had forgotten about everything. It's like you were a medicine. A medicine that kept him sane and safe. The warm feeling in his chest was back and he liked it. But it was gone just as you started talking about leaving. How could he let you go? With everything that was happening, he needed to feel sane all the time. He needed to feel safe. He needed you.

And so he had answered you, a little harshly.

"You are staying here. Don't talk about going anywhere."

Namjoon winced at the realisation that he might have scared you. That was absolutely not his intention. A knock on the door startled him, making him frown. No one ever bothered him when he was in his study. Actually, he didn't even let anyone inside his study.

"Can I come in?" Your voice reached his ear through the door, slightly muffled and too soft, as if you were scared. Definitely because of Namjoon. "Come in." Namjoon replied, clearing his throat and making sure his appearance was alright. You slowly opened the door and stepped inside, glancing around the study as you pushed the door shut behind you. Namjoon watched you carefully, following your gaze in case he had left any kind of things related to his work.

"So, everything at your house is this.... pretty?" You asked, waving your hands in the air. Namjoon couldn't help but smile, surprised to see that you didn't seem so scared of him. "I'm sorry I forgot to give you a house tour." He said, his eyes falling to your clothes, more like his clothes. You had showered and changed, your hair was damp and a new t-shirt hung on your body. You looked down at your clothes and pursed your lips.

"Uh..sorry I still need to buy clothes. When I came out of the shower, these were already laid out on the bed." You stated, rubbing the back of your neck and looking down at the floor. Namjoon couldn't take his eyes off of you. He concluded that he just liked watching you and everything you did. It was his new favourite leisure activity.

"I told someone to give them to you. You look good in.....my clothes." Namjoon said, hesitating a little on mentioning his clothes. Your eyes widened slightly and you blushed, not accustomed to recieving compliments at all.

"Th-thank you." You stammered, biting your bottom lip. The elephant in the room still needed to be mentioned and you had no idea how to do that. What should you ask him?

"You don't have to go anywhere, Y/N. If that's what you're here to talk about then I think I should be honest with you." Namjoon beat you to it. He had never taken too much time to solve his problems, something people praised him for. You simply nodded and moved closer to his table, resting the palm of your hands on the cherry wood. You glanced at the chair beside you but decided against sitting on it for some reason.

Just like Namjoon thought, he felt better on seeing you. As if you had just taken away all his worries. Now all he had to do was convince you to stay.

"I wanna know everything you've ever been through." He said, resting his chin on the back of his hand. You did a double take at him, stilling all your movements, your eyes stuck on him like glue. Namjoon had hit a sensitive nerve, and he knew that. Your knees felt weak and you just couldn't stand anymore, giving up and sitting down on the chair.

"Why?" You asked, your heart pounding harder and harder. No one ever asked you this because no one cared. You were just a girl who everyone used, to fulfill their needs. Namjoon looked at you with sympathetic eyes and stood up from his plush leather chair. He slowly walked towards where you sat and kneeled down in front of you. Hesitantly, he placed his hands on yours, giving them a light squeeze. It pained him too much to see how sad you had become. He couldn't even imagine how traumatic everything had been for you. He still wished you had just let him kill your stupid excuse of a father.

"You have been through too much, Y/N. You didn't deserve that life. I wanna know so that I can....fix you." He mumbled softly, doubting his words when tears filled your eyes. But it wasn't because of him. It was because this was the first time that someone was so concerned for you. You couldn't help but think this was a game and he was gonna hurt you.

"Why would you wanna fix me? Can't you see? I can't be fixed. You don't know but I have scars that-"

"I have seen them and I really wish I could erase them, trust me." He interrupted you as your jaw dropped. When did he see anything?

You shook your head and pulled your hands away from him, your eyes darting around the room. Anywhere but him. Because you were scared you'd look into his eyes and you would stay. You just couldn't go through all the pain again.

"Y/N, I know you don't trust me but I mean you no harm. You can ask me anything you want." He said, slightly hurt when you had pulled away from his touch. Obviously you were a little too vulnerable at the moment. Maybe Namjoon should have approached this issue a bit differently. He stayed kneeling down in front of you as he saw the hesitation in your eyes.

So you had questions.

After a minute of silence, you finally gathered enough confidence to ask him whatever you wanted to ask.

"Who are you?"

Namjoon's breath hitched, not too surprised regarding your question. He was expecting this. Just not so soon. What was he to tell you? That he ran a mafia? That he was the person who everyone feared? That he killed people and he also did business with your father?

"You scared away my father. That man has never been scared of anyone in his life. You also have a gun."

Namjoon stood up and turned away from you, not wanting you to see the conflict in his eyes. There has to be something he could say. Some lie that you would believe.

"I own a company." Namjoon lied, hoping you bought it.

"A company?"

"Kim Enterprise. It's very popular and-"

"I know Kim Enterprise. I've heard a lot about it." You stated, nodding your head. It was true. Kim Enterprise was a very popular name in the whole country. It had a good reputation and did a lot of work of charities and other NGOs. That made you trust Namjoon a little more.

"What about the gun?" You asked, a little confused as to why a businessman would need such a dangerous weapon. But then again, it probably had to do something with all the rivals and threats.

"I am a businessman, Y/N. I have a lot of people who don't want me to be where I am today." Namjoon replied, surprised with how the lies were easily falling past his lips. You nodded and looked down at your feet, thinking everything through. Namjoon felt bad for having lied to you but that was the only way to make you stay. The truth was, Kim Enterprise did exist but it wasn't owned by Namjoon, it was owned by Seokjin. Along with being in the Mafia, Jin had a company which he ran in order to hide all his illegal practices. The power and money that came with being a CEO, helped the entire mafia in staying superior to others.

When Namjoon didn't hear any reply from you, he turned around to see you lost in your thoughts. You were constantly biting your lips and fiddling with your fingers, eyes trained on the floor. Namjoon walked towards you and pushed your chin up with his finger so that he could see your face.

"Please, Y/N. You won't have to worry about anything. I promise to not let anyone harm you." Namjoon promised, a desperate frown etched on his eyebrows. The sincerity in his eyes was enough to convince you. And so, the words tumbled from your lips.

"I'll stay. But please don't break me again, I am not sure I'll be able to take it."

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A girl dressed in all black, pushed through the crowd, trying to get to the other side of the road. It wasn't her fault that the festival had to happen on the day that she decided to come back to Seoul, the happy chatters of the people irritating her to no extent. She wasn't annoyed because of the loud voices, she was annoyed because of the happiness evident in them.

"Jungkook, close in on her from the west. Hoseok, you take the east. I'm following close behind her." Yoongi said into the earpiece, nodding on hearing everyone's replies. Hana had returned to Seoul, saving Yoongi and the others from the trouble of going to Incheon just for an hour's interrogation. Namjoon had been a little M.I.A from the activities of the gang but it was okay. Everyone understood how bothered he must have been after finding out that Hana was alive. None of the members believed it either until they saw her with their own eyes.

Yoongi walked faster, sighing in relief when Hana started walking into an alleyway, making it easier for them to get to her. Yoongi noticed how she was constantly looking over her shoulder.

Maybe she knew that she was being followed.

Yoongi glanced at Jungkook and Hoseok, nodding at them as they came and stood by his side, all three of them looking in front of them as Hana came to a halt at the end of the alley. Their hearts were pounding loudly at the anticipation of what was to come. Slowly walking towards her, they stopped just as she turned around, their hands clutching their guns tightly.

She stayed confused, narrowing her eyes at the three men who stood opposite her until the realisation dawned on her.

"Jungkook?" She mumbled, making jungkook's breath hitch. Mostly because he finally believed that it was her. Hana was like his sister and the loss of her had been unbearable for him. After hearing her voice, he finally knew that she was alive and this news wasn't just a false assumption.

"Hana?" He asked, taking a step closer to her as Yoongi and Hoseok tensed beside him. They wanted to stop Jungkook but they couldn't. They still weren't sure if they could let their guard down but Jungkook was too overwhelmed to care about any of this. A sob erupted from Hana's mouth as she broke into a run, throwing herself into jungkook's arms.

Yoongi turned to Hoseok, only to find the younger male looking at Hana suspiciously.

"I think it's time to let Namjoon know."

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Fast Cars and Freedom

1/? Dr. Feelgood

Masterlist

Prompt: "I can't keep fighting like this." @dacremontgomerylover

Summary: A Siren. A creature from the depths of the ocean who lures a sailor to their death by her beautiful voice and appearance. But like those creatures, not everything is as it seems. Billy Hargrove finds himself settled in the crap town of Hawkins during his senior year. The guys are all idiots and the girls are nothing but desperate. Quickly bored to tears, a reserved and domineering girl grabs his attention. He doesn’t know anything about her, but she knows everything about him. And she more than earned the nickname the school's population had given her.

Words: 2,281

Rating: T+

June, 1984

The sound of the shrill hiss of the bell cut through the chatter of the students, abruptly ending their conversations as they made their way to their classes, albeit at a snail's pace. The first day of school, and everyone was moving slowly. None of them wanted to face the harsh reality of the education they were expected to have. But nevertheless, the students moved in a wave and an onlooker wouldn't be able to differentiate one person from another. But one head stood out among all the rest, her fiery red hair glinting in the light that streamed down from the windows above the lockers. She stuck close to the never ending wall of lockers, her arms clutching her History and Biology textbooks close to her chest. There was a noticeable bubble of space around her, people throwing cautious glances in her direction as they moved to their classes. She didn't mind, in fact, she rather liked the bubble that she had. It gave her less of a chance to come in contact with anyone else. She wasn't much of a people person, and the fact that most people either ignored her or stayed away was perfectly fine with her.

There were a couple exceptions, of course. She had a very small circle of friends and she kept them close to her whenever she could.

But one of those friends had been missing for a good long while.

Barbara Holland.

She had disappeared last year and no one had heard from her since.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her back, turning her light green eyes to see Johnathan coming up beside her. She gave him a soft smile when he grinned at her, his brown hair falling in his eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself." she responded.

"How are you? I haven't seen you in what feels like weeks." he said, almost bringing them to a complete stop.

She bit her lip, eyes darting away from him. She had purposely been staying off the radar. After everything that happened last year, she wasn't sure she wanted to be seen. Nancy, Steve, Johnathan, the kids, and herself had been through a lot. She needed some time to process it all, and her mind decided to shut down to do it. When that happened, she preferred to be away from the prying eyes of Hawkins High. That always seemed to be a never ending battle, seeing as she had recently been thrust into the spotlight.

Nancy and Steve seemed to go back to their normal routine. Though, it appeared that the events of the Upside Down weighed heavily on Nancy's conscience despite everything that Steve had told them both. She had shut herself away from the majority of the school's population, much like herself.

She blinked when she saw a hand waving in front of her face.

"Ari? You still with me?"

The redhead blinked again, turning back to Johnathan. He had managed to keep her from entirely shutting down. He was insistent on taking her out, keeping her mind occupied. He would take her to the movies, rock climbing, hiking, or for a photography drive. Things she loved doing that would momentarily take her mind off of everything else. He was the one that turned out to be her rock, and she tried to return the service. He was one of her best friends, and she appreciated him more than he knew.

"Yeah," she said after a moment, clearing her thoughts. She caught a glimpse of Tina passing out fliers before turning her full attention back to Johnathan. "Sorry. Just a bit...distracted."

This time, he did stop them, laying his hands gently on her shoulders. "Talk to me, Ari. You're not gonna shut down again."

She smiled, nodding. "No, I won't."

He still wasn't satisfied, and she knew it. But he dropped the subject with just a displeased look. "Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? Will would love to see you."

That sent a pang of guilt through her heart. Like Will and Barbara, she had spent time in the Upside Down. She had seen and done things that still haunted her nightmares. If she wasn't forcing it out of her mind, she could still feel the sticky black blood coating her hands. But unlike Barbara, she came out of it relatively unscathed. She and Will had grown close in that darkened world as they both breathed in the same poisonous air. She had tried her hardest to keep them both sane and safe. For the most part, she succeeded. But she had been pulled out by Johnathan and Nancy, through the old twisted trunk of a tree. She had been pulled out before she could help Will. Before she could make sure he was properly safe from what he had called the Demogorgan. She had done a fair amount, but it was nowhere near good enough. He still suffered because she had left.

She paused for a moment before answering. Since her return, her parents had hardly let her out of their sight. But, she figured, this would count for something.

"Okay." she said.

He smiled before nodding, putting an arm around her shoulders and heading down the hall.

"Watch yourself, Byers."

"Don't let her open her mouth."

"You do realize she's dangerous, right?"

"Dude, I heard she talked a guy into blowing his brains out."

"I'm not surprised. She lives up to her name."

Ari glared at the guys who threw insults in their direction. She almost bared her teeth in a snarl, taking a step forward. They jumped backwards and away, not wanting to be anywhere near her. She smirked as they tucked tail and ran in the opposite direction. Johnathan turned to her, concern once again taking over his features.

"What's that about?"

She shrugged. She had been considered an outcast before her three week disappearance. But, because of her looks, she still had jocks trying to get in her pants. She had a rather...interesting...way of dealing with them. But they didn't always take the hint.

Therefore, she had earned her nickname.

"Watch out for Siren, Byers. I don't want your kid brother to have to go through losing his brother."

She rounded on the other guy, stalking towards him, books lying forgotten in the hall. Johnathan quickly grabbed her and and pulled her back, planting her firmly on the ground in front of him, his eyes searching hers. After a moment, her rage dissipated, leaving behind an exhausted expression before she rubbed her forehead and picked up her books.

"Sorry." she muttered to her friend. She was sick and tired of being treated like the plague. She didn't mind if people avoided her, but it was the comments that really got to her.

"Forget them. They're losers."

She snorted in response, rolling her eyes and starting to walk to her class once again. She held her head high, ignoring the many eyes that followed her, their scrutinizing gazes ripping her apart.

By lunch, she'd had enough. She gripped her messenger bag tightly as she stalked out of the school, her lips set in a thin line. She made her way towards the parking lot, weaving through the students that were in her way. She sighed as she found peace in her parking spot beside the old oak tree. She sank to the ground, leaning her back against her 1973 Harley Sportster. It wasn't long before she was joined by Will, who managed to sneak away for lunch. She grinned at him as he sat beside her, crossing his legs as he grabbed the sandwich out of the brown paper bag. She ruffled his hair before handing him the spare Coke that she kept in her bag. He took it without a word, nodding his thanks to her.

She turned her head slightly when she heard footsteps approaching. By her count, it was a group of guys headed to their cars. She decided to pay them no mind, instead grabbing an orange from her bag. They had made it around the tree by the time she got it peeled, handing half of it to Will. He took it with a thank you around a mouthful of food.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Ari stifled a groan when she recognized the voice of Tommy H. He was one of her biggest tormentors, and there were several others that followed his lead, seeming to hunt her in a pack.

"Looks like two freaks hiding from us. Where's the stalker, Siren?"

Ari glared at them before flashing a glance to Will. There was no way she was going to start something in front of him. But if worse came to worst, she would end it.

"He's standing right beside you, Mason." she said, turning her gaze on the junior that stood to the left of Tommy. "Didn't you know? Tommy here has been following me around since we were kids. He's just pissed I won't give him what he wants."

There was a chorus of 'ooooh's' that followed her statement, the eyes of his group turning on Tommy. He glared at Ari.

"I didn't think you were allowed to be within five hundred feet of the Byers kid. What, I mean with you being the one that kidnapped him and all."

Tommy leaned down and grabbed Will's arm, hauling him to his feet.

"Get off me!" Will shouted.

"Don't touch him!" Ari hissed, jumping to her feet and staring Tommy down.

He snorted at her. "Some sicko you are. I'm just trying to keep the boy safe from the woman that held him against his will in the woods forever."

"Let. Him. Go." she enunciated. She was protective of the youngest Byers boy, and she would go to the ends of the earth to keep him safe. And right now, Tommy was the one that was threatening his safety. Ari saw the tight grip he had on the twelve year old, and the way the Will glanced up at him in fear. The image made her blood boil and her vision turn red. But she couldn't afford to be the one to throw the first punch.

"What kind of sick bastard gets off on grabbing little kids, huh?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Tommy jerked away from the kid as if he had been burned. He shoved the kid towards Ari, and Will wrapped his arms around her torso. Seeing the way Tommy wound up, she gently but quickly untangled herself from Will, preparing for the hit that she saw coming. She clenched her jaw and redistributed her weight.

But before she felt the blow, a hand entered her line of vision, clamping down on Tommy's fist, stopping it in it's path. Surprised when the blow didn't come, Ari took a step backward when a denim clad figure stepped in front of her, shoving Tommy backwards.

"There a problem here, gentlemen?"

Will darted back to Ari, wanting to make sure she was fine. She put a hand on his head, ruffling his hair as she glanced down at him with a small smile. "Go back to class, Will." she said softly.

He gave her a frown, not wanting to follow her order. But when he glanced at the other guys and back to her, he nodded cautiously. He quickly grabbed his bag and started sprinting towards the middle school.

"No, Billy."

Ari crossed her arms, glaring at the group of guys that had surrounded them. The one that stepped in front of her, apparently named Billy, stood with his hand son his hips as he talked with Tommy and the others. Deciding to bow out while she still had the chance, she grabbed her bag and almost disappeared into thin air as she headed back into the high school.

"Dude, where'd she go?" Mason asked, pushing past Billy and looking around.

Billy turned, a frown on his face, as his eyes scanned the area looking for her. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the head of bright red hair stepping into the building.

By the time the school day was over, Ari's head was spinning.

"Oh my God, have you seen the new kid?"

"How could I not?"

"He's such a dream."

"I wouldn't mind a ride on that horse."

"I heard he's got a record."

"Where's he from?"

"Cali, I think. I'd like to kiss that skin as much as the sun has."

Johnathan caught up with her as she made her way out of the school, rubbing her forehead as she went. "Kill me now." she muttered.

He chuckled, knocking his shoulder into hers. "Sorry, no can do, Red. You promised to come to dinner tonight. Besides, you didn't survive three weeks on your own to give up now."

She rolled her eyes before Nancy came up to them. "Hey, you guys are going to Tina's party?"

Ari groaned. "You serious, Nance?" she asked. "You know I hate crowds."

"I didn't get an invitation."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "This is me inviting you, idiot. Come on, Ari."

Ari frowned. "I don't know. I've got a lot of things to do."

Nancy sighed. "Think about it?"

"...fine."

She and Johnathan quickly dove into a conversation, leaving Ari to fend for herself. She quietly excused herself, leaving her two friends behind as she walked back up to her motorcycle. Tightening the strap on her bag, she swung a leg over the body of the bike, pulling on her helmet as she did. She started the engine, smiling when she heard the familiar roar. She loved consistency, and the fact that she could always count on her bike made her cherish it even more. She glanced around before moving out of her parking spot, headed towards the road. But what she failed to notice was the blue Camaro parked a few spaces in front of her, the occupant watching as she moved. A cigarette dangled from his lips and smoke poured out if his nose as his keen eyes watched her. He watched until she turned into the highway, moving out of his line of sight. And he waited until the passenger door opened and the young redheaded girl plopped into the seat before stomping on the gas and skidding out if the parking lot. She cursed at him as she slammed the door shut, looking for the seatbelt that would undoubtedly save her life. "Are you insane?!" she demanded, gripping the door as he peeled onto the road.

He quickly caught up to the black motorcycle, smirking as he did. The rider turned when she heard the roar of the muscle car behind her, which she was surprised was louder than the engine of her bike. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, letting it drop out of the window as he stepped on the gas, pulling up beside her in the opposite lane. But because of her tinted visor, he couldn't see the shocked expression that she wore as he recklessly drove beside her, traffic laws be da****. He motioned for the younger girl to toll down her window, which she grudgingly did. Billy leaned over the seat, pursing his lips as if blowing her a kiss before he sped up, passing her with the blaring of a rock band and the squealing of tires.

Ari hit the brakes as he continued to speed away, her mouth dropping open. That was the guy that had all the other girls in an uproar?

She shook her head, quickly putting the thought out of her mind as she turned down her street. She had a lot of buttering up to do on her parents, and she needed to start as soon as she could.

She hadn't told them the full story of what had happened. They knew that she had been taken around the same time as Barbara, from the pool outside of Steve's house. They knew she was held with Will Byers. They knew that she kept them alive.

But what they didn't know was how she did it. How she managed to prevent that monster from eating them. Or how she had abandoned Will when Johnathan and Nancy pulled her out. They didn't know of the blood that stained her hands, or the screams of terror that ripped from Will's throat. They didn't know how she got the scars that adorned her back and right shoulder. They didn't know about the ghost pain she experienced, still feeling the monster's thousands of teeth dig into her flesh. They didn't know about the nightmares that still plagued her, waking her in the middle of the night with her body covered in a cold sweat.

And she would never allow them to know. That burden was not theirs to bear. It was hers.

She parked the bike inside the garage, taking off her helmet and allowing her naturally bright red hair to once again spill over her shoulders before handing the black helmet on the wall beside the bike. She plastered on a smile before walking into the house.

This was her life.

This was the never ending horror story of Aria Grey.

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